#this is so messy but goddddddddd

[sirfetchd]

Silver Spoon - Chapter 34 / No Home - Chapter 57

#this is so messy but goddddddddd #both of these pieces of media mean so much to me #silver spoon #gin no saji #no home #no home manhwa

[dangermousie]

I am not sure what made me more !!! - the fact that we see him build a cairn and pray to/for the people he's killed (we see him flashback to the war) or the moment I realized that the flashback from an earlier episode where he is asleep in her lap, at peace, is at this tree - by the cairn to the souls of people he's killed, who torment his sleep.

I think one of the things she finds the hardest, that is driving her mad, is that the more she is around him, the more he becomes a real person, not just abstract enemy she must kill to avenge her family - she sees him be mistreated by his father or sacrifice to people he killed and things become so messy but the fact remains is that he's still defeated her country and killed her family.

That is why her anger - because she is coming to realize he is an honorable man, a duty driven warrior for the country of his birth BUT IT FIXES NOTHING! This is how you do enemies while lovers btw.

It's pretty telling he does not hide what he was doing. His method is to confront everything head on. I said he's like a sword earlier, but it's a mix of a sword and a battering ram. No wonder he was able to function even trapped as a ghost. He has such a singularity of purpose.

I love how she gets angrier and angrier but her impressions of why he's doing these things keep getting upended.

Because he regrets the necessity of bloodshed but not the fact of it, if it makes sense. He is a very dutybound person - you get the sense he gets pleasure from nothing in his life - he fought like a maniac in that battle but you never had sense he was particularly enjoying it. He executed her whole family as a showstopper but he had no bloodlust over it either. He's living as if he's already dead, driven by a grim sense of duty. No wonder he doesn't care if he lives or dies.

When she asks him this in response to his comment that destroying rebels was unavoidable to end the war quickly, his response floored me. His character is so consistent and so clear-eyed - he has no illusions and sees things (and people) the way they are. It doesn't mean he won't work to change things but he has no illusions what state things are in. And his comment is especially !!! because something being a duty not obviating it being a sin is such an amazing bit of understanding.

Once again - he does not believe this will give him peace but he hopes even as he knows it's futile. I wonder if this radical acceptance of things was always part of his nature or a coping mechanism he developed after living with his monster father.

(The fact that he ends up doing this in her arms in this very spot makes me !!!!)

She asks:

His answer floored me. Isn't it the extension of his rigid sense of what is proper? It is proper to ask forgiveness for a sin, but it's entirely different thing to expect forgiveness for that sin. Once again, those two things are not connected but most people conflate it. You ask forgiveness because it's the right thing to do, even if you don't expect forgiveness.

As I said, he's so clear eyed. And the fact that he says even though this was a sin and the blood haunts him, he'd do the same thing. He actually is very much opposite of what-if person. In modern day, after 1500 years as a ghost who cannot leave despite wanting to (!!), you still get the sense he'd not have done anything differently. Once he commits to a course of action, that's it. (Side note - for a man who wanted peace and oblivion, being stuck in the world with his memories for 1500 years is an exquisitely crafted punishment, isn't it?)

Goddddddddd!!!!!!!

He is an incredibly honorable man (within the moral precepts of 6th century warfare) and it makes nothing better for her. It makes it so much worse.

PS I love that even this early on he tries to shield her from his monster father (by lying she's a random servant he acquired for debt) and that she's the bossy one even if she's an enemy captive servant - "let's go, we don't have all day" or similar she snarls at him before their little expedition, and he - her master and terrifying Silla general, follows.

#kdrama #pyo ye jin #kim young dae #moon in the day

[makoodles]

Quaritch with a massive size kink.

He adored the way your body is just so tiny compared to him. The way his hands touch when he wraps his hands around your waist, the way he’s so..big compared to his tiny precious Angel.

And in the bedroom…he loves the way his cock bulges your stomach. He loves you small and quivering you are, how he can hold you up like nothing.

And what dirty thoughts he has when he’s all alone. How his cock leaks so much at the mere thought of him being inside that tiny pussy of yours. He gets off to how strong he is compared to you, his tiny delicate flower. He loves using his strength to control you. Pushing you down onto the bed, his lap, the floor..and his favorite, his own desk.

He loves the idea of taking your innocent little self (corruption kink Quaritch.) and bending you over his desk, and making you leak all over his work. Making his desk all messy. He loves the idea of having you, just a sweet innocent little intern, take her big bosses cock, a small clipboard pressed against your small body.

He wants you to be his innocent little flower, and he wants you to be his tiny little toy.

There is no in between here.

He just wants to damage you, taint you, make you so dirty.

Anyways.

-Blue

BRO I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH GOING PURE FUCKING FERAL OVER THIS MY GODDDDDDDDD

fuuuuuck my brain has gone fully blank, thoughts nothing but tv static as i play this visual over and over and over again

#BLESS you for this because holy shit #quaritch #avatar thirsts #quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #asks

[acourtofidiots]

thigh riding with dick is SO HOT OH MY GOD. he’d be so mean when you’re desperately grinding against his leg. He’d degrade you so much while he tenses his thigh and bounces his leg. Stimulating you more and more as time goes on. Dick would eventually have to help you move your hips because your legs would start shaking so much. After a few orgasms his pant leg is soaked with your slick and cum and Dick loves it. Anything that he can use to degrade you he will gladly participate in. And seeing you coward away from his face when he says “You’re such a messy slut. Cumming all over my thigh like the needy whore you are. Such a messy girl.” in your ear it makes Dick so turned on. God the things you do to him.

oh my GODDDDDDDDD dick + degradation = my kryptonite

HE WOULD MAKE YOU LICK IT UP ONCE YOU'RE DONE, and as you're cleaning, you would be absentmindedly grinding against his shoes, and he's like "Oh, my greedy little slut can't get enough, can she?" And you're whimpering and looking at him with big eyes, and he just gives you an evil grin before shoving his shoes up into your pussy.

"God you really can't get enough, can you? It doesn't even have to be my hands or my cock. I just need to shove something against your greedy pussy, and you're coming all over it like a whore."

And with these words, you're coming again and he just picks you up like a ragdoll and bends you over the nearest surface so that he can shove his cock into your clenching hole, all the while you're pushing against him cause you're so fucking overstimulated.

"Now, now, Y/N. Be a good girl and take my cock. I know you want it. You know what to say when you want me to stop, don't you?" And you just whimper quietly as he continues pounding into you, tears streaming down your face.

You're not done until he's satisfied. And that is your cunt being all swollen and puffy, his cum dripping out of your clenching hole as you're shivering against him.

#YOU ARE KILLING ME A;HSDKFHASHDF #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader smut #ask julia #anon #anonymous #dick concepts #julia.writes

[strawberryamanita]

I feel like a lot of people who shipped Danti have since moved to Darkstache (myself included) so I would like to propose;

Danti Divorce

whether in vibes or literally, its up to you

Darkiplier vs Antisepticeye 2: Divorce Office Boogaloo when

Oh my Goddddddddd

Considering how my in personal story Dark and Anti did actually use to date, that could range anywhere from hilarious to messy as Hell

#let the angst games begin #*trumpet fanfare* #idk if i should tag this as d**ti because i don't wanna rain on that fandom's parade out of nowhere omg #darkiplier #antisepticeye

[calderskillday]

A COURT OF FEY & FLOWERS EPISODE 6 liveblog!!!!!

(sorry i kinda fell behind here, i can't watch on release day anymore & got REAL busy real quick 😭 but here we go!!!)

OOO OMAR'S MAKEUP YESSIR

GOING NUTS FOR HOB THE FORMIDABLE

RUUUUMOUUURRRS TIMEEEE

"let my throat do what it do" oh lou

excellent rumour from surena

spiiiiiiicy

LORD SQUAKKKK

man i love lou wilson so much

BRENNAN ALSO GETTING SPICY

hahaha emily's reaction to brennan's rumour <3

lou is so THEATRICAL with his paper ripping lmaooo

HOW'D YOU DO WITH THAT TEAR, PAPERBOY

"maybe i'll have sex with the prince 😬"

whenever lou looks right into the camera i lose my mind a little <3

hob/andhera is such a lovely little friendship 🥺🥺🥺

LETTERS TIME

lmao illusory script thanking the reader for the book rec 🤭

omg squak's love letter

A HANDS ON ROUGH AND TUMBLE HUNTING LESSON

PLEASURABLY?????,??

god lou is so good at this game

R SKY P

the LORDS OF THE WING

"thank you for seeing me" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

G R A N D P A D O G

surena: "what did i do??!?!" MOOD

WAIT GWYN AND BINX ARE SISTERS???

MY BINXHERA HEART

LMAO WAIT ANDHERA IS SUCH A BUMBLY BOY

NOT EMILY CRITTING ON HIDING FROM GRANDFATHER

BRENNAN. LEE. MULLIGAN.

oh my GODDDD squak just letting that bomb drop to chirp in passing so casually

HES NOT ACTUALLY AS IN LOVE WITH HER AS HE LET ON IN HIS LETTERRR

SKKFGG KSEBTK WHATTTTT

EMILY AXFORD YOU ABSOLUTE MANIAC- LADY CHIRP ALREADY MARRIED???

the table's reaction oh my GOD

cheers, what the fuck?

A CHILD???

FOR HER POWER OF FLIGHT???????

oh my goddddddddd the drama

CHIRP SAYING SHE JUST WANTS TO FUCK AROUND AFTER SAYING SHE'S A ONE PARTNER AT A TIME KIND OF BIRD LMAOOO

messy messy messy

BINX BRINGING RUE AS THEIR SECOND TO MEET HOB

"well that comforted me very little" LMAOOOO RUE

lou's reactions 😭😭😭

ANDHERA ASKING FOR APPLE JUICE

BABYSITTERRRR

"deeply" AHHHHHHHHH

CAN I CALL YOU AUNTIE AND UNCLE

"we're all kind of pan" so true of you

i'm obsessed with aabria and emily's mutual crush on each other

"why are they so hot right now" lmaOOOO

HHHHHHH THE DRAMAAAA

andhera having detect thoughts on as hob and rue are in the same space,,,,,,,

"i'm glad you came" binxhera <3

hhhhhhh ruehob HHHHHH

KNICKOLAS

I LOVE HIM

GOD

the way aabria uses the "camera" is so wonderful

THE WAY THE HAIR AND MAKEUP KEEPS ESCALATING gah they all look so great next ep but omar's makeuppppp

#dimension 20 #d20 acofaf #tl lb #a court of fey and flowers

[jlf23tumble]

Hei jen! How are you? I was wondering if you know of any hl fic where they meet as adults? (Like 30s but even older) and also if you have a rec for fics that are just mmm... warm? Idk how to explain it but just really nice and warm ? Because usually i find super fluffy fics a bit boring ( wjhfah sorry!) But i feel like you may have found some good ones!

Hello, and you bet I do! Sorry for the delay; too much work jumped up, and it’s about to jump again, but I can squeeze in a good old-fashioned rec or two! Let’s start with the older h/l fics...I actually did one on this topic a little while ago, but since then, OF COURSE, I found some more, so I’d add these to that list, too:

Took Me By Surprise, by QuickedWeen, louis/harry, 20k, M. Louis Tomlinson was on the brink of becoming the next MLS star. Until he blew out his knee. A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet. (I actually read this a while ago and only just realized that it fits this rec perfectly, derp)

taking tips and getting stoned, by alison, louis/harry, 24k, M. Louis drives a taxi. He hasn't seen Harry in eight years when they have a chance meeting. A lot has changed in that time. But not everything. (not a new fic, and not a first-time meeting, but it has album release vibes that had me thinking Things)

Not That Gone, by abrighteryellow, louis/harry, 61k, E. A few weeks after Louis and Harry, *ahem*, reconnect at their high school reunion, Harry temporarily moves back home. Louis isn't sure he has the emotional fortitude for a prolonged fling with the man of the dreams. (a sequel i never saw coming! you don’t need to read the first one, but still recommended all around)

Now for the warmth! This is a bit trickier because I read this ask as a soft, cozy, kind of comfy blanket of a fic, with a bit of spice...so that’s what I pulled for you! At least one of my faves is in the link to the earlier rec list, so I won’t repeat it here (cough, cough, Turning Page)...you’ll find I *do* repeat a lot of my faves below because I love that warmth:

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, by eyesofshinigami, louis/harry, 6.5k, E.  Louis wouldn't exactly call it a thing, his newfound fascination with the curly trail that starts below Harry's bellybutton. (PUBE FIC THAT LAUNCHED A FEST, but it’s so sweet-n-hot, god, I love it so much)

So Much Left to Say, by myownspark, louis/harry, 7k, M. Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose. (like a warm blanket of snow)

call me anything you like, but my name is, by wishforwishes, harry/mitch, harry/clare, harry/mitch/sarah, 9k, E. Three mentors, two tea parties, one and a half recording studios, and a reference to Archie comics. (yes, it isn’t h/l, but JESUS this story sticks so hard right now, I’m obsessed with it on four levels)

Laundry Room, by beautlouis, louis/harry, 10k, E. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. (i space out and think about this fic anytime i see a laundry room picture)

Tan Lines and Some Memories, by twoshipstiedup, louis/harry, 11k, M. Harry Styles is the indie movie darling he’d been avoiding ever since Louis saw his movie at Cannes and harbored an unreasonable grudge against him. A unicorn t-shirt finally brings them together in person. (this one’s warmth comes from the dialog...so sparkly!)

Tuxedo Dress-Up, by blake, louis/harry, 11k, E. Louis is an aspiring song writer by day, a make up artist for drag queens by night, and masquerading as a full time real estate agent for his third most famous (and first most handsome) client Harry Styles. (I LIVE AND DIE BY THIS ONE, FRIENDS)

burn this flame, by rainbowninja167, louis/harry, 13k, E. When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. (this is a great representative of my love for footie!louis)

Grenadine Sunshine, by objectlesson, louis/harry, 18k, E. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. (the response to wankerville’s call, GORGEOUS and dare I say it, totally canon)

Sing You Butterflies, by objectlesson, louis/harry, 22k, E. Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment; fairy-tale-fine Louis has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap. (so HARD to choose between this and the mermaid fic, but I love allllll of phoenix’s canon and AUs so much)

If You Asked Me if I Loved Him (I’d Lie), by allyasavedtheday, louis/harry, 26k, M, needs ao3 account. Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. (what is it with me loving part 2 of a story more than part 1??? both are amazing, but this is a nice spin on a familiar trope)

Nothing You Can Do (But You Can Learn How to Be You In Time), by Teumessian, louis/harry, 28k, E, needs ao3 account. Louis braids Harry’s hair. There are good times, bad times, fancy houses, supportive bandmates, secret boyfriends, small rebellions, bigger revolutions, some nail varnish, ribbons, cute clothing, and a Pinterest. ([lights up voice] do you know who you are????)

hush., by wankerville, louis/harry, 41k, T. “I don't like you like that, Harry.” “See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.” an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect. (goddddddddd, this story, it kills me, it’s so beautiful and cozy and warm)

Harry Styles Cooks..., by sunsetmog, louis/harry, 52k, E. Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. (I ascend every time i get the nota that this wip has updated)

To the Ends of the Earth, by stylinsoncity, louis/harry, 68k, M. During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm. (if you haven’t read it in a while, check out the updated epilogue!)

knock knock, i love you, by beautlouis, louis/harry, 86k, E. Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy. (pure fluffy hot coziness, dreams really do come true--this was a wip for 2 YEARS)

Untangle Me, by suixcene, louis/harry, 100k, E. It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. or the one where they finally get it right (listen, there’s a lot you have to sort of take with a grain of salt for the sake of the story, but this one owns my heart because it was the first big one i read in this fandom? yah, YAHHHHH)

#fic rec #older h/l #warm and cozy #soft? #HOT #all of the above lol #and yeah i do rec some of my faves a lot #and what about it???? #i still have some other pairings to get into #but from what i've seen they're heavy angst #more than warm and cozers #but we shall see

[greasy-pizza]

I haaaate when someone who always complains that you're really messy asks you to tidy up and you're like ok fair enough I am messy I made the mess I will tidy it up and so you start tidying and you're like........"wait a fucking minute....................most of this mess isn't even mine it's their mess???" but you have to tidy because someone is coming round later and you don't want to be judged and the mess maker isn't even home to help you so you angrily just walk round shoving stuff into bin bags and cupboards absolutely

FUMING

because you've been told you're super messy and untidy and felt like shit for it only to realise MOST OF IT ISNT EVEN MESS YOU HAVE MADE OHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDD

this happens every fucking time I seem to forget that I am not, in fact, the only messy one but then when the room gets worse after being tidied I just take the entire fucking blame for it oh my god why do i let this HAPPEN next time an empty pop bottle gets left out (I don't even drink coke?????) I'm going to lose my SHIT I have had to move THIRTEEN coke bottles when I don't even drink coke and the grand total of TWO Fanta cans (which is what I drink) yet I'M THE MESSY ONE??? ME??? AT LEAST WHEN I MAKE MESS IT'S JUST LEAVING SOMETHING IN THE WRONG PLACE AND NOT LEAVING EMPTY BOTTLES and fckitn sweet wrappers on the floor oh my goddddDDDDD just waIT FOR THISS BOY TO GET HOME I am going to politely complain and then probably just shut up and never mention it again if he gets mad lol why do I let thisbhappen

#messy #mess #tidy #tidying #tidy up #angry #dont talk me im angy

[reimahowaido]

I did a list thingy, because I love so many Spyro Reignited redesigns and I Can’t Help loving them xD Can’t stop won’t stop. So while my head still tries to work and function to get over its low state and start to actually grip on the actual things, I’m just doodling whatever I can honestly just to stay alive or something

So here’s the thing, I grabbed 16 of my favourite dragons, already drew 2 of them, one is finished and one only lacks shading, and am probably gonna doodle the other 14 as well just because I looooove them so much <3 Buuuut, well, as you know, narrowing a list of 70+ dragons to only so many isn’t easy. Heck, look, I failed to make it a top 10 or even 15 so here we are. I had almost 30 dragons in the end that I put in order. The first 7 were preeetty easy, a couple fought over and around places, but the’re pretty solid. After that, I knew who I wanted in there but just didn’t know which order would be the best for them, so they’re kinda sorta a mix and match messy pile here and there xD Oops. But ya’ll wanna hear some thoughts on your favourite dragons, right? And the fact that I might have just barely missed on having them on the list, like, there’s so many good ones, even more than I got here, but hey, at least there’s some honorable mentions I can give a word on here :2 Alphabetical order because yeet

Alban - Let's have a small bit from my childhood. I dunno if it was like a rumor that someone told me or that I made up myself, but as a kid I was all like, this dude, this is Spyro's dad. I thiiiiiiiink it was because someone told me that he's the only other purple dragon in the game, so he Has To Be Spyro's dad. Dunno, just a fun little thing xD But I do like his design, he looks kinda aquatic and I like his voice and attitude "Oh yeah, they ain't going to be a problem to Me" Dude, you got caught, think again or are you writing some edition of the story where you're the hero~? (Or are you just acting because you don't want to seem like the lesser person when your son saves you? HMmmmmm Ok ok enough of that xD )

Bubba - Now here's a character xD He's a funny dude, very excited to say the least. Funky, I like him

Claude - I like this dude, his voice is greatttt and just, I remember the "and it really Stings" bit like so freaking well and I love his expression during it. Also that staff thing he does at the end that I can't describe with words, he's just, like partly so done and has to think things over

Copano - Holy shiiiiiiiiiiit he's so cute and jittery as heck xD Too much caffeine for you buddy! But oh my god he's so freaking cute and soft looking you can't deny he's adorable!

Gavin -To be honest, he kinda Was on the list for a while x2 Just because, his design is dang nice, I love the tattoo stuff and I love the aesthetic of barista peeps, like, just, this nice and calm feeling, place where you can just chill, drink something nice and warm and just chill. His personality is funky too, but I decided to split the list at 16 and I just really want to draw number 16 so I'm sorry Gavinnnn

Lucas - Mister map wing~ I love his design, the globe between his horns, all the spinning stuff, his colors, his animation, voice is also nice. He's just. Nice all around. Though I think it's the Charizard like look and praise that lowers his score for me xD Oh shoot am I being a hipster? Marco is cool and all but mmmm..... I dunno, I like him (and I like Charizard, used to at least, childhood favourite) but I just feel I like the others a bit more than him, but he's definitely a well done character here

Magnus - Full of personality! Goddamn. His animation is top tier, voice might not b my favourite but goshdarn it he's just full of character~

Marco - Mostly because sleek designs, I love me some sleek designs, tall lanky goodie. But his voice isn't a favourite of mine and while the fact he has artificial wings is cool, just didn't make it on the list

Maximos - Honestly he reminds me of a mix of a pitbull and bullterrier, and just, something about him, he looks freaking cute. I like his voice and animation too. Who doesn't like some good tasty tasty well spiced food~? He's a good boy

Ragnar - Nice design, fitting voice, the smoke is a nice effect but all in all he's a bit bland in a way. Like the leaving animation is.... Nonexistent, he just stands there kinda? Mmmmmmm but hey, at least he looks nice?

Useni - This design, goddddddddd, he's so nice and kind and just, good energy man. Yes. Yessssssss~ And the bunny slippers xD He's just, very soft and good I cry

#Spyro #Spyro the Dragon #Spyro Elder #I honestly dunno how to tag the elder dragons as but that'll work maybe

[harryfeatgaga]

OKAY SO the soft concept that made me emo was basically how harry would be waiting for you to join him in bed & maybe it’s when you guys are dating so he’s staying at your place tonight. He’s laying on his back, perched up a bit, arms behind his head with an old shirt on & he’s watching you in your bathroom as you’re putting on your moisturizer. & then as you enter the room & walk over to your nightstand to put on some hand cream, offering some to harry, which he takes because he loves the (1/?)

scent of oranges. & then he watches you put on your lip balm & get into bed after turning the light off. & you scoot over to him while he sits up a bit & takes his shirt off, tossing it to the side before pulling the covers up & pulling you into his chest then pulling the covers over you, murmuring a “alright?” & you nod your head, nuzzling your face into his chest. 

& you peek your head out & kiss his lips a couple of times, his hand going up your back to pull you slightly on top of him so he can kiss you a bit more. & you’re just staring at each other, his hand running up & down your back while your fingers are running over his face, noticing how he had a bit of stubble & you comment on it & he goes “do you like it?” & you go “it’s okay” & he goes “I know you love it” & you admit with a shy smile that you do. & just picture him staring up at you. & 

when you shift down a bit, his head tilts down a little & he gets that double chin & you kiss it before nuzzling into it & laying down partially on top of him, your hand around his chest & stroking near his ear & he’s holding onto you tightly. & maybe in the middle of the night, you go to the bathroom & get a glass of water & he gets confused so when you come back, you see that he’s sitting up in bed, frowning with messy bed head & he goes “was so fuckin lost” 

& you laugh and tell him you were thirsty & he reaches for your glass & drinks like half of it, but you don’t mind. & when you both lay back down, he’s nuzzling into you & clinging onto you so your arm is around his back & his is across your stomach & he’s using your boobs as pillows & he presses kisses to your neck & chest before settling his head down on your chest & going “I love you, darling” & falls back to sleep

-

THIS IS SO FUCKING SOFT ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEEE OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

#harry concept

[moth208]

LAST THING I SAY ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO

im STILL not over how when someone asked her if apollo was trans she basically responded in a way that was “welllll not REALLY because hes actually [insert 3rd biological gender] :)”

like aside fromt hat being...incredibly fucking intersexist... why dodge the question. why avoid making a trans character unless its to avoid repercussions for possible attempts at someone calling out your blatant fetishism? why have a cis gay character fuck what basically amounted to a ~female version~ of your oc unless its meant to be fetish art???? 

its so transparent and so.....ughhh its so messy especially when she pulled that shit with “milo dosent think im a TRANS FETISHIST DOES HE D:” goddddddddd

#GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[historyrepeatsitself-phff]

Chapter Seventy-Four Part Three

A/N: You can find Part One here and Part Two here. This part was actually meant to be split in two, but neither half was long enough to be posted on its own so this is actually a relatively long update. Yay!

I hope you enjoy it, and thank you all for the lovely messages you’ve sent about the last chapters. Please keep them coming, they’ve been so lovely and amusing, they’ve really made me smile.💖

Also, there is one final part coming tomorrow. 😊

“Aaaaaaargh!”

Emmy’s scream echoed throughout the room and tore into Harry, but he swallowed the shock and tried to soothe her. Her head fell back onto the pillow, chest heaving with enormous breaths. Strands of hair were plastered to her temples, and her skin shone with a sheen of sweat. She gasped for breath, face contorted in pain, squeezing Harry’s hand with all her might.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she moaned, shaking her head as another agonising contraction tore through her. “Oh god, oh goddddddddd.”

“Come on, Emmy, you’re doing great now,” the midwife, Matilda, said. “You’re doing great, I need you to keep pushing!”

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurtssssss!” Emmy’s voice rose into a scream, and Harry winced at the sound. It was awful to see her in such pain.

“Em, you’re doing amazing, just push, come on,” he said. “If you keep pushing it’ll all be over in a minute! Breathe, Emmy, breathe.”

She shook her head, sobbing now. “No, no, no!”

“She’s nearly here, Emmy, I can see her head now!” Matilda cried. “Come on, keep pushing!”

Emmy was screaming and yelling openly as, finally, with Matilda and Harry trying to encourage her to keep pushing, her head fell back and the tiny tiny body was pulled out of her. Harry stretched up, trying to see the little baby – the silence was a worry, and for a split second his heart stopped with panic. And then the sound of crying filled the air.

“Oh thank god,” he said, as the tiny person was immediately pushed into Emmy’s arms, the small cheek rubbing against her own.

“A little girl.” Matilda confirmed what they’d been believing for months.

Emmy barely heard her, so much emotion and disbelief and love ringing in her ears. Her daughter was so small, covered in all sorts of goo and blood, but she was there. Alive. Breathing. Nuzzling. Tears sprang in her eyes without even thinking, and she leant down and kissed her baby girl’s forehead. She was there. She was there.

Harry’s heart melted at the sight of her, and he crouched back down, running his fingertips gently along the baby’s head, brushing along her wisps of what appeared to be blond hair. She was small, so small but so perfect. So lovely. He felt his own throat closing with emotion at the sight of her there. He tried to fight the disbelieving, proud tears but quickly gave up, letting them brim in his eyes as he looked at his little girl.

It felt like they’d been sat there for hours, the new parents feasting on the sight of their new daughter, but a mere ten seconds had passed before Matilda said, “Harry, do you want to cut the umbilical cord?”

He was handed some scissors, and almost numbly he stepped forward to cut the little baby free from her mother. It felt squishy as he cut the tissue.

The little blood was staunched quickly by the nurse, as the midwife removed the placenta and some other disgusting-looking things from Emmy. But Harry was no longer paying them any attention. He was watching Emmy and his baby; she was talking to her now, softly whispering to her, greeting her. Emmy’s eyes went to Harry then.

“Harry,” she said, her bottom-lip crumpling as so many different emotions drowned her.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?” he said, as tears cascaded down her cheeks. He reached up to brush one away, before leaning forward and kissing the top of her head. “You did so well, I’m so proud of you.”

Emmy took a wobbly breath, before looking up at him again. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Always,” Harry said, and for the first time ever he took his little girl into his arms and held her there, safely, securely, protectively, adoringly. This was the first time, he realized, that he had ever had contact with his daughter. She’d been living inside Emmy for the past nine months – this was the first she’d ever met her father.

Matilda stood watching with a smile. “Okay, once Daddy has had a little cuddle, we’ll take Baby Girl Clarence and do some very quick little measurements to make sure she’s okay, okay? And we’ll quickly give her a little clean, wash some of this muck off for you.”

Harry nodded, gently kissing his daughter’s forehead before carefully handing her over to the nurse. As soon as she was out of his arms, Emmy reached for his hand and entwined it with her own. Then she sighed, laying her head back on the bed; she was exhausted, and yet her eyes still followed her little girl across the room.

Harry laughed lightly, squeezing Emmy’s fingers. “I can’t believe this, I can’t.”

Emmy beamed at him. “Harry, we have a little girl.” Her lip crumpled as she said it, her voice breaking, and she felt tears coming. “Oh my goodness.” She took a shaky breath.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Isn’t it amazing?”

She nodded, swallowing a joyous sob. “Harry’s, she’s ours.”

The new parents shared a delighted smile as their little baby girl was brought back to them, wrapped in a blanket. She still looked slightly messy, and her cries filled the air, but as she was passed back to her mother she stopped wailing, puffy blue eyes fixing on her.

“Hello darling,” she whispered, stroking along her cheek before tucking her finger into her tiny hand. “Hello, you’re perfect you are, yes you are.”

Harry had crouched down and was gazing adoringly at his daughter, before his eyes flickered to Emmy. She was shiny, with her hair plastered to her head from the sweat and exhaustion in the shadows under her eyes, but her eyes themselves were sparkling, sparkling with tears and love, and Harry had never loved anyone as much as he loved her, and as much as he loved his new daughter.

“I love you,” he said aloud.

She smiled again, still teary, and leant forward to kiss him. Their lips met, both of them reeking disbelief and joy, before they broke apart again. Harry gently cupped Emmy’s cheek in his hand, trying to fix the delight on her face in his mind to never forget it, before they both dropped their gazes to their little girl.

For about ten minutes they sat in the delivery room, Harry and Emmy taking turns to cuddle, soothe and kiss their baby, before the nurses took the baby away to perform some more routine tests and Harry wheeled Emmy back into their room.

“Do you want to go and have a quick shower or something?” Annie, one of the nurses who had accompanied them back to their room, said. “Baby Girl Clarence will be about five minutes, and then we’ll bring her back in, allows you both to get settled.”

And so Emmy went to clean up, before returning in her specially bought soft pyjamas and looking exhausted. She smiled at Harry as she entered the room, and he grinned. He’d sat himself on her bed, and he jumped to his feet to help her clamber back on. She gasped out in pain before she was comfortably leant back on the pillows.

“My body is so sore,” she murmured, wincing as she adjusted herself on the bed. “Just everything. You wouldn’t think it’s a whole body thing, would you?” Despite her pain, her voice was light and happy.

“I would have no idea,” Harry admitted, grinning. He’d returned to the armchair, and had her hand in his, playing with her fingers. “You did so well, you know.”

She smiled. “I didn’t really have a choice though, did I?”

“You were still incredibly brave,” he mused, kissing the back of her hand.

Mary came in then, a bundle of blankets in her arms, and both parents looked delighted to have their daughter back with them. Emmy held out her arms instantly, and Mary carefully handed the baby over, watching as Emmy cooed at the little girl in greeting. She’d been cleaned up a bit more, all the blood washed off of her, and now she was simply pink and a little puffy. There was only a little hair on her head, which appeared quite fair, almost golden, and as her eyes went to her Mummy they were a gorgeous blue.

“Hello darling,” Emmy whispered, as Harry moved to perch on the side of the bed so he could look down at her too, leaning over to stroke her cheek.

“Now, it is customary here at the Lindo Wing to celebrate the birth with a glass of champagne,” Mary said, folding her hands together. “Would you both like some? It’s complementary, of course.”

Harry looked at Emmy, who shook her head. “Thank you, but I’d rather not. I want to be clear headed for all of this.”

“It’s only a glass,” Harry said gently.

“I don’t want any,” she said. “But thank you.” She knew just how bad champagne could be for her anyway, let alone when she started breast feeding, and she didn’t want to take any chances. Besides, it was just gone midnight, and she’d be going to bed soon she was sure. “You have some, though,” she said to Harry.

“If that’s alright,” Harry said, then grinned at Mary.

“Can I get you anything, Emmy?” Mary asked. “Anything at all. You’re probably thirsty, if not hungry.”

“Can I have some orange juice, please?”

“Of course.” Mary left them to it, no doubt to send their orders down to the waiting staff. She left Harry and Emmy alone to enjoy being with their daughter again, on their own for the first time.

“Probably best you didn’t have any champagne,” Harry teased. “We both know how you get when you drink it.” He was referring to the time, almost two years earlier, when Emmy had gotten drunk of the bubbles at New Year’s Eve and tried to get him to kiss her. And he very nearly had.

It was gone one o’clock in the morning, after their drinks were finished and Emmy was starting to grow very sleepy indeed, that Edward came in. Harry was exhausted too, but he knew Emmy had had a worse time so far and so he was just sucking it up. But if he looked tired it was nothing to Edward.

Regardless, Edward was smiling when he came in, and he saw the bundle of blankets in Harry’s arms and somehow smiled wider. “Well?”

“A little girl,” Harry said, beaming. “Come and meet her.”

Edward put down his tablet and his bag and crossed the room to sit on the armchair, scared he might drop her if he was standing. He carefully took the baby into his arms, and he gasped with delight. “She’s lovely.”

“Isn’t she?” Harry said excitedly. “She’s perfect.”

Edward had never spent much time around children – indeed, George had been the first child to be born that Edward would see on a regular basis, and even then, Edward barely had any interaction with him. And so, looking down at Baby Girl Clarence, Edward didn’t really know what to do. He gently stroked her puffy cheek, alarmed as she started to yawn, opening her tiny mouth wide. Emmy and Harry chuckled.

“Looks like you’re putting her to sleep, Ed,” Harry teased, grinning.

“Well she’s only female,” Edward replied, then chuckled and said, “Very nice to meet you, little one.”

Her blue eyes went to Edward, and he smiled at her. He was sure he would have to get used to there being a baby around, now that Baby Girl Clarence was here.

“Thanks for staying, Ed,” Harry said, as Emmy took the baby back in her arms.

“It was worth it, to be the first person to meet the new princess,” Edward said, smiling. “But we do have things to discuss, I’m sorry. I know you just want to enjoy being with her, but I was talking to the nurse. Once you both go to bed, she doubts you’ll wake up until late this afternoon, and I need to have announcements prepared because although you’ll be sleeping, the rest of the world won’t be.”

“That’s fine,” Harry said, nodding. “But I haven’t told any of the family yet.”

“Do you think you can do that before you go to sleep?”

“It’s the middle of the night,” Emmy pointed out.

“Then we’ll just have to wake them, won’t we?” Harry answered, with a grin. “Leave it to me, I’ll let them know.”

“I was planning on announcing the birth and the sex of the baby at around 6 o’clock,” Edward said. “I think that would be a good time for the journalists. It also means that all the usual royal birth reactions can go on throughout the day while you two are asleep.”

“What were you thinking?” Emmy asked.

“Well, a series of tweets,” Edward said. “The first: The Duchess of Clarence gave birth to a healthy baby girl at 23:34 last night. The Duke of Clarence was present for the birth. And the second: The baby girl weighed – and then her weight – and is sixth in line to the throne. Both mother and baby are doing well. Good?”

“Sure,” Harry said. “I suppose it’s just me now, right? I need to tell people.”

“You do indeed,” Edward said. “Anyone that you would like to know, must know before six o’clock.”

“Okay,” Harry said. “You can go home now, Ed.”

“Thank you for all your help, Edward,” Emmy said.

Edward got to his feet, smiling tiredly. “I’m just very happy for you both, the little one has been a long time coming.”

“She has,” Emmy said, dropping her gaze to her little baby. “And she’s finally here.”

“I’m going to drop by the palace offices and leave a note for Stephen to explain the announcement first,” Edward explained, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “And then I’ll go and get some rest. Maybe you both should try and get some soon, too.”

“Yeah, once this little one goes to sleep,” Harry murmured, reaching over and stroking the little baby’s cheek.

Edward left them then, and then it was Harry’s turn to tell his and Emmy’s family and friends about their new addition to the family. He woke William, Skippy, Taylor and Charles all with phonecalls to give the news that it was a little girl, and Alexander and his grandmother were to be left messages since they would not wake. They all also received a photo of the new little princess, which Taylor replied to with the heart eyed emoji.

It was another few hours before Baby Girl Clarence dosed off, and even though Harry and Emmy didn’t want to stop looking at their daughter, they both knew that now was the perfect time to get some shut-eye themselves. The nurses brought a cot into the room so that she could sleep beside her Mummy in bed, and Emmy eagerly went to sleep too. Harry checked everything was okay before he retired to the adjacent room, where his bed was, and it only took a second before he fell asleep, he was so exhausted.

The family of three were in a deep sleep at 6am, when the announcement was released. The two tweets were sent out by Kensington Palace, and the world dissolved into excitement. Responses came flooding in from everywhere, every single celebrity and politician out there taking to Twitter to congratulate the couple. Landmarks around the world started the day by lighting up in pink to welcome the new princess, and the crowds of people lining the road of the Lindo Wing grew. Members of the royal family who had engagements that day were bombarded with questions about the new arrival, all of whom had very little news to give but shared their excitement with the world. The Queen even wore a lovely pink dress to celebrate. People rushed to bookies to place bets on the name of the little princess, others were already sending New Baby Girl cards to Kensington Palace for the Duke and Duchess, celebrating the new Princess of Clarence. For the world, it was wonderful to have a new princess, another little girl to join Prince George and Princess Charlotte. People were already guessing what she would look like, whether she would have Harry’s hair, and by lunch-time a group of a hundred or more people had gathered outside Buckingham Palace to watch the easel be placed in the grounds, announcing the birth of the lovely new princess.

The Princess of Clarence was still sleeping through all this, even as the photographers outside grew restless for more news and started speculating about when they might see the new family. She slept even as texts flooded Harry’s phone next door to congratulate him. She slept even as the Prime Minister congratulated her parents in the House of Commons, and she slept as her great-grandmother spoke of how happy she was to have another little girl in the family.

She slept until two o’clock that afternoon.

Harry was the first of the little family to awake, laying in the bed in the adjacent room, and he yawned, stretching. He felt like he had only just fallen asleep, and now he was being snatched from his dreams once more. And then, almost immediately, the memory of the night before waltzed into his mind.

His little baby girl. His little princess.

He rolled over to check the time, surprised and yet unsurprised to see that it half past two in the afternoon. Considering it had been a very long night, and that he and Emmy had only really gone to bed around 4, it was to be expected that they would spend most of the day resting, but still; he’d already wasted a lot of time that he could’ve been spending with his daughter.

Ten minutes later, after hurriedly changing into some comfy jeans and his favourite cashmere jumper, he slipped through the door and entered Emmy’s room. It was dark – thanks to the curtain – and silent, although some noise could be heard from the photographers outside. He wondered what developments had happened overnight, what reactions had come in from all over the world while he had been asleep, but that thought was forced from his mind as he peered into the room. Emmy was still asleep, curled into a ball facing the cot beside the bed, and then the cot caught his attention.

He moved into the room, heart pounding, and stood beside the cot, looking down at his daughter. She was still asleep, puffy eyes still closed, tiny hands curled into fists. Fair hair littered her soft head.

Harry watched her, his insides swelling with adoration and love as he took in how tiny she was. She looked so fragile, so perfect, so beautiful. He wanted to stroke her tiny cheek, to slip his thumb between her miniature hands, but he didn’t want to wake her.

“Harry?”

He started at the sound of Emmy’s voice, and he broke into a smile. “Hey,” he whispered, moving round the cot to perch on the edge of her bed. She squinted at him, sleepy, but she smiled. “How you feeling?” He snaked his hand into hers.

“Tired,” she said, then tried to move herself up onto her pillows, and winced. “And achy. God, my whole body aches.”

He smiled, squeezing her fingers. “She’s still asleep.”

“Is she?” Emmy asked, her eyes glistening with love as she turned them to her little baby girl’s tiny form. “Oh, I forgot how small she was.”

“She’s perfect,” he mused, beaming.

Emmy giggled lightly. “Worth the wait.”

“Definitely,” he said, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Oh Emmy, I can’t believe this is real. I was sure I would wake up and it would be a dream.”

She smiled, stroking his forearm, wanting the contact, and her heart fluttered as he leant down to kiss her. His lips were soft, very loving, very careful, and she sighed into him, reaching up to run her fingers over his beard.

A gurgle attracted their attention, and they broke apart. Both their heads snapped round, and Harry jumped to his feet, moving over to look at their little baby. Her blue eyes were open now, her limbs moving jerkily, and she looked as though she was about to put her lungs to good use and scream.

“Hello,” he breathed adoringly, reaching down to cup her in his arms. “Hello darling.”

Tears sprung to Emmy’s eyes as she watched him scoop her into his hold. “Oh, hello baby,” she whispered.

“Do you want a cuddle with Mummy?” Harry murmured, setting himself back on the bed and holding her out to Emmy. Emmy’s arm curled round her, one hand replacing his under their baby’s head.

“Hello beautiful,” Emmy said, her long fingers gently stroking her wisps of hair. “Hello. Hello.”

The little girl gurgled again, her hands jerking, until Emmy gently teased her little finger into one of her palms, and the baby’s tiny fingers curled round it. Harry smiled.

“I never thought I could love something more than I could love you,” he murmured, throwing her a crooked smile, and Emmy’s breath left her as her heart stuttered.

There was a light knock on the door before she could answer, and then their nurse Annie poked her head in, smiling. “Good morning, your royal highnesses,” she said. “How are you both feeling?”

“Amazing,” Emmy said, beaming.

“Did you sleep well, Emmy?” Annie asked, moving into the room to check on the baby. She smiled at the little one. “This one seems in a good mood.”

“She’s just woken up,” Harry explained, as the three of them watched the baby’s wide blue eyes take them in.

“She woke up in the night,” Annie explained. “We came in and took her outside, calmed her before she could wake you, Emmy.”

“Thank you,” Emmy said. “I didn’t wake up?”

“Oh god, it’s going to be me that has to comfort her in the middle of the night, isn’t it?” Harry complained cheekily. “With you pretending that you’re too deep a sleeper.”

Emmy giggled innocently. “Do you really think I’d do that?”

“Yes,” he teased.

“Now, she probably needs a nappy change,” Annie said. “We’ll take her and do that for you while you both have some food, if you would like? It’s actually too late for breakfast, but the kitchens were happy to meet your request, Harry. It will be brought up in a minute.”

“Thank you,” Harry said politely, as Emmy gently handed their little girl over. Annie smiled at them before taking her outside.

“What did you order?” Emmy asked, frowning.

“Bacon sandwich,” he replied, with a cheeky grin. He’d barely eaten in the last twenty-four hours and he was starving.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“What?!” He pouted.

“This is a hospital, not a hotel!” she said, then laughed lightly. “I suppose you’re getting your money’s worth, right?”

“You are 100% correct, babe.”

She rolled her eyes, ignoring the flutter of her stomach at his words. She reached for his hands, trying to change the subject. “How do you feel about her not being ginger?”

“Well, relieved really,” he said, grinning. “Besides, she’s not totally blond. Her hair’s more a…strawberry blond. A golden blond. It’s like she got your hair, but then my gene just darkened it slightly.”

“I don’t think that’s how genes work,” she said.

“Oh, sorry Darwin.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you,” she teased, then both looked up as a member of staff brought in their sandwiches.

“Thank you!” Harry said eagerly, taking the plates.

“Ugh,” Emmy said, wrinkling her nose at the food. It looked greasy and smelt fatty. “I’m really not that hungry.”

“Em, I know they’re not going to be as good as my bacon sandwiches, but please-” He was smirking.

“Harry, they’re bacon sandwiches, I hardly think they’re a specialty.”

He scowled mockingly, then took a large bite and grinned. “Delicious.” Then, with a mouthful bulging his cheek, he held the other sandwich out to her. She shook her head.

“Really Harry, I’m not feeling it,” she said, laying back and resting her head on her pillow.

“You need to eat,” he observed, looking concerned.

“Do they have some fruit?” she asked.

“Sure, I’ll go get you some,” he said, taking another bite.

When he returned, their little baby girl was in Emmy’s arms once more. She was quiet, her blue eyes fixed upon her mother’s face, Emmy’s gaze feasting on the sight of their daughter. She couldn’t look away, she couldn’t believe just how much love erupted in her heart at the sight of her. She was her little girl. All the pain and stress and anxiety that she’d gone through during the last nine months – with everything from the morning sickness in America to dealing with the rat both with and without Harry, to exposing Kian for what he really was, to preparing for their new arrival – it was all worth it now that she was here. Her tiny body curled in Emmy’s arms, her beautiful blue eyes peering up at her, her tiny gurgles as she adjusted herself…Emmy had never loved something as much as she loved her little baby.

“Hey,” Harry whispered, as he entered the room.

“Hi, she’s awake,” Emmy said simply, throwing him a smile. She saw the banana and strawberries he’d brought with him, and she smiled, “Thank you!”

“That’s okay, I know you’re a pretty big fan of strawberries now,” he said, grinning and perching on the edge of the bed. He set the fruit down on the bedside table, before turning to her and smiling expectantly. “Can I…?”

“Of course,” she said, adjusting herself so that she could hold their little girl out for him to take. He gently pulled their baby into his arms, his thumb looking so large as it stroked her fluffy golden hair.

“Hello beautiful,” he murmured, gazing down at her. She had the most beautiful blue eyes, Emmy’s eyes, and he held out his little finger, rejoicing as her tiny hand curled round it. “Oh, darling, you’re so perfect, you really are.”

Emmy watched with adoration in her eyes; the only thing that now made her happier than her little girl was seeing Harry with her. He looked so at ease with her in his arms, so natural caring for her and protecting her. She took a bite from the banana, half-smiling at the sight of them.

He glanced up at her, beaming. “She’s holding my finger,” he said excitedly.

She laughed lightly, leaning forward to gently run her fingertips along her daughter’s head, stroking her.

There was a knock at the door, and both looked round to see Claire poke her head in. She was beaming.

“Good morning, mummy and daddy,” she said, moving into the room. Behind her, Edward followed, although his entrance was a lot quieter.

“Hi Claire,” Emmy said, smiling. “We have someone we want you to meet!”

“I’ve heard she’s a stunner,” Claire said, excitedly moving over to where Harry was sat and peering over his shoulder. “Oh! Oh Emmy! Oh, she’s so pretty! Such a beautiful little baby!” She threw Emmy a smile. “She has your eyes.”

“She has Harry’s,” Emmy corrected.

“Far too pretty to be mine,” he dismissed lightly, dropping his gaze back to his little girl. “You have Mummy’s eyes, yes you do. And Mummy’s hair too. Oh darling, you’re going to be perfect just like Mummy, aren’t you?”

Emmy’s heart melted, and she felt tears prickling in the corner of her eyes. She swallowed hastily, before turning to Ed and Claire, expectant.

“William is going to come by in an hour or so,” Edward explained. “It’s too late for everyone to visit today, so Harry, your father and Camilla are going to pop by tomorrow before you leave, and Alexander and Chelsea are going to come then too.”

“Ugh, can’t he just wait until we’re home,” she complained, laying her head back on the pillow.

“Of course not,” Harry quipped lightly. “He wouldn’t get his face in the papers if that were to happen, would he?”

“He’s in London right now, him and Chelsea drove up when they heard you’d gone into labour,” Edward explained. “Shall I tell him to come around the same time as Charles?”

“Sure, maybe Pa can stop him from winding me up,” Harry said, gently playing with his daughter’s tiny fingers.

Emmy shrugged. “Fine by me. Do you know when we’re meant to be leaving?”

“I think Annie’s going to come in and discuss that with you in a moment,” Claire said, smiling. “But definitely sounds like it’s going to be tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Emmy was not infected by her secretary’s excitement. In fact, her face fell, seemingly terrified. “We’re taking her home tomorrow?!”

“From the sounds of it, yes.”

“But we’re not ready!” Emmy cried, horrified. “Oh my god, we can’t look after her ourselves! I have no idea what I’m doing!”

“Shh, Em, calm down,” Harry said gently, reaching over for her hand and giving her fingers a squeeze. “This is the exciting bit. We take her home, she’s just ours, we get to figure out what we’re doing together.”

She sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic hammering of her heart, then nodded. “I…guess.”

“We can’t stay here forever,” Claire said lightly.

“You really don’t want to, it’s costing enough,” Edward added, and that tickled Emmy, for she laughed at his words.

“Ed,” Harry said then. “Can you do me a favour?”

As Edward went over to talk to Harry, Claire moved closer to the bed and beamed at Emmy. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty tired,” Emmy said. “More…exhausted really. Tired out, not sleepy. And I feel a bit dazed. It all feels so surreal. I keep wanting to cry for no reason.”

“That’s really normal, I was a blubbering wreck after the birth of my daughter,” Claire said, laughing lightly. Then she turned serious. “Really though, Emmy, don’t worry about taking her home. I know it’s scary, but this is the exciting part. You get to look after her all by yourself.”

“That’s what’s worrying me,” Emmy said, laughing.

“Don’t be worried, just look how good Harry is with her.”

Both women turned to watch the prince, cuddling his little princess. He’d gently lifted her up, one hand holding her head, the other holding her body, so that she was upright and her face was just in front of his. He was smiling down at her, and he leant forward to softly press his lips to her forehead. She gurgled slightly, her arms and legs moving jerkily, her movements uncoordinated.

Harry looked up then, and he grinned at the sight of Emmy watching. “Do you want her back?” he asked.

“No no, you’re fine,” she said, as the secretaries left them to it. “I love watching you with her, you’re so good at it.”

“I love her so much,” he said. “I could look at her all day.”

“Not today, I’m afraid,” she said, sighing. “Sounds like it’s going to be a busy day with William coming.”

“Hmm, Skippy’s coming too,” he said.

Her eyes widened slightly in dismay. “Harry, I just want to relax!”

“I know, I’m sorry, but he wanted to come and meet her and I told him to speak to Edward and come by when there’s a chance. He’ll pop by this evening.” He made a sheepish, apologetic smile, and he reached for one of her hands, lifting it to his mouth so he could kiss it. “I’m sorry, baby.”

She half-smiled. “You never call me that anymore.”

“Well, it’s going to be tough juggling all these affectionate names between you and this little one,” he said, grinning. Then he looked mock-serious. “You may have to share.”

“Hmm, I don’t know how I feel about sharing you,” she said, running her fingertips over his beard. “I’m so glad I’m doing this with you, Harry.”

“I’m glad you’re doing it with me too,” he said cheekily, grinning. “You’d be hopeless on your own.”

She rolled her eyes, a laugh tugging up the corners of her mouth. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course, Emmy,” he said, chuckling and carefully handing their little girl over. “I have been a bit selfish, keeping her all to myself.”

“So so selfish,” she teased gently, dropping her gaze to her daughter’s face and stroking her cheek.

“Em.”

She looked up to find Harry’s face inches from hers. He’d moved closer to peer down at their little princess, and now as Emmy looked up their eyes locked. She felt her heart skip a beat, the same way that it always did when he looked at her like that.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He broke into a smile. “I love you too,” he said, gently reaching up to grip her chin and hold her still so that he could press his lips to hers. It was light and soft, and infinitely sweet, and then a gurgle from the little baby between them broke them apart.

“Oh, what was that?” Emmy murmured, stroking her. “Oh darling, you are so so perfect. Mummy and Daddy are going to love you so so so much.”

Before long, their little baby dosed off in Emmy’s arms, and Harry and Emmy were given a chance to catch up on the news. Of course, the arrival of Princess of Clarence was all anyone was talking about. Regardless of the channel they switched on, the scenery did not change, merely a different journalist would be reporting from outside the hospital. It was very odd to watch for Emmy – people talking about her and her baby, placing bets on names, guessing what Emmy might wear to leave the hospital. She knew that all of this had been going on for the past few months, but to see it displayed to her on the news like that was very disconcerting.

Harry had squeezed onto the bed with her, and she was curled in his arms with their baby curled in hers. Emmy had never felt safer than with him there with her. She rested her head on his chest as her eyes sleepily watched the TV.

A little while later, Harry’s phone rang, startling Emmy and waking up the little princess. The baby’s tiny face contorted, and then she was crying. The first time Harry and Emmy had heard her cry since she was screaming in the delivery room, and both were surprised by just how loud she was.

“Christ, how could something so small make so much noise?” Harry grinned. “Are you okay with her? I need to answer this – it’s William, he’s probably on his way over.”

“Sure, I need to get used to this,” Emmy said, with a laugh. She had known that her and Harry and their perfect little child could not last long – this was what real parenting was like. She got up, trying to ignore the pain in her body as she did so, and started to rock her baby in her arms, cooing to her to try and calm her down.

Harry answered his phone. “William?”

“Hi, Harry, I’m just about to leave, is that alright?” Then William heard the crying, and he couldn’t help but grin. “Sounds like everything’s going well there.”

“That was you, you woke her up with the phone call!” Harry said, and he laughed. “I’ll see you in a minute then. It’s, er, just you right? You’re not bringing the kids.”

“Yep, just little old me,” William replied.

Once William had hung up, Harry came over to where Emmy had finally calmed the baby. Perched on the edge of the bed, she was singing softly to her while stroking her head, and the little girl was slowly dozing off again. Harry smiled.

“Wow, you did that fast,” he mused.

She grinned. “I’m obviously a natural.”

He chuckled. “Do you want me to take her? You need to rest.”

Emmy gratefully handed over their baby before sinking back onto the pillows, sighing as she did so.

It wasn’t long before William arrived, and they watched him get out of his car outside the hospital – broadcast live on the news. He grinned at the photographers, giving them a thumbs up, before he was led inside by his POs. A few minutes passed before there was a knock on the door.

William poked his head in. “Hey.”

Harry grinned at his brother. “Hi, come meet her!”

“I can see you’re as overexcited as ever,” William teased lightly, moving into the room. Then his eyes fell on the little baby, and his expression melted into adoration. “Oh, Harry,” he breathed.

“Isn’t she perfect?” Harry said, beaming.

William smiled, moving closer to peer down at her. “She’s lovely. Not ginger?”

Emmy laughed a musical laugh. “I saved her.”

William chuckled too, as Harry carefully handed her over. “Oh guys, she’s so lovely. She looks like you, Emmy, not gonna lie.”

She felt pride ignite inside her at that, but also disbelief that something so beautiful and perfect could resemble her in any way. As though reading her mind, Harry reached over and took her hand.

“Hello little one,” William cooed, stroking her cheek. “Hello, hello. Oh, big yawn there, huh? Big yawn.” He chuckled lightly. “Wow, look at your blue eyes.”

“Harry’s eyes,” Emmy mused.

Harry rolled his eyes at her. “No, yours.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” she teased lightly, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

He chuckled, moving to kiss her lips. “Probably best, don’t you think?”

“Does she have a name yet?” William asked, as the baby curled a tiny hand round his finger.

“Not yet, we’ll probably talk about that once you leave,” Harry explained, then looked at Emmy. “But I think we’ve got a few ideas.”

“I have,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

“How does it all feel?” William asked. “Nine months you’ve been preparing for this. Scary, right?”

“I’m just so glad she’s here,” Emmy said. “Finally. She was taking ages to come out, ugh.”

“Long birth?”

“About five hours,” Harry replied. “It could’ve been much worse.”

“Hmm, Kate’s first was about ten hours,” William said. “But her second was only three. Consider yourself lucky, Emmy.” He was grinning.

She smiled too, although she felt like she was being chastised for complaining that she’d been in awful pain for five hours. As William asked Harry whether he’d changed his first nappy yet, and then Harry explained everything that had happened since Emmy’s waters had broken the night before, Emmy watched her daughter. She was so small, so pretty, and there was a name that was coming to mind. She knew that Sophia would be one of her middle names, after her mother, and she expected Harry would want her to be called Diana too, but the first name was elusive. At least, it had been until Emmy had seen her. Now one of those names that she had loved all those months ago was the perfect fit.

“I’ve been thinking about names,” Emmy said, once William had gone.

“Oh yeah?” Harry said, sitting down in the armchair with the baby curled in his arms. He could barely tear his eyes off her, and if he did it was to gaze adoringly at Emmy instead.

“For middle names: Sophia,” she said hesitantly. “After my mother.”

He smiled. “And I hope you won’t mind me choosing Diana for the same reason.”

She grinned. “I guessed as much, you know.”

Harry chuckled. “And what about first name?”

Emmy hesitated again. This was the one that was scaring her, because she was sure she’d found the perfect name but she was worried he wouldn’t agree. She took a deep breath, watching his expression, before saying quietly, “Grace?”

“Grace?” Harry quoted, and to her relief he did not look disgusted or unsure or sad – he looked excited. He dropped his gaze to the baby and tested out the name. “Grace? Are you a Grace?”

The baby rose her blue eyes to her daddy’s face, and squeezed on his finger. Harry took that as a yes, even though he knew the baby had no idea what he was saying.

“I think you are a Grace,” he mused, beaming down at her, then he turned to Emmy. “Grace, then?”

“I love it,” she said. “I mean, Princess Grace of Clarence?”

“Doesn’t get more elegant than that,” he agreed, grinning. “Hello, Grace. Hello, Grace!”

The little baby, Grace, closed her eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, and Harry gently raised her with his hands so that he could kiss her forehead.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it,” Emmy admitted, smiling sheepishly at him.

“Oh no, I do.” He couldn’t stop smiling. “I love it, it’s lovely.”

Princess Grace started crying again about half an hour later, and it was Harry’s turn to change the nappy for the first time. He did it slowly, carefully, terrified of doing something wrong under the watchful eye of Annie. Emmy smiled proudly once he was done, and he’d scooped tiny Grace back into his arms.

Kensington Palace tweeted to announce that the new family of three would be spending another night at the Lindo Wing and would be leaving the following day. Then Skippy and Taylor delayed their visit, deciding it was best to wait until Emmy and Harry had taken Grace home, which was good, as it meant the new parents could relax for the rest of the evening – it also gave Emmy a chance to breastfeed for the first time.

“Now, she might not latch on straight away,” Annie was saying, as Emmy gently pulled one of her breasts out of the pyjamas she was wearing and held Grace close to it. “It might take her a little while to realise what to do.”

Emmy watched Grace as she automatically took her nipple into her mouth. “Oh, is she doing it?!”

“Looks like it.”

And then Grace started to suckle, and Emmy gasped out in shock. It was a very strange feeling, slightly painful but also not particularly unpleasant either. It was indescribable, and she fought the desire to squirm as Grace sucked her gently.

“This is weird,” Emmy admitted, laughing, her eyes going to Harry. He was watching her with concern. “So weird.”

“Does it hurt?” he asked. He’d read online that some women found it painful, especially the first time.

“A little,” Emmy said. “Nothing unbearable. I think I’ve got a new perception of pain now.” She giggled.

Annie smiled too. “Well, she seems to be doing perfectly fine. Have you decided on a name for her?”

“Yes, we have,” Emmy said, biting her lip to try and refrain from smiling. “Do you need to do the birth certificate?”

“We do. Harry, I assume you’ll be signing it?”

“Indeed,” Harry said, smiling. “Now?”

“No, I’ll come and fetch you in a little while,” Annie said. “I’ll leave you both to enjoy this new experience.” Her eyes scanned Grace for a moment, before she smiled at the couple and left the room.

“This feels so weird,” Emmy said, her eyes shining.

“This whole thing feels so weird,” Harry said. “I can’t believe she’s here, my brain still hasn’t processed it.”

“It’s so weird to think that she was in here for the last few months, isn’t it?” she mused, rubbing her own now-small stomach. “We made her.”

“That’s the weirdest part,” he said. “That we could make something so perfect.”

“Speak for yourself,” Emmy teased.

He chuckled, then let his eyes drift over her, with his daughter gently feeding from her chest. Emmy was glowing in a completely different way to when she had been pregnant – she was beaming. Even when she wasn’t smiling, her eyes were radiating her delight.

A while later Annie brought in the birth certificate and Grace’s names were officiated. HRH Princess Grace Diana Sophia of Clarence. Harry and Emmy’s occupations were on the certificate, and Harry signed it, as did several other hospital officials, before, finally, Grace was named.

“Grace Diana Sophia,” Emmy said softly, stroking Grace’s hair. Harry was curled on her bed with her now, holding Grace in his arms, and the tiny family was enjoying some contact time, just the three of them, cuddled together.

Eventually Emmy dosed off, and Harry carefully clambered off the bed, rocking Grace to sleep too before heading to his own adjacent room, casting a final glance back over at his wife and his daughter, before finally heading to bed himself.

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A Certain Affection For a Certain Captain

Okay, so... I must be high, oh god. Anyways, I decided I would try my hand at writing a fic/fanfic/AU. I'm going to regret this later, I know it. Also, I know NOTHING about ships, so plz don't rant about it. Just tell me so I can improve. Oh goddddddddd. AmIdrunkorwhatokayihopeyouenjoy. Disclaimer: I do not own Percy, Annabeth, or any PJO, HoO, etc. character mentioned in any of the parts of this fic. Just the plot and idea. Although, I will probably wish I don't. (Hehe, not saying there'll b any more parts) ___ _ Percy swears he's going to do it. It's been like this at the end of the day for weeks; him standing outside her door after she went in, going to ask her if she would like to eat on deck with him. Look, it was NOT his fault he was in LOVE with Annabeth freaking Chase, alright? It just wasn't! He lowers his hand, tightly curled into a fist. It currently is in front of the door, with a tag on it labeled: Captain A. Chase. He sighs. He'll never get the guts to do it, not in a million years. Anyways, it wasn't like she would say yes; what, to a boy who had a messy flop on black hair, slightly muscled from working on a ship for years, green eyes and came from a relatively poor family? Whereas her, on the other hand, extremely gorgeous with grey eyes (always bright), curly blonde hair (oh, he wanted to run his fingers through them so bad, it was creepy), beautiful face, perfect jawline, perfect and lush lips (he wanted to kiss so badly), and her commanding yet playful personality (he loved it so much, it was perfect). Yeah, he knew he stood no chance. He knew it was hopeless trying to get a girl like her to go out with a guy like him. Her and him just didn't go together, she was way out of his league. But hey, people can dream, can they not? Ah, who was he kidding? He walked away, down the halls where many were playing with their cards or eating their food. As he walked past, he knew they knew where he had just been. He looked down, not wanting to see their pitying and sympathetic looks. Everyone except the captain herself knew about his fancying of her. And thank goodness for that, as she would probably make him have all the bad jobs and stay as far away from her as possible. Oh, did he mention? Annabeth was a very independent woman and didn't believe in relationships on a ship. He sighed once more, a weary one. He had reached the deck and was staring off into the ocean, well past dusk. He had been in love with the captain for about a year after he joined the crew; at first, it started off as a crush until he gradually fell in love. The sea was calm today, as if to say, "it'll be alright". But as long as Percy Jackson was in love with Annabeth Chase, he didn't think it ever would be. __ _ Oh my god. I might make a part two, idk. Also, someone pls tel meh how to do slanted I beg PLEWSE SEND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM THIS IS MY FIRST CREATIVE WRITING PIECE EXCEPT IT ISNT ALL THAT CREATIVE SINCE THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE. JUST THE PLOT AND IDEA. THANKS.

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