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fandom-imagines · 3 years

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New Start

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Shane X Reader; slight Sebastian X Reader

Words: 5.1k (I love him)

Warnings: None other than non-proofread writing I don't think, let me know if there are any that need tagging ^^

Note: There could be a part two if anyone would like x)

“Pelican Town,” the name fell involuntarily from Y/N’s lips as she hopped from the bus that had dropped her at her new home. “Guess we’re here, Luna.”

The midnight black cat rubbed itself against her owners’ leg, hopping onto the ground beside the suitcase that had landed mere moments before. A purr escaped the felines’ lips at the feeling off Y/N’s fingers gently caressing her fur, back arching in pleasure.

The cold air blew through the girl’s body as she stepped from the bus with once final ‘thank you’ aimed towards the driver. A shiver ran through her, arms wrapping around themselves to keep a grip on the little warmth she had left. Luna, who was now pressed tightly against Y/N’s leg, seemed to feel the same as her.

“Come here,” she smiled, kneeling with an open arm to allow the cat to hop into, soon surrounded with the warmth of the jacket Y/N had luckily worn for her journey. “Good girl.”

The sound of a young girl’s laughter sounded throughout the street, blending into her eyes along with the roaring engine of the, now departing, bus. A small grin crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired womans lips as she spotted a young, dark-haired girl holding hands with a man who seemed just as happy as she sounded.

“Shane, who’s that?” The young girls’ eyes were now fixated on the newest arrival to Pelican Town, legs shuffling themselves to move behind Shane’s body.

“Not sure, Jas.” The man’s own attention was now on Y/N, unsure as to what to say to her, if anything.

“She has a kitty!” Jas, or at least who Y/N assumed to be Jas, pointed towards Luna whose head had popped out from the jacket once the chatter had begun.

“She’s called Luna,” Y/N smiled brightly as she, once again, pet Luna. “You can pet her if you’d like!”

Jas seemed to ponder this for a moment, small fingers playing with the strands of her hair, “can I, Shane?”

“Sure, Jas. Just stay close, okay?”

The kitty owner smiled at their interaction, kneeling down to the ground so that the girl could have easier access to the kitten when she came over.

“Wow, she’s soft. Shane, feel!” Whilst her words were mostly directed towards the taller man, Y/N still felt slightly flattered at the compliment.

Shane, who was sporting his usual blue jacket, kneeled beside Jas, cautiously petting the cat with such care that it seemed like he feared he would break her.

The three of them remained on the ground for a few moments, Jas still as excited as before at the kitten, until an elderly man’s voice caught their attention.

“You must be Y/N,” he grinned. “I’m Lewis, mayor of this town. I see you’ve met Shane and Jas already.”

“I have, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N returned his friendly smile, shaking his outstretched hand with pleasure.

“Likewise. I suppose I should get you to your new house, hey?” Lewis chuckled, brown cap falling down his head slightly as he did so.

“I’d appreciate that,”

“Come on, Jas. We should let Lewis show this girl to her new house.” Shane gave Jas a small, almost unnoticeable, smile as they climbed back onto their feet. “Thank you,”

“They were nice,” Y/N commented as the two people from before left.

“They are. That’s Jas and Shane,” Lewis began speaking whilst leading Y/N towards her new home. “Jas is his goddaughter, very shy but talks a lot once she’s out of her shell. And Shane, well there’s more to him than meets the eye, but I’m sure you’ll figure that one out.”

The two of them walked in a comfortable chatter, occasionally being stopped by the townsfolk to either greet the new villager, or to say hi to Lewis who then introduced Y/N to them anyway. Everyone she had spoken to had seemed extremely kind, not having a single rude thing to say to either of them, some aweing at Luna who was now hidden inside the jacket, fast asleep from the long journey.

“Here we are!”

The house in front of her was small, but it was cute and big enough for herself and Luna. She knew that it only had a single bedroom, something that was to be expected considering her situation. The place seemed as though it had been deep cleaned recently, which was likely.

“It’s pretty, I like it.”

Lewis let out a soft hum, handing her the keys to her new place, “I’m glad! I’ll leave you to get settled in! You should try and meet some people tomorrow, everyone here is friendly; I’m sure you’ll get along well with them all.”

“Thank you, Lewis,”

“Anytime!”

The house was cosier than she had expected.

The fireplace was already lit, filling the entire place with warmth during the cold weather. In front of the fireplace stood a couch, placed just on top of a blush rug which Luna gladly hopped onto, curling up into a ball, enjoying the fires heat.

“Get some sleep, Luna.”

The kitchen was neatly laid out. Everything was pressed together whilst still maintaining the comfortable feeling of the house. It was clear that this place was cheap. She couldn’t complain, it was perfect for her; away from her old life, tiny yet comfortable, everything about this place screamed ‘perfect’.

The bedroom was larger than expected, a double bed seated in the middle of the room with a cabinet placed at the end of the frame. Other than that, the place was ready for her to make it her own.

Ditching her suitcase on top of the duvet, Y/N grabbed her shower supplies along with some night clothes and headed towards her new bathroom.

“Here’s to a new life,”

Early the following morning Y/N rose to the sounds of birds chirping.

Luna was laid asleep beside her, snuggling into the duvet alongside her owner who was doing the exact same. The unexpected noise didn’t startle her, it simply confused her. Having forgot where she was, Y/N was incredibly confused as to why birds were singing in a dull city.

“Wait,” her voice croaked. “We’re in Pelican Town.”

The sound of her owners’ voice seemed to wake Luna from her own slumber, tongue sticking out to lick the human before cuddling into her warmth, the duvet seemingly not as comfortable as her favourite person.

A silent giggle left Y/N’s lips at the kitten’s actions, hands raising from the cover to stroke the dark fur which Luna seemed to enjoy judging by the soft exhale that she let out, something that simply made Y/N continue her actions.

“Morning you little rascal,”

The two lay in bed for a few more moments, the clock soon hitting 7:00 which was when Y/N decided she should, most likely, get ready for the day having planned to go around town and meet some of the others that live here.

As though she sensed the sudden idea to get out of bed, Luna snuggled further into Y/N as silent plea not to leave just yet; to stay and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the creaky oak bed.

“I know you want me to stay, but I need to meet people,” a soft sigh escaped her lips as she spoke. “I promise I’ll bring back some treats, okay?”

The mention of treats alongside a promise seemed to be all the motivation that Luna needed to get up. Her small frame raised itself up from the warm sheets, dropping herself onto the floor with a soft thud, something that earned a giggle from the human.

“Come on, let me get ready then you can have some treats.”

“Be good for me, okay Luna?” Were her final words as Y/N left her new home, locking the door behind her.

The ground was layered with autumn-coloured leaves, the sound of them crunching beneath people’s feet being oddly satisfying to those hearing it. The wind blew threw Y/N’s Y/H/C locks, tossing them into her face which caused an annoyed from to coat her lips as she tugged the strands away, back to their original place.

In the distance, a large building could be seen with a sign that simply read ‘Pierres’ above it. Deciding to head there first in search of treats, Y/N took off with a newfound spring in her step. It wasn’t everyday you get to have a new start in a new town now, is it? A chance to be who she wants to be, without anyone saying otherwise; it was perfect.

“Welcome, you must be new here!” A polite man with glasses greeted from behind the counter. “I’m Pierre, owner of the shop. This is my daughter, Abigail,”

“Hey,”

“Please feel free to have a look for anything you need.” Pierre finished once Abigail had also greeted the newcomer, pointing around at various displays and their signs.

“Thank you,” Y/N gave them both a polite smile, immediately heading towards the pet aisle.

“What’re you looking for?” A soft voice startled her, pulling her away from her search for treats. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Abigail,” The purple-haired girl, now known as Abigail, introduced herself.

“I’m Y/N. I’m just looking for treats for my cat, Luna, I promised I’d bring her some back.” A blush crawled onto her cheeks, embarrassed at admitting how she talks to her cat as though she was a human, despite knowing many do it.

“I’m sure she’s sweet. The treats are just down here!” Abigail said with a smile, the two of them walking down towards the end of the aisle, determined to find Luna some treats. “I always wanted a cat, my dad would never let us though. Shame really.”

“Cats are great, they can be a pain sometimes though,”

“I’m sure they can.”

It wasn’t long until they finally found what they were searching for, Y/N quickly choosing a pack of treats she was sure Luna would like judging by the flavour; all the items in the store being homemade meant she couldn’t get anything that she would usually buy, not that she was complaining,

“If you ever want to come hang out, I’m usually around here somewhere,” with one final smile, Abigail was heading back to her previous place when Y/N had first entered the store.

After paying for her items, Y/N left with one final waves to Abigail.

One long walk later, Y/N somehow found herself seated inside the local saloon with her new friend Abigail who had looked for her, inviting her for a drink with herself and a few other of her friends which they were currently waiting for.

“So, Y/N/N,” the use of the nickname made the named blush. “What made you move to a town like this?”

The question made her freeze, drink still raised slightly to her lips; she was certain that the shock was evident on her face.

Having not had time to come up with a perfectly constructed lie, Y/N simply said the first thing to come to mind, “new start I guess.”

“Makes sense. A nice quiet place where nobody knows you, I wish I were able to do that,”

An internal sigh of relief formed inside Y/N’s mind, relieved to have gotten away with such a short and simple answer; it was something she wasn’t used to. In fact, being able to get away with anything was a miracle in itself.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to someday,”

“I have some good friend, but sometimes I want something new, you know?”

Y/N gave a simple nod, completely understanding what she meant.

The saloons comforting warmth floated throughout the room, the background noise being ignored as the two continued to chatter about anything and everything, Y/N blissfully unaware of the gaze of another drinker fixated on her and her friends.

A banging head was what Y/N awoke to the following morning, only made worse by the ringing of her alarm clock which she switched off, a disgruntled groan leaving her lips and she did so. The noise simply made the pain in her head worse, a sigh sounding from her once she realised this. The sun shining through the open window also added to the pain.

Luna meowed from beside her, placing her paw on her owner’s face in an attempt of waking her.

“Sorry,” she apologised to the cat. “Want feeding?”

Feet padding across the cold wooden floor, Y/N headed towards the kitchen, both to take some painkillers and to feed Luna.

A smile crawled across her face as Luna sat at her feet, desperate for her food. Chuckling once Luna darted for the food, Y/N decided to finally get some painkillers to ease the banging pain in her head.

The wooden cabinet stood high in the air, too high for the girl to reach.

“Are you kidding me?” She sighed, attempting to jump to the height of the shelf. “I just want some painkillers,”

It took a few minutes for her to finally give up, a sound of defeat echoing throughout the room. Unfortunately, there was only one chair currently and it was plastic, no way anybody could stand on it without it breaking in two. So there was only one option: give up and suffer, at least until she was able to get some.

“Maybe Pierre’s sells some,”

It was a simple decision, her only idea as a matter of fact, and so she decided to head to Pierre’s and hopefully she’d bump into Abigail.

The autumn air was chilly yet still retained some type of warmth within. The leaves were, once again, coating the ground with their coloured patterns, blowing away on an adventure throughout the town. Despite the temperature being colder than she would have perhaps liked, Y/N pressed on, desperately praying that the fresh air would provide, at least some, relief to her head.

“Morning, Y/N,” Abigail smiled upon seeing her enter, evidently not as hung over as she was or maybe she just had painkillers, who knows?

“Hi,”

“You look hung over,”

“I am,”

The two continued to talk whilst searching for something to ease the pain.

“I hate to say this, but I think you’ll have to try Joja Mart,” Abigail sighed. “It’s up the road, just past the blacksmiths, you can’t miss it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N gave one last smile as she left, ready to continue her search for what she needed.

Joja Mart was just what she was expecting, bold and flashy; everything she hated. Perhaps the hate stemmed from working for companies similar to this, or maybe she had always hated bold and flashy things, perhaps a mixture of the two. Either way, she had no choice but to go inside and find her painkillers.

The inside of the building was just as bad. Spotless and bright with posters plastered all over the walls advertising their own business, despite the customers having been inside their shop already. It was strange to say the least.

Y/N wandered the aisles of the store, searching high and low for any sign of painkillers; sadly, there were none. At least, not until she reached a shelf in the middle of the store that seemed to hold painkillers. Unfortunately for her, somebody was blocking the shelf.

“Excuse me,” her voice was meek. “Could I get some painkillers please?” Despite her pain, Y/N still mustered up a smile for the man, hoping to ease the clear annoyance on his face.

Wordlessly, the worker grabbed a box for her and gave her it before turning his attention back to stacking the shelves.

“Thank you,”

Swallowing the pills with a sip of water, Y/N was looking forward to feeling better again.

It was always fun drinking with friends, but the aftermath was not so fun. Despite all this, it was still worth it, at least in her opinion. Spending time with Abigail, Sebastian and the others of their crew was enjoyable, and it was fun to finally be able to let go and be who she wanted to be, who she is, with other people around her. She had thoroughly enjoyed doing so.

It was nearing late afternoon, the sky darkening and the moon replacing the sun that once sat high in the sky. The masses of people around Pelican Town had faded, leaving only a few lone wanderers to explore the territory; quiet and beautiful.

Deciding to remain outside instead of heading home, Y/N wandered to a place she had found yesterday with her friends.

The bridge was long, holding itself above the water with various wooden pillars below the surface. The water itself was a calming blue, moving steadily down the river, moonlight reflecting from the waves.

A content smile crawled onto Y/N’s lips as she took a seat at the end of the bridge, placing her shoes that she had removed whilst walking here on the ground beside her whilst dipping her, now bare, feet into the warmth of the water.

Time passed, the only reason she knew this was having watched sky darken further until it was a deep shade of blue, bordering on black.

“Hey!” A woman’s voice sounded behind her. “You look like you could use a drink, I’m Pam, and this is Shane.”

Looking behind her revealed both a man and a woman.

The woman was shorter than the man, whom she recognised from when she arrived at the bus stop, with short curly hair and a slightly distorted facial expression which Y/N assumed was caused by alcohol.

Shane looked the same as he was her first day there, blue jacket and green t-shirt keeping him warm and the tiniest bit of stubble covering his chin. He seemed slightly unhappy to be here, even more so when Pam flopped down beside Y/N, dragging Shane with her as she offered them both a drink.

“No thank you,” she politely declined the drink that was held out to her.

“More for me then, kid,” Pam’s voice was slurred, the stench of alcohol leaving her open mouth as she spoke. “What brings you here anyway? I know you’re new around here,”

The same question Abigail asked yesterday, why did everyone seem so intrigued by her sudden appearance? Then again, it’s not like you get many new faces in this town from what she had both seen and heard.

Shane’s attention seemed to be caught by this question, ears wide open to hear her answer but gaze fixated on the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Uhm- “hesitation was evident in her tone, something that only piqued the man’s interest. “I needed a new start.” It wasn’t entirely a lie; a new start was desperately needed for her. “Personal stuff I suppose,” she giggled nervously, running her hand through the warm water.

“Sounds about right, hey Shane?”

Shane wordlessly nodded, raising his beer to his lips to take a sip.

The three of them sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional sound if wind blowing through and the clanking of beer hitting wood being the only sounds that could be heard between them. None of them knew how much time had passed, only that it was nearing midnight.

“I should probably get home; my cat will be hungry.” Y/N sighed, lifting her feet from the water and putting her shoes back on.

“Be a darling Shane and walk her home,” Pam smiled at him, chuckling as Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance yet no remarks left his lips, simply standing up alongside Y/N.

“Come on,” Shane muttered, walking down the bridge with Y/N following quickly behind.

The short walk back home was quiet, Shane ignoring her attempts at making conversation, disregarding them along with a rude comment. It’s not that he wanted to be rude to her, she seemed lovely, but he had to.

His behaviour was confusing to say the least, leaving Y/N worried that she had done something wrong. This thought was clearly written on her face, almost making Shane apologise to her, feeling bad for making her doubt herself but alas he didn’t.

“Uhm- thanks Shane,” despite his rude behaviour towards her, she still offered him a smile. “I appreciate it.” And with that, she headed inside her house.

“Yeah, no problem,” Shane whispered once the door had shut behind her.

A few weeks had passed, and Y/N was getting along with most of Pelican Towns residents, especially Abigail and Sebastian who she would definitely say are her best friends with Penny being a close second.

Much to her disappointment, Shane was still quite rude towards her which sucked considering that she found him pretty cute.

“He’s like that with everyone he doesn’t know,” Abigail told her. “Don’t take it personally.”

“I guess,”

Despite all this, she was starting to feel safe and at home here in this small town. It was a small step towards her desired future, but it was one that she was proud of. Baby steps.

It was a quiet Saturday morning, Y/N on a usual morning walk to pick up some food for both herself and Luna. This was a routine for her, one she was used to by now. Less than a month ago she had found herself stuck doing everything for her mother, and now everything she did was for herself and her cat, just the way she liked it.

“Morning, Shane,” Y/N gave the dark-haired man a soft smile, watching as he directed his gaze towards the ground.

“Will you just leave me alone,” he snapped, not enjoying the way her smile dropped slightly before swiftly changing back into a bigger one.

“Sure,”

Shane watched with slight guilt as the girl walked away from him, desperately trying not to let his words get to her.

He knew she was nice. She had helped Jas and Marnie quite a bit in her first few weeks here, but he couldn’t let her get close to him. He didn’t want to ruin her innocence and kindness with his harsh and troubled personality, no matter how much he wanted to talk to her.

He couldn’t apologise.

More time passed and Shane found himself missing his, albeit small, interactions with Y/N. Instead of wishing him a good morning, she simply ignored him, staying true to her agreement of leaving him alone.

He would watch out for her of course, silently praying that she would say something, anything, to him so that he could politely reply to her. Nothing was said, not to him at least.

The small smiles and touches she shared with Sebastian at the Saloon irked him for some unknown reason. Shane hated the way Sebastian’s hand brushed hers as he handed her the drink that he had just bought her. The mere sight of Y/N and Sebastian together was enough to ruin Shane’s mood for the rest of the day, especially when they were alone together. It was clear Sebastian liked her as more than a friend, but the question was, why did Shane care so much?

The dark nights sky hung high above Y/N, the moon shining brightly alongside it to provide at least some light to anyone who may be out this late. It was a relatively clear night, not many stars littering the sky.

She had skipped meeting up with Abigail and Sebastian to instead sit alone, dipping her feet into the water much like she had done a few weeks before.

She was too deep in her thoughts, that she missed the sound of somebody walking down to sit beside her. It wasn’t until they were sat next to her, that she realised.

“Y/N,” they said.

“I thought you didn’t want me to talk to you, Shane.”

Her words made Shane wince. Despite the words seeming harsh, there was no harshness in her voice.

He hesitated for a moment, before doing what needs to be done.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that to you, you were only being kind. There was no reason for me to be so rude, so I apologise.” His own words made him feel uncomfortable, not used to apologising like this.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re scared of getting close to people, so you push them away,”

Shanes eyes widened at how accurate her deduction on him was; he didn’t know what to say in response.

“I-“

“You don’t have to say anything, Shane. It’s fine, I forgive you.”

Sincerity laced her tone, words being completely truthful. He didn’t know what to do, so instead he watched her. Her gaze was fixated on the night sky, feet gliding through the clear blue water. She looked truly beautiful.

That’s when it clicked inside his head: he likes her.

“I should get going, it’s late.”

Shane watched as she lifted herself up onto her feet, picking up her shoes soon after.

“Wait,” he called when she began to leave. “Let me walk you home?”

And that was how their friendship began.

The pair would greet each other each morning, meeting up in the morning to walk together, Shane going to work and Y/N going for her daily walk. In fact, that’s where they were now.

“It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it?” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around her bare arms in a vain attempt to avoid the cold winter air.

Shane glanced at her cold frame, shaking his head slightly. “Should’ve worn some clothes then, shouldn’t you?” His words were clearly a joke whilst he laughed, slipping off the blue jacket covering his own arms, gently placing it around her.

The jacket itself was too big for her. The sleeves fell below her hands and the body buried her body; it was comfy.

“T-thanks,” Y/N smiled, praying that the cold weather had made her cheeks red, hiding the blush that had just formed.

“Don’t mention it,” Shane was praying the exact same thing. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket anyway?”

“I uhm-“unsure as to what to say, Y/N glanced down at the ground, silence filling the air whilst she fiddled with the sleeves on Shane’s jacket.

“Hey, what’s up?” Shane halted his movement, noticing that Y/N had done the exact same.

Nervously, he walked towards her until he was stood in front of her. She remained still. Shaking his head slightly, Shane raised his hand to her chin, tilting her head to face him. “What is it?”

“I’m not supposed to wear them in winter,” her words were rushed as she immediately tried to turn away from his concerned gaze, but to no avail.

“Why?”

“M-my mum told me not to,”

Shane’s eyes widened at her words, finger unconsciously running across her red cheeks. He had no idea what to say to her, no idea how to comfort her; it was clear that she was getting upset. So he did the only thing he could think of and enveloped her in a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head, enjoying the way her arms wrapped around his body whilst her head rested against his chest. His hand moved from her back to her hair, wordlessly stroking to hopefully provide some comfort.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, both just enjoying the others touch.

“You should get to work,” Y/N said, pulling away from his embrace. “You’re probably already late.”

“Being late is worth it as long as you’re okay,”

“Hey, Y/N/N!” Sebastian yelled as he saw Y/N outside Pierre’s, looking at the calendar.

“Hey, Seb,” she smiled sweetly towards the man who gladly returned it. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going,” he chuckled. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something!” Despite his attempts at seemingly calm, it was clear that he was nervous.

“Oh? What’s up?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go on a date? … With me…”

Surprise covered Y/N’s face, unsure as to how to react.

Sure, he was nice, but she didn’t like him, not like that.

“I, uh-“her sentence was cut short by another man behind her, someone who had clearly heard the question.

“Let’s go, Y/N,”

“Shane?”

Y/N felt Shane’s hand grasp her arm, the gentleness of the grip contrasting the dark look on his face.

“I-okay?”

And with that, the pair left a confused Sebastian behind.

“Shane, are you okay?” Y/N asked once the two were alone. “You’re kind of scaring me,” her hand reached out to Shane, resting itself on his arm.

“Do you like him?” His voice was merely a whisper, gazing at the ground as though he was too afraid to look at her.

“Well yeah, he’s my friend so of course I like him,”

“No, do you like him?”

“Shane? No, I don’t. I like y-“ Y/N’s eyes widened at her words, realising that she had almost confessed to her crush without thinking. “No, I don’t like Sebastian.”

Shane’s eyes glanced towards her, noticing her blushing cheeks.

She was still wearing his jacket; he could feel the sleeve on his bare arm as he melted into her touch. She looked adorable.

“Good,” Shane sighed, stepping closer to Y/N who was simply confused. “Because then we might have a problem,” his hand rested itself on her blushing cheek which darkened further at the contact.

“What do you mean?” It was her time to avoid looking at him, hoping that the blush wouldn’t get any worse. “I mean, it’s not like we’re anything, so why would we have a problem?”

“Because I like you,”

Y/N’s eyes widened at his confession, gaze darting up to the taller man. “You what?”

“I like you, okay? I have for a while now. If you don’t feel the same, just say and I won’t bother you again.”

Y/N stared wordlessly, unsure of what to say to him.

“Got it, I’ll leave you alone,” Shane’s hand dropped from her cheek to his side, slowly walking away.

“Shane,” she called out to him, only to be ignored. “Shane!” This time she ran towards him, taking hold of his hand to spin him around, lifting herself up to his height to connect their lips.

Her spare hand reached up to his neck, pulling him down to her. The faint taste of beer could be tasted on his chapped lips. Shane’s own hand moved to her cheek, melting into the kiss.

“I like you too,” she whispered against his lips once they pulled away.

Shane simply kissed her again.

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chapter 8

I woke up with the sunlight in my eyes that was shining through from the window that my roommates had conveniently left open. I haven't really gotten to know them all that well, and they haven't made any effort to get to know me either, which I was kind of glad about, I didn't really think I would get along with them, but they were nice. We have spoken a few times but only when we first met and when necessary. I sat up out of my bed and looked at my clock on my nightstand, 6:45am as usual. My body had kind of gotten used to my schedule.

I got out of bed and took a quick shower and got dressed, waved my wand to dry my hair, and applied some makeup. I put on my robes and grabbed my bag, tucking my wand into my skirt. I headed down to the Gryffindor dorms to wait outside the common room for Hermione, we would always walk to breakfast together and meet up with the boys there. I stood against the wall checking my watch to see it was already 7:30 and Hermione still hadn't come out yet. Just then Harry and Ron came walking out. "Hey guys where Hermione?" I asked, tapping Harry's arm. "Oh she uh went to the library to study this morning" Harry responded smiling. "Oh yeah she told me to tell you that, sorry" Ron apologized. "Oh that's ok no worries i'll just go meet up with her."

I walked into the library and found Hermione at a table and plopped down in the chair across from her. "Hey, why are you here so early?" I asked, getting some books out, figuring I'd study with her. "I was busy yesterday and I forgot to do Snape's essay." she said as she continued writing. "Holy crap! I totally forgot too" I said, hurrying to get the paper and my potions book out. "How was your detention with him?" she asked not looking up from her essay, wow she's very good at multitasking. "Oh yeah I actually wanted to talk to you about that, so he made me do some basic tasks, but I got the balls to ask him for extra help." she looked up at me with a shocked face "Yup, and we made a deal, he will help me during lunch and after dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays in exchange for helping him grade papers and doing any cleaning around the classroom." I said smiling. "Wow he really cheated you" she said laughing and returning to her essay. "Yeah it's a bit much but i'll do anything for the extra help" I said beginning to work on my own essay. By the time it was 1st period I had only finished half of it and I knew I wasn't gonna have any more chances to finish. So it was just gonna need to be turned in half way done, it's better than late in Snape's eyes.

I finished Lunch and headed to DADA, definitely not looking forward to dealing with Lockhart. He definitely was favoring me in his class, and I really didn't know why, I was guessing it's because I was Dumbledore's goddaughter and he wanted to be in his good graces, so I just ignored him when I could. I walked into class and sat in my usual spot next to Harry and Ron awaiting Lockharts instructions. "Ok class today we will be working on the Petrificus Totalus spell, It's rather simple and can be found on page 15 of your textbooks, does anyone know what this spell can do?" he asked looking around the room, Harry slowly raised his hand. "Mr. Potter" "Um I believe it can temporarily freeze someone's body." he said unsure. "Yes, very good!" I nudged Harry's arm and smiled at him mouthing 'good job'. "Now for this you will be needing partners so pair up!" He said smiling and waiting. Everyone scrambled around the room and Harry, Ron, and I just looked at each other not knowing what to do. "Who should we pair up with?" Ron asked worried "I don't want to get stuck with someone I don't like" he added looking fearfully around the room. "Ms. L/n!" I heard Lockhart say and I turned to him raising my brow in question. "Why don't we pair up and I can show a demonstration to the class hmm?" he asked. I looked back at Harry and Ron and they gave me apologetic looks. "Ok sure" I said walking over to him. "Ok class now that everyone has a partner Ms. L/n has volunteered to allow me to demonstrate on her." wait what?! I thought, my eyes widening.

I'm the student shouldn't I be the one that needs to be practicing on you? And I did NOT volunteer, I thought to myself. "Now watch closely, y/n, darling, face me." he said, I had to keep from vomiting at the pet name he used. I turned to face him and stood there awkwardly. He raised his wand and winked at me, I cringed and got ready. "Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled, and sure enough I couldn't move and I fell directly back on the floor. I could look around but no matter what couldn't move a muscle. The class clapped and cheered for him and I could tell he was drinking it up. "Ok class now you try with your partners and take turns!" he said as they scrambled to try it themselves. Uh helloooo? Are you gonna unfreeze me? I thought as I made eye contact with him from the ground. He looked at me and smiled and then looked at the students and then back at me. He walked closer, leaning over me and I grew a bit scared but mostly angry he was keeping me in this state. "You did excellent, I could almost keep you like this, to set a good example to my other classes of course." he said retaining eye contact, he was like one foot away which was not enough personal space for my liking. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Harry freezing Ron and smiling, he then looked my way and saw my eyes looking for assistance from the floor. He did a wait sign to Ron and spoke up rather loudly, "Um Professor how do we undo the spell?" he asked, even though I know he knows it's in the book, we also both knew Lockhart would take any chance to speak and be the center of attention. He stepped away from me and looked in Harry's direction. "Ahh yes Mr. Potter excellent question, you can either use the counter spell Finite or Reparifors" he said smiling.

Great so demonstrate that and get me off the fucking floor! Instead he acted as if he simply forgot I was still on the floor and walked to help other students. I heard Harry speak the counter spell and unfreeze Ron and then he walked over to me. He smiled over me "Need some help there?" he said, teasing me "Reparifors!" he whispered and suddenly I was able to move again, he held out his hand to help me off the floor and I got up to brush myself off. "Thank you so much that was awful" I said smiling at him. "Mr. Potter! Get back to your partner, I did not give you permission to cast spells on every single student!" Lockhart said storming over to Harry and I. "I'm sorry Professor you forg-" "Petrificus Totalus!" I said interrupting Harry, my wand aimed at Lockhart. He froze up and fell to the ground and the class all looked over and laughed a bit, except for some of the girls who thought I was being disrespectful. "Nice." Harry said high fiving me. Just then the bell rang and everyone quickly filed out of the room.

I walked over to Lockhart and stood over him just as he did me. "Sorry for the shock Professor, but I needed to practice before class was over, since I spent most of it on the floor." I said with a sarcastic smirk. I went to my table and collected my things and walked back over to him. I murmured the counter spell and he quickly got up off the floor. "Who do you think you are?! You can not just hex teachers at your leisure!" I just stood with a tired look on my face. "Well I would suppose that would go the same for students! Now if you'll excuse me I need to get to potions!" I said aggravated and began to walk out. "Not so fast Y/n. Detention with me tomorrow afternoon at 7:00!" he yelled. I stopped and looked at him. "You can't do that!" "I just did, now get out, I'll see you tomorrow!"

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Ordinary

Wanda x reader x Steve x Bucky

Simplicity. Ordinary. Normalcy. Three words that many people found dull. Found boring and undesirable, but not the Avengers. Many of them longed for nothing more. For some, they found it. Found partners willing to stay with them as they fought for the world.

Steve, Wanda and Bucky had found this happiness with each other. Of course, it helped they all fought together, but that was only one aspect that connected the three together. For a while, everything had been good. Everything had been perfect until the snap.

Steve had watched that day as both his partners dusted away and he could do nothing to stop it. He’d been unable to save the two or fix anything for five long years.

Until, Scott Lang reappeared. It was because of him they had a chance. There had been a few close calls during the final battle with Thanos. For a minute, Steve had truly believed it was all over and that the snap had not worked. He was proven wrong as behind him portals opened and the friends, he’s lost reappeared.

When Wanda and Bucky came back.

Natasha had almost been lost. Tony had almost been lost. It was only with the return of the soul stone Natasha was saved. It was only with Strange’s help that Tony had survived.

After his brush with death, Tony had invited all the living Avengers and friends to his home the next week, in typical Tony fashion to celebrate.

It was that night the three had met, Y/N L/N. Tony’s friend of years and his daughter’s godmother. She immediately came off as an inviting and warm person. She was very kind an open with people and that as what drew the recently reunited throuple to her.

They found themselves being around her a lot in the next few months. It was after a long conversation between the three, four months later, that they all spoke of their growing feelings for Y/N. And it was the month after that, that three of them finally asked her out for coffee.

Here they were a year later, all together, all happy. The three were still avenging but they always came back to Y/N who was always waiting for them at home. Arms open, smile etched upon her face. Y/N was their normalcy and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

“We’ll be back soon. It’s only supposed to be a check in on everyone and their status’s.” Steve assured you.

“Steve, Tony and Pepper are going away for a week. Morgan will still be here when you get back.” You said, handing him his jacket.

“Is he still worrying he’ll miss Morgan?” Bucky asked as he walked in hand-in-hand with Wanda.

“It’s Stevie. Of course, he’s still worrying.” You smiled as Steve pouted. “But we love you for it, hon.” You added, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t run out of the meeting early.” Wanda promised you, stepping towards you. “And we’ll pick up something for lunch.” She said, kissing your cheek and grabbing a jacket off the hook.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” You smiled, giving her a kiss. “Now go. You’re going to be late for your meeting.”

“Alright, we’ll be back.” Bucky said, pushing the other two out the door. “Love you, doll.” Stepping out onto the porch you waved at the three

“Love you too Buck. Love you Steve. Love you Wanda.” You waved. “Wait, Wanda is that my jacket?” You called. Wanda smiled at you before quickly getting into the car, shaking your head you went back inside and prepared for your goddaughter’s arrival.

Non-reader POV

“That meeting took far too long.” Steve complained as he walked out of the building with Wanda and Bucky.

“Steve, Y/N knows how to take care of the kid.” Bucky said. “We’ve all looked after her before, you cannot be this panicked about watching her for a week.”

“I’m not worried about watching Morgan.” Steve said as they got into the car, Steve behind the wheel. “I love the kid, but we’ve never watched her for a week. We barely watch her longer than a night.”

“That’s not what this is really about.” Wanda sing songed from the back seat.

“Wanda.” Steve whined, eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “You can’t just read my mind like that.”

“I can when you’re hiding something from us.” She shrugged. “And you don’t need to worry about it. We all see it as a future. Trust me, it’s crossed all our minds before and we’ll be great at it.”

“Do I get to know the secret?” Bucky questioned, looking between the two. Wanda stared Steve down intently never breaking her gaze until he sighed and nodded.

“Stevie wants to have a family with the three of us but scared if he can’t look after Morgan for a week, he’s going to be a bad father.” Wanda told the man. “He’s scared he’s going to be his father.” She added, shaking his head.

“Steven Grant Rogers, I am going to say this once, you are not your father. Your father was a piece of shit, is a piece of shit, and there is no universe where you are in any way that man. You are the kindest, most loyal, loving, gentle man that’s ever walked this Earth.” Bucky told him, his eyes narrowing at the mention of Joseph Rogers. “Me, Wanda, Y/N, we all love you. There has never been, and never will be, a point where any of us are scared of you. Do you understand me?” He added, resting his hand on Steve’s knee.

“I understand.” Steve nodded slowly.

“When the day comes, you are going to be a great father Steve.” Wanda smiled, leaning forward and resting her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. “I promise.”

“Thank you.” Steve whispered, briefly taking his eyes of the road. “I love you two.”

“We love you too.” Wanda said, kissing the side of Steve’s head before leaning back.

“Now, rewinding the conversation. Do you already want kids, punk?” Bucky teased him, poking him in the side.

“Yeah. Yeah I do.” Steve murmured over Wanda’s giggles and Bucky’s chuckles.

The three pulled up home an hour later, boxes of pizza in hand. Wanda picked up Poe as they entered the house, Bucky heading to the kitchen and Steve towards the living room. Steve was about to call out a greeting when he stopped in the doorframe. He smiled at the sight before him.

The T.V. was running the credits to a Disney movie and before the T.V., resting on the couch was Y/N and Morgan fast asleep. Morgan was curled into Y/N’s side, who had an arm wrapped protectively around the girl.

“I’ll take Y/N to bed if you take Morgan to the guest room.” Buck whispered, causing Steve to jump in surprise. Steve nodded at his boyfriend before moving forward and gently picking up the girl bridal style.

Steve carefully set Morgan down onto the bed, tucked her in and then turned to leave. He was about to close the door when he heard,

“Love you Uncle Steve.”

“Love you too kiddo.” Steve responded after a minute.

“Y/N is still fast asleep.” Wanda said as he entered the bathroom. “So we’ll set some lunch aside for her and Morgan.” She told him as he sat and Raven jumped into his lap.

“You okay, punk?” Bucky questioned him.

“Never better.” Steve answered honestly, smile still gracing his face.

Non-reader POV

“Why did these assholes have to come back?” Bucky grumbled, leaning against the wall of the jet. “They couldn’t just stay piles of ash?”

“The world doesn’t work fairly, Buck.” Wanda said, sitting next to him.

“You’re telling me.” Bucky snorted, wrapping his arm around Wanda’s shoulders. “I was happily asleep next to my favourite people before this.”

“You’re not complaining about anything we don’t know, Buck.” Steve chuckled, sitting on Wanda’s other side. “You’ve been saying it all day.”

“That’s because I’m annoyed.” The brunette sighed, running a hand down his face. “We had to leave Y/N in bed.”

“I know you just wanted a lazy day at home, Buck, but sometimes we’re needed.” Steve reminded him, reaching over and taking his hand in his.

“We’re needed because these assholes couldn’t just stay dead.” Bucky grumbled.

“Alright you two, knock it off.” Wanda sighed, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “We’re all a bit tense. None of us slept well, we’re all tired, and we all want to be home. There’s no reason to start a fight.”

“Sorry, Wanda.” The boys murmured, having the decency to look somewhat guilty.

“It’s alright.” She said, resting her head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m tired too. Should we call Y/N to tell her we’re coming back?”

“No, it’s about three back home. We shouldn’t wake her.” Steve shook his head, resting his head on the wall.

“We should get some sleep.” Bucky mentioned. “We’ve got plenty of time before we get back home.” He added, pulling Wanda closer. With a bit of arrangement, the three finally managed to find a comfortable position and they all lay on the bench. Each attempting to sleep away the mission.

Reader POV

“Shh.” You hushed the alarm as it continued to blare. “Okay fine I’m awake, are you happy now?” You grumbled at the blinking alarm.

Sitting up in bed, a small part of you felt worried that none of your partners had come back yet. They’d left yesterday morning with the promise it was going to be a quick mission but something could easily go wrong.

With a sigh you got out of bed and padded your way into your brightly lit kitchen. Two black cats immediately curled around your ankles as they spotted your presence.

“Well good morning to you too.” You greeted the cats. “Are two hungry? I never would have guessed.” You snarked, opening a tin of food for the two small cats to share.

With the two cats fed you moved onto making yourself some breakfast. You were in the middle of making some pancake batter when you heard a loud crash from the front of the house. A sigh escaped your lips as you noticed the cats missing.

“Poe? Raven? What did you break?” You yelled as you moved towards the noise. “I knew I should have listened to Steve and brought a plastic vase.”

“It’s nice to hear you say I was right.” Steve said, making you gasp. There before you stood all the of your partners, each looking tired and beat but with a smile on their faces.

“Oh thank Chuck.” You breathed before rushing over and throwing your arms around the closest to you.

“It’s nice to see you too, kitten.” Wanda chuckled as she wrapped her arms around your waist. Wanda didn’t get to say another word as you smashed her lips to yours and kissed her deeply. Pulling away from the woman you quickly repeated your actions to the blonde and brunette respectively.

“What a way to be welcomed home.” Bucky grinned sleepily.

“I can make it even better.” You promised, brushing hair off his face. “Why don’t the three of you go get comfy in the bedroom and I’ll bring in some breakfast.”

“Chocolate chip?” Wanda questioned you.

“Of course.” You smiled, taking Wanda’s hand in your own. “Now go, clean up, get comfortable. I’ll be in in a minute with breakfast and a surprise.”

You pushed the three towards the bedroom before returning to the kitchen. You quickly made a large stack of the chocolaty breakfast food and collected what you needed on a tray before bringing it into the bedroom.

You didn’t make it past the threshold as you stopped suddenly, a smile spread across your face. All three of your partners lay sprawled across your shared bed, none of them fully changed out of their uniforms and none of them laying correctly.

You set the tray down on one of the dressers before moving over to the three. Carefully you began to rearrange them all into somewhat comfortable positions. As you pulled the blanket over your exhausted loves you gently ghosted a kiss onto them all before grabbing a plate and taking your leave.

“I’ll tell them later.” You whispered to yourself as you sat down at the kitchen table. “We’ll tell them later.” You said, finger tips grazing over your still flat stomach.

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redbirdbella · 3 years

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@clintasha-week advent calendar day 25 - holidays

No hate against quiet celebrations of christmas i just really want to write a found family fic. My last advent calendar day!!!

The Invitation arrives mid-November.

You are cordially invited to Morgan Starks first Christmas. The 23rd to the 27th of December.

Great. Just great. It's a little too early for Christmas but either Peppers excellent organisational skills or Tony's excitement had got the better of one of them. She should reply, she really should, she loves her little goddaughter. But Christmas has always been a quiet affair, a lazy day between her and Clint. One where she didn't have to walk around with her guards up, ready for anything. She pins the invitation to her notice board and mentally makes a note to reply, once she's made a decision.

Then HYDRA rears their ugly head and Christmas becomes more of an afterthought. Its Clint who gives her the nudge she needs.

"So what's the plan for Christmas?"

Natasha shrugs "It's Morgan's first Christmas"

"Yeah, I know. That normally happens once someone's had a baby"

"I'd like to be there"

"Yeah?" Clint asks smile rising to his cheeks, "Pepper says it's just going to be low key. Just the Avengers, Bucky, Rhodey, Happy and Peter and his Aunt. We can bring Lucky. Leave early if it gets too much"

Natasha nods. That sounded - tolerable. "At least I won't have to cook"

It sounded simple. Just RSVP but nothing could ever be simple for Tony. There's even a freaking timetable for her to agree too.

They should arrive anytime on the 23rd but preferably in time for the adults-only party in the evening. The words PETER CAN ATTEND BUT WILL NOT BE SERVED ALCOHOL have been written in pen underneath. The 24th involves baking and board games and carol singing and a visit from Santa followed by a child-friendly fancy dress party in the evening. The 25th is Christmas. Presents encouraged, Pyjamas only. The 26th is an open house with exclusive invitations to those Tony deems worthy of paying homage to his baby daughter. She knows that Hills been invited so that'll be - nice.

They receive time off from SHIELD starting the 16th so there's a rush to get presents (I mean what do you get a billionaire and an 8-month-old?!) acceptable pyjamas and a fancy dress costume. Clint decides they should be pirates so he can master the eye patch ready to take over from Fury. Natasha leaves that to Clint using the time to buy her archer a few presents. A new lead for Lucky and a Tourist's guide to Budapest amongst other things. She spoils Morgan into a state of rotten worse than the back of Clint's fridge but it's worth it or it will be.

It's already by the 23rd. Just. She'd be lying if she wasn't still wrapping presents under Lucky's supervision in the back of the quin jet on the way over to Tony's Minnesota mansion. The sun is dipping as they arrive exchanging hugs and a quick squeeze with Morgan before she needs to go to bed. She's surprised to find she doesn't hate it. They give them space to settle into their rooms. Separate accommodation had been provided, but one instantly becomes a luggage storage facility. No one comments. It's nice even when Jarvis directs them down to the Outside barn for the party. It's smart casual, laid back and lit up with fairy lights and a moderate Tree in pride of place. Like someone had put real thought and care into who and what they were doing. Theirs an ice sculpture that's giving out some sort of non-alcoholic punch. A pool table, air hockey table and various amusements but it's the target practice area built into the corner with various weapons from axes to darts that they make a beeline too. Clint quickly claiming the bow. It's a nice icebreaker. Bucky and Clint hit it off occupying two of the lanes showing off to no one but each other, leaving Natasha and Steve to talk.

"Your Clint is good isn't he- there's not much between them. Your Clint. My Bucky" he's had a little to drink but Natasha doesn't care. They've earn't this.

"He's not my boyfriend"

"I know. You're just sweet on him and he's sweet on you. It's nice to see you both happy" Steve says knowingly.

That just about sums it up. She's sweet on him -for him. Just about him.

"Yeah, I'm just sweet on him" she nods.

"Good. Think he's got a fan" he says tipping his bottle towards the young Spiderman who Clint greets warmly.

Natasha smiles downing the rest of her drink in one "Ever thrown an axe before Cap?"

Slowly the numbers in the building rise until everyone's arrived and it's - nice. Really nice. Just a relaxed evening with people she considers friends. She doesn't think once about home or switch to the 5D chess or Machiavellian mind games. They all call it a night at 2 am for fear of waking Morgan but Tony assures them the Barn will be open to use thorough out the stay. Perfect.

Lucky wakes them early the next morning. Too early. but he still manages to drag them on a walk exploring the gardens of the house. It's beautiful even as the snow starts to fall driving Lucky crazy. Clint holds her hand once the mansions out if view. "Need to keep them warm or Morgan will scream the place down when hold her"

They walk until the winter sun rises enough to melt the snow clouds and return to the house Jarvis greeting them upon arrival. Apparently most of the house were in the kitchen baking- or at least attempting to. Only Rhodey seemed to be busy with a few saucepans. The pantry is well stocked though and Steves happy enough to try his hand at gingerbread to escape Bucky and Sam's endless bickering. Natashas just happy to hold the sleeping Morgan, Lucky laying on her lap as Pepper gives Clint the pantry tour. She can't escape the nagging worry that she's not worrying enough until Morgan wakes and stares longingly at the next Christmas tree of the Starks small forest. She gives her a tour and gets roped into help Clint with cookies when Morgan gets hungry and Clint forgets the correct conversion rate between metric and imperial. They're good though melting into her mouth as Clint offers her out a bite. She can feel eyes on them but she doesn't care. They don't care, she reasons or they'd have commented when they'd disappeared into the same bedroom the night before. The afternoon starts as planned with boardgames but quickly dissolves into chaos once it becomes clear that playing trivial pursuit with 3 geniuses, two people with somewhat blank memories of the past 60 years and a Norse god will simply end in tears. It moves to charades which Clint cheats at using ASL to end his torturous turns as soon as possible. Peter soon figures that out causing them to move swiftly onto Jenga the ultimate superhero lever. The games are long drawn out competitive things. It's taken more seriously than most of their missions Natasha notes with a grin. She melts into Steve's arms letting her whisper trash talk into her ear, maybe he's more fun than he first appears. It lasts until Morgan decides it shouldn't screeching and whimpering and demanding a nap. Ruining the quiet calm required for competitive Jenga. Slowly the party breaks away, Tony reminding them of the carols and Santa's visit promised later. Natasha promises to come only to see Morgan's reaction Clint had a $50 bet she'd cry at the sight of the new Intruder, presents be dammed. He's unfortunately right and it takes her through half of the carols (and some of those own songs that mention too much war to be specifically Yuletide) to settle into Pepper's arms before doing the tour of all her Uncles and Aunty's. She coos at Natasha obviously complaints about the new red intruder, but one tickle under her chin and she bursts into giggles.

"Your a natural" Pepper says with a smile, "Obviously her favourite"

Natasha savours the cuddles for a little longer before handing her back carefully removing her little hands from her curls.

"Thank you, Natalie, we are going to have a little nap ahead of the party tonight. Starts at seven. Back here, it's too cold for this little one in the barn. She'll want to see all the costumes hopefully you'll be much happier when it's all your friends dressed up, huh, baby" Pepper coos.

She whisks the little one away before the tears can flow once again leaving Natasha to care for her own needy creature who is just desperate for a walk.

Clint has laid out their costumes on the bed. The costumes are beautiful, Clints has a definite focus on his arms sleeved cut enough to draw attention to each muscle. The swords are surprisingly substantial.

"Mine from the circus"

"A pirate in the circus?!"

"A swordsman in a circus?"

He grins "exactly would you like to learn?"

She smiles picking one up and testing its weight. "I think I can figure it out. Most weapons are fairly intuitive"

"Ready then? Let's see if you can figure it out"

He meets her sword swinging it gently into hers. She grins and meets it using the motion to try and push him off balance. It's ineffective so he capitalises using the swing in her weight to knock her backwards on to the bed but he's too confident in knocking her down leaning too far forward that it would be rude not to bring him down with her.

"Hey" he grins, not exactly disappointed by his new position.

"Hi" She whispers standing up before the blush can rise to her cheeks "You'll have to bring these to SHIELD one day. Give me a proper lesson."

Clint agrees completing a quick change into his pirate costume. Natasha isn't one for fantasy but she can make one exception letting her mind wander.

"Your turn?" He says before putting on his boots.

She doesn't even need to question the sizing if anyone's Natashas body it's him. She changes quickly staring at her self in the mirror. What would madam say at this act of childishness dressing up for a child barely able to comprehend their presence let alone who they are dressing up as. Whatever she would say it doesn't matter Clint wraps his arms around her waist.

"This has been surprisingly Ok. Christmas with the family"

Natasha leans back into his arms "It's complicated, but I wouldn't want to be anywhere else"

"Welcome to Christmas" he laughs, "now I just need to get the mutt ready, You wanna be a pirate bud?"

Lucky complains about the pirate flag neckerchief until the fuss arrives at the party. Steve and Bucky and Sam have dressed in 1940s attire. Bruce in his lab coat and goggles. Thor surprisingly as a firefighter though Natasha isn't sure how he learnt about them but she's sure it's a long story. Rhodey as a member of top gun. Peter is some sort of star wars character Clint recognises on sight though the teenager seems more distracted by his Aunt and Happys couples costume. Tony and Pepper are attendees of Jurassic park the two scientists that become a couple if Natasha remembers the films. Morgan dressed in a dinosaur all in one.

"Oh, you are terrifying" Natasha coos offering her arms out for the little girl. She chirps and delightedly reaching for her hat.

Pepper hands her across returning to grown-up conversation with May and Happy.

Natasha let's her hold the hat bringing her to the sofa and to Lucky's waiting nose.

"Does she smell like dinosaur" Natasha coos letting Morgan pat at Lucky's ears. She manages to keep a hold of her goddaughter for most of the night but she has a curiosity for hats swapping quickly to gain a small collection. She falls asleep playing with Clint's buttons and that draws to a sudden close. Tony smiles that new smile he's developed just for his daughter and takes her into his arms.

"Jarvis will drop off breakfast in bed tomorrow if required. Presents opening at 10.30"

The rest of the evening is a timeless blur of a short walk for Lucky, Warm showers and bed before waking up in Clint's arms as Lucky nudges her arms. Apparently jet lag is harder to adapt to when you're a Canine.

"Merry Christmas Lucks" She whispers brushing her fingers through his hair. They're walking fifteen minutes later holding hands today simply out of habit. They discuss gifts and tell stories until they can no longer feel their fingers when they get back no matter how hard Clint holds her. The ice melts away as they eat breakfast, warm Pastries on a platter left by Jarvis dressed in her new pyjamas. It's a new sort of intimacy. Childlike and raw but it's not awkward. Not like she fears.

They give presents amongst friends when 10.30 rolls around. It's tolerable everyone opening presents at once no one needing to explain or pretend. She needs to work on her pretending, she decides as she opens present after present and finds herself liking most of the presents. It's easy to slip under the radar and just enjoy opening presents or watching others open they're own. Well, that is until Clint opens his tourist guide to Budapest his pointed look puncturing the mood until everyone's quiet.

"I know you've been meaning to visit," Natasha says with a grin.

"Yes, I've been told Budapest is very beautiful at Christmas time" Clint returns flicking through the book.

"Well?" Sam asks "is that it?"

"Thank you Natasha," Clint says with a nod when he reaches the back page.

"Fine keep your secrets" Sam mutter's returning to his own pile.

They settle in for Lunch and then nap in front of the fireplace after the queen's speech. Tony had indicated a childhood tradition enforced by his butler. She holds Morgan as they doze pulling the little one in close.

"So this is Christmas huh?"

#clintasha #clintasha advent 2020

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give-me-back-my-rhodey · 4 years

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Hungry Hungry Peter

A fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @foxes-and-arrows

Rating: Gen

Warnings: Starvation tw

Summary: Peter loves hanging out at the Tower, but no one seems to notice he needs more food than a normal teenage boy. Peter doesn't want to say anything because he doesn't want Tony to have to worry about yet another thing. How long can he go on before someone notices?

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Peter likes it when Thor resides at the Tower. First, he's Thor. Second, Peter enjoys his humor and ye-olde stories. But one of the things that he enjoys the most is the amount of food they have at meals. Steve and Bucky eat a lot, but Thor can out-eat them all.

Before the spider bite, Peter was your average teenage boy. Aunt May had used the term “wooden leg" to describe his eating habits. He could eat a whole 2ft-long hoagie plus in one sitting. Now, with his increased metabolism, he needs to eat more. May knows about this and makes sure to order enough food. But when he’s at the tower, he feels weird asking Tony to get more food. Tony does so much for the team already – he doesn’t need to make sure he orders an extra serving for someone. Harley complains all the time that everyone asks Tony for too much.

May is taking a vacation in Barbados with a friend, and Peter is spending the week at the Tower. It’s Father’s Day, and Tony suggested having a movie night. He, Peter, Harley, Morgan, Pepper, and Rhodey settle into the theater for a Disney movie binge. Peter knows Pepper is only there because Tony asked her to be present, and Rhodey is only there so he can spend time with his goddaughter. Peter doesn’t mind because he loves Disney movies. “Tonight is about fathers,” He tells them. “I asked FRIDAY to queue up some Disney movies that have good fathers.”

Finding Nemo is first, The Lion King, and then A Goofy Movie are played sequentially. Peter gets popcorn and candy for everyone. He’s hungry, and he knows Tony won’t mind if he eats a bucket of popcorn by himself, but to draw attention away from himself, Peter fills a large bucket for each of them.

“Woah! This is a lot of popcorn!” Rhodey exclaims. “I’m not gonna eat this all. Do you wanna share, Morgan?” Pepper and Tony end up sharing a bucket, which leaves Harley and Peter each to their own.

Peter eats a bucket and a half of popcorn under the guise that he didn’t want it to go to waste, but he senses Harley watching him. It’s making him uncomfortable.

Thankfully, Harley doesn’t say anything to him, but Peter doesn’t want to get on his bad side. He knows what “Team Cap” went through when they returned to the tower. Coercing FRIDAY to help, Harley rained hell down on them via a series of pranks and inconveniences until Tony had heard enough complaints and forced him to stop. Even though everyone had kissed and made up, most of the pardoned Avengers steer clear of Harley. The others watch him with begrudged admiration. Peter wishes everyone would treat him like Harley, but the older boy disagrees. “Nah, they all love you, and they would do anything for you. Not me though. Most of them hate me but are too afraid to do anything about it.”

Peter walks down to breakfast the next morning to find Thor manning the stove. He perks up, knowing a big breakfast awaits them. Thor always cooks tons of food, and half of the Avengers don’t even eat breakfast. “Peter!” Thor exclaims. “It is good to see you. I was just about to make an omelet. How many eggs would you like?”

“Hi Thor! I’ll take five or six eggs if there’s enough.” Peter walks over to stand beside Thor.

The god moves over to make more room for Peter. “You know Tony always keeps the food well-stocked. I’ll make you seven. Would you like the works as well? I have brought some of that bacon you like so much.”

Peter wraps an arm – as far as he can – around Thor’s back for a quick side hug, then goes to the table to wait for his breakfast. Two minutes later, Harley saunters in. “Morning Thor. Whatcha making today?”

“Peter Parker omelets,” Thor announces proudly. “Peter showed me how to make them last time. Here, you cook the bacon, then potatoes. You add cheese and pour the egg over top. Add more cheese when the egg is cooked, and you have an omelet. It was quite good.”

“Sounds good. Can I have one with three eggs?”

Peter is finished eating his breakfast when Tony bustles in. “Oh, hey Thor. What time did you get in?”

“Early this morning,” Thor replies. “I told you I could be quiet if necessary. Want a Peter omelet?”

Tony is making coffee and glances up. “What? Oh no, not today. I’ve got a board meeting that I am attending to appease my darling wife. Hey Pete, want to stop by in, say, three hours? I have a job for you.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark! I’ll be there.” Peter grins. He loves working at SI with Tony.

Harley swipes his milk glass to take a swig and smirks when Peter notices twenty seconds later. “You know you can just call him Tony.”

“I did – had been.” Peter blushes. “But then I called him ‘dad,’ and now I’ve reverted.”

Harley simply smiles and exits the kitchen.

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Three hours later, Peter and Harley are working with Tony on a new type of solar panel when his stomach starts to growl. “Hungry?” Tony asks. “I can order some food. What sounds good?”

“I’m ok. Whatever you want, I can eat.”

Tony orders three combo meals of Pad Thai, and Peter still feels famished afterwards, but he keeps quiet. They finish the panel two hours later, and Pepper and Happy meet them to go home.

Thor is not around for team dinner, and as Steve and Bucky are both present, Peter doesn’t get as much food as he would like. After a Mario Kart tournament (which Bucky wins after narrowly beating Natasha on Rainbow Road), Peter reads Morgan a bedtime story and tucks her in so that Tony and Pepper have an hour to themselves. “Good night Princess Morgan. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“I will bite them back!” She crows, giggling.

He grins. “They’ll be too afraid to come out now.” Peter loves Morgan. She’s like his little sister, and he will do everything he can to keep her safe. She clutches her stuffed spider to her chest and closes her eyes. Peter sits with her for a few minutes, and his stomach rumbles.

Morgan’s eyes pop open, and she asks, “Hungwy?”

“Just a little. I’ll be ok.” He pats her hand. “You need to go to sleep.”

“If you’re hungwy, we can get juice pops,” Tony’s daughter bargains.

Peter smirks. This little child is the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts – of course she will try to cut a deal. She’s going to be unstoppable when she takes over. “Now, missy. I am not your dad. You may have me wrapped around your finger, but I don’t want to face your mom’s wrath when she finds you still awake with a sugar high. If Uncle Rhodey is afraid of that, then you can bet your boots that Peter is, too.”

Morgan seems to consider that for a moment, and she nods. “Ok, I sleep, but juice pops tomorrow.”

“Juice pops tomorrow sounds good. Pinkie promise.” The pinkie promise seems to satisfy the five-year-old, and she promptly closes her eyes. Peter turns out her light and turns on the fake arc reactor nightlight.

He is almost out the door when he hears her whisper, “I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six.”

“I love you one thousand-two hundred-and twenty-six, too.” He whispers back and closes the door behind him.

Peter heads out on patrol for an hour or so. Usually, this is the time he picks up some extra food, but he has no cash. He catches a few car thieves and saves a man from getting hit by a speeding car. Exhausted, he stops on a roof to catch his breath.

Tony finds him there ten minutes later. “Hey kid, you ok?”

“Yea, yea… I’m… fine. Just enjoying the view from here,” Peter gestures to the New York skyline.

“It is beautiful,” Tony’s modulated voice agrees. “Want a ride home?”

“That would be great. Thank you, Mr.… I mean, Tony.”

Iron Man picks up Spiderman and flies him to the roof of Stark Tower. They sit there watching the city lights. “Hey, I want to say thank you for putting Morgs to bed. Pep and I haven’t had a whole lot of alone time recently.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. I love her.”

“And she loves you, too. She always asks when you’ll be coming to stay for a while. I keep trying to get May to move in, but she wants you to have a safe place elsewhere as well. I commend her for that. How have you been? We haven’t had a talk in a while.”

“I – I’ve been good. School’s been fine. I’m happy. How are you?”

“So-so. I’ve been sleeping better. Morgan has been a blessing, as have you and Harley. By the way, Pete, when you called me ‘Dad,’ I reacted the way I did because I wasn’t expecting it. I want you to know that you are like a son to me, and if you want to call me dad, I am perfectly fine with it.” Tony places a gauntleted hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Thanks. I – I’ll keep that in mind.” Peter acknowledges. “So… never mind.”

“You sure? Nothing I can help you with?” Tony asks.

Peter shakes his head. “Nah, it’s… nothing.”

“Ok, I’m going to head in. You should probably come in soon as well.” Tony stands. “Good night kid.”

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The week goes by, and Peter just can’t seem to eat enough. No matter how much he eats, he has to make sure his stomach doesn’t growl at inopportune moments. And he hates how he gets so tired after a night on patrol.

Friday morning finds him waking up the sound of the Avengers alarm. The threat is low-risk – large robot geese roaming the city streets and attacking civilians. Peter joins the fight, but due to his lack of energy, tires quickly. He crouches down behind an overturned car, trying to catch his breath, when a large goose starts beating his head with a metal wing. He quickly passes out… and wakes in a bed in the hospital wing.

Harley is sitting on the chair, watching him. He’s always watching. In his head, Peter asks, “What do you want?” but it comes out as “Wha wan?”

“You know, now is probably not the best time to lecture you, but you know what? You’re stuck here for the moment so I’m going to,” Harley leans forward in his seat. “Why aren’t you eating enough? Are you starving yourself?”

Peter’s eyes widen. Is that why Harles’ has been watching me so closely? “NO!”

“That doesn’t seem suspicious at all,” The older boy scoffs. “I’m sorry. I should be showing more tact. What’s going on, Peter?”

“Can’ talk. Paper.” Peter manages out. His head is pounding, and he just feels weak.

Harley swipes a holo-keyboard over to him, but says, “If you’re too tired, we can talk later. I just am concerned for you.”

Not starving self. Just need more food, but don’t want to burden T. He’s got enuf on his plate. Peter types.

“Peter,” Harley’s voice grows soft. “When I said those things, I meant the team getting on his case about upgrading armor and weapons. They ask for the tiniest upgrades that take hours to complete when their stuff is better than what they would have been getting from SHIELD. Tony has a wife and kids now, and he doesn’t need to spend time in his lab for things that don’t need to be done. Now, you, you need food to survive. You need way more food than Tony or I do because you have the increased metabolism. All Tony needs to do with that is order another serving of food. Three extra words to an order. It takes a maximum of 2 minutes. And you’re basically his son. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. The only reason he’s not here right now is because Morgan has an ear infection.”

Harley gets interrupted by a knock on the door. Tony sticks his head in. “Hey, can I come in?”

“Yea. Are you staying?” Harley moves to get up.

“Stay there. I can pull up another chair,” Tony waves his hand at Harley. “Morgan’s finally sleeping, and the pain seems to be gone. Rhodey’s sitting in with her so I could come see you. How are you feeling, Peter?”

So-so. He types out.

“Sorry I couldn’t be here sooner. Morgs had an ear infection, and Pepper’s in Japan. Harles offered to stay here with you so I could be with Morgan,” Tony explains, and Peter nods. “By the way kid, I’m also sorry that I didn’t notice you hadn’t been getting enough to eat. You’d think with a tower full of geniuses and super spies that someone would notice, but we didn’t. We’re going to order a lot more food from here out, and never be afraid to ask for more. They don’t call me a billionaire for nothing.” Tony pats the bed by Peter’s arm. “I love you, kid. I’d do anything for you.”

A tear slips down Peter’s cheek. “I love you, too, Dad.”

#irondad and spiderson #the friendly neighborhood exchange

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sweetmemories2606 · 4 years

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Day 1: Home

It's been a while, but of course I couldn't miss Gruvia Week 2020.

Title: Back To You

Summary: 6 months. That's how long Juvia had to wait while Gray was infiltrating Avatar. There were moments when she worried, but always knew that he would come back home.

Pairings: Gruvia (Pregnant) + Lyredy

Timeline: Avatar Arc

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Word Count: 2000

Happy reading!

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April X792

One month after Juvia had told him that she was pregnant, they were starting to get used to the idea of becoming parents.

She was glad that Gray seemed much happier after they had many conversations addressing his fear of not being a good father and of something happening to her or the baby.

She had understood because they were her fears too. However, she told him that they needed to focus on the positive or else they could never be the parents that this child needed.

Gray had known she was right. They couldn't focus on the darkness when the light was right there, growing inside her. Their child, their new beginning.

Juvia had convinced him to; for once in his life; live in the present and enjoy their time together before the baby came.

Unfortunately, they were forced to be apart after he received news of an important mission.

Juvia woke to find his side of the bed empty; which was surprising considering at such an early hour. Jumping out of bed, she put on a bathrobe and went downstairs.

Gray was in the kitchen; his back turned to her; making pancakes. She watched him in surprise for a few moments until he turned around.

"Good morning." He greeted her with a tense smile.

"Good morning, my love." Juvia immediately noticed that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?"

Avoiding answering, Gray backed up a chair. "Why don't you sit down?"

She frowned, but complied. "Alright."

He went back to the stove and turned it off before taking the pan and walking back to the table. Not a word was said while he placed one pancake in the plate in front of her and another for himself.

"So, what's the occasion?" Juvia jokingly asked after he sat down in front of her.

"Juvia...there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it, my love?" She reached for his hand and held it.

"I got a call last night, from Erza."

"Oh. What did she say?" Juvia was curious. They hadn't spoken to anyone from Fairy Tail since the guild had been disbanded.

Gray squeezed her hand. "She told me about this dark guild, Avatar. They have been unusually active lately; recruiting many new members."

"It's good of Erza to warn us, but why…." He interrupted her.

"Jellal told her that he's worried they might make a move soon. So she wants me to infiltrate Avatar and figure out what their plan is."

"Infiltrate?" Juvia frowned and dropped his hand. "And why you?"

"Because of my demon slaying magic." Gray answered. "Jellal thinks this plus the black markings might be enough to convince them I've turned evil or something."

"Well, if you're going to Avatar then I…." About to suggest she tag along, Juvia suddenly remembered.

"You can't." Gray moved his chair closer to hers before placing a hand on her stomach. "It's too dangerous for the baby."

"And I can't use magic either." She sighed.

"I know I promised I wouldn't leave you, but this mission is important." Looking into his eyes, she could tell he was still conflicted. "If we don't figure out what they're planning, many people could die."

There was silence for a few moments before Juvia spoke. "I understand."

"Look, it shouldn't take longer than a month, okay?" Gray leaned in to press a soft kiss against her lips. "I'll be back before you know it."

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Late May X792

A month passed but Gray did not yet return to her. Per his request, Juvia had been staying at Lamia Scale where the couple believed would be safe for her and the baby.

Being at the guild certainly helped her feel better after his departure since she had Lyon, Wendy and Chelia to keep her company.

Even Meredy had come to the guild a few weeks before to keep an eye on her though Juvia suspected her reason to stay was actually the handsome ice mage. Those two had become very close and many guild members suspected they were dating.

Though happy for her friend, seeing Lyon and Meredy connect only made Juvia miss her own boyfriend even more. She had hoped they would be reunited by now, but apparently his mission was not over yet.

"He'll be back soon." Wendy came to find her sitting in the back garden.

"I'm starting to lose hope." Juvia admitted gloomily.

"No, you can't think like that." The younger girl sat beside her.

"He said he'd only be gone for one month." The water mage sighed. Feeling a kick, she placed a hand on her baby bump.

"Can I feel it too?" Wendy shyly asked after watching her for a moment.

Juvia nodded. "Of course." Taking Wendy's hand, she guided it towards the spot where the kicks were coming from.

"Whoa." Her eyes widened. "That's amazing."

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June X792

Juvia finally got to see him again. They met in the woods outside Marguerite and Gray voiced his worry that someone from Avatar might have followed him.

They were reassured by Jellal that this was not the case, but Crime Sorciére still stayed close by to ensure the couple's safety.

After talking about what had been happening recently, Gray apologised for being away for so long and Juvia easily forgave him. They moved in for a hug, but he was almost pushed back.

His eyes widened in surprise before descending towards her stomach. "Is that..."

"Yes." Juvia smiled softly. Then, she took his hand and led it towards the spot where the kick had come from. "Can you feel it?"

"Incredible." He murmured, mesmerised. Then his eyes rose to meet hers. "You are incredible."

Her smile brightened. "So are you, my love." They leaned in for a soft kiss and the baby kicked harder this time.

Pulling apart, Gray chuckled and returned his hand to her stomach. "I guess she wants our full attention."

"She?" Juvia raised a brow.

He shrugged. "It's just a feeling."

A smile lit up her face."I didn't know you were hoping for a girl."

Another kick. Gray looked at her curiously. "Well, what are you hoping for?"

"To be honest, I hope we have a boy." She answered dreamily. "Then he will be like you. A mini Gray."

He chuckled. "I figured you'd say that."

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July X792

Chelia finally asked the question everyone had been dying to know the answer to during Lyon's birthday party. Him and Meredy were acting too much like a couple and the young god slayer couldn't take it anymore.

After they had cut the cake and Lyon offered Meredy the first piece, Chelia looked at them in annoyance. "Can you two stop driving us crazy and just admit that you're dating?"

The couple shared confused looks. "I thought everyone knew."

"We did." Juvia said, smiling at them. "We just needed confirmation."

"Is this confirmation enough for you?" Lyon asked before snaking an arm around Meredy's waist, bringing her close, before leaning in for a passionate kiss that she gladly reciprocated.

"I suppose it is." Sherry smiled while leaning closer to her husband. Ren wrapped an arm around her shoulder while the other held their 5 months old daughter, Aimi.

"Wow." Wendy stared at them in amazement.

"It was about time." Chelia rolled her eyes.

"I'm so happy for them." Juvia watched the couple joyfully. Though tears threatened to fall once she remembered the time when her relationship with Gray had been like this, she pushed them away. "He'll be back soon."

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September X792

The next time she saw him, she was 8 and a half months pregnant. It was a few days after the Thanksgiving Festival when Lucy, Natsu and Happy had surprised everyone by showing up.

After catching up and discussing their plan to reunite Fairy Tail, they had left with Wendy to find Gray.

Though Juvia had felt bad about lying to them regarding his mission, she knew it was for the best. Should they arrive in Avatar, this could compromise his safety and ruin the entire plan.

With this in mind, the next few days were torture as Juvia waited and worried. The Lamia Scale members tried to distract her, but this time it was no use.

She was in the garden again-it had become her favourite spot-looking after Aimi since Sherry and Ren dropped her off at the guild before going on a mission. Hearing footsteps, she saw Lyon and Meredy approaching her.

"Hey." The latter offered a smile.

"How are you?" The former asked.

"Waiting." Juvia stressfully replied, keeping both hands on her stomach.

Now in front of her, Lyon sighed before sitting down. "We all are."

"I'm sure everything will be fine." Meredy reassured, sitting by his side.

"I really want to believe that." Tears began forming and this time Juvia didn't push them away.

Soon Aimi started crying too and the couple exchanged looks before Lyon carefully picked his goddaughter up and held her while Meredy moved closer to the water mage to hug her.

Though she wanted to comfort her friend, she knew that there was only one person who could make Juvia feel better now.

Almost like a miracle, the familiar voice was heard. "Juvia?"

She pulled away from Meredy's embrace and midnight blue eyes searched for him. Gray stood only a few feet away, surrounded by Lucy, Natsu, Erza, Gajeel, Levy and the exceeds. All were safe and sound.

"You're...here." Juvia sobbed. With Meredy's help she stood up and started approaching him.

However, due to her emotional state and enlarged stomach, she stumbled and would have fallen if Gray hadn't come just in time to help her.

"You're here." Her hands reached for his face, midnight blue eyes stared at him in disbelief.

He embraced her as best as possible when her stomach was between them. "I'm home."

Still crying, Juvia laughed and Gray wiped away some of her tears. It wasn't long before they were kissing, but once again the moment was interrupted by a kick.

Reluctantly pulling apart, their attention went to their unborn child. "Hey there, little one. How have you been?"

"She has missed you." Juvia smiled softly.

"She?" His eyes widened.

She nodded. "You were right."

A triumphant look came upon his face, but it quickly morphed into one of adoration. "I love you both so much."

They leaned in for another desperate kiss and everyone joyfully watched as they were reunited after so long. Then, Natsu turned to Lucy with a bright smile. "Soon we're all going to be home."

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I hope everyone is doing okay despite these crazy times that we are currently living. Coronavirus has affected so many of us and I hope everyday that this crisis will be over soon.

Until life returns to normal, though, we should really take this time to reflect about how we treat our planet and the people who live in it. I hope we can learn to become more empathetic, compassionate and loving.

It's about time we realise that only by caring about others will we be able to solve this crisis.

#gruvia week #fanfic #gruvia #lyredy #day 1: home #fairy tail #avatar arc #pregnant #angst #fluff #plot twist

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bechloeislegit · 4 years

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2020 BeChloe Valentine’s

THE WAY TO HER HEART

Prompt from FanFiction User Paundy: Stacie asks Beca to bring food for Bella's class for a Valentine's Day party, and Bella's teacher is Miss Beale.

Stacie Conrad stood outside her daughter's school, waiting for her to be released. It was the last day in January, and Stacie couldn't believe how warm it was for this time of year. She sighed as she started paying bills online as she waited.

"Mommy," Bella called out, seeing Stacie.

Stacie looked up to see Bella standing with her teacher, Miss Beale. She smiled and walked over to Miss Beale and Bella.

"We're having a Valentine's Day party," Bella said as soon as Stacie reached them.

Bella held out a piece of paper toward Stacie; she took it and started reading about the Valentine's Day party.

"Yes, we are," Miss Beale said, smiling. "We're having it during lunch and there is a sign-up sheet that will need to be returned by next Friday."

"Sounds like fun," Stacie said. "Do you need any parent volunteers? I'd be happy to sign-up."

"That would be wonderful," Miss Beale said. "I'll see you on Monday, Bella. And thanks for volunteering, Miss Conrad. I'll put you on the list."

"Please, call me Stacie," Stacie said.

"I'm Chloe," Miss Beale said with a smile. "I'll send more info once I have an idea of what everyone is bringing."

"Sounds good," Stacie said. "Have a good weekend, Chloe. Come on, Bella."

Stacie and Bella left Chloe standing with other children from her class.

~ 2020 BeChloe Valentines - The Way To Her Heart ~

"Aunt Beca!" Bella squealed when she and Stacie walked into Bella's Bistro.

"What have I told you about yelling and running in my restaurant?" Beca asked as she picked up her Goddaughter.

"It's rude, and the diners pay good money for good food and don't want to have to listen to some, un, ungluey-"

"Unruly," Beca whispered.

"Unruly rugrats," Bella finished. "I'm sorry, Aunt Beca."

"It's okay, Bella," Beca said. "I blame your mother."

"What did I do now?" Stacie asked as she joined her daughter and best friend.

"You raised an unruly rugrat," Beca said, smiling at Bella. "So, what's for dinner tonight?"

"I want mac and cheese," Bella said.

"You always get mac and cheese," Beca said. "How about chicken instead?"

"Mac and cheese," Bella said, folding her arms over her chest and pouting.

"A nice salad?"

"Mac and cheese."

"Meatloaf with a side of mac and cheese?"

"Mac and cheese!"

"Give it up, Beca," Stacie said. "She lives for coming here on Fridays to get your mac and cheese. Why do you do this every week?"

"I'm trying to enhance her palate by offering her delicious alternatives," Beca said. "Okay, Bella, how about I bring you out an order of my famous mac and cheese?"

"YES!" Bella yells, throwing both hands in the air.

"Stacie, what would you like?"

"Do you really have meatloaf tonight?"

"Yes," Beca said. "What side do you want? No, wait, let me guess. Mac and cheese?"

"Yes, thank you," Stacie said.

"Okay," Beca said, putting Bella down and walking the mother and daughter to a table.

"Hey, Becs," Stacie said as Beca started to walk away. "Can you sit with us for a bit? I have something I want to ask you."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Stacie said, smiling. "I need a favor for Bella's class at school."

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll put your orders in and have to check the kitchen before I come back."

"Thanks, Beca," Stacie said.

Fifteen minutes later, Beca returned to the table and sat down.

"I ordered you a wine and Bella a glass of milk," Beca said. "Everything should be here in about ten minutes."

"Thanks," Stacie said.

"Thanks, Aunt Beca," Bella said.

"You're welcome, sweetie," Beca said. "So, what's this favor you want to ask?"

Stacie told Beca about the conversation she had with Miss Beale about her class's Valentine's Day party.

"I was hoping I could sign up to bring mac and cheese," Stacie said. "Specifically, your mac and cheese."

"I'd love to help out," Beca said, laughing. "I'll make a fresh batch that morning so it will still be warm for lunch. How many kids are you talking about?"

"About twenty-five," Stacie said. "There will also be parent volunteers like me. Plus, Miss Beale, so I'd say about thirty to thirty-five in total."

"Consider it done," Beca said.

"Thanks, Aunt Beca," Bella said, jumping up from her seat to hug Beca. "You make the best mac and cheese."

"Thanks, Beca," Stacie said. "I appreciate this."

"You know I'd do anything," Beca said and paused before adding, "for Bella." Beca laughed when Stacie smacked her.

"Hey," Stacie said. "I'm your best friend."

"That's true," Beca said. "But Bella isn't going to try and pass off my mac and cheese as her own. I think I'll deliver the mac and cheese to the school myself so I get the proper credit."

"You're coming to my party?" Bella asked, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"If that's okay with your mom and Miss Beale," Beca said.

"I'm sure it will be fine," Stacie said. "I'll double-check with Miss Beale."

"Good," Beca said. "And ask her if she needs dessert or anything else. I'd be happy to make something special."

"I'll mention it to Miss Beale and get back to you on that as well," Stacie said.

"Yay!" Bella yelled when the waitress set her mac and cheese in front of her.

The waitress placed Stacie and Beca's plates in front of them.

"Thanks, Ashley," Beca said to the waitress.

"You're eating with us?" Stacie asked Beca.

"Yeah," Beca said. "The kitchen is running smoothly, and I'm still here if anything should come up."

"You know, I just realized something," Stacie said, cutting into her meatloaf. "I think Chloe is single and just your type."

"Who's Chloe?" Beca asked, taking a bite of her mac and cheese. (Sue her; she makes the best mac and cheese around.)

"Miss Beale," Stacie said.

"She's really pretty, Aunt Beca," Bella said around a mouthful of mac and cheese.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Stacie said.

Bella made a big show of swallowing and gulping. "Sorry, mommy."

Beca chuckled.

"How do you know Miss Beale is even into women?"

"My gaydar is never wrong," Stacie said. "And she may not be full-on gay, but she is at least bi. I don't know why I didn't think of introducing you two before now."

"Not going to happen, Stacie," Beca said, using her napkin to wipe her mouth.

"Why not?" Stacie asked. "She's hot. Has red hair and the bluest blue eyes you've ever seen."

"I own this place, and I'm the chef," Beca said, shaking her head. "I never have more than a few hours here and there for any personal time. I can't bring someone into that situation. They'd hate me when I'd have to cancel dates or something because of work."

"Beca, you know I love you, but sometimes you're an idiot," Stacie said.

"Rude," Bella said, causing Beca to laugh.

"Thank you, Bella," Beca said.

"Come on, Beca," Stacie said. "You always have time for Bella and me. And I'm sure you'd find time to date someone if you wanted to."

"Whatever," Beca said.

~ 2020 BeChloe Valentines - The Way To Her Heart ~

The following Friday, Stacie was running a little late to pick up Bella. She saw Chloe standing near the playground, watching a few kids whose parents hadn't arrive yet.

"Chloe," Stacie called out as she hurried over to the redhead.

"Bella, your mom's here," Chloe said, looking over to the playground.

"That's okay, sweetie," Stacie called to Bella. "You can play for a few more minutes. I need to talk to Miss Beale."

Bella went back to playing, and Stacie turned to Chloe.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Stacie said.

"You're fine," Chloe said.

"Did everyone turn in their sign-up sheets for the party?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Chloe said frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"Everyone signed up to bring a dessert," Chloe said. "Well, everyone except you and Ms. Posen. It's not going to be much of a lunch with just a veggie tray and mac and cheese."

"I think I can help with that," Stacie said. "My friend Beca asked me to check to see if there was anything else she could bring to the party."

"Is this the same friend who volunteered to help out?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, that's her," Stacie said. "She's making the mac and cheese. She'd be happy to cook something else if needed."

"That would be wonderful," Chloe said.

"Why don't you join Bella and me tonight for dinner?" Stacie asked. "We have a standing Friday night dinner date with Beca at Bella's Bistro. You can talk to her and get a really nice dinner out of it."

"I'd like that," Chloe said. "Plus, I'll get to meet the woman Bella can't stop talking about."

Stacie laughed. "Bella does love her Aunt Beca."

"Are you sure Beca won't mind me crashing your dinner?"

"I'm sure she won't mind," Stacie said as she pulled out her phone. "But, I'll check to make sure."

"Stacie?" Beca said, answering the call. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Stacie said. "I'm with Chloe and wanted to see if it was okay if I bring her to dinner tonight? She needs more for the Valentine's party, and I told her you asked if you could provide more. You two could talk and figure something out."

"Okay," Beca said. "I'll let Jessica know."

"Thanks, Beca," Stacie said. "You're the best. See you tonight."

"I'll see you tonight," Beca said and ended the call.

"You're in," Stacie said, smiling at Chloe. "We usually go around six-thirty."

"It's nice of Miss Mitchell to allow me to crash," Chloe said.

"She's a good person," Stacie said. "And I think you'll really like her."

"Well, I'm excited to have dinner at Bella's Bistro," Chloe said. "I've heard great things about it. I'll see you tonight at six-thirty."

~ 2020 BeChloe Valentines - The Way To Her Heart ~

Later that evening, Stacie and Bella arrived at Bella's Bistro shortly after six. She wanted to be early to wait for Chloe to arrive.

"Hey, Stacie," Jessica said when Stacie walked in. "Hi, Bella."

"Hi," Bella said.

"Hey, Jessica," Stacie said. "Is Beca in her office?"

"Yes," Jessica said. "I'm supposed to notify her when you get here."

"Is it alright if I let her know we're here?" Stacie asked. "We're expecting someone else, but she won't be here for another fifteen minutes or so."

"Sure, go on back," Jessica said.

"Thanks," Stacie said, and she and Bella made their way to Beca's office.

Stacie knocked lightly and heard Beca say 'come in.' They entered, and Beca was sitting at the desk with several stacks of paper in front of her.

"Aunt Beca," Bellas squealed and ran over to Beca.

Beca hugged her and looked at Stacie.

"Is Miss Beale here?"

"Not yet," Stacie said. "I told Jessica I'd let you know we were here, and then we're going to go out and wait for Chloe."

"Give me a minute," Beca said. "I'll go out with you. I need to check on the kitchen before we eat."

Beca made her desk as neat as she could before following Stacie and Bella out of her office. Beca turned toward the kitchen, and Stacie and Bella continued to the dining room. Stacie was surprised to see Chloe standing by the hostess desk.

"Miss Beale," Bella called out, causing the redhead to turn toward them.

"Hey, Bella," Chloe said as the mother and daughter reached her. "Hi, Stacie. I can't thank you enough for inviting me tonight.

"Hi, Chloe," Stacie said as she got to the table. "Beca will be right out. She had to check the kitchen first."

"That's fine," Chloe said. "I was excited, so I'm a bit early."

"If you ladies will follow me," Jessica said, grabbing four menus. "I'll show you to your table."

"Thanks, Jessica," Stacie said.

Stacie followed Jessica, and Bella walked beside Chloe.

Once they were seated, Ashley came over and asked if they wanted drinks. The three ordered drinks, and Ashley walked away from the table.

"This is a nice place," Chloe said, looking around.

"Thank you," Beca said from behind Chloe.

Chloe turned her head, and Beca faltered a bit before sitting down in the seat next to Chloe.

"Um, hi, I'm Beca Mitchell," Beca said, looking at the redhead.

"Chloe Beale," Chloe said.

"It's nice to meet you," Beca said.

"It's nice to finally meet you, too," Chloe said. "Bella talks about you all the time. I've heard nothing but good things about your mac and cheese."

"Beca's mac and cheese is the best," Stacie said. "Bella orders it every time we come here."

"It is the absolute best," Bella said.

Chloe opened her menu just as Ashley brought the drinks to the table. Ashley set the drinks down, leaving a glass of tea still on the tray.

"Beca, I brought you an iced tea," Ashley said. "Or did you want something else?"

"The tea is fine, Ashley," Beca said, taking the tea from the tray.

Stacie looked over to Chloe to find her looking at the menu with a furrowed brow.

"Something wrong, Chloe?" Stacie asked, causing Beca to look over at her.

Chloe's cheeks flushed. "I, um," Chloe stammered. "Stacie, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Um, sure," Stacie said. "Excuse us, Beca."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Beca asked Chloe.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "I'm fine. I just need a moment with Stacie."

"Oh, okay," Beca said.

Chloe and Stacie stood; Chloe followed Stacie to the hallway near the restrooms.

"What's wrong?" Stacie asked.

"This is embarrassing," Chloe said. "I can't afford anything more than a salad here. I didn't realize it was so expensive when I accepted the offer to come here."

Stacie smiled. "You don't have to worry about the bill. Beca always pays for us."

"I can't ask her to do that," Chloe said.

"Chloe, Beca's not just the chef; she owns the place. And you're not asking, she's doing."

"She owns it?" Chloe asked.

"Yes," Stacie said. "Trust me, Bella and I could never afford to come here on our own."

"Are you sure?" Chloe asked, still not convinced.

"Yes, I'm sure," Stacie said. "She's the one who said it was okay. Get whatever you want; Beca won't care. You'll love whatever you decide to get. I promise."

"Um, okay," Chloe said.

The two made their way back to the table and sat down.

"Everything okay now?" Beca asked.

"Everything's fine," Stacie said. "Just some school stuff."

"Good," Beca said, smiling. "So, Bella, are you getting the usual, or can I talk you into something different?"

"The usual," Bella said.

"But, we have lasagna on the menu tonight," Beca said. "You like lasagna."

"I do, but I like the mac and cheese better," Bella said.

"How about you, Chloe?" Stacie asked. "See anything you like?"

Stacie smiled when she looked up to see Chloe staring at Beca with heart eyes.

"Apparently, you do," Stacie mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what?" Chloe asked, looking at Stacie.

"I asked if you see anything you like?" Stacie couldn't help the smirk that came to her face.

Chloe blushed slightly and said, "I, uh, was thinking the lasagna sounded good. But, I'm also interested in trying this mac and cheese I've heard so much about."

"Bella always orders the mac and cheese," Beca said. "Maybe she'll give you a bite so you can try it."

"What?" Bella asked, causing Beca to chuckle. Bella looked at Stacie. "Do I have to, mommy?"

Chloe bit her lip to keep from laughing at Bella. "It's okay, Bella. I can wait until the Valentine's party to try it."

Ashley returned to the table to take their orders.

"Do you ladies know what you want this evening?" Ashley asked. She looked down at Bella and winked. "Don't worry, Bella. I already wrote down your mac and cheese."

"Thanks," Bella said with a big smile.

"Stacie?" Ashley asked.

"I'll have the lasagna," Stacie said. "And, a salad with Italian dressing."

"Got it," Ashley said and looked at Chloe. "Miss?"

"I'll have lasagna as well," Chloe said. "And, a salad with ranch dressing."

"Excellent," Ashley said and looked at Beca. "Beca?"

"Make that three lasagnas," Beca said. "And ranch dressing for my salad as well."

"I'll put your orders in," Ashley said, collecting the menus. "And I'll bring those salads out for you."

"Thanks, Ashley," Beca said.

"Um, Beca?" Chloe said once Ashley had left.

"Yeah," Beca said, looking at Chloe.

"Stacie said that you offered to provide more food for the party if we needed it."

"I did," Beca said. "What do you need? Desserts?"

"No, actually, we need some food," Chloe said, laughing lightly. "Everyone has signed up for desserts except for Stacie and one other parent. So, our menu currently consists of a veggie tray and your mac and cheese."

Beca chuckled. "Well, you saw the menu. What would you like me to bring?"

"The hamburger sliders would be good," Stacie suggested. "They'd go great with the mac and cheese."

"That does sound good," Chloe said. "And maybe something with chicken. Or is that too much? But, I don't want you to break the bank for us."

"Please, don't worry about that," Beca said. "I own the place, so I know how much I can or cannot do."

"That's very kind of you," Chloe said, smiling at Beca.

Beca smiled back at Chloe; the two sat staring at each other until Ashley set a salad in front of Chloe.

"Oh, um, thanks," Chloe said, blushing slightly.

Ashley served the other salads and told them their food would be out in about ten minutes. She left, and Stacie looked at Chloe.

"So, Chloe," Stacie said. "Are you seeing anyone?"

~ 2020 BeChloe Valentines - The Way To Her Heart ~

One week later, Beca was setting up Chloe's room for the Valentine's Day lunch. She and Stacie put red and white table cloths on the tables and arranged the food around the room. A few other parents helped place the desserts on specific tables.

"Wow, that's a lot of desserts," Chloe said. "Stacie, do you think the parents would mind if we put some of these in the teacher's lounge?"

"I think that's a great idea," Stacie said. "Aubrey, CR, would you help me to take some of these to the teacher's lounge?"

The three women put several desserts on a cart and took them to the teacher's lounge. Chloe watched them leave and hurried over to Beca.

"Hey," Beca said, turning to face Chloe.

"Hey," Chloe said, playing with the hem of Beca's shirtfront. "So, I had a really nice time the other night."

"I'm happy you accepted my offer for a date," Beca said. "Stacie did say we'd hit it off."

"Well, she was right," Chloe said.

Chloe looked over her shoulder to make sure no one had returned to the room. She turned and quickly kissed Beca.

"Would you want to go out with me again?" Chloe asked.

"Absolutely," Beca responded. "How about tonight? And maybe you'll consent to be my Valentine, too."

"I'd love to be your Valentine," Chloe said.

Beca leaned in and kissed Chloe; Chloe pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

Chloe pulled back and wiped some lipstick off Beca's lip. "There will be more of that when we have more time."

"I look forward to it," Beca said just as Stacie and the others returned.

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Merry Christmas, @greetings-and-defiance from your (no longer secret) secret Santa! :D I’m so sorry your gift is here so late in the day, but I hope you enjoy regardless! For your gift I rewrote the OUC episode with a happier ending for Saram and tried to bring in Agnes and drop hints to the idea of a happy Keenler family! 😁 I really hope you like it and I wish you nothing but the best during the holidays and an utterly delightful new year! 💖

After years of waking up no later than seven, with vacations a concept rendered unfamiliar due to a job as mercurial as being an agent, Samar had been awake for quite a while.

“Rise and shine!”

She’d been awake long before Aram, whether he believed it or not.

“You’re up early,” Samar proclaimed, rubbing her eyes as she shifted so she could sit.

Samar might have been awake for a while, but that didn’t mean she particularly felt like moving. After all, it was the first day in a long time she could remember having free. The first weekday, mind you. She was going to make the most of every second, even if those seconds were spent reveling in the warmth of her soft bedding with blankets and pillows tastefully scattered across their bed to give her that extra support she so desperately needed.

“It has been a morning,” Aram huffed, carefully carrying what little he salvaged from his many breakfast-related mishaps. “Two small grease fires in the kitchen, one almost disastrous juicing accident. But, voilà! Breakfast in bed.”

Samar struggled to fight a grin as she looked around the wonderful display Aram made her. “What’s on the menu?”

“French toast, hashbrowns,” Aram began to list. “All your favorites.”

“So, none of my favorites,” Samar retorted, “But, I love you anyway.”

“Well, I got the orange juice right,” Aram sighed, taking a seat on the edge of their bed. “But, um, be careful...there might be part of my finger in there.”

With a nod, Samar took the hint and traded orange juice for a more practical cup of coffee, having faith Aram couldn’t possibly have messed that up. “What’s the occasion?”

“I thought you’d want a full stomach for our trip.”

“Our trip?” she questioned. “Where are we going?”

With a devious grin, out came a leaflet from behind Aram’s back that danced excitedly between his fingertips.

“The Lodge at Glenforest,” he began to announce. “Rural Pennsylvania. Three days, two nights, our own cabin in the woods. Dinner in the main lodge, crackling fires.” And as if that wasn’t enough to encourage Samar to go, he added, “I look really, really good in flannel. What do you think?”

“That sounds amazing,” she responded, running her thumb against the rim of her coffee cup. “But don’t they need you at work? I’m the only one that’s retiring.”

“I cleared it with Mr. Cooper!” came the happy announcement. “The team can manage. It’s not like the world’s gonna end.”

“Aram, we worked together, remember?” Samar’s retorted sassily. “We both know the world could literally end if you’re not there.”

With a sweet smile reserved just for her, he bent over to place a kiss on her head. “It’s just a few days. Eat and I’ll pack?”

“How about we share breakfast instead?” Samar asked softly. “They’re your favorites after all.”

Aram quickly jumped over her ready to tuck himself back under the covers, not needing much convincing at all. With Samar being a morning person and Aram quite assuredly the opposite, breakfast in bed wasn’t something they did often. But in this new life of theirs, with new beginnings just starting to unfold, perhaps breakfast in bed was something they could start doing more often.

Grease fires and juiced fingers not included.

But for that to happen, as they both later decided, the cooking might be better left to Samar.

They spent hours eating breakfast. Talking about everything and nothing all at once. They wouldn’t have moved had it not been for the plans that Aram made. Eventually, though, they had to get up.

After all, what good was a new beginning if it was spent wasting away in bed?

Once the dishes had been cleaned and the refrigerator scanned for any possible food they could bring on the road trip they broke apart, each focusing on packing their own bags.

With the advantage of having planned the trip himself, Aram walked back into the kitchen, his own bag already packed, simply waiting for Samar to be ready to go.

“I was thinking this would be more of a romantic getaway, but, you know, if you feel naked without a gun, we can always role play.”

“Sorry,” Samar apologized, placing her weapon back in the lock box she always had within reach. “Force of habit.”

“How about we start some new habits?” he suggested kindly.

“You’re absolutely right. New life, new habits.”

“Unless you want to role play.”

“I think a cabin in the woods is a perfect place to start. No phone reception, no internet.”

“Meeting a stranger,” Aram enthused giddly. “No! Maid/butler secret rendezvous.”

“Thank you for not letting me push you away,” Samar whispered, turning to her fiance with a smile, ignoring the need to pack for just a little while longer.

“Yeah, you tried pretty hard, but lucky for you, I can’t take a hint,” Aram said with a smile before the glint in his eye gave way to yet another idea. “Hitchhiker! No, interrogation!”

“I got an idea,” Samar teased, her hands snaking around his neck.

“Teacher/pupil?”

“Why don’t we make our own fantasy?”

With the smile she’d grown so accustomed to seeing on his face, Samar leaned in pressing her lips against his, living so happily in a moment so blissfully boring and domestic...at least it had been until the sharp ringing of a phone interrupted them.

“Has the world ended yet?” Samar quipped leaving Aram to pat every pocket looking for the offending device.

“Actually, I think that’s your phone.”

Samar frowned, turning around to place the device that indeed belonged to her against her ear.

“Ressler?”

“Yeah, hey Samar--”

“You know I’m retired now, right?”

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“What happened?” she sighed, focusing more so on shoving her arms through the sleeves of her favorite green jacket.

“It’s Agnes. Liz is sick and practically delirious. Cooper let me go so I could take care of her, but I can’t keep Agnes away and I don’t want her to get sick. I know you and Aram got plans, but with Christmas right around the corner, I can’t find a babysitter a--”

“And you want us to take care of her?” Samar finished for him, already mulling over the idea.

“Just for the weekend,” Ressler pleaded. “You do this and I’ll get you that room myself.”

With a smile Samar glanced back at Aram who had already moved onto new and better things. She was sure that he wouldn’t mind bringing an extra little guest. They had both decided that children was something no longer in the cards for them, leaving their goddaughter the closest thing they had to a daughter of their own.

“We’ll be there in an hour,” Samar decided before turning back to Aram.

“Where are we going?”

“To grab Agnes,” Samar answered with a smile. “She’s coming!”

She’d forgotten how calming it was to simply occupy the passenger’s seat and have nothing at all to worry about. Like many adults, Samar had simply gotten used to the task of driving. It was something she did near every day. She’d get out of bed, go on her morning run, return back to wherever it was she had slept the night before and take a shower before inevitably needing to take some sort of vehicle to complete whatever task she had for the day.

Even on the occasional lazy day, there was still the drive to work or maybe the drive to a grocery store. But on their way towards the Keen and Ressler residence, it was Aram that took control of driving, letting Samar rest her head on the cool window, watching patiently as the city that’d quickly become home began to blur by.

As relaxing as it was, her brain couldn’t help but continue to whir. Reminders of her promise to Aram that she’d do whatever she could to fight off the impending decline of her brain as well as the various tricks her doctor had suggested pinged inside her head. So on the way to grab Agnes, she mentally mapped the route she’d come to be so familiar with until the car eventually slowed to a stop with the brakes squealing as Aram pulled closer to the curb.

For as much as they knew Ressler loved Agnes, he certainly did seem impatient to let her go. They stood hand in hand on the corner of the street, the little one decked out in her impractical winter gear with a small backpack and silver puffer jacket she donned being the only sign that Ressler had indeed prepared her for their impromptu trip.

“I’ll be right back,” Aram promised as a rush of wind blew through the open door with Samar giving him a quiet nod and soft smile in response.

She couldn’t hear much of what was going on outside, what with the soft droan of the heater they’d flicked on long ago, but seeing Aram smile as he bent down to Agnes’ level, watching Ressler guard the excitable little girl that shrieked loud enough for Samar to hear, was enough to spark a laugh from Samar’s lips.

Perhaps Samar had been ready to leave in order to secure Aram’s chance at a happy future, but Samar knew she deserved the happiness as much as he did. She, like her fiance, deserved to have a happily ever after and without such an adorable goddaughter or such a dorky soon-to-be husband, she wasn’t sure how she could.

“Prozen, prozen!!” she screamed, jumping inside the car without so much as a greeting to Samar, without regard for the carseat first needing to be secured.

“What’s that?” Samar questioned, glancing at Aram for answers as he packed bags into the trunk, leaving Ressler to work securing the her car seat.

“Frozen,” Ressler sighed, trying to get his kid to pay attention.

“You told her we were going to see the snow,” Samar brightly deduced.

She knew the way kids' brains worked. She was about to marry one after all.

“She’s gotta get in the mood,” Aram argued with a smile. “We have to sing ‘Let It Go’ exactly two hundred thirty five and a half times to make sure that we have enough snow to last the weekend.”

“Is that what she told you?”

“That’s the truth!” Agnes chattered back, her legs kicking up and down excitedly, thumping loudly against the plastic seat.

“Alright, kiddo, you’re all set.”

“We have to listen to Elsa!”

“I’ll see you in a few days, okay? Have fun. Something happens--”

“Bye-bye, daddy!” Agnes quickly sang out, before chanting for the one thing she’d been waiting for for a whole five minutes! “Elsa! Elsa! Elsa! Elsa!”

Samar had known for quite a while that the ride there would be long.

“Elsa!” Aram cheered with her, searching on his phone for songs sung by everybody’s favorite winter princess.

What she hadn’t expected was that it would be this long.

“Ready?”

But this was all in regards to family and family vacations.

“Ready!” Agnes confirmed.

As far as Samar was concerned, the ride couldn’t be long enough.

As it turned out, Aram had been wrong. It wasn’t something that he was very often, but he was, and he’d so gratefully admit it.

It hadn’t taken two hundred thirty five and a half times before Agnes got bored of the song. Not that he’d been counting, but really, it’d been closer to only a hundred times.

For as much as he loved watching princess movies with the girls, even he tired of listening to the Frozen soundtrack on repeat. Thankfully, Agnes had fallen asleep after the first hour and a half, letting Aram tentatively unplug his phone from the car and switch to the droan of whatever radio station Samar settled on.

They drove a little while longer, making progress on their journey before they came to a quick pit stop for a warm cup of coffee. Once he’d finally made it past the border and into Pennsylvania, the radio eventually turned off. With conversation kept to a quiet minimum so as not to wake Agnes, Samar eventually dozed off, leaving Aram the only one awake.

After so recently having learned to drive, the bliss of driving with little to no traffic as darkness began to reign was something he still managed to find comfort in. Time ticked on and silence stretched thin, broken only by the occasional rhythmic click of the turn signal or motion for more coffee.

Finally, they made it. Eventually they reached the Lodge at Glenforest, the girls still sleeping safe and sound.

He checked in without a problem, getting help to carry in bags. Samar, the light sleeper that she was, woke up without a fuss and carried Agnes into bed until eventually there was nothing left to do.

There was no technology to ensure was charged--the only service was in the Big House, after all--no dishes to make sure were cleaned, no turtle to make sure was fed.

Aram turned in the bed in which he lay with Samar, one arm around her and the other reaching to turn off the light.

How great had this idea been? After so long, there they were sleeping blissfully in the sweet sound of silence.

She’d woken up alone again. There was no one in the bed beside her, the sheets were empty, space next to her cold.

Samar could smell the food. This time, it really did smell like her favorites.

Slowly but surely, Samar made it out of bed. She went through the motions of everyday life.

She brushed her teeth, tied up her hair, washed her face.

It didn’t take long for her to end up in their temporary living room, the food Aram had saved resting on the coffee table waiting and ready for her to grab.

Despite the steaming pile of food, what she went for instead was a mug filled with fresh coffee and the jacket she’d worn on the way over. She could hear Agnes and Aram playing around outside. It wasn’t anything particularly unusual.

What was unusual, however, was the burst of cold wet that smashed across her face the second she pulled the door open. Cold wet that dripped down, cold wet that suddenly crumbled and fell into her coffee with a splash, nothing but silence and a stifled giggle from a certain someone in response.

With all the dignity only Samar Navabi could manage to retain after being pelted in the face with a snowball, she turned stiffly on her heel, softly closing the door behind her, walking back into their cabin, searching for another source of coffee to help kick start her day.

It didn’t take long for Samar to find Aram’s stash of coffee left abandoned with an energetic kid to do the job for him. It did, however, take a little longer for the two deviants to make their way back inside.

“Are you mad?”

“Mad?” questioned Samar, unfamiliar with the concept.

Who had time to be angry when planning revenge?

“I just hit you with a snowball,” Aram said carefully.

He didn’t need to know Samar as well as he did to know she was in the process pf plotting revenge.

“That’s all part of the game, though, isn’t it?”

“What game?” Agnes innocently questioned, getting to work on the food she well knew was reserved especially for Samar.

“The snow day games,” Samar teased back, grabbing a strip of bacon from the plate before Agnes could finish it all. “It’s a three day compeition to see who will win a super secret, very special prize.”

“Prize!!” the girl cheered.

“When I win,” Samar said sternly, glaring at her soon-to-be husband. “I get two months off laundry duty.”

For what felt like years now, Samar had been the one doing all the laundry. Aram had managed to skillfully parcel the chore out to Samar under the pretense that she was the only one who knew how to care for her magical green jacket, but Samar had patiently taught Aram how to clean it many times before. She was confident he knew how to care for the jacket on his own.

“And when I win,” came Aram’s much anticipated reply.

“Big chocolate gummy bears!” Agnes screamed mystically.

“I get big chocolate gummy bears and I get to keep my bike in the living room.”

That god forsaken bike of his was an argument they’d had plenty of times.

Bikes simply did not go in the living room. There was a bike rack right outside their apartment for a reason. Bikes didn’t need any special care and if Aram truly did need for his precious bike to be wrapped in the warmth of their household as he so eloquently put it, then she by all means, would be more than willing to buy it a tarp to stave off the rain and snow.

But Samar had every intention of winning this battle and if winning this battle meant she could end their everlasting war…

“Deal,” Samar responded.

“Then may the odds be ever in your favor.”

It seemed almost counterproductive to let day one of their games begin after they had the massages Aram had ordered, but that’s the way it all worked out.

The victor of day one would be determined by the victor of a snowball fight.

Samar had been preparing for this particular competition the whole day. She’d bribed Agnes, been clandestinely making snowballs as they walked around the campgrounds, and had been more on guard than usual.

She’d been waiting for the perfect moment to launch her sneak attack.

The time came when Agnes served as a perfect distraction. After walking around for such a long time, her legs had grown tired. Normally Samar would’ve had no problem carrying her, but she did need a distraction and with the promise of extra Christmas presents, Agnes had agreed to be on her side.

She traded the many bags Aram carried for the small little girl and walked ahead of them with the excuse that they were carrying perishables. Of course that wasn’t true, but Agnes was a wonderful distraction.

Within minutes Samar made it into their temporary home and set down all the bags filled with possible gifts for all their friends. A minute after that, she’d managed to sneak out towards the back and stockpile some necessary ammunition.

With a pile of ready to fire snowballs and footsteps getting increasingly louder as they crunched in the snow a small smile spread across her lips. Agnes stayed with her head resting on Aram’s shoulder, a grin on her own face as she and Samar made eye contact.

She lifted a gloved finger to her lips, hoping Agnes got the message to be quiet. For a split second, Samar fear her plan had backfired for up came Agnes’ head as she pulled from Aram before she very vehemently decided that they needed hot chocolate.

While Aram wholeheartedly agreed with the plan all Samar could think was that Agnes would grow up to be a wonderfully mischievous young lady.

From outside as Samar creeped around the building, she could hear Aram calling for her.

“Samar!” she heard a loud hiss.

“Where’s Aram?” Samar asked back.

“Hot chocolate!” Agnes whispered back, crouched right beside her.

“Good idea,” Samar whispered back, handing her a ready made snowball. “Okay, you have to go out front and call Aram now, is that okay?”

“I wanna throw snow!” Agnes pouted in response.

“You will!”

“The first one?”

“If you get Aram,” Samar bartered.

Samar stayed strong under the withering gaze of a determined five year old and soon enough Agnes relented, a quick grin breaking free as she spun on her heels screaming for Aram.

Within a second she could hear the door creaking back open and a soft thud broke out soon after along with a cry of indignation before giggles that masked it and big footsteps that ran after her.

“Snowball, snowball!”

“Shh!” Samar whispered, handing her another.

The element of surprise wouldn’t be as strong as she’d hoped, but Samar was proud knowing Agnes had gotten him good.

Another set of footsteps stopped in front of them and the two girls smiled innocently at the man standing before them.

Brown eyes raked over the two girls standing ready to fight across from him when he noticed a certain pile of white snow looking oddly similar to snowballs.

The minute he opened his mouth, the attack began with Agnes letting out an excited scream and Samar pelting him along the way.

That was certainly one point for Samar placing her firmly in the lead.

On the second day of their vacation, Aram finally managed to sleep to a respectable hour.

Things seemed to drift back into vague semblance of normalcy. Samar woke up first, took care of breakfast, spent time with Agnes.

And while Aram may have been sleeping, that didn’t mean he hadn’t been scheming.

You see, as Aram lay in bed accepting woeful defeat, he’d come upon a very important fact.

Where Aram was born and raised in the snowy lands of Delaware, Samar had been born and raised in the sweltering heat of Tehran, Iran. He was fairly confident that through all her worldly travels, she’d become acclimated to the snow, but there were certain advantages that having grown up in snow gave him.

He knew better than to surprise her. He had to play to his own strengths, needed to propose a challenge he was fairly certain he could win.

(Even if he couldn’t manage to bribe the would be judge.)

“Day two of the snow games are upon us,” Aram announced, walking out into the open.

Fresh snow had fallen the night before. It was as if the universe was laying down the groundwork for him to succeed.

“That it is, my love,” Samar responded, curiously looking up at Aram as he walked down the few steps and sat right beside her.

“How would you like to build a snowman?”

“A snowman?” Samar questioned.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?” teased Aram.

Samar’s lips easily quirked into a smile and she nodded firmly, placing down her mug on the stairs and getting up to prepare.

Build a snowman they would.

With Agnes tired after a morning filled with playing, keeping her within view was a moderately simple task.

Aram knew better than to ever have underestimated Samar, but there were certain things that he just knew how to do better than her.

Samar played around with the classic materials. She started rolling the snow, trying to keep it nice and steady. She made balls each increasingly smaller that she stacked one over the other. Samar did excellent for what had to be one of her first snowmen.

But for Aram who had years upon years of practice, he went above and beyond. He quickly slipped into the focused determination he so often slipped into at work as he found just the right kind of snow to properly pack together. He went around looking diligently for good stones to use as eyes, for nice twigs to use as arms crossed akimbo.

He made sure that his was not only the most aesthetically pleasing, but technically proficient. He rounded each ball making sure they were smooth around the edges. He packed extra snow around the bottom of each circle making sure they each stayed steady.

Even if Samar managed to miraculously find the better of the decorations to use on her snowman, Aram was certain his snowman would at least fare better structurally.

He hadn’t been actively planning for this competition all week, but he figured that the tiara and scepter he bought Agnes the day before would work well with his magical creation. So he worked and he worked, went in and out of the cabin rifling through the many bags they all had brought until early morning melted into early afternoon and the creation he’d spent all night fussing about finally finished and he took a step back to admire his work.

To say he went above and beyond was an understatement. His snowman was decadent. She was dressed in full princess gear, her snowy cheeks painted red thanks to a sacrificed strawberry flavored drink, a tiara on her head and scepter sticking out from her body.

Samar had finished long ago, ending up with Agnes back on the stairs, watching and giggling as Aram placed his hands on his own hips ready for the judge to announce the winner.

Upon the sudden realization that what they’d been giggling at was him, Aram looked worriedly at Samar’s entry for a moment, fearing that she bested him in a way he never could have anticipated.

But rather than a masterpiece rivaling work of all the world-famous snowmen making artists, Aram was greeted with a haphazard attempt at a snowfigure that already begun to crumble long ago.

It must’ve been something else then…

Samar tapped her head and Aram reached for what should’ve been his beanie, his fingers landing only on cold spikes that spread out from every direction.

Oh, no.

Aram’s eyes widened as he turned around, trying to press down the many spikes, hoping that what he feared wouldn’t turn out to be true.

Please no. No, no, no--

A cold puff of air materialized before him as Samar held up her phone, selfie camera activated so he could see for himself the mess he’d somehow created.

In all the mayhem of making sure this day’s event had been won, somehow Aram had managed to freeze his hair into reddish spikes. The strawberry drink he’d used to color his snowman’s cheeks was mysteriously empty, the bottle having blown off toward the walkway as he pouted in reluctant acceptance.

“It’s definitely a new look,” Samar offered up, sliding her phone away as she reached to get a feel for his hair. “Not as bad as you might think.”

“Does my snowman win at least?” Aram questioned, hoping that at least it’d been worth it.

“Yes, Aram,” Samar admitted with a soft smile saved only for him. “Your snowman wins.”

A tie it was, then. Day three would be reserved for the ultimate tie-breaking game to see who would finally become the sole victor of their very own winter olympics.

The competition had been forgotten for most of their last day in Glenforest. Determination to accomplish all the activities they could in one day served as an excellent way to procrastinate determining the true victor.

It wasn’t until all the bags had been packed and the car had been readied for travels that they realized there was still one activity they hadn’t managed to try out: ice skating.

As Samar rolled out of the parking lot and Aram started to fiddle with the GPS, a few wrong turns were made until eventually they happened upon an ice rink, wonderfully bedazzled with fairy lights, filled with people of all ages laughing and falling, twirling and some more falling, scoring and...well, falling some more.

“You know, the day isn’t over quite yet.”

Aram looked up at her, excitement dancing in his eyes, knowing exactly what she was going to suggest.

“Whoever makes the most goals by the end of the night,” Aram began to declare while they all tied up their shoe laces in preparation for the rink.

“The hockey area seems full,” Samar pointed out, trying to get Agnes’ tiny feet into her own set of skates.

“We can make our own goals,” Aram offered back, tilting his head sideways, trying to see how they could make ice skating into a fair competition.

There were buckets scattered in the rink ready for the taking, but Aram figured that those would be better left for the kids who really needed it rather than their own grand competition.

Holding Agnes’ hand, Samar stood, contemplating along with him.

“How about whoever makes it from one end to the next first?” she offered.

As Agnes reached up for Aram’s hand, he looked down and smiled, content with the possibility.

That he could do.

It took them a little while to get acclimated. Samar and Aram, being used to the concept, made it around the ice rink a few times together with Agnes in between them who was more than happy to be pulled with them wherever they decided to go.

As time went on, however, Agnes started to get restless and they found her a stack of colorful buckets for her to move around with all on her own. They stood away from her for just a second, watching as she managed to go around and make friends with new children and independently explore, people making way for her to pass. Enough time elapsed to where they felt sure she knew what to do. They kept her well within eyesight, let her mill around on her own before deciding it was time to end this once and for all.

The more time they spent on the rink, the more people seemed to filter in. It had gotten to the point where they could hardly see the other side of the rink. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel seemed almost nonexistent.

At their side stood Agnes looking as elegant as she always did, one small hand in the air, the other steady on her bucket.

“Weady?” she asked, preparing herself to announce the beginning of the end. “One..”

Samar and Aram both crouched into ready positions, the two of them separated by the crowd of people enjoying their own adventures, unfazed by the war that’d soon explode around them.

“Two!”

Each of them plotted their path. Sought out small breaks in the throng of people that never seemed to end. Planned strategies on how to avoid collisions with innocent passerbyers.

“Three!”

But all of their meticulous planning went out the window as soon as they surged forward, desperate to win their well-deserved gifts.

There was not a chance in the world Samar would let Aram keep his bike in the living room. She refused to have it looming in the corner, wheels tracking dirt on their floor, sticking out for them both to trip.

But even with that in mind as Aram swerved, nearly falling to avoid bulldozing down a sweet toddler, she couldn’t help but reach out to catch him.

She hated that damn bike, but she did love her soon to be husband.

While Aram was determined to win, he couldn’t help but want to stay alive. It was no secret that grace wasn’t his forte. He could skate; he was capable of doing it, but just like with most things, going too fast made him clumsy and he really didn’t want a repeat of the time he’d needed a cast to reset his wrist.

Determination was a powerful thing. It made focus unbreakable, it made everything else unimportant, made losing something akin to a sacrilegious crime.

In a race with one victor, there was always meant to be a loser, but what the pair hadn’t expected was for both of them to lose. For when they managed to get back around the rink, dashing forward, slipping around other people, they both slowed to a stop realizing Agnes was moving forward, her face scrunched with steely determination, pushing her basket right along as she slowly made her way back to the starting line.

“Hey, sweetie?” Aram carefully asked, slowly making his way along with Samar after her, wanting to see how on earth she’d managed to beat them both.

“I win!” she cheered excitedly. “I wiiin!”

She most certainly had. How exactly, they’d never be quite sure, but Agnes had made it around the rink faster than either of them had.

“What do you win, love?” asked Samar.

They really hadn’t planned for that specific outcome.

With a smirk matching one they so often saw her mother wear while interrogating the most devious of criminals, Agnes simply tutted forward with her stack of buckets, making her way out of the rink and back into the car.

To say she was excited would be an understatement. She was happy and restless and couldn’t go to sleep.

She was trapped in the car seat, uncomfortable yes, but she was going home enveloped with teddy bears and she’d had so much chocolate!

Chocolate was her favorite! Chocolate was the best. She had a great big lollipop that she got for mommy and she got a cuddly bear for daddy!

But her favorite was the big cuddly stuffed pig she got. It was just so cozy and so soft and so pretty.

It took her only a few moments into their hours long journey before she finally dozed off. Aram and Samar would say it was a sugar crash, but Agnes would always know that it was the power of Mr. Oinks that forced her to sleep. He was just too squishy and made for a nice pillow.

By the time they arrived back in DC it was late. Dusk had settled across the sky, the world bathed in a soft purple hue. All the colors the sun had proudly shone off before were replaced with the artificial coloring of street lamps and traffic lights. They were beautiful still, but in a different sort of way.

And unlike before, when Samar and Aram had shown up at the end of their trip, parking was easy to find. While Samar reached for all the bags Agnes had brought and later accumulated, Aram reached in to grab the little girl and rest her on his chest while the other bravely reached for the car seat hoping that it wouldn’t tumble out of his hand and break.

Luckily for them, there was a functioning elevator in Liz’s building letting them rest for a moment before having to begin to shuffle things back out again.

Samar had called Ressler earlier, wanting to make sure Liz recovered enough to make bringing Agnes home safe and with the confirmation that it was, Samar and Aram stood patiently, waiting for the door to open and Agnes to return home.

To their surprise it was Liz who answered with a smile on her face, reaching out for her daughter, inviting them both in along the way.

“We gotta get home,” Samar argued in response to the invitation to stay.

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Ressler answered back, his hand around Liz’s waist as they all contently watched Agnes sleep, a rare moment of peace for them all.

“It was our pleasure,” Aram answered, exhaustion weighing him down enough to want nothing more than to be back in his own bed with Samar beside him ready to drift into a restful sleep.

With final greetings being echoed out all one after another, Samar and Aram eventually made it out safely, managing the trip back to their own apartment well-enough, leaving their bags in the trunk, too tired to carry them back up stairs with them.

There was hardly anything left in them and it wasn’t a bad thing. All they wanted at the end of such a day was the same peace and tranquility they always found in each other. All three of them had had fun and it would be a trip they’d talk about for years to come, a tradition of sorts, at times with Agnes and at times without. Although their bet never officially had a winner, at the end of the day, they couldn’t be happier with the prize being the simple life they always managed to gift one another.

#the blacklist secret santa #mis cosas #ah katie i'm so sorry it's so late! 😫#hopefully you'll be able to read it tomorrow morning?#anyways i really do hope you like it! :D #fluff isn't what i usually write so i hope i did alright!#much love to you lovely! <3 #happy holidays

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The Little White Dress: An Ella Mills Ficlet

A week or so ago, @queen-of-the-merry-men said she headcanoned Ella broke into the Tremaine manor to get her old Christening gown for Lucy to wear. It turned into this one-shot.

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The manor has changed a lot since Ella moved into it as a child. It had once been vibrant with cream-colored rose wallpaper and cozy furniture. She and her sisters would spend hours in the garden (being mindful of Cecelia’s herbs), hunting for bugs and having tea parties with their dolls. At night, they’d choose one of their rooms to have sleepovers in. It was rare they slept in their own bedroom for the first few years, until Cecelia and Marcus finally insisted that the girls needed to start getting used to doing things on their own. It had been a hard adjustment, but nonetheless, they still did everything together.

Until the night Tremaine returned and everything changed.

After Cecelia left and Tremaine moved back into the main house, the manor was redecorated. The wallpaper was stripped and black stripes were put up in its place. The once comfortable furniture was replaced with cold and unfeeling silver and maroon pieces that Tremaine had found from a faraway village. Ella had asked her father why he allowed for such things, but he simply told her to mind her step-mother. She was the woman of the house. What she said went.

That meant that the traditions were gone. On Christmas Eve, they used to hang their socks by the fireplace for Papá Noel and read stories. The following morning, they’d open presents and sing carols. Cecelia would make spiced hot chocolate and honey biscuits. The girls scarfed them down while their parents curled up on the couch together, watching the scene with a look in their eyes. They had been so happy.

With Tremaine, they were expected to be in bed early. There was no talk of Papá Noel. Even though Ella was old enough to know he didn’t exist, it still hurt. The first time she asked, Tremaine called her a baby and reprimanded her for wanting to celebrate so soon after the death of her sister. The next morning there were no gifts, Marcus hadn’t chopped down a tree that year. The box of handmade decorations made by all three girls was still stuffed away in the cellar. It wouldn’t be removed. Even in the years that they would celebrate, Tremaine would purchase fancy golden balls and wreaths. Ella never got any presents. She was told to host the many guests they had at the manor. Her father looked just as miserable as she did.

When her 15th birthday was approaching, she had asked about a Quinceañera. She knew it was a long shot, but it was something she and her mother had planned for months. Tremaine turned her nose up at the idea. She asked why Ella thought this milestone was anything important to celebrate? When Ella tried to explain it like Cecelia had to her, Tremaine told her to shut up and instructed her to go clean the fireplace. Ella did as instructed, with tears in her eyes. Drizella had a grand birthday thrown that year and Ella resented her during every moment of it, as she served all of her friends.

Now, Ella was a mother herself. She was determined to keep Cecelia’s traditions alive, no matter what. On Christmas Eve, she would tell her all about Papá Noel. She was already knitting her sock to hang on the fireplace on the cottage Henry was building them. Never would Lucy go without presents or knowing how loved she was. When the time came, Lucy would also have a quinces. It would be however she wanted it. A part of Ella felt blessed that her mother-in-law was Latina as well and could help her with the affair.

The first tradition, however, was her daughter’s baptism. Henry had let her plan it out exactly as she wanted, not caring how crazed she got. She found the church her mother had baptized her in, with the exact priest as well. They had Tiana on food, since she had shown her expertise with that. After careful consideration, they had picked her for godmother as well. Archie would be Lucy’s godfather and had agreed to travel with Snow, David and Emma for the ceremony.

There was just one thing missing: the christening gown itself.

While Tremaine had helped them turn Drizella into a statue, it had been a short-lived team-up. She had gotten what she wanted out of the deal, her daughter no longer a threat. However, she still made it clear that she blamed Ella for what happened to Anastasia. Ella was also nowhere near ready to forgive her for the amount of abuse that Tremaine had laid upon her. So, they agreed upon a truce. Tremaine would leave them alone and vice versa. It would’ve worked out perfectly if only Ella’s christening gown hadn’t been in the old manor.

She didn’t tell her husband or anyone what she was doing. Henry would try to talk her out of it, say they could just buy Lucy a new one. That wouldn’t have been the same. Ella needed it to be the same one that she wore to her own. It was tradition. Regina and Tiana would have for sure wanted to come as back up. No, this was something Ella had to do on her own.

Ella took a few trips past the manor to see when Tremaine would be gone. She finally figured out when she took her weekly trip to the market and the changing of the guards. With Drizella now a statute, this would be a lot easier than she originally planned.

She snuck in through one of the windows, tumbling in through the kitchen. Ella pushed herself up onto her feet and grabbed for her sword, wanting to be prepared for anything. She walked down the rickety stairs to the cellar that had been her bedroom for her final years in the home. The cot was still there, with the lone pillow and blanket. She had only been moved there once her father had been killed. The damp, cold and dark room made her sick most of the time. She had to power through it and perform her duties unless she wanted to face the wrath of Tremaine. God, she hated living down there.

Fumbling through her pocket, she found the match she had brought and lit the lantern in her other hand. The hat boxes piled high against the walls. A part of her was surprised that they were all still here. She would’ve thought Tremaine would have burned or sold all of her mother’s possessions by now. Why hold onto the things of the woman who supposedly ruined everything you held so dear? Well, according to her father, it hadn’t just been Cecelia in her mother’s mind. Gothel had been at fault too.

Ella took a step forward and scanned the wall until she found the one she was looking for. The box was bright blue with a hyacinth on the front. She carefully removed it from the middle, not wanting it to cause the rest to fall. Lifting the lid, she took out the dress. It was so tiny. Had she really once been as small as Lucy? That pure, so innocent and naïve of how cruel the world could be?

Oh, how she hoped she could keep Lucy from figuring that out.

The dress was still white as snow, with enough lace and frills to cover a town. There was a matching bonnet. According to Cecelia’s stories, this had been in their family for generations, she had worn it to her own christening, as had her mother before her. As Ella felt the dress between her fingertips, she felt closer to her mother. For so many years, she thought she had run away. That she hadn’t cared. In all reality, she had done it to protect two of the people she had loved more than anything in the world.

A week later, she stood in the church that she had been christened. Lucy wiggled in her arms. The dress was a bit big on her and the bonnet nearly covered her beautiful brown eyes. Henry stood beside Ella, his hand on the small of her back, beaming down at his two girls. Tiana and Archie were on the other side of the priest, their eyes also on their goddaughter-to-be.

This was the first major tradition of Lucia Cecelia Mills’ life. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

#glass believer #ella mills #henry mills #lucy mills #rapunzel tremaine #cecelia tremaine #marcus tremaine #ouat #once upon a time

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The Long Road to Family

Chapter 9- Reunions pt.1

AO3

In which things couldn’t be more awkward if they’d planned it that way.

As Catherine of Aragon walks toward the destination she'd been given, she can't help but think through every possible unpleasant situation that could occur. Chief among them is that she gets there to find only Anne. She tries to avoid thinking about the discomfort of the two of them reuniting with only them there. It's enough to make her physically cringe.

She works through a number of awkward scenarios in her head, and her mind tries desperately to imagine how it would react in the situation, and how she could get out of there as soon as possible. Her mind has always had that tendency—to overthink, over-analyse. It's caused her plenty pain and stress in the past. And it's followed her into the next life, apparently.

The door to the building is fairly uninspiring; it's just a small community centre, and not a very well-funded one. Catalina's not really aware of this, though, as she's unfamiliar with the concept of a community centre as whole. All she sees is a squat little brick building, adorned with flyers for a number of events, some of which have already passed. As she approaches, the glass doors open on their own and she jumps a little. This new world doesn't seem to run out of quirks.

With some apprehension, she enters, and does her best to swallow the awful feeling of trepidation that's built up over the course of her journey. She knows she'll be one of the first there; it's only 5:30 am. She'd given up on trying to sleep and opted to turn up early instead. Still, that means she's more likely to be stuck in the awkwardness of trying to interact one-on-one with somebody.

She isn't sure which of the five she thinks will be less uncomfortable. She never really knew any of them except for Anne, and that had been ill-fated.

The woman who is waiting there in the room, however, is not any of them. She is the one person Catalina would not have expected, and probably one of the last people she would hope for. But Aragon doesn't know that yet.

She takes stock of this stranger—not someone she recognises, of course. None of them look like their old selves now. She's got dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and a full fringe. Catalina scans her face for anything that might be familiar; anything that might hint at who she's looking at. She finds nothing.

"Hi." The woman says, voice slightly shaking. Evidently, she's as nervous as Catalina is.

"Hi. Early morning?"

"Couldn't sleep." The woman's voice is blunt. She seems to relax a little with Catalina's friendly tone, though.

She lets out a small huff in response.

"Yeah, me neither. Too much to- Too much of an adjustment, I suppose."

"Yeah, we didn't really sleep, either. The others are still watching TV, I think. I needed some air, so... thought I'd just head out."

"Others?" As far as Catalina had been aware, the six of them had been roomed individually.

"The other Ladies in Waiting, sorry. Maggie, Joan, Maria? We, um... We came back too. Sorry, we should probably have done introductions by now."

Catalina laughs, but part of her is still fixated on a particular name. Her Maria? Was she back too?

"Yeah, probably."

"Bessie." She holds out a hand. "Bessie Blount."

"Catalina." Her voice is as neutral as it can be. Bessie lowers the hand.

And, for what feels like another five centuries, the two of them stand there. And they stare at each other. And they try to figure out just how the fuck they're supposed to react to this.

Because there's no guidebook for this. No "How To Deal With Being Resurrected 500 Years In The Future And Meeting Your Ex-husband's Mistress Again For Dummies.” Neither of them even know where to begin.

So they stand, and they stare. And their minds race.

All of her thinking; her planning, and Catalina had never been prepared for this. It should have occurred to her sooner—she should have been ready for the worst, and here it was. She wants to disappear. She doesn't want to have to negotiate this situation right now. She hasn't slept, and she'd been dead up until yesterday afternoon. She's in no state to deal with this.

But she's here. And there's no getting out of it.

Bessie. After all this time. She's older now, though Catalina supposes they've all changed in appearance, anyway. She looks the other woman in the eyes—neither of them have been able to break their tense eye-contact yet—and she can almost see that scared teenager all over again.

She's angry. But she's also guilty. And sad. And confused. And- happy? She doesn't know any more. All she knows is it's far too much for one person to feel at once. And, from the look on her face, Bessie is feeling something similar.

She doesn't know if she wants to scream and shout, or cry, or embrace the other woman. Or punch her in the face. She can't make sense of all the conflicting feelings inside her, so she stand there.

Still.

They play this game of emotional chicken, where they both stand there in stoic silence, and wait for the other to make a move. Neither wants to sacrifice their pride by being the first to react.

And then she caves. And her arms are around the other woman, and she might be crying but she can't be sure.

"What are you doing?" Bessie is stiff in her arms.

"I don't know."

"Me neither." Her arms move up, slowly, to return the embrace.

"Okay."

Neither of them are sure how long they stand there like that, only that they're both definitely crying and they aren't entirely certain why.

It's been a long time coming, that's for sure. And they're still going to have a lot to talk about; and argue about. But it's a start. And they need it; both of them. Desperately.

And how can Catalina hate the girl, anyway? She was only one in a long, long line of women. She can't exactly hold it against her. If nothing else, her reading has assured her that, had it not been for Bessie, Henry would only have found some other woman to be unfaithful with. It had never been about Bessie. It had always been him.

They don't know how much time passes, but they're interrupted by the entrance of someone new. And, without skipping a beat, they both shift away from each other lightning-fast. Even if they are beginning to make amends, they're both too prideful to let their vulnerability show for someone else.

"Oh. Sorry." The newcomer looks sheepish. Catalina shifts awkwardly.

The new woman is shorter than Catalina, and her curly dark hair is piled on top of her head. Her head is tilted slightly, as she analyses the situation.

A hand is outstretched towards her. Catalina takes it.

"Cathy. Cathy Parr." She gives a slightly uneasy smile, as she tries to lighten the mood.

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Christ. She's only just got here and she's already made a mess of it. She's never been the best at social interactions. Heated discussions? Yes. She could convince someone that the sky was green, with enough effort. But introductions, and everyday conversation?

She has the urge to dive out of a window.

"Catherine of Aragon." The taller woman replies. Cathy smiles, though she's still reeling with her fight-or-flight instinct.

"Ah! My namesake, then."

"Yeah." The other woman smiles back, but the energy between them is still awkward.

Cathy is incredibly curious about the other woman; she has a million questions she wants to ask, but she doesn't know where to start, and she doesn't want to overstep the boundary between them.

She doesn't know her, after all. She's a stranger, despite being her Goddaughter. There's a bit of something in her—the part that's still a young girl—that wants to reach out. To create that kind of bond between them, but Cathy had never been good at that sort of thing. So she doesn't; not yet, at least.

"Bessie Blount." Says the other woman, who until now had been giving the others the chance to acquaint themselves.

"You're here too?"

"A few of us, yeah. No idea how."

"That's odd."

"All of this is incredibly odd." Catalina cuts in.

There's still an awkward tension between the other two, which Cathy hopes not to find herself in the middle of.

"You're not wrong." Bessie concedes.

Slowly, the silence between them returns. Cathy wants to break it, but she isn't sure what to say. She wants this to be her chance. It's not every day you come back to life. Cathy has to believe that it's happening for a reason, and she wants to seize the opportunity. Why can't she do it? The more she tries to force herself to reach out, the larger the distance between them seems to become.

What was she thinking anyway? Catalina is just a stranger to her and she's going to want rid of her just as much as Bessie.

"Did you guys do any reading last night?" Stupid. It's not exactly the most novel way to continue the conversation, and both of the other women look a little uncomfortable. The moments before a response are excruciatingly long.

"A little yeah." Catalina's voice is sombre. "Nothing I wanted to know though." There's something broken in her tone, and it doesn't take much for Cathy to figure out what's gotten to her like that. And there's nothing Cathy can do to alleviate that.

Of course Catalina won't want her to be any kind of Goddaughter. She'd only be some pathetic imitation of what she'd lost. An insult to any positive memory she had left.

"No." Cathy replies, her voice conveying more hurt than she intended. "Me neither."

They fall into uncomfortable silence again, and Cathy mentally kicks herself. She prays that someone else gets here soon to relieve this discomfort between them all. Cathy had come here ready to be a mediator between a group of women she expected would be all too ready to fight each other. But there doesn't seem to be much fight left in them so far.

#six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #catherine of aragon #bessie on the bass #Catherine Parr

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Minx (Prologue)- Stud Sequel

Read Stud Here!

Warnings: Pregnancy talk, angst and descriptive anxiety attacks, flashbacks, soft smut.

Co writer: @musicalprostitutedear (formerly: @ livingtheoklife)

Hey guys! We’re so excited to be writing this, we’ve been planning this since like the last chapter of Stud and we hope you enjoy!

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Brian...

Brian tossed and turned around in the bed he could feel Roger shift around next to him. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day and boy, they weren't ready. Brian reached out to Roger, who was kicking and shifting uncontrollably and pulled him into his chest.

"Can't sleep, Rog?"

"How can I? I'm too excited."

"Breath, we have no idea if it will happen tomorrow or the day after," Brian reassured his lover.

"I know, I know..."

Brian could feel the anxiousness rolling off of Roger making him bite back a laugh. He knew Roger hated waiting and had no patience when it comes to something he wants.

"Do you plan on sleeping or do you want me to make us coffee?"

Brian held Roger in his arms as he flipped over and whining, "I can't sleep no matter how hard I try stud."

"So are you telling me to get up and make coffee?"

"Yes."

Brian pushed himself out from underneath Roger with a fake sigh while Roger giggled profusely.

"Anything for you."

Brian walked into the small kitchen and started to brew the coffee that he had already prepared for the morning in case of a situation arising. He leaned against the counter, inhaling sharply. Their flat was piled high with different moving boxes. It was a bittersweet sight but it made Brian happy to have a house of their own. Brian noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned around to see his husband with adorable messy hair staring at him.

"Like what you see," He asked with a wink.

"Mmm...definitely."

Roger sauntered over, Brian followed his eyes down to his own pair of boxers before looking back into Roger's eyes.

"Such a mess at two A.M, minx?"

"Being a horny mess for you doesn't have a curfew daddy."

Brian wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and pulled their hips together.

"It's going to need a curfew here soon, naughty thing."

Brian smirked as Roger pushed himself against Brian's hip.

"Well, I guess we have to make up for the lost time."

He leaned down and captured Roger's lip before picking him up, keeping his hands underneath Roger's arse. Roger was quick to move away and rest his forehead against Brian's.

"I love you, so much."

"I love you too," Brian gently set Roger back on the ground but refused to release him from the embrace, "Have you talked to your sister recently?"

"Yeah, this morning, I wanted to make sure if she was doing okay. She said she was feeling pretty decent, nothing out of the ordinary."

Brian tried to force himself not to sigh but it came out. He could hardly contain his excitement.

"We should probably call her soon, see how she's doing."

"Really? This early? She's probably asleep," Rogers head moved to Brian's shoulder, "Besides she needs as much rest as she can get."

"Doubt it, the baby is probably kicking and punching her to death. Give her a call, make her happy!"

Brian was attempting to keep things positive but poor Clare is probably exhausted from the baby. He released his husband for his grasp as he nodded and walked toward the phone but it started to ring before he could pick it up.

"Hello?"

Brian walked over and leaned against the wall trying his best to listen in on the conversation. The call was short lived as the line went dead and Roger hung up the phone.

"That was Clare...um...and...we gotta go!"

Brian was frozen. He had no clue what to do. Everything fell into place as Roger started to scramble around the flat to grab their belongings and Brian darted for the baby bag that was neatly placed on their dresser. He pulled on a dirty pair of sweatpants and shirt before sprinting out to the car with Roger.

Brian held a death grip onto the car as Roger skidded into a parking spot. Roger ran out of the car into the hospital Brian following close behind with the baby bag.

"Oh my god...oh my god..."

Roger chanted as they stood in the waiting room. Brian let one of the nurses know that they were here for Claire before returning to his husband. Roger gripped onto his hand making him wince.

Minutes later a nurse appeared from the long hallway.

"Mr. and Mr. May you can go to the room now, she's about 8 centimeters dilated now so it's about time! So if you'll just follow me we can get you right in!"

Brian stared at Roger before hastily walking to follow the nurse. When they arrived at the room Claire was a smiling, overjoyed mess.

"Clare!" Brian said enthusiastically as he walked over to her bedside.

"Hey guys," Clare said with a welcoming but annoyed tone, "Also, you owe me big time, this baby is going bonkers."

"Just a while more and you'll no longer have to feel the baby kicking the shit out."

Brian was a giddy mess as he looked at the baby bump. Their baby was on the way. They all laughed before Claire froze and gripped the bed, groaning in pain.

"Oh shit, Clare-bear are you okay?"

"Um, no!"

"We'll stop surrounding you, do you need anything though Clare?"

"Ugh, no, just this baby out of me," Clare sighed as she rubbed her stomach, "I'm going to miss explaining to my coworkers about how I'm pregnant with my drag queen brother's baby."

"I don't know if we can both muster up the words to thank you for doing this for us, Clare, for caring our baby."

"Oh my god, yeah, you're a legend, Clare."

"Oh don't flatter me so much." Brian stepped back as two nurses stepped into view.

"Alright, Clare, your ten centimeters, it's time to push okay? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Yeah a lot," Clare complained.

Brian desperately wanted to pace the room but he knew Clare would smack the ever loving shit out of him. So he walked around to other side of the bed and took Claire's hand.

"You're amazing Claire."

Brian forced himself not to freak out as Claire screamed out in pain with every push. Between Roger's grip earlier and now Clare's he thought his hand was going to break. All the tension in the room ceased when an ear-piercing wail echoed around the room.

"It's a girl!"

Brian looked up to see the nurse cleaning off their baby. His eyes instantly went foggy with tears as their little girl continued to cry. He kissed Clare's hand before walking over to Roger and pulling him into a tight embrace as they carried out the basic procedures. They let Clare cut the cord before the nurse took her back to weigh her and other things.

"We're parents Brian, we have a little girl."

Brian watched as the nurse swaddled their baby in a soft pink blanket and hat on her head before walking over. She was still crying as the nurses handed over her to Clare.

"Look at her, Rog, our baby," Brian sobbed.

"She's so beautiful."

Brian kneeled down next to Roger as they admired their baby.

"It seems she has the Taylor genes,' Clare said with a laugh.

She really did. A small curl of blonde hair could be seen as the small hat fell off her head and her squinted baby blue eyes staring up at Roger who was smiling wide.

"Hi pretty girl, hi! Hi there!"

Clare shifted before passing her to Roger was tearing up once again as he held their baby. Brian stood behind him and wrapping his arms around his hips while leaving pecks at the base of his neck. Their little girl reached up to play with Roger's hair making Brian giggle.

"She's perfect, our little Daisy."

Brian reached his hand around to rub her soft head.

"Oh god, what if she has unruly, curly blonde hair. I'm going to have to get up even earlier to help her with her hair."

"Oh baby, you know I can help you with that, I've gotten quite good at helping you with your curly mess," Roger said before gasping, "Wait until Freddie and Deaky here the news."

Brian chuckled but wasn't listening one-hundred percent of what Roger said.

"Give her here, my turn to hold her," Brian demanded before moving to sit down in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to Clare's bed.

"Alright daddy, I guess you deserve a turn," Roger passed the baby to Brian who was forcing himself not to spill any tears (which obviously didn't work) as he held his daughter for the first time.

"Our little flower," Brian choked out as he stared down at her. He watched as Roger leaned down to kiss her small forehead before he felt a peck on his own.

"I'm so happy Brian, this is a dream come true."

Brian couldn't respond, he moved over so Roger could sit next to him as they both talked about their little Daisy.

Two days later and a whole bunch of necessary paperwork they could finally take their Daisy home. Brian stood next to a desk as he looked at two different outfits. One was a pastel pink dress with white pants and a flowery headband while the other was a purple onesie with a hoodie.

"Clare, which one do you think we should take her home in."

"The pink one obviously," Clare said as she picked up the headband, "it's just too cute."

Brian handed Roger the outfit and packed the onesie back into the baby bag. He made sure he had all of her blankets and belongings before walking over to where Roger was dressing her.

"Who is that? Is that your daddy?"

Daisy lifted her tiny hand to make a grabby motion at Brian. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before holding her tiny hand.

"I'll call Fred and Deaky once we're home. Freddie is probably pacing around wondering when they can come by," Brian joked as he helped Roger dress Daisy.

"Oh God, poor Deaky has to deal with that."

When they reached the flat they set up the crib while Daisy took a nap on the bed (which they still watched her with close supervision) before she woke up and was ready to play. Roger took care of her while Brian rang Freddie that they could come to visit. It wasn't long before Freddie and Deaky were banging on the front door.

"Hello gays," Brian chuckled as he stepped back and let them into the flat.

"I could say the same to you now where is my goddaughter!"

"With Roger in the sitting room."

Deaky gave a quick congratulations before following after Freddie enthusiastically.

"Hey lovelies!"

Brian followed the couple into the bedroom to see his husband and the couple surrounding a giggling Daisy.

"She's gorgeous you two! I'm going to spoil her till death," Freddie exclaimed as bopped her nose.

"We could always have a kid of our own, Freddie," Deaky said with a wink.

"Yes! You guys should!"

Roger jumped up with Daisy cradled in his arms. Brian leaned against the wall as he watched the group talk.

"Anyone want to hold her?"

Roger asked the couple before looking down at Daisy who was tightly gripping a small plush bear.

"You got your little bear? Got your little teddy!"

Brian was beaming with happiness when Roger smiled making Daisy smile as well.

"Love, you can hold her first I'm too nervous!"

Deaky rolled his eyes as he walked up to Roger to take Daisy and cradle her in his arms.

"She's a big girl, aren't you," Deaky said while talking in a baby voice.

"Isn't she so heavy for such a little thing?"

Brian's eyes moved from Deaky and Daisy to Roger, who was walking over to him. His husband wrapped his arms around him as they both watch Deaky hold their daughter.

"You two would be lovely parents."

"One day, I hope, just not now dear," Freddie spoke with a hint of disappointment.

"You'll always have us to help. Daisy is going to need a future friend!"

"But for now, you'll be our babysitters," Roger teased.

"Alright, hand over the baby you hog. I want to hold her," Deaky stepped closer to Freddie before gently placing a half-asleep Daisy into Freddie's arm.

"oh my god... she's so precious... a little princess, I'm gonna cry."

"Freddie would you like me to get you some tissues?"

"No, no. I'm fine!"

Brian chuckled, he looked down at Roger and kissed the top of his head. For a few minutes, it was quiet as Freddie rocked Daisy before she started to wake up. She was fine until she let out a choke which turned into small sobs and then she was wailing.

"Oh no, did I do something? Did I hurt her," Freddie panicked.

"No Fred, she's probably just hungry."

Brian walked over to take Daisy out of his arms and laid her in her crib. Roger walked up from behind him and leaned over the crib, a bottle in hand.

Brian stepped back to watch Roger help feed Daisy as Freddie and Deaky did the same.

"You're a natural, Roger," Deaky said as he sat down. Roger set the bottle down before picking up Daisy to burp her before laying her back down.

"Yeah, I have to admit...I did read some parenting books."

"Some," Brian said with air quotations making Freddie and Deaky giggle.

"More than that, darling, you have that natural maternal instinct."

Brian and Deaky nodded in agreement.

"You guys think so?" Roger wrapped his arms around Brian, "You're doing a great job too you know?"

"Yes, yes."

Deaky and Freddie stood up, "Well I guess we'll get out of your hair. Call if you need anything at all."

"Of course, we'll need a break eventually."

"Oh..we'll definitely need a break."

Roger ran his hands up Brian's check making him suppress a groan. The stress leading up to Daisy's birth they had no sex and god he was getting needy.

"Alright, we'll leave you horny bastards!"

Freddie and Deaky grabbed their belongings before leaving. Brian turned to pull Roger onto his chest.

"I've missed you, daddy," His husband whispered.

"I'm here love and I'm not going anywhere."

"Maybe...later we could..." Brian groaned as he felt Roger's cold hands slide up his chest, "Shag."

"Can't go a few days without my cock can you baby boy."

"Of course not daddy, I love it too much," Roger kissed him and Brian melted into it before he pulled away, "Oh! I said I was going to pack the storage space today, are you going to be okay?"

"I guess you tease go on."

Brian stepped back and walked into the bedroom to see Daisy asleep. He laid down on the bed closing his eyes to try even a minute of sleep. He did, for only a few minutes, the house went quiet sobs coming from the storage room. Brian pushed back the covers and took off running.

"Roger," He shouted as he stepped into the room to see Roger shaking and sobbing, "Love, what's happened... are you okay?"

Brian looked down and saw the photo, there he stood with Mick. Brian snatched the photo off the floor and tore into small pieces. He picked up Roger and carried him into the bedroom.

"Look at me, baby."

Roger's eyes reluctantly met his, "I'm s-sorry."

"Baby, what are you apologizing for," Brian cooed. He lifted Roger's damp shirt over his head while rubbing soothing circles along his back. He leaned against the headboard and laid Roger against his chest.

"I-I shouldn't be reacting like this, he's where he deserves to be. But every day I wake up and...I'm so scared that he's going to come back," Roger looked down at Daisy before turning back to him, "And...And now I worry about her, God, I worry about her..."

"Nobody is gonna hurt you or Daisy . I'll kill anyone who touches my babies," Brian's voice was sharp, "You have us love, we're here now and we aren't going to ever leave you."

Brian smiled as Roger moved closer and kissed him.

"You better not go anywhere," Roger said against his lips.

"I promise you I'm not going anywhere."

Brian kissed Roger's forehead and peaked over at Daisy. He felt Roger playing with his hair but he didn't look over at him until he pulled one of his hairs.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Brian paused, "We should probably try and get some sleep before Daisy wakes up."

"I agree."

Brian covered him and Roger with a thick blanket and drifted off to sleep.

They probably got a half an hour asleep before they were woken by Daisy's cries.

"Babe."

Brian tried to shake Roger awake before he woke up with a gasp.

"I-I'm," His husband yawned, "on it."

Brian sat up as Roger padded over to Daisy and picking her up.

"Aww, poor baby," Roger whispered as he held her, "What's wrong sweet girl?"

Both Brian and Roger chuckled as she immediately stopped crying and let out a stuffy giggle, "You little stinker, you just wanted attention didn't yah?"

Roger walked back to bed with Daisy still in his arms. She played with Roger's hair as he sat down on the bed. Brian sat up against the headboard and stared at his husband soothing their daughter. He was overwhelmed with love and affection.

"You're a beautiful mama."

"You're a handsome daddy," Roger mumbled, his cheeks red and eyes looking down at a now sleeping Daisy.

"Put her back down and come here mama," Brian demanded. Roger nodded and moved quickly to set Daisy back into her crib before crawling up on his lap.

"Can...can you call me that again stud," Roger asked as he played with Brian's shirt.

"You like when I call you mama, minx?"

"Yes~" Roger was gripping onto his shirt now and he couldn't help but smirk. He bucked himself up into Roger.

"Do you want daddy to make you feel good mama?"

"Yes, yes," Roger moaned, "I want you to make love to me baby."

"Shh, if you wake up Daisy I won't be able to."

Brian pulled Roger's boxers down until they dangled around his knees before pushing his own boxers down and taking his cock. Roger squirmed and whimpered as Brian strokes him slowly.

"Think you can cum just from daddy's hand or do you want to beg for my cock?"

Brian laughed as Roger buried his face into Brian's neck but he fell silent when Roger nipped at his neck.

"Please...I miss your cock."

"Let me see your face as I make love to you. Please, mama." Brian's voice was soft but thick with arousal. Roger sat back up and Brian cupped his chin.

"Fuck..." Roger moved against Brian making him moan softly.

"You're so beautiful, mama."

Brian groaned as Roger scratched his chest a smirk on his face.

"God, you're destroying me and you've barely t-touched me yet daddy."

Brian lined himself up with Rogers entrance as he teased him with his tip.

"Uh... fuck..."

"Give mama that cock, daddy, please."

Brian slowly thrust up into Roger while gripping onto his shoulder.

"You feel so good... so warm."

"Fuck me slowly daddy, I wanna feel you."

"Daddy wants nothing more than to pound you into the mattress!" Brian grunted as he was finally sunk inside of Roger. He stared up at Roger a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss him.

"I want that too, but you said we have to be as quiet as possible and you know I can't possibly be quiet you ravage me."

Brian started to move in and out of Roger slowly, biting his lip to contain his moans.

"I love you, mama." He whispered.

"I-I love you too daddy."

Brian took Roger's hips and started to move faster but keeping the thrusts long. He sat up and nipped at his neck.

"Mmm, I've missed you so much." Brian hummed as Roger's breath hitched, "I-I can't believe we have a family now."

"Mm- I can't believe I have a family with you. My handsome husband."

Brian moved Roger back so he could place his mouth around his nipple, sucking over so gently.

"Oh, G-God!" Roger moaned loudly.

"Shh, you have to keep quiet Roger." Brian spat out before moving back to ravaging his husband's chest and nipples.

"Wait...baby...kiss me, please, daddy."

Brian sat back and looked at Roger, "Why should I do that, mama, you gonna beg for me to kiss you... please beg mama."

Brian moaned as Roger moved on Brian's cock.

"Please, daddy, I want to taste your lips, please kiss me, kiss mama."

He had no patience to hold out on the teasing and quickly smashed his lips against his husbands. Roger pushed into the kiss while moving his hips faster.

"F-Fuck!" Brian grunted against Roger's lips as he moved against his rhythm.

"Oh~ Brian..." Roger panted, "You make m-mama feel so good."

Brian moved faster as he felt his lower body start to boil, "so~ close mama, cum with me mama please."

"Daddy!~" Roger howled as ropes of cum splashed against his stomach. Brian pounded into Roger until he felt himself spill deep inside of him. He collapsed against the bed as his cock twitched but he didn't move from Roger.

"That... that was very much needed." Brian chuckled.

"You're correct." Roger laughed as they both peaked on Daisy, "It's a shame I have to go to work tomorrow night...I know Tim said we could bring her over there this morning but...the patrons get so rowdy sometimes."

"We'll take her, eventually, could always take her before the place opens so the queens can meet her."

"That's a good idea babe!" Brian smirked proudly as Roger kissed his chin, "They'll be so excited."

Brian pulled himself out of Roger before crawling out from underneath him to grab a cloth to clean them.

"Well, we have to make it through the night first."

As he walked back into the bedroom with a wet washcloth he shook his head and his husband's wide smile and big innocent eyes. He couldn't suppress a giggle as Roger crawled over to him and pulled him down into a loving kiss.

"Such a minx." He said jokingly.

"Such a stud." Roger giggled and pecked Brian's lips before settling on his back so Brian could clean off their mess. Brian tried to be gentle but he couldn't help but to tickle his husband every chance he got until he was completely cleaned.

Once both him and Roger were cleaned he tossed the rag aside before being pulled down by Roger. Brian made himself comfortable before pulling the clean blanket over them.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too.

Roger...

Roger shifted in the bed, the butterflies dancing around in his stomach making him twitch even more. To think in a few short hours...

"Can't sleep, Rog?" Roger felt himself getting pulled close to his lover that was laying next to him, his rough voice making him smile.

"How can I? I'm too excited."

"Breath, we have no idea if it will happen tomorrow or the day after," Roger felt a pang of annoyance surge through him, he was so eager, and Brian's realistic input made him almost scream in frustration.

"I know, I know..."

"Do you plan on sleeping or do you want me to make us coffee?" Roger let out a whine and rolled over to and buried his face into his husband's chest.

"I can't sleep no matter how hard I try stud."

"So are you telling me to get up and make coffee?"

"Yes." Roger giggled.

"Anything for you." Brian let out a teasing sigh as he heaved himself up and disappeared into the hallway. Roger laid there for a few minutes, then, feeling the butterflies flutter more violent made him climb out of bed and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen, making sure to not to trip over any of the boxes that littered their flat. He now stood in the doorway of the kitchen, admiring his shirtless lover.

"Like what you see," Brian winked. Roger smiled and looked down, one of his long blonde strands fell into his face, he looked back up making sure his eyes lingered teasingly at the boxers Brian had on as he sauntered his way over to his husband.

"Mmm...definitely."

"Such a mess at two A.M, minx?"

"Being a horny mess for you doesn't have a curfew daddy."

"It's going to need a curfew here soon, naughty thing," Roger smirked and pressed himself closer to his husband.

"Well, I guess we have to make up for the lost time." Roger was lifted up off the ground and Brian's pecked at his. Roger couldn't help but giggle more, wrapping his arms around Brian's neck and pulling him into one more kiss. He then placed his forehead up against Brian's unruly morning hair.

"I love you, so much." Brian gently set Roger down, but the little blonde was trapped by his husband's arms.

"Have you talked to your sister recently?

"Yeah, this morning, I wanted to make sure if she was doing okay. She said she was feeling pretty decent, nothing out of the ordinary."

"We should probably call her soon, see how she's doing."

"Really? This early? She's probably asleep." Roger rested his head up against Brian's shoulder, "Besides she needs as much rest as she can get."

"Doubt it, the baby is probably kicking and punching her to death. Give her a call, make her happy!" Roger nodded and he shuffled to the phone on the wall and went to reach for it before it started ringing. His eyebrows rose as he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Roger, it's Clare...it's go time, try not to be a diva and actually be on time." Her breath staggered as the phone hung up. Roger's blue eyes were the size of dinner plates as he looked over at Brian, a scared yet excited smile on his face.

"That was Clare...um...and...we gotta go!" Roger, unlike his husband who was standing there as if his feet had rooted to the floor, bolted down the hallway and started to sloppily get dressed, Brian followed suit minutes later. They were out the door and in the car within a blink of an eye and they sped down the street towards the hospital.

"Oh my god...oh my god..." Roger kept repeating as he turned into the hospital parking lot. He was in a state of shock that blinded him to the fact that they were already sitting in the waiting room. He also didn't realize the death grip he was putting on Brian's poor hand. A couple of minutes later a nurse rounded the corner, a wide smile spread across her face and a clipboard in hand.

"Mr. and Mr. May you can go to the room now, she's about 8 centimeters dilated now so it's about time! So if you'll just follow me we can get you right in!" Roger and Brian stared at each other as they were lead into the room that Clare was in. Once they got inside, Clare was a giddy mess.

"Clare!" Brian beamed and practically skipped over to her bedside. Her blonde hair was plastered against her forehead and her blue eyes looked tired, but her smile was as lively as ever.

"Hey, guys!" Clare looked over at Roger," Also, you owe me big time, this baby is going bonkers."

"Just a while more and you'll no longer have to feel the baby kicking the shit out." Roger smiled when Clare laughed but froze when she gasped in pain, gripping the bed.

"Oh shit, Clare bear are you okay?"

"Um, no!" She let out another disheveled laugh.

"We'll stop surrounding you, do you need anything though Clare?"

"Ugh, no, just this baby out of me." She rubbed her stomach and sighed out,"I'm going to miss explaining to my coworkers about how I'm pregnant with my drag queen brother's baby."

"I don't know if we can both muster up the words to thank you for doing this for us, Clare, for caring our baby."

"Oh my god, yeah, you're a legend, Clare."

"Oh don't flatter me so much." Clare shifted in the bed uncomfortably as two nurses strolled.

"Alright, Clare, your ten centimeters, it's time to push okay? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

"Yeah, a lot," Clare whined. Roger watched as Brian paced over to the other side of Clare, grabbing her hand, Roger did the same kneeling down next to her.

"You're amazing Clare."

It seemed as if the delivery took forever, with Clare squeezing his hand until it turned white and her screaming rattled him to the bone. It was an emotional rollercoaster, but as a small piercing cry rang out in the delivery room, Roger's heart swelled and tears streamed down his face.

"It's a girl!" One of the nurses beamed. Brian ran over to him and pulled him into a hug, he was a sobbing mess. Roger was almost heartbroken when they had to take their little girl away for her first check up to make sure everything was okay. He desperately wanted to hold her and take her home.

"We're parents Brian, we have a little girl." Roger sniffled, he heard his sister cry next to him. God, they were all so emotional. The nurses came back moments later, with their little girl swaddled in a fluffy pink blanket and matching hat. They gave her over to Clare who was cooing at the still crying baby.

"Look at her, Rog, our baby,"

"She's so beautiful." Roger let out a sob and stepped closer to his daughter, kneeling down once more.

"It seems she has the Taylor genes." Clare let out a laugh. Roger had thought that since Brian had to obviously be the one to give a sample for the surrogacy, the baby would look like him, but now staring into the big round tearful blue eyes and the small tufts of blonde hair, he couldn't be more wrong. As soon as their daughter made eye contact with Roger, her screams fade away into a soft gurgle which made him beam.

"Hi pretty girl, hi! Hi there!" Roger was so star struck, but when Clare handed over the tiny girl to him, he completely lost it again. Standing there with his little girl in his arms, sobbing hysterically as she reached out and gripped one of Roger's golden tresses. Roger felt his lover's soft kisses on his neck making his watery smile grow.

"She's perfect, our little Daisy." Brian reached to stroke her little blonde curls.

"Oh god, what if she has unruly, curly blonde hair. I'm going to have to get up even earlier to help her with her hair." Roger let out a laugh but his heart melted as Daisy little lips formed a what looked like the being of a smile.

"Oh baby, you know I can help you with that, I've gotten quite good at helping you with your curly mess." Roger than gasped looked over at Brian, "Wait until Freddie and Deaky here the news." Freddie and Deaky called every day to make sure they hadn't missed anything, it was like they were the ones getting a baby from how excited they were.

"Give her here, my turn to hold her," Roger giggled at the demand as Brian slumped down into the hospital chair.

"Alright daddy, I guess you deserve a turn." He said handing over their daughter to Brian, he then turned over to check on Clare, who was now fast asleep. Roger pulled up another chair and sat next to his husband, who was a mess of tears.

"Our little flower," Roger bent down to give Daisy a kiss on her tiny forehead before giving Brian a kiss as well.

"I'm so happy Brian, this is a dream come true." Roger sniffed, rubbing Daisy's head.

Two days later they were at the hospital, finally getting ready to take their daughter home. Roger and Brian were now standing over two outfits, trying to decide what to take Daisy home in.

"Clare, which one do you think we should take her home in."

"The pink one obviously." Clare picked up the little headband," it's just too cute." Roger grabbed the outfit and walked gently over to Daisy who wiggling around on the changing table.

"What you doin' wiggle worm? Huh? Ready to go home?" He cooed at her as he pulled white pants over her legs. He then pulled on the dress and looked over to see Brian crossing over,"Who is that? Is that your daddy?" Roger laughed as Daisy reached her little hand out for Brian, slowly curling in her fingers in a grabby motion. Brian held her hand and kissed her forehead.

"I'll call Fred and Deaky once we're home. Freddie is probably pacing around wondering when they can come by," Roger and Brian got Daisy dressed.

"Oh God, poor Deaky has to deal with that." Roger laughed and then Clare and his husband were out the door. They got back the flat and started to set up the wooden crib that his mom has given them at the baby shower in their bedroom. Once they were done, Roger walked over to the bed to play with Daisy while Brian phoned Freddie and Deaky. Roger heard the front door open and talking in the other room and he looked over at Daisy who was smiling up at him and waving her little arms around and kicking her feet.

"Guess who's come to visit little flower! You're going to love Freddie and Deaky." Roger kissed her forehead before propping her up on his lap. The door swung open moments later, the other couple excitedly running over to greet the little girl.

"Hey, lovelies!" Roger smiled and held Daisy arm to wave her little hand at them.

"She's gorgeous you two! I'm going to spoil her till death," Freddie grasped as he lovingly booped Daisy's nose.

"We could always have a kid of our own, Freddie," Roger lit up.

"Yes! You guys should!" Roger stood up, Daisy cradled in his arms, "Anyone want to hold her?" Daisy was gripping tight onto a little teddy bear as she let out a little noise, "You got your little bear? Got your little teddy!" Roger had a huge smile on his face, he could feel the love for his daughter raidate off of him.

"Love, you can hold her first I'm too nervous!" He suppressed a giggle as Deaky rolled his eyes and stepped up to hold Daisy.

"She's a big girl, aren't you,"

"Isn't she so heavy for such a little thing?" Roger crossed over to Brian and wrapped his arms around his husband, watching Deaky look down at her.

"You two would be lovely parents."

"One day, I hope, just not now dear," Freddie sighed, disappointed.

"You'll always have us to help. Daisy is going to need a future friend!"

"But for now, you'll be our babysitters." Roger teased, a laugh spilling out.

"Alright, hand over the baby you hog. I want to hold her, " Roger snorted out a laugh.

"oh my god... she's so precious... a little princess, I'm gonna cry."

"Freddie would you like me to get you some tissues?" Roger smirked and giggled.

"No, no. I'm fine!" Roger heard Brian chuckle, making him smile, but when Brian kissed him on the head, a small blush crept up into his face. Roger basked in the peaceful silence before a wail pierced through it.

"Oh no, did I do something? Did I hurt her,"

"No Fred, she's probably just hungry." Roger ran to prepare a bottle for her, making sure the formula was perfect, and hurrying over to the crib, bending down to feed her. Softly singing to his daughter as she chugged away.

"You're a natural, Roger," He as Daisy pulled away from the bottle, he lifted her up, burped her and laid her back down, he then turned around.

"Yeah, I have to admit...I did read some parenting books."

"Some," Roger rolled his eyes and laughed, remembering the box by the closet that was overflowing with them.

More than that, darling, you have that natural maternal instinct." Roger blushed as Brian and Deaky nodded.

"You guys think so?" He wrapped his arms around Brian, "You're doing a great job too you know?" Roger smiled up at his husband.

"Yes, yes."

Roger watched as their friends stood up, "Well I guess we'll get out of your hair. Call if you need anything at all."

"Of course, we'll need a break eventually."

"Oh..we'll definitely need a break." Roger shot Freddie and Deaky a suggestive wink, running his hands up Brian's chest to wrap his arms around his neck.

"Alright, we'll leave you horny bastards!" Deaky and Freddie grabbed their things before heading out the door. Roger was pulled tighter against Brian's chest and he could feel his whole body heat up, and man was he craving Brian.

"I've missed you, daddy," Roger whispered.

"I'm here love and I'm not going anywhere." He bit his lip looking up into Brian's eyes and then leaning up to kiss him.

"Maybe...later we could..." Roger pressed himself more against his husband's body and sliding his hands underneath Brian's shirt, "Shag." He giggled. Roger knew that they would be busy packing and taking care of Daisy, which was their main priorities, but he was just so eager to have Brian on top of him that he was about to pull him onto the couch and let Brian have his way with him.

"Can't go a few days without my cock can you baby boy."

"Of course not daddy, I love it too much." Roger kissed him again before pulling away, "Oh! I said I was going to pack the storage space today, are you going to be okay?"

"I guess you tease go on." Roger bit his lip to suppress a giggle before running towards the storage space. He unlocked the storage closet and walked inside. There were boxes already stuffed to the brim inside, he began taking other things and packing them neatly into boxes. He shuffled through an old treasure chest that was shoved in the back corner. He then picked up a crinkled and dusty photo, his eyes went dark.

"Come here Blondie." A smile said that sent a nerve shooting down Roger's spine, but he smiled back nonetheless. Roger walked over to the man with greasy dark locks and dead blue eyes. "You look so handsome today Roger." Roger looked down at the black tux he was wearing, it was his sister's wedding and they were about to take pictures.

"Thank you, babe." Roger sat on Mick's lap and kissed him, "You do too...so sexy" He felt the disgust creep up and drown his whole body as Mick smirked.

"I want to leave early alright? Going to meet a couple of mates at the bar tonight."

"What?" Roger furrowed his eyebrows, he honestly couldn't believe what he was hearing, "But...This is my sister's wedding I-I can't just leave! Clare wants us to stay until the end, I want to stay!"

"Do as I say! What? You want to stick around and talk to people who don't even like you?" Mick snapped, grabbing Roger's arm.

"No..." He then remembered the bruises that peppered his upper arm, whincing at Mick's firm grip.

"Then we are leaving early, I also wanna show off that ass to the boys." Roger grit his teeth but put on a fake smile as the photographer walked over with his sister and her husband. They stood in the beautiful garden Roger's sister got married in, Mick's hand firmly around Roger's waist as if to say 'I own you and you are mine, my little puppet'

Roger didn't realize that he was curled up in a ball on the cold cement floor, shaking violently. His heart was racing one hundred beats per minutes, he couldn't breathe, tears streamed down his face as his fist clenched the little photo. Roger didn't hear Brian come in, nor did he register what his paniced husband was asking. Before he knew it, he was being carried into the bedroom.

"Look at me, baby." Roger heard his husband's calming voice as he started to come down from his episode. His baby blue eyes flicked over to Brian. He was still shaking, tears still making their way down his face.

"I'm s-sorry." Was all Roger could choke out.

"Baby, what are you apologizing for," Roger let Brian pull his shirt over his head, then pulling him so his face was buried into his husband's chest. He let out a small whimper, moving closer to Brian.

"I-I shouldn't be reacting like this, he's where he deserves to be. But every day I wake up and...I'm so scared that he's going to come back." It was true, every night Roger would make sure Brian wasn't looking before checking every window was locked and there was no way someone could get in and if Roger had to get up in the middle of the night, he made sure there was enough light for him to see his way around.. Roger looked up at Brian, then over at the crib were their daughter slept,"And...And now I worry about her, God, I worry about her..." He gripped onto Brian's shirt and let more tears streak down his cheeks.

"Nobody is gonna hurt you or Daisy. I'll kill anyone who touches my babies," Roger cracked a smiled at Brian's sharpness, "You have us, love, we're here now and we aren't going to ever leave you." He pulled himself more on top of Brian and gave him a loving kiss.

"You better not go anywhere." Roger joked, his lips still on his husband's.

"I promise you I'm not going anywhere." He entangled his fingers within Brian's hair gently tugging on it a bit as he played with one of the curls.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Roger smiled, "We should probably try and get some sleep before Daisy wakes up."

"I agree." Roger laughed before curling up on Brian's chest, closing his eyes, a wave of exhaustion crashed over him making him yawn.

"Babe." Roger gasped awake, hearing Daisy crying.

"I-I'm," Roger yawned loudly, "On it." He stumbled out of bed and ran over to Daisy.

"Aww, poor baby," Roger whispered, picked up the wailing baby, he held her in his arms, "What's wrong sweet girl?" He soothed her, she fell silent and let out a sniffly giggle, "You little stinker, you just wanted attention didn't yah?" Roger padded over to the bed, with Daisy still in his arms, who was playing with his hair that was dangling above her. He sat down next to Brian again, laying Daisy on his own chest.

"You're a beautiful mama." Roger's face heated up instantly, it turned a violent shade of red. Something about that nickname, especially coming Brian made his heart start to beat faster. He inhaled sharply.

"You're a handsome daddy," Roger mumbled back, looking down at Daisy who was now fast asleep once more.

"Put her back down and come here mama," He nodded quickly, getting up, kissing Daisy on the forehead before settling her back into her crib. Then, he slowly made his way back, crawling up Brian's body, sitting down onto Brian's lap. He bit his lip and look down at his husband.

"Can...can you call me that again stud?" Roger whispered as he toyed with the hem of Brian's shirt.

"You like when I call you mama, minx?" Roger clutched Brian's shirt now, letting out a shuddered breath.

"Yes~" Roger saw the smirk playing at the corner of his husband's lips. He then let out a gasp as Brian ground up against him.

"Do you want daddy to make you feel good mama?"

"Yes, yes!" Roger moaned quietly, "I want you to make love to me baby." He was already so hot and bothered.

"Shh, if you wake up Daisy I won't be able to." Roger bit his lip to stay as quiet as possible as Brian shuffled down Roger's boxers and then his own. He let out a smallest and quietest whimper as Brian took hold of his cock, making him squirm with eagerness.

"Think you can cum just from daddy's hand or do you want to beg for my cock." Roger buried his face into Brian's neck, nipping at his neck.

"Please...I miss your cock."

"Let me see your face as I make love to you. Please, mama." Roger let out another quiet moan as he moved so Brian could see him.

"Fuck..." Roger whined, gently grinding against Brian.

"You're so beautiful, mama." Roger softly scratched down Brian's chest with a slight smirk on his face

"God, you're destroying me and you've barely t-touched me yet daddy."

"Uh... fuck..." Roger whined as Brian teased his entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Give mama that cock, daddy, please."

"You feel so good... so warm." Brian thrust slowly into Roger, Roger was so needy at the point bit he tried to compose himself as much as possible.

"Fuck me slowly daddy, I wanna feel you."

"Daddy wants nothing more than to pound you into the mattress!" Brian grunted. Roger smiled and pecked Brian on the lips.

"I want that too, but you said we have to be as quiet as possible and you know I can't possibly be quiet when you ravage me."

"I love you, mama," Brian said as he started to softly thrust into Roger. Roger's eyes flutter shut from the pleasure and let out a small moan.

"I-I love you too daddy." Brian started to thrust into him a little bit fast, Roger huffed when Brian held on to his hips and nipped at his neck.

"Mmm, I've missed you so much." Roger's breath hitched, "I-I can't believe we have a family now." Roger whispered.

"Mm- I can't believe I have a family with you. My handsome husband." Roger let out a louder moan as Brian sucked on his nipple.

"Oh, G-God!"

"Shh, you have to keep quiet Roger." He sighed as Brian went back to attacking his chest.

"Wait...baby...kiss me, please, daddy."

"Why should I do that, mama, you gonna beg for me to kiss you... please beg mama." Roger let out a huff, furrowing his eyebrows, but then he started to slowly lift himself off of Brian's length before slowly sinking back down.

"Please, daddy, I want to taste your lips, please kiss me, kiss mama." He whispered seductively and he continued to slowly ride Brian's cock. He knew he broke Brian when the teasing ceased and his lips crashed against Roger's. Roger was quick to push up into the kiss, making to snap his hips a little more harshly.

"F-Fuck!" Brian started to thrust up to meet Roger's rhythm making him feel the burning in his stomach grow.

"Oh~ Brian..." Roger panted, "You make m-mama feel so good."

"so~ close mama, cum with me mama please." That was all Roger need, he gasped and felt his orgasm crash over him in overwhelming waves.

"Daddy!~" A few thrusts later Brian spilled deep inside Roger making his let out another small moan. They laid there, Roger's face pressed against Brian's chest as his husband laid underneath him.

"That... that was very much needed."

"You're correct." Roger laughed along with Brian before glancing over at a sleeping Daisy, "It's a shame I have to go to work tomorrow night...I know Tim said we could bring her over there this morning but...the patrons get so rowdy sometimes."

"We'll take her, eventually, could always take her before the place opens so the queens can meet her."

"That's a good idea babe!" Roger smiled up at Brian and kissed him on the chin, "They'll be so excited."

"Well, we have to make it through the night first," Brian said as he wiggled out from underneath Roger and disappeared. Roger laid now on his back as Brian entered with a washcloth, the smile on Roger's face grew even more. Roger crawled over to Brian, his eyes big with innocence as he grabbed Brian's neck and pulled him down into a loving kiss.

"Such a minx." Brian joked as the pulled away.

"Such a stud." Roger giggled and gave Brian another peck before he laid back and let his husband do his thing. Brian cleaned Roger off, but of course, taking every opportunity he could to tease him. As Brian was done clean both himself and Roger off, he pulled his husband on top of him. Roger snuggled deep into Brian's neck and sighed happily and Brian pulled the on top of them.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too." He let his eyes slip shut and fell instantly asleep.

Mick...

Somewhere on the outskirts of the city, a shadow of a man crouched in the corner of a padded room. His arms were restrained by a tight white jacket, his greasy hair covered his sunken grey face. He had a plan, a dastardly plan, that made his wicked lips curl up into a smirk. He had found out how to get out of the jacket earlier in the week and was waiting for the right moment, and today was today. He breathed in deeply to puff up his chest and twisted violently to the side, wriggling free of the jacket. He cracked his sore knuckles and crawled over to the other corner of the room, reaching down into the padding and pulled out a blade. He heard the door unlock as one of the guards nodded at him and let him free. He walked down the hallway, discarding his hospital clothes for new clothes and traveled the long and winding hallways, making sure none of the other guards caught him as the devil walked freely into the eerily calm night.

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Tags: @iminlovewith-rogers-car

#roger taylor #Brian May #Maylor #stud sequel #minx #Smut #lemon #maylor fic #maylor smut #baby fever

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smolfangirl · 6 years

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A little fresa wedding II

Hello hello I am leaving this here so @miris-xo is too busy to murder my duck :D Though I also have to thank her, for bearing with me during my “I hate everything about this part” phase, my endless messages of possible wedding dresses and all the other things I put you through. Without you, this wedding truly wouldn’t happen! And I could still look at Rugge in a bathrobe...

Special Thanks go out to @lightwoods5ever for being the exact beta reader that I needed in that moment, I love you more than I love koalas ♥

And surprise, surprise, the same procedure as every year post: @ac-ars and @sky-girls used the name Rory first. I used my own brain to end up with this name (also because of my roommate who is obsessed with Gilmore Girls and keeps trying to talk me into watching it), which is why I didn’t give them any credit.

Word count: 2.7k

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Pt. III - Getting ready

Since she woke up from her nap after breakfast, Aurora loves to play with the buttons of Matteo’s shirt. Her baby fingers constantly reach out for them, tossing on them, while he holds her in his lap.

Opposite to them, Gastón leans against the window frame, where he checks the view and throws a glance at his watch every few seconds. “The photographer is late,” he states, clearly annoyed.

“Will you relax?” Matteo asks, bouncing his daughter on one leg now, laughing along with her. “It’s been five minutes, there’s still plenty of time.”

“I should relax, that’s priceless,” he mutters under his breath. It’s been going on like this all morning – given his behavior, it’d be easy to think Gastón was the one who got married today, not Matteo. “I am relaxed,” his best friend continues, “but shouldn’t you be nervous? Just a little? Or did you spend all of that on your proposal?”

“Haha, had a clown for breakfast again?”

Gastón has a point though. Back when Matteo planned to ask Luna the big question, he had no chill whatsoever. Zero chill, really. It was a miracle to him how his best friend endured all the second-guessing and doubting and overthinking over every single tiny little detail. While Gastón listened to all his whining, he never complained. Too much.

“No, I mean it,” his best man now says. “Aren’t you afraid she changes her mind and dumps you at the altar?”

Matteo chuckles, then shrugs. “Nope, not really. She loves me too much,” he explains, copying the grimace Rory pulls at him before he snickers at her frown. “The only thing I’m afraid of is this little one here. Hm, Lily Aurora, don’t cause daddy any trouble today.” Lifting her so she can gawk back into his eyes, he puts on his most serious expression. “Will you promise?”

Her answer is to spit all over his shirt.

“Nice,” Gastón comments, although his laugh cuts off half the word.

A sigh hushes over Matteo’s lips while he gets up to clean what’s left to save in the bathroom. “At least it’s not the shirt Luna has to see me in.”

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Of course, his daughter holds her own opinions on acting well-behaved even after ruining his favorite sleeping shirt.

He’s not done yet scrubbing her spit out of his shirt when her high-pitched voice cuts through the silence, abruptly ending it. With curses muttered under his breath, Matteo runs back into the room, where he finds Gastón cooing over his goddaughter.

“Don’t bother,” Matteo tries to tell him over the screams and cries while he strokes the back of his little girl. “When she screams like this, she’s hungry, so the only thing we can do is get her to…”

Knock knock.

“Matteo? Gastón? Can I come in?”

“Luna,” he finishes. By then, Gastón already jumps at him and covers his eyes with his hands, effectively taking his vision. “What the…”

“You can come in!”

The door opens. Frantic breaths panted into the air. The sound of a long skirt brushing over the floor. Little footsteps, as if Luna wore no shoes.

Just the possibility of her wearing her dress already makes his heart skip a beat. Not a single hint at how it looks has passed her lips in the last months, not that he doubts it will be anything but breathtaking. Maybe she’ll go with a glamorous look close to the ones she pulls off for the red carpet every single time, or maybe she’ll look like the princesa from his songs – either way, Matteo isn’t sure how he will be able to keep the tears away when he finally sees her.

“Let me get her,” he hears Luna saying, and perhaps it’s a good thing Gastón sticks his sweaty palms on his face. In her arms, their daughter already calms down, or at least enough for his best friend to scold the bride. “You could’ve ruined the whole surprise, moon girl! Why didn’t you send Nina over? Or one of the bridesmaids?”

“She’s getting her hair done right now, I thought it’d be faster this way.”

During the short silence that ensues, Matteo wonders if his best friend is shaking his head in disapproval. He feels stupid, too impatient to sneak a glance at his soon-to-be wife, but unable to see anything except darkness.

And he didn’t even get a chance to put his shirt back on.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Matteo groans. “Just shut up, Gastón.”

Before he can reply, a small hand suddenly rests on his shoulder for support, and soft lips press a kiss on his cheek. “See you later, chico fresa.” Then, the door closes, and Rory’s whines fade and fade.

Sighing, Gastón releases Matteo out of his grip and lets himself fall on the bed. “You two will make me lose my sanity today.”

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She wrote the note for him early in the morning.

When she woke up and Nina left to pick up breakfast, the sun still stood low enough to hit her directly through the window, dancing over her face. Her maid of honor told her to get ready for plates of croissants and scrambled eggs and whatever else she desired, but Luna already knew she’d only nibble on some toast.

Grabbing a piece of heavy paper from the drawer of the hotel desk, she sat down on the antiqued chair, thoughts lost in memories of last night. Sneaking outside with him, hand in hand. Watching the stars, too happy to find a single thing to ask them for. Soaking in his warmth, hearing his every breath in the quiet night…

She’d write a whole essay based on these moments alone, but she had to keep it short and sweet in order to slip it under his door in time.

What Luna didn’t expect was to receive a gift in return.

The photographer just walked in as she hands her a little box, almost like the one from his proposal. “The groom asked me to give this to you,” she explains in a whisper. The smile sticks to her face before Luna even opens it.

There’s no ring inside.

Instead, it reveals a strawberry USB stick and a note telling her to play it. She can’t get to the radio station fast enough.

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The first song surprises her.

He isn't singing. Nothing but a piano tune fills the air, a melody she never heard before. Warm and light, she's sure it's a love song for his next album. It's not even the first demo of him that she listens to, but it messes with her heartbeat too much and brings tears to her eyes. For the first time today, she’s grateful for the waterproof make-up. Her bridesmaids watch her wipe back the teardrops, and Baby Aurora pats her hands completely out of rhythm, smiling. When Luna presses swift kisses on her daughter’s cheek, it turns into a happy giggle.

She plays the demo a second time, still unsure whether to smile or sob.

While the song starts again, Luna closes her eyes. Feels. Feels her chest tighten, and goosebumps running all over her body, down her arms, even to her legs.

Matteo hasn’t been much in the studio lately.

More than once did he mutter in helpless frustration how he much he missed those hours between microphones, guitars and scrambled notebooks, more than once did he convince her he had absolutely no time to fit a studio session in between preparing the wedding and spending time with his chica fresa.

She wonders how he managed to record just a sample like this, or when he composed it.

On second thought, however, it doesn’t matter much. What matters is his gift, the effort he put into making her smile, into soothing her jittery nerves on this day.

When the song fades out, familiar tracks follow it. Half of them are from her favorite relaxing playlist – they help her to take a deep breath and enjoy being treated like a princess. The other half, however… He made a chronology of their relationship, told by songs he wrote for her throughout their lives, from the very first one to the one from his last album that she played for two weeks straight.

Those help a little less with calming down.

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She gasps when she sees herself in the mirror for the first time.

Simple as it may be, her wedding dress fits her perfectly. The lace top clings softly to her body, while the skirt flows towards the ground like a waterfall, swaying when she whirls around. Her hair falls in curves down her back, the veil held in place by her braid crown. She told her make-up artist to go for something light, but when she sees the carefully placed shimmer highlighting her eyes, Luna can’t help but to feel like a princess. A fairy princess.

If she ever worried her look might not be stunning enough for Matteo, there’s not a single doubt lingering in the back of her mind anymore.

Turning around to her daughter, Luna smiles. “Do you think mommy looks pretty for your daddy?” Aurora sits on the floor, fingers wrapped around an old make-up brush, a focused frown on her face. So far, her little one followed her every movement instead of paying attention to the toys around her, even when the brush left a lasting impression, apparently. Luna hopes Rory will feel exhausted enough from the morning to sleep through the whole ceremony.

In this moment, however, her daughter stares back at her out of those intense brown eyes, taking everything in.

“Do you think daddy might cry?” Luna caresses her little cheeks, before she gently tickles her belly. Rory giggles.

There might be a happy tear in the corner of Luna’s eyes.

“I think Gastón made a bet with Ramiro over his reaction to the dress,” Nina chimes in from the chair by the window. The hairdresser is pinning the last strands of her hair into their designated space, and Luna’s bridesmaids snap some pictures of the process.

“Do you know what they bet for?”

Nina shakes her head, then quickly apologizes to the young woman finishing her hairstyle. “No, I thought it’d be better if I didn’t ask. If he loses we’ll find out soon enough.”

The photographer asks Luna to stand in front of the door for a few photos. She smiles for the camera and tries to keep her hands from shaking. “We’ll know anyway, one is too much of a sore loser and the other one too happy over being right about Matteo”, Luna jokes. But her laugh sounds nervous suddenly.

Her gaze hurries to the clock on her bedside table. There’s plenty of time left, contrary to all the haunting stories of hectic mornings and messed-up schedules she heard before. For all the anxiety and stress Luna expected, the hours before her wedding went surprisingly smooth.

Maybe too smooth?

Luna shakes her head. No, she won’t fret over a problem that isn’t one, she won’t freak out. Not everything had been perfect, anyway. Her chica fresa almost terrorized the whole house until she picked her up, the complaint from Gastón included. (Seeing Matteo shirtless made it worth it, though.) The photographer hadn’t been here quite on time. Shoes got mixed up, one even going missing, until Yam found it had been kicked underneath the bed.

No, it hadn’t been picture-perfect, but everything is still okay. Those incidents are meaningless, and Miranda is there to handle everything else. Luna will probably have forgotten about this moment of second-guessing by the evening and it won’t matter the same way it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is Rosecliff, is walking down the aisle to Matteo. Matteo.

Thinking of the promise she’ll make to him, of the beautiful unity they’ll build makes her feel like an over-excited teenager again.

And she loves it. (Him.)

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Pt. IV - First look

The moment the wedding march begins to play, Matteo thinks there’s a real chance of him fainting. A smile covers his face, he can sense it tugging on his lips until his cheeks hurt, but the anxiety still bites into his bones, takes over his whole body.

His heart races in his chest, speeding up, faster and faster.

His legs feel weaker by the second.

His head is empty. Completely blank, a haunted house in a body full of emotions.

There’s so much happening inside him in every moment, he doesn’t know how to focus on anything happening around him.

Except when Luna appears in his vision, walking down the aisle.

Towards him.

Tears. They drown his eyes before he even fully sees her.

She’s beautiful, of course she is. His princesa, his moon, his sun. His everything. Endless dresses have graced her body, but this masterpiece becomes Matteo’s favorite one in an instant. It wears her name in the delicate movements of the skirt, in the simple yet elegant top, in the way it makes her look like she’s floating above the ground.

Every step towards him takes an eternity. Every second in which she smiles at him without being by his side makes him want to hurry to her. The only reason why he doesn’t is because his body is frozen on his feet.

Tears, and a hundred more in line, and he lets them.

Matteo imagined this moment often. Laying eyes on her in a gorgeous dress, thinking how she’ll soon be his wife. Thinking of the life they spent together already, the life they’d build from now on. He imagined it when he was barely 20 years old, struggling to fall asleep in the darkness of his room without her by his side. He imagined it with a bitter taste on his lips when they took a break and tried to figure out their careers instead of their relationship. And he imagined it while he planned his proposal, when it was the only picture in his head able to calm him down and tear his thinned nerves at the same time.

With so many scenarios for this unique moment of his life, he’s surprised that none of them live up to reality.

Nothing comes to his mind. No memories, no words, no pictures of their future, nothing but a hurricane of emotions crashing down on him.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Luna reaches him. In his peripheral vision, her dad holds her hand and offers it to him, although Matteo is too charmed, hexed, starstruck by his bride to divert his attention from her. Her eyes brighten up at his touch, green and warm and filled with a love that burns every doubt or insecurity he ever had about their relationship.

“You are the most beautiful woman in this whole universe,” he whispers. With a chuckle, she presses a kiss on his hand. “So, you’re saying our daughter isn’t the most beautiful?” He follows her gaze towards their little chica fresa, sleeping in her stroller as if this wasn’t one of the most important days in the life of her parents.

Matteo grins. “Of course not.”

The officiant clears his throat. Matteo’s hand intertwines with Luna’s, and with one last smile to each other, they face the man about to marry them. “Dear friends and family, today we have gathered to celebrate the union off…��

A strange noise cuts through his voice. Loud, and rattling. The officiant falls silent, frowns. In the following seconds, Matteo can hear his own heartbeat. Nothing was supposed to go wrong today, absolutely nothing and yet they didn’t even make it past the formal opening of the ceremony. Shit.

The noise comes back. From behind him, familiar, like the taste of a missing word on the tip of his tongue. But he heard it before, he knows that much.

Luna did, too.

A third time. A snore. And another one.

Slowly, they take another glance at their daughter. Resting her head on the side, with eyes closed and relaxed, she looks too innocent to produce this kind of eruption. But she snores again, and there’s no doubt, their little one is the sound hazard for their own wedding.

Gastón bursts into laughter. Waves and waves of hysterical giggles break out of him, and every attempt to calm down fails before it even begins. Soon, Luna grins sheepishly as well, along with the rest of the wedding party.

In the end, the ceremony starts ten minutes later than planned. Rory notices none of that.

#soy luna #lutteo #my sl fanfiction #a little fresa story #there are so many references in this one #one to a German New Year's Eve tradition #one to another au idea of mine #one scene was straight up a silly joke I came up with but Miri insisted on it #kinda #anyway wow things are getting real here

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littlelonghairedoutlawllho · 6 years

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Okay this really *is* the last Wraiths-verse thing for a while.

A glimpse into how everyone’s lives turned out after the war.

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Anja marries within four months of the end of the war. No sooner was the Armistice in place and Konstin recovering from his pneumonia, than Valentin De Courcy went to Raoul to ask his permission. And Raoul looked at this young man sitting in the chair across from him, and hid his smile in his glass of cognac. It felt like only yesterday that he was the same eager young man hoping to marry Christine, but of course circumstances were vastly different and it was another seventeen years before he got there. He sipped his brandy, set the glass down and took De Courcy’s hand.

“I would be honored for you to marry my daughter.”

It was a frosty morning in early March, dry and clear but cold, when Anja De Chagny became Anja De Courcy, and as the bride kissed the groom, Konstin stood there in the first pew, Émile’s hand steadying on his arm, and pretended that there were not tears in his eyes to see his baby sister all grown up.

Barely nine months later, there are tears in everyone’s eyes as they wait for the first cry of a new baby. Raoul smokes a cigar in the parlour with the air of one whose been through all this before, and thinks of Nadir once upon a time on a night like this. Val sits trembling in his chair, wishing he could be as calm as Raoul, and listens to the halting pacing of Konstin in the other room, the cursing when he trips over something, and the soft voice that belongs to Émile soothing him.

Their hearts stall, and Konstin hobbles back in, Émile right behind him, when the door clicks open, and Christine smiles at them all.

“It’s a girl,” she says, and Val half-rises from his chair.

“And Anja?”

“Tired, but well.”

And in a laugh of delight, Val almost knocks Konstin off his feet with a hug. Raoul and Christine’s eyes meet, and they share a smile that whispers of happiness and memories.

And so little Freyja De Courcy, with a head of fair hair, becomes the first of a new generation. And when Konstin holds his tiny goddaughter close, he thinks of the war that brought her parents together, and hopes that she never has to know something so terrible.

When Guillaume marries Isabel, two years later, Freyja has been joined by a little brother, Victor. Guillaume is fighting a smile, looking at his two baby cousins, and thinking that in eight months they’ll be joined by one of his, though he’s kept Isabel’s confidence and hasn’t breathed a word to anyone yet, not even to his mother. But he has more than enough practice at keeping secrets. He’s safeguarded the secret of what Konstin and Antoine are to each other for longer than he cares to remember.

Isabel herself was a secret for the best part of a year. He met her in the days after the war ended. She was a nurse in the hospital where some of his men were, and when he visited them his eye was caught by this pretty little dark-haired thing, but he feigned indifference and it was only at the end of his visit, assured that everything was as well as it could be, that he asked her if she wished to join him for a drink.

And she almost refused him. But there was something about him, something about how he stood, about how is greatcoat was wrapped around him, about how the stern cut of his features softened when he spoke quietly to the wounded, and softened in a different way when he smiled at her, that made her say yes.

When, on the eve of his return to Paris, he learned that she had been a ballet dancer before everything, he almost proposed then and there. But Guillaume has never been one to do anything in haste, and that is one of the reasons she loves him.

So when, in December 1921, they marry, it is something they are wholly ready for. And Isabel does not miss the grin that twitches at Guillaume’s lips, but she does take great pleasure in kissing it off his face.

It is June 1926 when Marguerite De Chagny becomes Marguerite Martin. She has slept better in the month since she made the trip to Edouard’s grave than in the whole of the eight years and eight months before it. There was a time she thought she’d never recover, when she was sure he’d haunt her until her dying day, but while the pain still lingers, still catches her off-guard every now and then with sudden sharpness, it has dulled with time, grown faded, and sometimes she is not certain it even happened at all. Sometimes it feels as if the whole time she was in that hospital was a terrible recurring dream that she used to have once. And while she still sometimes dreams of it, still sometimes wakes convinced it is Amélie’s hand on her shoulder to tell her of a convoy of ambulances, it is only the memory of Edouard, now, that truly remains from all that happened.

Antoine came to her late last night. She was thinking of André, thinking of how, for all either of them can remember, he might have passed through her care after he was gassed, after he earned the scars he tries so hard to hide, after he lost most of his sight. In another world, she might have fallen in love with him then, when his wounds were fresh, when his lungs were still filled with fluid, and it was such a strange thought, that it might have been a slip of fate that she met Edouard first and not André, and she was just starting to feel unsettled over it when there was the soft knock on her bedroom door, and Antoine stepped in.

“Konstin ordered me out of the house,” he said, smiling at her, and she knew it was only partly a lie. “He convinced himself that there was something not quite right in your first dance, so he’s doing some re-working. Apparently my comments that it’s all in his head were most unwelcome.”

She stifled a laugh as she sat up, and he closed the door behind him. “Did he throw the bow at you again?”

Antoine’s smile faltered. “It just missed my head. Then I told him his aim was very poor.”

“You’re such a critic.”

“It’s what I do best.”

The bed dipped as he settled on the edge of it, and lay his hand over hers. And for a long time they sat in silence, the soft ticking of the clock the only thing other than their breathing.

“Edouard would be very happy for you,” he whispered eventually, and her breath caught in her throat. “I only—I met him a few times, a good few times, when I was going to see Konstin. We never really spoke, but there was something about him. I liked him even though I didn’t really know him.” He stops, and leans closer to her, his voice soft, softer even than at Edouard’s grave, softer, perhaps, than any time in the last nine years, when he murmurs, “There were a lot of things that I didn’t used to believe in before the war, but I think—and I wouldn’t be surprised, that maybe he—maybe he is the one who sent André into your life.”

Her throat was too tight to speak, her thoughts too frozen, and her lips were numb as she whispered, “Do you think?”

Antoine squeezed her fingers. “If Konstin’s father could lead me across No Man’s Land, I think—I think we have no idea the power the dead may hold over us. And the things they might do for us.”

She couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help the tears that came, her disconcerting thoughts from earlier and the ache in her chest all conspiring with Antoine’s words, and he rocked her gently, as if she were a child, whispering to her that he was sorry if he upset her, sorry if he said too much, but she shook her head and told him that it wasn’t that, it wasn’t that at all.

And now she walks down the aisle, towards André waiting at the altar, and Raoul is on her arm because her father is too frail, and just before she reaches the top, just before she reaches her fiancé, she swallows and thinks of a man she loved once, who she loves still though she lost him so long ago, and thanks him for being a part of her life, and for all that he’s done for her.

When, eventually, Émile marries, it is October 1928. Katerina is a former chorus girl, and his choice of bride only causes a mild stir outside the family. The De Chagnys, after all, were always known for being involved with people that would otherwise be considered beneath their station, and there are more than enough rumours around his elder half-brother and the romantic entanglements of other members of the family that anything he might ever do is already overshadowed.

It is not that Émile is unaware of the things that people say about him and his family. It is more that he has elected not to care. If something is not illegal, then why should it concern anyone? He cannot bring himself to care about people frowning on the choices of him and those he cares about when those very same people frowned on his father marrying his mother once upon a time, and thus have frowned on him for his very existence his whole life.

It is why, when it comes to the wedding photo for his side of the family, he insists on it including his whole family, and not simply his brother and sister and parents.

The photographer grumbles over it, but Émile holds his chin high and eyes him in the defiant way Philippe taught him once upon a time, and the man has no choice but to go ahead.

And so it is that three generations of the family are immortalized in a photograph that is copied and shared across six houses. In the centre Émile is standing beside Katerina, and his smile is proud and a touch devil-may-care. In front of him Christine sits beside Anja, the folds of whose dress are artfully arranged to hide her growing belly, hiding the third child that is yet a secret from the world. Marguerite is beside her, two blonde toddlers on her knee, her war-scarred husband’s hand on her shoulder. Unknown to her, André had leaned in and asked Val to guide him to look in the right place for the camera. His eyes have been troubling him more than usual, so he’s wearing dark glasses to ease the irritation, and they become him wonderfully but they are anything but a help to his vision. Val is more than happy to help him, and he can’t help smiling to think of all the dear people that have come into his life because of Anja.

Philippe is sitting at Christine’s other side, the best part of the way to ninety years old, both hands firmly holding his cane, Sorelli sitting a little closer to him than the conventions of a married couple in a photo would generally allow, and beside her is Isabel, a third baby in her arms and Guillaume looking more than a little proud of himself standing behind her.

Raoul stands tall beside Émile, and though he is well in his sixties he is just as distinguished as ever, his hand on Christine’s shoulder. And beside him is Konstin, just as gaunt as he has ever been but his eyes are bright with Antoine at his side (and Antoine’s hand in his, discreetly out of view of the camera).

And sitting on the floor, looking for all the world like royalty, are Freyja and Victor, and Guillaume’s elder two, Jean and August. They know nothing of all that their parents went through, their aunts and uncles and cousins, but a time will come when they will, when they will know all that and a whole lot more, and looking at the photo framed over the fireplace, Christine only hopes that they will not learn such things for a good long time yet.

But this is her family, and whatever trials lie ahead matter not now. Not when she has them.

And it is thanks to Erik, really. All thanks to Erik. If Erik had not trained her voice, then Raoul might not have noticed her all those years ago, might not have remembered her. And if it were not for Erik she would not have Konstin, would not have had Nadir and Darius by her side. Everything she has she owes to Erik, and she closes her eyes, and sighs, and knows that somewhere out there he is watching over her still, like he always has. Like he always will.

#wraiths of wandering #ficlet #i had to stick in some gratuitous e/c right there at the end #it wouldn’t be wraiths without it

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thescholarlystrumpet · 7 years

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Blessings Rated Explicit

From this prompt (with minor changes): After having one last round with her one-night stand named Gold, Belle heads to the church for her goddaughter’s baptism. When the priest shows up Belle is horrified to learn that he is her amazing one-night stand.

(I actually wrote this a while ago and then lost it in my draft folder, lol)

On AO3 HERE

Under the cut because it begins with pure filfth.

Belle moaned as the man pressed against her back snaked his hand between her legs. His other hand palmed her breast, plucking at the tightened nipple. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass and she undulated her hips. With a growl, he sunk his teeth into the spot between her shoulder and neck.

Belle gasped, squirming as he stroked the gathering wetness at the apex of her thighs. With teeth and tongue, he continued to tease her neck as his clever fingers traced circles around her tender clit. She bucked her hips, pressing back harder against the heated flesh of his hard cock. He broke away from feasting on her neck to swear aloud in a deep Scottish brogue.

It had been his voice that caught her attention in that nearly empty little piano bar the night before. She'd gotten into town a little too late to call on Ariel and Eric so she figured she'd just see them in the morning. With the time difference, she didn't feel quite ready to go to bed. Which was how she'd found herself sitting at the back of a tiny, slightly seedy bar just near closing time.

A few men and women sat at the tables making quiet conversation or sipping their drinks in silence. Belle had been toying with the umbrella from her drink and contemplating leaving when the strains of a familiar tune caught her ear. She looked at the stage - which was little more than a raised platform built into one corner of the room - and saw him. A slender man with shoulder length brown hair was playing the piano with a half-lidded, dreamy expression. The tune was not a common choice but it had been a favorite of Belle's mother and she felt herself drawn to the stage.

By the time she had claimed a table at the front, the man had begun to sing. His voice was not as smooth or practiced as his playing but she found it oddly charming. His accent was thick, caressing the familiar words of the chorus. Belle mouthed along, not trusting her own voice after so many daiquiris. The man on the stage glanced into the audience, spotting her mid-lyric. His voice stumbled briefly, Adam's apple jumping as his dark eyes widened.

Belle's breath caught in her throat as their eyes met and held. The man regained his composure, easing back into the chorus and nodding toward her with the hint of a smile as she sang along. He was easily a decade or more her senior but there was something boyish in that timid smile.

After he left the stage, Belle had asked him to join her in a drink. He'd hesitated a moment before agreeing and they'd fallen into a conversation about music. She quickly discovered he owned almost all her favorite albums. His eyes glinted with passion when he spoke of music the way Belle knew her face lit up when talking about her books. He used a cane to walk but she was too polite to ask why.

His name was Gold. No first name, no Mister. Just Gold.

“Like Cher? Or Madonna?”

Gold laughed. “If you like.”

“Why Gold though? Why not aim higher and call yourself Platinum?” She had jested.

Gold quirked an eyebrow, “lowered expectations?”

One more daiquiri and Belle was half in love with him.

The barkeeper announced closing time all too soon and Belle found herself asking the man back to her hotel room. Just to talk, of course. Looking a little wild-eyed, he had agreed.

Talking turned to kissing and before long Belle found herself undressing and laying back onto the hotel bed. She never moved this fast but somehow with Gold (and, admittedly, probably half a bottle of rum) it somehow felt exactly right. He touched her gently, almost reverently, tracing a path down the length of her body with his mouth and tongue. He brought her off with his mouth and hands, groaning his own pleasure as she came. There was a moment when it seemed he might yet leave but Belle still wanted to feel him move inside her. When she told him as much, in embarrassingly blunt terms, he swore aloud and pressed her back against the mattress.

They'd woken once in the night to make love again before drifting off, entwined.

The early morning light was playing against the flimsy window shades, now, but her alarm hadn't gone off yet. Surely there was time for one more.

Belle turned in Gold's arms and kissed him deeply, hooking her upper leg around his hips.

She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. Gold made a noise at the back of his throat and returned his fingers to her slickness. As she stroked him almost lazily, he slid two fingers into her heat, crooking them just so. Belle whimpered. She was a little sore from their two previous trysts but more than ready for him. He was hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers, his thumb slipping across her clit. She could feel herself getting close.

“Oh God, I want to come with you inside me one more time,” she breathed.

Gold gave a deep groan as he removed his fingers and rolled her onto her back. “I'm never gonnae stop thinking of you saying that…”

“Good. A girl likes to leave an impression,” Belle teased, craning her neck to nip at his earlobe.

“That you have, lass. That you have,” he murmured, aligning his cock with her entrance, the blunt head nudging her sensitive nub in a way that sent sparks through her. He slid in a few inches then paused to kiss her again.

Belle shuddered with the roll of building pleasure, her inner muscles already clenching. “Please…” she whimpered, shunting her hips to take him deeper.

Gold groaned again, and buried himself to the hilt. He pressed his forehead to hers as he slowly withdrew and thrust in once more.

“Yes,” Belle hissed, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“Yes,” Gold repeated, raising up on his arms to look at her face.

Belle licked her lips at the intensity of his gaze. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurred to her that he'd looked at his piano in much the same way. It was a crying shame she was only in town for the weekend. She could get very used to this. But there was nothing else left for her in Storybrooke and traveling the world had always been her goal.

Still, maybe she'd look up Gold again next time she was visiting.

He snapped his hips and all other thoughts flew out of her head as waves of bliss washed over her. Trembling with the aftershocks, she pulled him down for another kiss. His tongue mimicked the movement of their lower bodies, sliding and withdrawing. Their heavy breathing filled the room and she felt herself start to spiral up once more. He slipped a hand between them to tend to her clit. With an inarticulate swear, she clung to him as he rocked into her harder and harder, his thrusts growing shorter as he reached his own end. He came with her name spilling from his lips before burying his face in her shoulder. She followed him once more, her nails digging into his back.

He rolled to the side just as her cell phone alarm went off.

“Fuck,” she panted, reluctantly leaving the bed to find it and turn it off.

Gold cleared his throat. “Give a man a few minutes to recover, first, yeah?”

Belle laughed. “I wish we could just do this all day… but I have this thing to get to and my friend might never forgive me if I miss it. I probably wouldn't forgive myself.”

Gold nodded, sitting up. “That does sound important.” His gaze turned to the window. “It's. It's important not to have… too many regrets in life.”

Belle turned from where she was fishing last night's panties out of last night's tights. “Um, yeah. I mean it's not as serious as a that but… I should get a move on. It's past 9.”

“Fuck!” Gold grabbed for his cane and nearly launched himself from the bed. “Past 9? How's it past 9 already?”

Belle raised both eyebrows at him, half smiling as she indicated the bed. “I think we both know how that happened.”

Gold gave her a tremulous smile. “Aye.” He swallowed, bending to retrieve his clothes. “But I've really got to go. Or I'll be late, too.”

“Ah. Gotcha. Do you want to use the shower first, then?”

He eyed her naked body then began pulling on his rumpled black clothing. Slacks and a button down, she remembered. Simple but well pressed. Well, not anymore.

He shook his head as he hurriedly buttoned his shirt. “I don't think it's a good idea for me to stick around here with you like that. I'll just make us both later.” He winked and grinned broadly but there was something oddly hollow in it.

Belle felt tempted to ask him what had him in such a hurry but she had so much to do herself, it wasn't a necessary conversation. She grabbed the hotel pen and notepad and scribbled down her cell number. She remembered him saying the night before that he didn't own a cell phone - a fact she'd found strangely mysterious at the time.

“Here. For if you ever get a phone. Or, you know, if you wanna call from your landline sometime.” She put the scrap of paper in his hand and he stared down at it for a long moment before tucking it into his shirt pocket.

A muscle in his jaw jumped as he held her gaze. His eyes were so warm, full of tenderness, and just a touch of something else. “Thank you,” he said roughly, cupping the base of her skull with the hand not holding his cane. He pressed his lips to hers lightly, almost chastely. As he stepped back, releasing her, his lips parted as though to say something else. But he shut them with another firm little shake of his head.

“Goodbye, Belle.”

And he was gone.

With a sigh, Belle went about getting ready to head to church. It was a funny juxtaposition, starting the day fucking a stranger then going to a Catholic service, but she didn't quite feel like laughing.

Belle wasn't very religious, herself, but her best friend from school was. She and Ariel had been nearly inseparable in their teen years and remained close through all Belle's travels. They texted and Skyped regularly. When Belle's father had passed, Ariel had been the one who helped her through it. Belle had been the maiden of honor at Ariel’s wedding to her college sweetheart, Eric. It was no surprise Belle had been asked to be godmother to their first child. She was delighted to be there, even though it meant coming back to Storybooke.

She didn't dislike the town, per se. It was just full of so many old memories.

The church was not as familiar as most of the buildings, though. Her father had been agnostic so Belle had only been there once or twice with Ariel and Ariel's family.

It was a pleasant enough structure, simple and welcoming. Ariel and Eric were already there, holding baby Melody. Ruby, the third musketeer in their high school shenanigans, was there with her latest conquest. Ruby's Granny was also in attendance, deeply engaged in conversation with a grey haired man wearing a priest collar. Granny waved as Belle walked past.

Belle waved back before embracing her friends, kissing Melody, and being introduced to Merida, Ruby's new girlfriend. The priest managed to break away from Granny at length, announcing that they were beginning the service.

“Thank you all for joining Ariel and Eric on this wonderful day. It so happens I have a special guest with me, as well, today.” The grey haired priest gestured toward the back of the church and another man came toward the front, his face in shadow.

A man who walked with a cane.

Belle's heart leapt into her throat.

“Ariel and Eric have agreed to allow my seminary student a chance to run the service. Deacon Gold, please lead us in prayer.” The older priest stepped back to allow Gold the floor.

Belle's pulse was sounding in her ears. It couldn't be. It had to be some eerie coincidence. The same limp. The same name. The same goddamn hair. Even as she thought it, she knew she was fooling herself.

The man who approached, bible in one hand cane in the other, was none other than the stranger she'd begged to have inside her less than six hours ago.

Clasping her hands together to stop them trembling, Belle forced herself to breathe. How could she have known? How could he not have told her? What the hell should she do now? Confess? Burn in hell for tempting a priest (well, an almost priest)? That was ridiculous. It was his secret, not hers. His cross to bear, so to speak.

Still…. she wondered if she ought not touch the holy water - just in case.

#rumbelle #rumbelle smut #belle x mr. gold #rumbelle AU #rumbelle fic #belle x rumplestiltskin #priest kink #sort of

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darkenrose-s · 7 years

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Unexpected-Chapter 7

Summary- While living in England you had a brief affair with a criminal. Not just any criminal but one wanted by governments and secret agency’s. In those brief moments you were together you helped heal each other. Now amost a year later you meet him again in the most unlikly place. Living in your Godfather tower. –//–//-//–

Disclaimer- I do not own the Avengers. Y/n - Your Name. Thoughts

Warning- swear words and cavities. –//–//-//

You met with Bruce and his doctor friend a Dr. Leena McCoy who specialises in women’s health. They took more blood and did more test. You felt a bit like a pin cushion. Bucky wasn’t with you. You had sent him away with Steve to torment Sam for a couple of hours. Honestly you just needed some space to think. Dr. McCoy confirmed, that you were pregnant, and set up another appointment at her clinic. Fear and excitement rumbled through your veins. This was really happening. What were you going to tell your parents? Tony? The others? You decide to wait, get the first trimester out of the way. Give you chance to come to terms with the little life brewing within you. You smiled to yourself in the elevator, imagining Bucky’s blue eyes and his rare smile on a babes face. Your stomach rumbled, declaring it had been far too long since your last meal. You had been too nervous to even think of food this morning. You went to the kitchen, deciding on toast, and jam, and tea. Could you even have tea any more? Maybe you’ll just have water until you check up on it. You pass Sam and Steve in the living room, Sam was yelling insults at the tv screen. You carried on to the kitchen and found Bucky staring at the open fridge. You waited a few seconds but he didn’t move. You did however, reaching past him for the bread and left over jam. Again there wasn’t much in the fridge. Does it ever get stock up? Bucky follows your arm up the your face. He now stares at you instead. You nod, not wanting the other two to hear you. Bucky grins, slowly at first then like a child in a candy shop, before kissing you soundly on the mouth. You’re slightly dazed as he holds you tightly to his chest and alternate between kissing your face and hugging you. Images of children that look a mixture of you both dance behind his eyes. “Hey Buck?” Steve shouts before entering the kitchen, taping on his phone. “We got a mission. Suit up. We leave in two hours. Oh hey y/n. ” you wave from be side the toaster. “What got you so happy, Buck?” You glance at Bucky, finding a grin still on his face. Bucky stumbles for a moment before picking up the jar beside you and unscrewing the top. “This is good.” He tell Steve while sticking his fingers in it. You scowl at his manners, watching him suck jam from his fingers before shooting you a wink. You roll your eyes at him, turning to hide your own grin.

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An hour later you say goodbye to Bucky in your room. He looks at you differently some how. More intense, more amazement, More- you don’t know. You can’t name it. He kisses you gently, then kneels before you. You know you look slightly confused as he kisses your belly and gently rests his forehead against it. “I want them to know they are loved, from the moment we knew about them. ” he says softly, using his human hand to caress it . If you said your heart didn’t melt at his words, you’d be a liar. “Them?” “To early to know if we are having a boy or girl. I don’t want to talk about our child like they’re an it. A meaningless object. ” he’s standing now, but frowns as he runs his hand gently over the place he just kissed. You feel a warm glow inside you. The affection you have for this man is unbelievable. You cover his hand and lean up on your toes to kiss his forehead, banishing the frown as you do. You smirk at him. “And here I though you wanted twins.” His eyes widen slightly before matching you grin. “Maybe later” he winks “ if Tony lets me keep my body parts." You both chuckle at the very really danger of Tony. "When are we going to tell him?” He asks once you both calm down. “I don’t know” you shrug “ I want to get used to the idea first. Maybe pack my bags” you give a soft chuckle, looking around your room. You’re expecting Tony to kick you out. He’d want to know who the father is to your unborn child, you won’t lie to him. You think of going back to England. Your empty flat. You’re sure your job won’t be there anymore, you’ve taken too much leave by now. You’d have to find a new one, but who would hire a pregnant woman? Bucky snorts and wraps you tightly in his arms. “He’d never make you leave, darlin’. If he even thought about it, I’m sure Pepper would roast him.” You chuckle into his shirt at the image. You feel him press a kiss to your hair. You pull away and help him straighten out his jacket. “You better go save Steve, before he does something heroically stupid.” Bucky huffs and picks up his bag. “If that punk tries to jump out of the plane again-” he mutters, “After the grilling he got from you last time? The poor kid couldn’t look you in the eye for a week.” “Punks going to get himself hurt.” He muttered again turning to you as he reached the door. “Stevie isn’t really that bad,” “I know, and of course he’s going to be godfather. If you want, that it.” Bucky flashes you a grin, nodding. He kisses you again. “Take care.” He opens the door, flashes you a grin again and makes his leave. “Isn’t that my line?” You call after him, watching him strut around the corner before shutting the door gently.

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“Hm” Clint grunts as he turns back to Natasha. She was reassembling her gun before sliding it into place on her hip. “What is it?” She asks not looking at him. “Probably nothing” he shrugs turning his attention back to his current favourite arrow head. It explodes on impact. “Clint” Natasha growls. She knows, he knows, she knows he’s knows how to tease her with something she doesn’t know. Clint gives her an innocent look which she returns with a glare, a hint of a dangerous smirk starting to form at her mouth. “I didn’t realise Y/N and Barnes were close.” Clint didn’t hide his smirk as his partner tilted her head and scowls at him. “Explain” “He just left her room.” He gave a vague wave of his hand towards your door, “ and she just watched his fine ass walk away. Both with silly smiles on their faces.” He pauses at the look he receives. “What’s? The guy is like 75% pure muscle, he has a nice ass.” “I’m not disagreeing with you. ” Natasha glared down the hallway. “ but how have they kept this from us? I’ll talk to Barnes, then when we return, I’m searching her room.” Clint gave her a look. “ you don’t expect him to talk so easily do you.” “You haven’t checked her room already?” “I’ve been busy. She not dangerous, but her interaction with Barnes require a revaluation.” “You’re just nosey and want to see if they’re fucking.” She just smirks at him. “Of course.” She picks up her bag and leaves. Clint rolls his eyes behind her before following.

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Tony pouts pitifully at Bruce, who skilfully ignores him. “She’s my goddaughter.” “I know” Bruce doesn’t even look up. He’s had this conversation multiple times. “I’m her guardian.” “She is over 18 Tony.” “Why can’t you tell me?” Tony whines. Bruce was become immune to his charm, he’d have to try an alternative method. Bruce risk a glance at Tony, the billionaire saw this and increased his puppy eye to maximum level. “It’s medical Tony. If she wants to tell you that’s her decision.” Bruce swallows, he won’t tell Tony anything, but he still thinks about making a quick exit. “You’re mean.” “Her choice.” Tony slumps into the chair beside Bruce. “It’s nothing dangerous is it.” He asked seriously. Bruce took pity on the other man. “She’s fine. ” Tony knew this was going to be the best he was going to get out of Bruce for now. The man was on high alter to Tony’s charm. “Sooo, who was the woman you brought in? Old girlfriend? New girlfriend?” He teases “No Tony. ” “ that’s the secret isn’t it? And everyone thinks I’m the playboy. ” Tony grins widely. “Leena is a colleague. Just a colleague.” “Leena? ” Tony glances up to the ceiling. “Scientists? Physics? I bet she wants you to help her with biology?” “No Tony, and she’s a doctor.” “Maybe it’s more physical ” “Tony. I can’t.” “You can…you’ve not forgotten how have you? I can always show you.” “No Tony. ” Tony was silent long enough for Bruce to look at him again. Tony was grinning at him, wiggling his eyebrows. “The other guy-” “Might enjoy it too.” “No Tony.” “Yes Tony.” “You’re done” “Wha-” Tony sprang out of his chair towards a green smoking beaker. Once it was dealt with he smirked slyly at Bruce’s back. There can’t be many Doctor Leena’s in the city, and F.R.I.D.A.Y was already checking faces against names. If Bruce wasn’t going to tell him, he’d find out another way, but first he would visit Y/N.

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