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v6quewrlds · 3 days ago

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Just re-read Love Drought and now I need an update on Joe, Chelsea, and their little baby 🥺💞

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James loved the farmers’ market. For a two-year-old extrovert, the Saturday morning market was a dream, the perfect opportunity to greet the world with toddler pointing and a contagious smile. Each week, Chelsea and Joe took him along, pushing the stroller down the brick paths, the smells of freshly picked produce and warm baked goods swirling around them. Today, James’ eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in the vibrant display of fruits and vegetables. The bustle of the crowd didn’t overwhelm him; rather, it seemed to energize him. His chubby little hand shot up to wave at every face that passed by, his dark chocolate coils of hair bobbing with each gesture.

For adult introverts, namely James’ parents, the market was a bit of a sensory overload. But, like most things when it came to their little miracle baby, if James wanted to go to the farmers’ market, shriek and giggle at every colorful sight, they’d make it happen.

James’ navy blue stroller was left empty, no longer serving its specified purpose of carrying him around. Instead, he was now walking hand in hand with Joe, his chubby little fingers tightly gripping onto Joe’s. Chelsea trailed behind, a tote filled with fresh produce swaying with every step she took. The warm sun painted a patchwork of light and shadow through the leaves of the market’s canopy. It was a beautiful day, the kind that forced you to linger, wandering aimlessly, despite the beads of sweat collecting on your forehead.

“Daddy! Look!” James pointed excitedly at a stand of fresh berries. Joe’s heart swelled as he watched his son, the pure joy etched on James’ face bringing him warmth as he took in the vibrant colors of nature’s bounty.

The berry vendor, an elderly woman with a kind smile, noticed James’ enthusiasm and waved the family over, already picking out a blend of strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries. “Hi, what’s your name?” she asked, her eyes twinkling. Joe hoisted James onto his hip, allowing him to be at eye-level with the berry-filled containers.

“JJ, remember how we say hello?” Joe prompted gently, watching as his son’s eyes darted from the berries to the vendor and back again.

James nodded, his grin growing even wider. “I’m James. What your name?” He asked, proud to show off the manners his parents had been teaching him.

The vendor chuckled, her eyes crinkling. “I’m Annie. It’s a pleasure to meet you, James. If it’s alright with Mommy and Daddy, would you like to try some berries?” She offered, glancing up at Joe and Chelsea for approval. They both nodded but said nothing, waiting for James’ response.

“Please?” James’ eyes widened further, the word pronounced closer to ‘peas’ than the polite request it was intended to be.

Annie’s smile grew. “Of course, you may.” She picked out a strawberry that was plump and perfectly ripe, placing it gently into James’ outstretched hand. He looked at it with a mix of excitement and curiosity, his head turning to meet Joe’s eye, seeking his approval before taking a bite.

Joe nodded, his heart melting. “It’s okay, J, go ahead and try it.”

James looked back at the berry, his little thumb and forefinger pinching it, examining it as if it were a rare artifact. Finally, his teeth sunk into the flesh of the strawberry. His eyes lit up as the sweetness hit his taste buds, and he chewed with gusto, juice dribbling down his chin.

The adults cooed simultaneously, Chelsea already reaching out to wipe the juice from James’ chin with a napkin she had tucked into her pocket. The vendor, Annie, watched with a knowing smile, handing over a small cup filled with the berry mix.

“Here you go, James. Take these to enjoy while you walk around with your mommy and daddy. They’re my sweetest berries of the week, I promise.”

Joe took the cup of berries, passing it to Chelsea. “Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with gratitude. James echoed the sentiment, still chewing on the strawberry, his voice muffled by the fruit.

James continued working on his strawberry, his little mouth watering with each bite. Chelsea and Joe decided to let him have a few more berries before they continued their shopping. They sat on a nearby bench, the warmth of the sun baking into the wood, making it almost too hot to touch. But it was worth it for the perfect spot to people-watch and give James a chance to munch away.

The market was a melting pot of locals and tourists, the air buzzing with chatter in various accents and languages. James insisted on standing while he snacked on his berries. Chelsea couldn't help but smile at his earnestness, his eyes lighting up with every new sound and smell. She reached into her tote, finding her phone to snap a quick picture of Joe holding the cup out to James. The sight of their faces, one filled with wonder and the other with pure love, brought a fond, lovesick smile to her lips.

“Mommy,” James exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts. He had a blueberry between his thumb and forefinger, holding it out like a treasure. “For you.”

Chelsea took it with a smile, popping it into her mouth. “Thank you, baby,” she said, overexaggerating the sweetness to encourage James to continue sharing.

Sensing her husband had gone quiet, Chelsea inched closer to Joe who instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in. They watched as James’ eyes followed a butterfly that had danced over from a nearby flower stand. “Tired?” she hummed softly, resting her head on Joe’s shoulder.

Joe nodded slightly, still keeping an eye on James. “Looking forward to his naptime,” he joked lowly, checking the watch on his wrist before calling out, “just a little while longer, buddy.”

“What about you?” Joe turned his gaze from James to Chelsea, the question hanging in the air. Sky blue eyes found hers, his hand warming her thigh through the maxi-length dress she had chosen for the morning.

Chelsea brushed the hair back from Joe’s face, her thumb lingering on his cheek. “Exhausted,” she murmured. “He’s so happy here,” she sighed, curling into Joe’s side, smiling softly when he pressed the softest kiss to her forehead.

Joe hummed in agreement, watching their son with a fondness that never seemed to waver. “Remember when we decided to give us a shot?�� he asked, just loud enough for her to hear over the market chatter.

Chelsea’s smile grew wistful. “I was an insecure nightmare, wasn’t I?”

Joe chuckled. “Your words, not mine. Sitting across from you in that café, never in a million years did I think we’d build this. The house, the family, this life. It’s more than I ever dreamed of.” He paused. “I don’t think I’ve felt an ounce of guilt once in these last five years.”

The confession was quiet, a whisper in the hustle of the market, but it was significant. Chelsea’s eyes searched Joe’s, finding the sincerity that mirrored her own feelings. The past, with all its complications and guilt, felt like a distant memory.

“Do you think we’ll tell him one day? About how we started?” Chelsea’s voice was low, her gaze on James as he giggled and stumbled in his pursuit of the elusive butterfly.

Joe squeezed her hand. “When he’s old enough to understand, yeah. We’ll tell him the truth, that we fell in love, and sometimes love doesn’t follow the most morally straightforward path.”

“But it’s our path, and it led us to him,” Chelsea finished his thought, her voice filled with conviction.

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 1 year ago

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Airport Security

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in which, harry and his daughter madison have a tradition of going on a little father-daughter holiday, they first did it when she was six months old, just before her first birthday and now there doing it just before her second birthday, but today, let’s just say little miss is in a very cranky mood.

As Harry's Range Rover glided along the quiet road towards the airport, he stole a glance at his sleeping daughter, Madison, nestled cosily in her car seat.

Her hair, tied up in two adorable ponytails by his wife just before they left the house at the crack of dawn, bobbed gently with the rhythm of the car. Madison's dummy was nestled in her mouth, her little hand clutching her favourite stuffed bunny.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the sight of his precious daughter, her peaceful slumber filling him with warmth and tenderness. The early morning light cast a soft glow over her delicate features, illuminating the innocence that radiated from her angelic face.

When Madison was six months old, harry took her on a little overnight trip so that the wife could have a bit of a break and then he took her to the Lake District just before her first birthday and now, with her second birthday vastly approaching, he had decided that they were going to spend the weekend in his Italian villa.

Father-Daughter holidays had quickly become a tradition in the Styles household.

As they neared the airport, Harry drove with extra care, mindful not to disturb Madison's rest. He reached back occasionally to tuck the blanket more snugly around her, ensuring she remained comfortable throughout the journey.

As the Range Rover rolled to a stop at the airport, Harry turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, his heart brimming with anticipation for their adventure ahead. With gentle steps, he made his way to the boot of the car, where Madison's stroller awaited.

Carefully lifting the stroller from the trunk, Harry marveled at how quickly Madison had grown, from a tiny infant to a lively toddler. He couldn't wait to explore Italy with her by his side, every moment an opportunity to create cherished memories together.

As Harry opened Madison's car door, he leaned in gently to lift her from the car seat, expecting her to wake up with a sleepy yawn. However, as he cradled her in his arms, he was met with a different response than he anticipated.

Madison grumbled sleepily, "Daddy, noooo... tired."

Harry chuckled softly, "I know, m’pickle, but we're here. S’a quick stop at the airport, then we'll be on our way."

But Madison wasn't having it. Her tiny fists balled up, and she kicked her legs in protest, "No, no, no! Sleepy!"

As Harry tried to settle Madison into the stroller, she resisted fiercely, her tiredness manifesting in stubborn kicks and squirms. Despite his gentle efforts, she continued to protest, her tiny form wriggling in his grasp.

"Come on, Maddy-moo, just a moment longer," Harry urged softly, his voice laced with patience and understanding.

But Madison was having none of it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she cried out, "No! Want Daddy!"

With a determined but gentle touch, Harry managed to secure Madison into the stroller, though her protests continued. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, her bottom lip quivering with emotion.

"I know, pickle," Harry murmured, his heart aching at her distress. "M’right here with you.”

As Harry secured Madison in the stroller, her tired cries still echoing in the early morning air, he quickly retrieved the baby bag from the trunk of the car. With practiced efficiency, he slung it over his shoulder, ensuring he had everything they needed for their journey ahead.

Next, he grabbed the bags filled with their clothes, one for himself and one for Madison. Despite her tears and protests, Harry remained steadfast, determined to make their trip as smooth as possible.

As he locked up the car and began pushing the stroller towards the airport entrance, Madison's cries persisted, tugging at Harry's heartstrings with each step. He longed to soothe her, to ease her discomfort and frustration, but he knew that sometimes, all he could do was be there for her, offering comfort and reassurance.

As they approached the check-in counter, Harry heaved a sigh of relief as the process went smoothly, the airport staff efficiently tagging and loading their bags onto the conveyor belt.

Madison's cries had subsided slightly, replaced by quiet sniffles as she clung to her stuffed bunny for comfort.

With their bags checked in, Harry took Madison's hand and guided her towards the security checkpoint, a sense of apprehension gnawing at his stomach. Airport security was always a daunting prospect, especially with a tired and cranky toddler in tow.

As they joined the queue, Harry mentally prepared himself for the inevitable challenges ahead. He knew that keeping Madison calm and cooperative would be no easy feat, especially with the long lines and strict security measures.

As they reached the front of the security line, the security officer motioned for Harry to take Madison out of the stroller. Harry's shoulders slumped slightly as he anticipated Madison's reaction. He nodded in acknowledgment to the officer, trying to hide his apprehension.

"Sir, I'll need you to remove your daughter from the stroller for a moment," the security officer said kindly, gesturing towards Madison.

Harry forced a smile, his heart racing with anxiety. "Of course, no problem."

"Hey, Maddy-moo," Harry cooed, crouching down to unclasp the straps holding her in the stroller. "We just need to go through security real quick, then we can get moving again."

But Madison wasn't having it. As soon as Harry began to lift her out, she protested loudly, pushing his hands away and crying out in frustration.

"Hey, s’okay, pickle," Harry reassured her, trying to remain calm despite the rising tension. "We just need to do this real quick, then we'll be on our way."

But Madison's cries only grew louder, her tiny fists clenched as she threw her head back in distress. Harry could feel the weight of people's stares, their curious glances making him feel even more uncomfortable and self-conscious.

"Everything alright over here?" another security officer asked, approaching them with concern.

Harry nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "Yeah, she's just a bit tired, that's all. sorry.”

As Harry placed Madison on the ground for a moment to fold down the stroller, he felt a knot of unease tighten in his stomach. He knew Madison was tired, but her behavior seemed beyond mere exhaustion.

As he straightened up, he noticed with a sinking heart that she had darted back through the security lines, her tiny figure disappearing into the crowd.

"Madison! No, sweetheart, come back!" Harry called out desperately, his voice tinged with panic. He quickly folded the stroller and abandoned it, pushing past startled travelers as he raced after his daughter.

"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered apologetically as he pushed his way through the crowded terminal, his heart pounding in his chest. He finally caught sight of Madison, several yards ahead, running as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Madison, stop!" Harry commanded sternly, his voice tinged with frustration as he closed the distance between them. "Y’shouldn't have run off like that. S’not safe!"

But Madison paid no heed to his words. She kicked and squirmed in his arms, her cries piercing the air as she pushed at his face in defiance.

"Madison, enough!" Harry's voice was firm now, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed her hands to stop her flailing, his grip firm but gentle.

“If y’donf behave yourself then we’re going back home,” he parented, stopping her hands from hitting his face once again. “Do y’understand, daddy?”

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archangeldyke-all · 10 months ago

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Halloween with Sevika, Little Fucker and the twins?

Little Fucker wears an inflatable Garfield costume

this is fucking adorable

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it's the twins' first halloween.

sevika was never big on halloween until little fucker came along-- but upon realizing that the holiday gave her an excuse to dress her baby up in adorable little costumes she fell in love with the whole thing. and now that you've got three kids, sevika's a certified halloween lover.

tonight, you've decided to be a family of cats.

little fucker fell in love with an inflatable garfield costume she found at the costume store-- it cost nearly a hundred dollars and you had to buy an air pump to inflate the thing, but it's all worth it for the excited little dance she keeps doing inside her costume and the cackles you get from your neighbors as garfield comes running up their yard begging for candy.

the twins are all bundled up in their stroller-- both of them in kitty onesies, little whiskers painted on their cheeks with some white eyeliner you found in the bathroom. they've been asleep a majority of the night, but on occasion they'll wake up to belly laugh at their big sister, jumping around in her garfield costume.

you've stolen a cat-ear headband from little fucker's stash, dressing practically besides that and the black scarf little fucker stuffed in your back pocket to act as your tail.

and sevika's looking sexy as hell as a half-assed cat-woman-- most of the sexy leather costume replaced with her own warmer clothes, but she's kept the mask. (and the whip-- which is waiting at home for the two of you to play with once the girls sugar crash.)

"ma! the jamison's are giving out full sized candy bars!" little fucker shouts as she toddles up to the stroller, candy trailing after her as it falls out of her little pail. sevika chuckles and cleans up after her daughter, stashing the candy she's dropped in her own pockets.

"oh god, what are we gonna do with all this candy!?" you ask, grabbing your daughter's pillowcase. she cackles.

"eat it, silly!" she squeals. you snort and tug your little inflatable cat to your chest.

"how are you gonna get it in your mouth if your all sealed in there, garfield?" you tease. little fucker giggles.

"mom's been shoving candy bars through the little air slots here." she says. you cackle.

"she's a horrible influence on you."

"you talkin' about me?" sevika asks as she trails after the pair of you, pushing the stroller. you grin and turn around to wrap your wife up in a hug.

"always." you say.

sevika hums, kissing your cheek as you watch little fucker take off for the next house. "she's fucking adorable." sevika chuckles as you watch the orange cat bob up the porch.

"she's so fucking happy in that costume. i dunno if we're gonna be able to get her out of it tomorrow." you laugh. sevika giggles. "i dunno how she even knows who garfield is."

"she doesn't. she just saw the big orange cat costume and pulled out the puppy eyes." says. you laugh.

"ma! can the babies try some m and ms?" little fucker asks as she jogs back up to her little family, waving a bag of m and ms at the stroller.

"just smush 'em up first." sevika says with a shrug.

you watch your eldest daughter carefully crush two separate m and m's and gently feed each of her sisters the candy. shithead squeals with excitement at the sugar, and stinkerbutt manages to get chocolate in her hair. little fucker bends down, trying to kiss her sisters through her costume. they both burst into cackles as the giant inflatable cat's head invades their stroller.

beside you, sevika sighs happily and kisses your head. you grin, reaching out to wrap your hand in hers, then nudging the stroller forward. "c'mon, kids, i hear the next house gives out hot chocolate!"

"oh fuck yes!" little fucker squeals as she takes off down the sidewalk.

beside you, sevika cackles.

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evelynprinceauthor · 3 months ago

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Kink rating - dentist, maybe taking a little baby to the dentist and then subsequent rewards if behaves?

Or just me? 😅

I didn't see this ask!! I'm so sorry it's been neglected for so long!

Uh, this one got away from me...

All characters in this piece of fiction are role-playing adults.

The last time I was at the dentist, I hadn't slept very well the night before (probably because I knew I had to wake up early to go to the dentist...) and my head was fuzzy. I couldn't focus on anything and I kept drifting into daydreams.

And lying there, eyes closed, latex-covered fingers filling my mouth and squeaking against my teeth, I kept thinking about how violating the whole experience felt and, therefore, how easy to eroticize.

Maybe it takes place in the same 'verse as The Stroller, where adults being rehabilitated are forced into littlehood. A dentist appointment feels like it would be an important part of caretaking that would never be neglected by caretakers -- those lucky lucky upstanding citizens chosen to rehabilitate dangerous, community-destroying criminals like shoplifters.

Daddy delays Belle's dentist appointment for longer than he should. She throws so many tantrums when she first arrives and he doesn't want to have to sedate her at the dentist. He wants her to experience every second of it so it fully sinks in that Daddy is going to take care of every single part of her. He also wants to make sure that she doesn't bite the dentist.

So when he finally brings her to the dental clinic, he isn't surprised when the receptionist greets them with, "Little Belle! Finally!" She stands up to peer at Belle over her desk. "Someone doesn't look very happy about her dentist visit!"

Belle's face is red and tear-stained. Daddy has her paci strapped into her mouth to stop her from spitting it out. "She didn't sleep very well," he explains. "She was up with an upset tummy. Her new formula disagrees with her." He rubs a hand over his face, feeling stubble under his palm. It was a fight to get her ready this morning, not quite as bad as it was in the early days but close, and he didn't have time to shave. His jaw aches where she caught him with a kick when he was trying to wrestle her into her adult-sized footed onesie.

The receptionist smiles sympathetically at him. "Restless nights with a new little," she says. "I'll be honest with you, I don't miss it." She taps at her keyboard. "I'll let Doctor Henry know that you're here."

He takes a seat in the waiting room, deciding to keep Belle in her stroller rather than risk her throwing a fit when he takes her out. He wonders if she would have been better behaved today if he put her in her special stroller, the one that stimulates her kitty with every push. He didn't want her worked up and fussy; it's just a short ten-minute walk from his house to the dental clinic, and that usually isn't enough time for her to have a nice little come. His baby girl usually needs at least twenty-five minutes of steady thrusting from the dildo.

(Sometimes, he wonders what her sex life was like back when she was allowed to be an adult. Did she come easily? How much foreplay did she need? Could she come from penetration alone? But he always cuts these musings off quickly. It doesn't matter. That was her old life and now she's here, no longer able to choose sexual partners like an adult would, all her pleasure entirely at Daddy's whim.)

It isn't long before they're called into the dentist's office. Daddy chucks Belle under the chin as he stands up. "They're so excited to meet you, sweetie!" he says. She glares at him, but it's hard to take her too seriously when the shield of her pacifier is bobbing from how hard she's sucking on her dummy.

He wheels her down the hall, which is decorated with clumsy drawings done in crayon. He hopes they're from littles and not actual children. He'll put Belle in her mittens and make her draw a thank you picture for the nice doctor after her check-up. Maybe, if she does a very good job, they'll put it on display. On their way in, they pass a man and his little boy. The little is taller than his daddy, but there's no doubt who's in charge; the little is dressed in sunshine-yellow overalls, with the tell-tale bulge of a diaper around his crotch and bottom, and he's sucking on his thumb, tears in his eyes.

The man gives Daddy a smile. "Good luck," he says. "Hopefully you'll deal with a bit less fussing than I did." He pats his little's bottom. "We're prone to dramatics."

"So's Belle," Daddy replies. "We'll see how it goes."

(She really is the most dramatic little thing. In the early days, if he didn't have her gagged with a pacifier, she'd scream that she hated him, that he was evil, that she wanted to go home. As though she hadn't signed up for this. As though she hadn't agreed that she needed someone to take care of her and save her from herself.)

Doctor Henry is a tall, heavyset man with black-rimmed glasses and a big smile. He immediately bends over Belle's stroller and coos at her. "Is this our brave little patient!" he says. "Sweetie, I'm Doctor Henry. I'm going to look at your toothies and if you're very very good, you might get a lollipop at the end!" He shakes Daddy's hand. "Anything I should be aware of?" he asks.

They talk for a few minutes over Belle's head. She eats solid food, but only very soft textures. Applesauce and mashed yams with no spices and creamy porridge with a little splash of milk when she's been a good girl. He supplements her diet with bottles of formula three times a day. No, he hasn't noticed any pain when he brushes her teeth, just regular babyish fussing. No, at this point, he doesn't have any plans to remove her teeth, but he will keep the option in mind.

"Perfect," Henry says. "I think it's time to get the little one out of her stroller and into our exciting big kid chair!"

It's just a regular dentist chair, but it's upholstered in plastic fabric patterned with cartoon ponies, chickens, and piggies. There are restraints dangling from it, but Daddy hopes they won't have to use them. He helps Belle out of her stroller, holding her upright because the poor nervous baby's legs are all wobbly beneath her, while Doctor Henry explains, "You won't be able to sit in Dada's lap, but don't worry, honey, he'll be right next to you to hold your hand."

Daddy likes Henry's manner. He explains everything to Belle before doing it. He shows her the overhead light and gives her a pair of sunglasses so she doesn't hurt her eyes. He points out the restraints and promises that they're only for very naughty little ones. He explains that some of his tools might look a bit scary, but he promises that Daddy will be right here to protect her. He shows her the paper bib, patterned with unicorns, before the dental tech clips it on.

"Ready?" he says. "We're going to take your paci out now so I can look in your mouth, but you'll get it back soon if you're a good girl."

Once they take her paci away, Belle clamps her mouth shut and won't open it. Daddy sighs. "Belly-Button," he says. She wrinkles her nose; she hates her new nickname and it's so cute when she gets grumpy. "You need to open your mouth."

Henry puts a hand high up on Belle's thigh, right at the line of her diaper. "I need to look at those teethies, honey," he says.

Belle's lower lip trembles violently as she opens her mouth, just a little bit. Her whisper is tiny, so soft that Daddy has to lean in to hear it. "Don't want you to take my teeth."

Both Daddy and Henry laugh. Daddy leans in to kiss her forehead. He loves this girl. He received a letter yesterday asking for his assessment on whether she is ready to be reintegrated into society, and he's going to write his reply today, recommending that she spends at least another six months with him to make sure she's really ready for it. They don't want her reoffending, after all. "You precious little thing," he says. "Doctor Henry isn't going to take your teeth." He removes her sunglasses, then cups her face in his hands, meeting her gaze and lowering his voice so she knows he's very serious. "That's only for very very small babies -- or for little girls who are very naughty and won't stop biting. Daddy doesn't want a tiny baby and you haven't been biting much, so you're going to keep your teethies." Unless you give me a reason to remove them. He knows that she'll understand without him having to say it.

Belle blinks her tear-filled eyes at him and nods. She leans back and opens her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut. Tears leak out of the corners of her eyes. He slides the sunglasses back onto her nose and holds her hand tightly. As Doctor Henry slides his latex-covered fingers into her mouth, she clings to him and warmth fills his chest. She's learning. She's learning that she can trust him, she can rely on him.

All he wants is to keep her safe.

The threat of losing her teeth must really be preying on her mind because she's astonishingly well behaved throughout her appointment. She doesn't try to close her mouth once, even when she starts drooling around Henry's fingers. ("We don't use suction on the littles," he explained. "The noise scares them.") She flinches with each tap of the pick and the tears flow faster, but her mouth stays wide open.

"She looks good," Henry says, fingers still hooked casually in her mouth. "No sign of cavities." He presses his fingers down onto her tongue and her throat convulses. "She has an enthusiastic gag reflex, which you should work on. I can give you a set of pacifiers to start her training." He gestures at the dental tech, who holds up a clear box with six different pacis in it. Each one has a bulb that's thicker and longer than the one before; the first is just a little fatter than her usual paci, and the last will stretch her lips wide and reach all the way to the back of her throat, maybe even going down it a few centimetres.

"It's important to be able to access all parts of our littles," Henry says. "For health care, for maintenance, simply for discipline and control." He massages Belle's tongue, saliva spilling around his fingers. "This is simply another part of it."

He presses his fingers further back in Belle's mouth. She tenses, and he keeps moving them. Further and further until --

Belle gags, retching, and Henry pulls his fingers out, nodding. He wipes them on her bib. "It needs work," he says. He pats her cheek with the hand that was just at her mouth, leaving shiny smears of spit behind on her skin. "You're lucky to have such a dedicated Daddy," he tells her. "You --" He pauses. A hissing sound has filled the room. Belle sobs, only now closing her mouth. Henry chuckles. "Sounds like you have a little Wetsy-Betsy on your hands," he says.

"I'm just glad she didn't mess herself," Daddy says. "I started her on a new formula and I spent all of last night wiping a messy bottom. She's lucky she didn't get a rash."

"It wouldn't be the first time a little one messed in our chair," Henry says. He cups Belle's blushing face and rubs his thumb over her cheek. "Do you put, uh, donations into her bottles?"

Daddy frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Your semen," Henry says. Belle makes a noise -- shock or complaint, Daddy can't quite tell -- and Henry pushes a thumb into her mouth to hush her. "It will help. Both with the tummy troubles and with helping her bond to you. She already relies on you for comfort, but it will strengthen that. She'll associate your taste, your smell, all of it with comfort and a full tummy." He pulls his thumb from her mouth with a slick pop. "She was such a little angel," he says. "Can she have a lollipop?"

"How much time do you have before your next appointment?" Daddy says. "You were so good with her. If you want, she can say a proper thank you to, uh, your lollipop." He twirls one of Belle's braids around his finger. "After all, we need to start working on that gag reflex, don't we?"

"We do," Henry says. He stands up, one hand going to the front of his pants. "Okay, sweetheart," he says. "Mouth open again. Just a little more of your exam left to go. It's very very important that you keep your mouth nice and wide for Doctor..."

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misssparklingpaws · 1 month ago

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Shadow in the Flame

Chapter 34: Hot dad walk, paparazzi’s and cracks in the Calm

At 29 weeks pregnant, Aria Stark had officially transformed into a whirlwind of nesting instincts and controlled chaos.

The Tower’s nursery was spotless. Spotless. As in, white-glove tested, UV-sanitized, and alphabetized down to the extra pacifier clips. There were sixteen swaddles, sorted not just by color, but by emotional tone of color, “soothing blues” in one drawer, “comforting neutrals” in another. Bob, now banned from organizing after putting “sunset taupe” swaddles next to “warm oatmeal” ones, had resigned himself to standing nearby with trail mix and high-protein yogurt, offering moral support and being repeatedly told to stop breathing on the organic bamboo onesies.

But even that wasn’t enough.

One morning, the team wandered into the kitchen expecting coffee and calm, and instead found Aria sitting at the island surrounded by what could only be described as a full-blown war room.

Laptop open. Two tablets. Three phones. Multiple charts and architectural floor plans. Contracts. A printed-out list of Manhattan emergency routes in case of bridge collapse or alien invasion.

“Are you buying a town?” Yelena asked flatly.

“I’ve reserved the Suite at The Manhattan Solace,” Aria said calmly, biting into a slice of kiwi like she wasn’t casually dropping the most absurd bombshell of the week.

Yelena blinked. “The what?”

“It’s a private maternity hospital,” Aria replied, fingers flying over the keyboard. “Top floor. Private chef. Soundproof recovery suite. 24/7 OB and pediatric staff. Media blackout security. Rooftop helipad. Heated toilet seats with programmable presets.”

Ava, clutching a coffee like a lifeline, frowned. “You literally live in a Stark Tower with a medbay run by Bruce Banner.”

“You have Bruce,” Bucky echoed from the fridge. “World’s leading scientist. AI-assisted delivery. Custom diagnostics. He’s literally made babies glow with radiation less.”

“I know,” Aria said, not looking up. “But I want the hallway.”

A beat of silence.

Bob, mid-chew of his cereal, blinked. “What?”

Aria turned around with the serene intensity of a tactician mapping out a final battle plan.

“I want the hallway walk. You know. The iconic first-dad-leaving-the-hospital shot. Hot. Tired. Slightly emotionally wrecked. Carrying the car seat like it’s a sacred relic. Designer hoodie. Sunglasses. The vague media snap in the distance. The big black SUV idling out front. It’s cinematic. It's legacy. I want that.”

Yelena put down her mug. “You’re actually insane.”

John leaned toward Bucky. “Is this… is this rich girl nesting?”

“Luxury legacy nesting,” Bucky corrected, straight-faced. “We’re lucky she didn’t rent a small country.”

“I considered renting a backup suite in Malibu,” Aria muttered. “Just in case the baby likes a coastal breeze better.”

Bob stared in awe. “You… want me to model walk our child out of a hospital?”

Aria nodded seriously. “I have the perfect hoodie already picked. Graphite gray. Casual but devastating. The stroller matches the car interior. You’ll look like a trauma-seasoned Disney prince with a heart of gold. Maybe a little stubble. Like you haven’t slept, but you’re still inexplicably glowing.”

Yelena was wheezing with laughter.

“She’s planning the birth like it’s a Vogue editorial,” Ava muttered, impressed.

“I don’t care what hospital we use,” Bob said, grinning at her. “As long as I’m there with you.”

Aria melted visibly. Then caught herself and scowled. “Focus, hot dad. You’re carrying my future heir in your giant arms. We’re building a dynasty here.”

Yelena snorted. “This kid’s going to come out knowing three languages and a prenup.”

“She already has playlists for different birth outcomes,” Bob added cheerfully. “Emergency C-section gets the dramatic strings. Natural birth gets indie acoustic. If it’s raining, it’s Billie Holiday.”

“She did a fire drill last night,” John said blankly. “With evacuation bags.”

“She color-coded the diapers by absorbency and aesthetic compatibility with the onesies,” Ava offered.

“I just wanted the best for him or her,” Aria said innocently, one hand drifting to her bump. “And a discreet place to land a helicopter, in case we need to deliver him between diplomatic meetings.”

Bob leaned over and kissed her temple. “You’re perfect.”

“No,” she said, focused. “They’re going to be perfect. We are building the strongest Stark-Reynolds unit in recorded history, and I will not be caught delivering him in traffic or wearing hospital-issued socks.”

Bucky raised a brow. “You know you’re going to sneeze and the baby will show up early and none of this will matter, right?”

Aria locked eyes with him. “Don’t you dare manifest that, Barnes.”

Bob nodded solemnly. “She made me sage the nursery.”

“She made FRIDAY sage the nursery,” Bucky corrected. “Digitally.”

“Energy matters,” Aria snapped. “My baby is not entering this plane with residual tension.”

There was a pause. Then Yelena smiled gently and said, “You’re going to be such a good mom, Aria.”

Aria paused, caught off-guard. She blinked once, then gave a small, quiet smile.

“…Yeah,” she said, almost to herself. “I really want to be.”

And in that moment, surrounded by charts, chaos, friends, and a bowl of kiwi, she looked both like a queen preparing a kingdom—and a young woman deeply, earnestly in love with the tiny life she hadn’t even met yet.

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It started as a routine check-in.

Bruce had just gone over the updated scan, confirmed the baby was healthy, and stepped out to give them space. And somehow, what should’ve been a quiet conversation about birth plans turned sharp in the corners.

It was supposed to be a quiet post-check-up conversation. A routine discussion about birth plans. But something about the air was already heavy, like a storm forming over too-still water.

“I’m not doing a scheduled C-section,” Aria said, arms crossed over her belly, tone sharp. “Unless it’s absolutely medically necessary.”

Bob’s voice was calm, but strained. “Aria, I know how strong you are. But this isn’t just about you anymore.”

“Oh, so I should give up my say because you’re nervous?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s what you meant.”

Bob took a breath, hands twitching at his sides. “I meant this isn’t the time to gamble.”

“And you think I am?”

“You can be,” he snapped. “You always want control, even when it’s dangerous. Like a few weeks ago, when you went into the field without backup. Without thinking.”

Aria’s body stiffened. Something cracked in her eyes, like glass under pressure.

Her voice dropped to a low, wounded quiet. “Don’t.”

Bob kept going, not out of cruelty, but fear. “You were six months pregnant. You could’ve been killed.”

“And Yelena would have been,” Aria hissed. “That wasn’t recklessness. That was choice. And I already told you I was sorry. We said we were past that.”

Bob froze.

Aria looked down, breathing hard, jaw trembling. “You’re not just scared. You’re angry. And now you’re throwing things I already owned up to back in my face. That’s not fair.”

“I—” Bob tried, but the words stalled in his throat.

She looked up at him again, this time with real hurt in her voice. “I know you’re scared, Bob. I’m scared too. But using something I already apologized for just because you’re frustrated? That hurts.”

He deflated. Entirely.

The fight left him like air out of a balloon. He ran a hand through his hair, looked away.

“I didn’t mean to—God, Aria, I didn’t mean to weaponize it. I’m sorry.”

Silence.

She didn’t speak for a long moment, her arms folding tighter like she was holding herself together.

“I need you to trust that I’m thinking about this. That I’m not being stubborn for the sake of pride. That I want what’s best—for all three of us. And that includes being allowed to try and bring our baby into the world the way I choose.”

Bob finally met her eyes. “I do trust you. I just… I panicked.”

She nodded, blinking away heat. “Then say that next time. Don’t cut me with old wounds.”

He stepped toward her carefully, like she might bolt. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

He touched her face gently, thumb brushing her cheek. “I’ll follow your lead. Just promise if anything feels wrong—”

“I won’t hesitate,” she finished softly.

He kissed her forehead, then leaned his against hers, both of them quiet and trembling with the weight of the argument behind them.

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The argument was hours behind them now.

Dinner had been quiet. The team picked up on the tension without asking questions. Aria barely touched her food, still stiff with exhaustion—emotional and physical.

Bob noticed everything. Every time she shifted, her back ached. Every time she reached for her water, she winced. And the quiet way she sighed when the lights dimmed was almost enough to break him again.

So he drew the bath.

By the time she came into the bathroom, barefoot and wordless in one of his old shirts that now fit like a crop top, the tub was filled with lavender bubbles and steaming water.

“I figured,” Bob said gently, holding a towel like a peace offering, “you might want some actual comfort tonight.”

Aria blinked at him, surprised. And then her expression melted—just a little.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

He helped her undress in silence, careful and reverent, like she might vanish if he moved too fast. When she stepped into the tub with a sigh, her shoulders dropped for the first time all day.

Bob knelt beside her, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, resting his chin on the edge of the tub.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, voice low. “For what I said. For how I said it.”

“I know,” she whispered, eyes closed. “It just hit hard.”

“I didn’t mean to take the past and turn it against you. I just—when I imagine anything going wrong, I lose my breath. And I think... sometimes I try to control things so I don’t drown in the fear.”

Her hand found his, wet and warm.

“I get it,” she said. “But I need to be able to make my own choices. I need you next to me, not in front of me.”

“I can do that,” he said quickly. “I want to do that.”

She opened her eyes, tilting her head toward him. “Even when I’m unreasonable and bossy and hormonal and cry because my favorite shirt won’t close over my boobs anymore?”

He chuckled. “Especially then.”

She laughed softly. “You’re so screwed.”

Bob kissed her hand. “Already was, the moment I met you.”

They sat in quiet for a while, steam curling in the air, her belly rising gently from the water like a calm moon.

Bob reached for the sponge, gently dragging it across her back.

“Also,” he said after a while, “I made a little chart for your birth plan. Like… with color coding.”

Aria blinked. “You made me a birth plan spreadsheet?”

“And laminated it,” he added.

She snorted. “Of course you did.”

He smiled. “You’re going to do amazing. However this goes. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Her voice was small but solid. “I know.”

He kissed her damp forehead.

The bathwater sloshed gently as she shifted back, letting him cradle her from the edge, his arms around her shoulders and her hands resting over his.

And for the first time that day, they both breathed easy.

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the-name-is-z · 9 months ago

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SKELETONS | ch. 60

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Summary: The group begins to settle into Alexandria, getting used to the community. Something strange appears in the forest outside. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; domestic bliss; performative participation; creepy corpse mutilation

Chapter 60 - Alexandria

Iris walked down the street with the others, somewhat spread like walkers in a small swarm. Deanna advised them to explore, say hello to their new neighbours and companions get to know people. Daryl refused, sitting on the front porch with his crossbow, knees hugged to his chest. He watched Iris go, feeling the stabbing pain in his chest. It felt like something between hope and regret.

Iris walked with Carl, smiling softly as he pushed his sister in a stroller they were given. Judith was smiling and happy, even giggling at the faces Iris was making at her.

“Oh my goodness, well look at you.” An older woman cooed from her front porch.

“What’d you find, Nat?” An old man asked, walking up and putting a hand at her back. Their faces depicted their shock at the sight of the baby, and Iris smiled and waved.

“Hello.” She called. “I’m Iris, this is Carl and Judith.”

“Well, hello dear! Please, come up into the shade, its so hot outside.” The woman beckoned, taking a seat on their porch. Carl parked the stroller at their steps, walking over and allowing the elderly couple to fawn over his little sister.

“I’m Natalie Miller, and this is my husband Bob.” The woman introduced. Iris smiled warmly. “Its been so long since we’ve seen such a little one.” She cooed, playing with Judith’s toes. Iris nodded in understanding. “You must have been so young when you had him. Such a handsome young man.” She patted Carl on the shoulder.

“Iris is our godmother.” Carl explained. “My mother died when Judy was born. My dad is… over there.” Carl pointed, and Iris turned to see a frantic Rick half-jogging down the street behind Jessie. Iris waved calmly and he raised a hand back, taking a deep breath. He came over, urging Carl to go meet with Ron, Jessie’s son. Iris dutifully passed Judith back to her father, bid the Miller’s goodbye and made her way down the street once more.

The second night, Rick still hadn’t slept. The adjustment was hard for all of them. Painful, even. These people were weak, and they couldn’t lose their edge and get comfortable. They had everything, but what happens when someone tries to take it away? Iris got a few hours of shut eye, but it was still pretty hard to rest.

Daryl hissed as he cut his thumb open on the edge of his crossbow. Iris raised an eyebrow as he sucked the blood off and continued messing with it. She looked up as the door closed, her eyebrows shooting up at the sight of Carol. She wore long khaki pants and a button down with a blue cardigan over top. She reminded Iris of the old Carol, the one who was deathly afraid of her fuck-face of a husband. That made Iris scared.

“Time to punch the clock and make the casseroles!” Carol said cheerfully.

“What?” Daryl asked, frowning at her getup.

“Make dinner for the older people— moms who need a break, people who can’t cook. Get to meet a lot of the neighbours that way.” She explained.

“Alright.” Daryl scoffed loudly. Iris pursed her lips, frowning at him before turning to her.

“What’s your angle here?” She asked.

“What? Someone’s gotta do it, be part of the community. Meet the neighbours, play with the kids.” Carol said innocently, shrugging. Iris narrowed her eyes but nodded anyways. Carol turned to Daryl, raising an eyebrow. “Have you taken a shower yet?”

“Uh-huh.” Daryl grunted. Carol narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“Take a shower. I’m gonna wash that vest. We need to keep up appearances, even you.” Carol insisted.

“I ain’t starting now.” Daryl called as she started down the stairs.

“I’m gonna hose you down in your sleep!” Carol shot back, practically skipping down the sidewalk.

“You look ridiculous!” He yelled. Carol grinned, shooting Iris a wink before making her way to wherever it was she was going. Iris chuckled, shaking her head.

The two of them looked up as a man walked up the steps, turning to look at them sheepishly.

“Hey, uh, is there an Iris around here?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He wore dark jeans and a wife-beater, a red flannel shirt over top.

“That’d be me.” Iris replied, raising a hand as she pushed to her feet. The man nodded, extending his own hand.

“I’m Preston. I work the garage.” He introduced. “Deanna told me you were a mechanic.”

“Yeah.” Iris nodded. He nodded back.

“Well, I’ll show you the digs, then.” He offered a half grin and Iris nodded, following him down the steps. She looked back, and Daryl offered her a nod of reassurance. They were about fifteen feet down the sidewalk before they heard shouting. Iris recognized Glenn’s voice and took off running, meeting up with Daryl on their way to the gate. Preston brought up the rear.

“It killed our friend!” Aiden, Deanna’s son yelled. He was supposed to be taking Noah, Glenn and Tara on a run today, with Nicholas, the man from the gate. “Look, I’m not having this conversation. You obey my orders out there.”

“Oh, well, then we’re just as screwed as your last run crew.” Glenn snapped in response. Nicholas’ face contorted in anger. Iris and Daryl stepped up slowly, ready to back up Glenn at a moment’s notice.

“Say that again.” Aiden warned softly, close enough to Glenn that they could kiss.

“Back off, Aiden.” Tara huffed. Aiden’s response was to shove Glenn backward with his hand.

“Come on, man, just take a step back.” Noah added. Aiden shoved Glenn back again.

“Come on, tough guy.” Aiden urged.

“No one’s impressed, man. Walk away.” Glenn warned, his voice lethally low.

“Aiden! What is going on?” Deanna yelled.

“This guy’s got a problem with the way we do things.” Aiden replied confidently. He turned around to face his mother. “Why did you let these people in?”

“Because we actually know what we’re doing out there.” Glenn replied. Aiden reared back to strike Glenn across the face, but he was angry and slow. Glenn ducked effortlessly, jabbing him in the nose, hard.

“Aiden, no! That’s enough!” Deanna yelled. Nicholas surged into action, lunging for Glenn as he sent Aiden to the ground. Daryl tackled him before he could move a foot. Rick and Carl appeared at the gate, immediately running forward. “I said that’s enough!”

“Let’s not do this now.” Rick hissed as he pried Daryl up, keeping him from throttling Nicholas completely.

“You wanna end up on your ass again?” Iris asked with a shit-eating grin as Aiden staggered to his feet. She faced off with him, her hand hovering over a concealed knife, just waiting for him to make the next wrong move.

“I’m cool, alright?” He muttered as he took a step back.

“Daryl.” Rick huffed, yanking him upward and pushing him away. Nicholas coughed, clutching his neck as he hid behind Deanna.

“I want everyone to hear me, okay?” Deanna called loudly as everyone stepped to their sides. It was very us-versus-them and Iris was very conscious of it. “Rick and his people are part of this community now. In all ways, as equals. Understood?” She looked pointedly at Aiden as she said this, and he halfheartedly agreed. Iris yearned to throw him on his ass. “All of you turn in your weapons. Then you two come talk to me.” She ordered, jabbing a finger at Aiden and Nicholas.

Daryl paced in a small circle as the community members dispersed, leaving just their group in a small circle near the gates. Plus Deanna and Preston. Daryl stared daggers after Nicholas.

“I told you I had a job for you.” Deanna said, looking up at Rick. Well, she looked up at everyone. She was a very short lady. “I want you to be our constable. That’s what you were and that’s what you are. And you, too.” She looked to Michonne. “Will you accept?”

“Okay.” Rick agreed after a moment, nodding slowly. Iris raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m in.” Michonne agreed, smiling softly. She was downright excited. Daryl scoffed loudly, picking up his crossbow and storming away from the group. Iris made to go after him, but Preston stepped in between them, smiling nervously.

“So, uh, the garage?” He asked. Iris sighed, glancing after Daryl before nodding. She had to let him cool off anyways, so the garage it is.

"Thank you.” Deanna said softly, looking over to Glenn.

“For what?” He asked.

“For knocking him on his ass.” She replied. Maggie smiled at her husband, but Glenn just shook his head and wandered off.

“Iris?” Preston asked. She blinked, and realized he was waiting for her.

“Right. Sorry.” She shook her head, trying to get out of it. Preston led the way.

“This place is fucking mint.” Iris said with wide eyes, looking around at the brand-new garage. Stocked with every kind of tool you could think of, oil, lifts, everything.

“Yeah, it was brand new, opened about a week before it all happened.” Preston explained with a grin as he led her around. “I’ve been managing the supplies, tools and cars we have to fix as it piles up. Had no one that really knows how to use them.”

“No one around here can do an oil change?” Iris asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, sure, but sometimes there are bigger issues. And if you’re thinking it might be easier to just get new cars, wait till you see our inventory.” He led her to a field where they had parked all of their cars, still inside the walls. They had trucks, pickups, military vehicles, sports cars, and motorcycles, plural.

“Goddamn.” Iris mumbled. She covered her mouth. “Sorry, I might, uh… have trouble holding my tongue.”

“Don’t worry.” Preston chuckled with a wink. “These aren’t virgin ears.” He perked up, as if remembering something. “Oh, speaking of which. Aiden found this a few weeks back and I managed to convince him to keep it here. Most of these places have CD players and whatnot, but I figured this was a good place for it.” He brought her back inside, hauling an old school boombox with a tape deck onto the counter. He then pulled out an old milk crate full of tapes. “Music was kind of my thing, before… yeah.”

“Cool! Definitely better than listening to static while working.” Iris said with a laugh. “Damn, this place might not be so bad.” Preston smiled.

“Hey, you’re playing the part, too.” Carol noted, pointing at the already-grease-covered wife-beater and coveralls Iris had donned. It felt so natural it was almost scary.

“Elbow deep in an engine is where I belong.” Iris said with a grin. Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. The three of them stood on the porch, sharing a cigarette. Well, Carol didn’t, but she chatted idly with them. The door opened soon enough, Rick stepping through with his brand new uniform on. He looked… like he did at the beginning.

“We good?” He asked Daryl quietly.

“Yeah.” Daryl grunted. “You a cop now?”

“I’m trying it on for size.” Rick sighed.

“So we’re staying?” Carol asked. Rick sighed again, nodding.

“I think we can start sleeping in our own homes. Settle in.” He explained.

“If we get comfortable here, let our guard down, this place is gonna make us weak.” Carol said, voicing all of their concerns. Everyone in the group had said something similar at this point.

“Carl said that.” Rick agreed, nodding. “But it’s not gonna happen. We won’t get weak. That’s not in us anymore. We’ll make it work. And if they can’t make it… then we’ll just take this place.”

“I don’t see it, but it’s close. Just one of ‘em.” Daryl stated. They were outside the walls in the woods, in each of their respective uniforms, standing at an abandoned house beside the junk pile someone left in the yard and died before they could burn.

“So what do you think?” Rick asked.

“We can go in when it’s empty.” Carol stated.

“How is that? It’s locked up at night.” Rick replied.

“The window, it’s just a latch, I can leave it open.”

“A latch?”

“Yeah.”

“What if one of those pricks shuts it?” Daryl asked.

“It’s not as if Olivia’s an ex-marine. It wouldn’t be hard to… you know.” Iris muttered. “In the case of an emergency or otherwise.”

“Can’t just take her out. We could wait a couple of days and leave the latch open again.” Carol shrugged. Iris pursed her lips.

“It’s getting closer.” Daryl stated, pointing out the walker again.

“We need to do it sooner than later.” Rick decided. “Right now, they’re not watching us. Not worrying about meetings like this. We may need the guns, we may not.”

“We will.” Carol assured. “Whatever way it goes.”

“I don’t like this.” Iris mumbled to herself, feeling that deep uneasy feeling in her stomach again.

“It’s necessary.” Daryl replied quietly, his hand hovering between her shoulder blades.

“They’re the luckiest damn people I’ve ever met.” Rick chuckled in disbelief. “And they just keep getting luckier.”

“How’s that?” Daryl asked. Rick shrugged.

“We’re here now.” He said simply. Daryl made a face of approval.

“They’ve got a couple of foot lockers just full of 9 millimetre autos, Rugers, Kel-Tecs. Just tossed in there. They don’t use them, never gonna know they’re gone.” Carol explained. Iris whistled, shaking her head.

“Someone’s got one now, right?” Daryl stated, looking over at the junk pile. Rick had previously admitted he stashed a pistol in a blender there, only to return later to find it empty.

“Carl said he saw Enid climbing the walls to get outside. It might have been her. He’s been watching her.” Iris explained slowly.

“You sure he’s not watching her for… the other reason?” Carol asked slowly. Rick raised his eyebrow as Iris smirked.

“It’s a little of both.” She replied.

“He tells you this stuff and not me.” Rick complained, shaking his head. “Anyways, the others, we want them to try.”

“You too.” Carol said, pointedly looking at Daryl.

“So we keep it quiet. Just us.” Rick nodded. He jerked his chin behind Daryl at the walker approaching. “Here it comes.”

“I got it.” Daryl turned, pulling out a thick hunting knife.

“Hey, wait.” Carol called. She brought up her pistol, a silencer screwed onto the end. She closed one eye, firing seven bullets into its chest before one in the forehead. When she turned back to Rick and Daryl’s confused expressions, she rolled her eyes. “We said you were taking me out shooting. I couldn’t go back with a full mag.”

“Lucky he came by.” Daryl replied. Iris grinned happily while Rick shook his head.

“We should get back.” Iris said, glancing down at her watch. Rick nodded.

“You’ll pull the latch, we’ll pick our moment. Us, we don’t need to be lucky.” He said to Carol as they rounded their house, making their way back to the walls. Daryl stopped dead over a fallen walker, kneeling down beside the body.

“What the hell is that?” He murmured.

“Hm?” Iris asked, stopping beside him. The walker was laid face up, a large ‘W’ carved into its forehead.

“Is that a ‘W’?” Daryl asked.

“Looks like it.” Iris said with a frown. Rick knelt down to get a good look, scowling at it. He stood up and they moved on, but Iris stayed, looking at the carving. It was done postmortem, for sure. And the slice across his stomach, where he had been visibly disembowelled… pre-mortem cause of death. She’d seen enough gang killings to distinguish it. It also seemed an awful lot like Gareth’s hunters and their habits, though perhaps not cannibalistic, considering this man still had all his limbs.

“Iris?” Daryl called.

“Coming.” She replied, pushing to her feet and following after them.

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justabooknerdposts · 1 year ago

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hey, could you make one of estelle finding out that percy and annabeth are demigods? thank u so much i love your works <3

*Okay, I kind of struggled with this one because I don’t feel like they’d hide it from her. I feel like it would be one of those things she’s always known. So, after a lot of thinking, I finally came up with this. Hope you enjoy!* Also, reminder, still closed to prompts, just catching up on a few old ones I hadn't gotten to yet.*

Demigods

It happened during spring break of his freshman year of college. Percy had come home to New York, catching a ride with Hazel on Arion, since she was visiting Camp Half-Blood as part of the two camps’ exchange program. Hazel was going to be spending a week at the Greek camp and Malcolm Pace was going to be at Camp Jupiter for a week. Annabeth had stayed in New Rome to work on a project for one of her architecture classes and to hang out with her demigod brother, who she hadn’t seen in a while. Percy had to admit he could understand the appeal, since the main reason he’d wanted to go to New York for a week was to hang out with Estelle.

His one-year-old sister was thrilled to see him. She squealed, patted his face, grabbed his nose, tugged on his ears and hair, and slobbered all over his cheeks and chin in an attempt to give him kisses. Basically, it was an awesome greeting.

The next day, he volunteered to take Estelle to a nearby park, to give his mom and Paul a break. The first part was fun. He pushed Estelle on the swing, grinning back at her when she gave him a drooly, three-toothed smile, her chubby legs kicking excitedly. Then he sat her on his lap to go down the slide. Estelle squealed so loudly that at first he was afraid she was scared, but then he realized she was laughing.

So they went down the slide about seven more times.

Everything was going well. Percy was having a great day with his baby sister. Even the weather was cooperating; it was a sunny, warm, early spring day, the trees just starting to be touched by green.

And then, as they turned the corner a few blocks from their apartment, Percy pushing Estelle in her stroller, he froze.

Skulking in an alleyway, flexing their muscles, were two Laistrygonian ogres. For one moment, Percy thought maybe he could slowly back away unseen.

And then their eyes fell on him. One glared, one grinned, and both pushed away from the alley wall and started moving towards him.

Percy cursed in his head, even as he reached for Riptide and, in the same move, stepped in front of Estelle in her stroller.

“Hey, guys,” Percy said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he palmed Riptide, still in pen form. “How’s it going?”

“Better now, Perseus Jackson,” one of the Laistrygonians rumbled. “Babycakes and I have been hoping you would reappear.”

Percy cursed out loud this time as he realized it was one of the ogres who had attacked him years ago during gym class. And, apparently, the monster’s girlfriend, who was still glaring at Percy.

“Do you know how annoying it was to have to wait for Joe Bob to reform?” Babycakes crossed her meaty arms, which were tattooed as thoroughly as her boyfriend’s.

“Probably really annoying,” Percy agreed. “Sorry about that. Anyway, great to see you all again, I’ll just be on my way—”

“I don’t think so, Perseus Jackson.” Joe Bob grinned, showing his crooked, stained teeth. “We were just trying to decide what to do for lunch. And then here you are.”

“And you brought a baby,” Babycakes cooed. “I love babies.”

Percy’s skin crawled. His own voice came out like a growl. “No one touches my sister.”

The Laistrygonians laughed and prepared to charge. They never got the chance. The moment they threatened Estelle, rage rose like a red hot wave in Percy’s chest. With a metallic shink, Riptide appeared in his hands. He leapt forward and, in two swift swipes, he dispatched the giants. They barely had time to look surprised before bursting into piles of monster dust.

“Enjoy Tartarus,” Percy muttered. It wasn’t something he’d normally say, after having been there himself, but he didn’t have any sympathy for monsters that threatened his sister.

Behind him, Estelle gurgled. Percy turned to look at her, Riptide still in his hands. Estelle was smiling and drooling as she chewed on her hand. When she saw him looking at her, she squealed happily and held out her arms. Percy scanned the street, but when he didn’t see any additional threats, he capped his sword, slipped the pen back in his pocket, and reached down to unbuckle Estelle from her stroller. His hands were shaking when he picked her up. She didn’t seem to notice. Instead, she babbled and patted his face. Percy managed a smile. “Come on, Estelle. Let’s get home before we run into any other problems.”

His mom and Paul were still out when Percy and Estelle got home. His little sister started to whine as soon as they got in the door, so after Percy had shut, and locked, it, he bounced her on his hip, which she usually liked. But Estelle wasn’t having it right now. So Percy changed his hold until he was cradling her against his shoulder. Estelle nuzzled her face against his shoulder and one small hand gripped his shirt as she continued to whine. Percy patted her back, then, cuddling her against his chest, headed to the kitchen to make her a bottle.

After she fell asleep while drinking her bottle, Percy stayed on the couch, just holding her for a while. Even though he’d dispatched the monsters easily enough, the fact remained that, just for a minute, his baby sister, his fully mortal baby sister, had been in danger. Because of him. And that wasn’t a good feeling.

Finally, Percy stood up, Estelle fast asleep in his arms, and carried her to her crib. Giving her a featherlight kiss on the forehead, he laid her down and tucked her in. Then he headed across the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he turned on the shower and used his powers to arc the water, letting it catch the rays of late afternoon sunlight coming through the window, creating a rainbow. Tossing in a drachma, he said, “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me Annabeth Chase at New Rome University.”

The rainbow shimmered. A few moments later, Annabeth appeared. Luckily, she was alone, sitting at her desk in her dorm room, absorbed in sketching. The sunlight coming through the window made her blonde hair glow. Percy watched her for a moment, already feeling a little better. But finally, when she didn’t look up, he said, “Hey.”

Annabeth jumped. When she saw him, though, an easy smile crossed her face. “Hey, Seaweed Brain.” The smile faded, though, as she studied his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Had a little bit of a run-in with some Laistrygonians.” He told Annabeth about what had happened, how he’d been on his way back from the park with Estelle, how the monsters had surprised him, how he’d dispatched them with no problem, but how he couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling in his stomach quite as easily.

“I just—” Percy ran a shaky hand over his face and through his hair, “I just can’t get past the fact that Estelle was in danger because she was with me.”

Annabeth tilted her head, as if thinking. Her gray eyes were intense as she’d listened to his story, but now they softened as she said, “I have a slightly different take on it. I’d say Estelle was never really in danger because she was with you.”

Percy shook his head. “That sounds good, but it’s not true. If they’d gotten the jump on me or something—”

“Percy.” Annabeth’s voice was a little more stern. She leaned forward on her desk, closer to the I-M. “You once blew up a volcano. Not to mention lots of plumbing over the years. You don’t think you could blow up a New York City water main to wipe out some monsters if Estelle was in danger?”

Percy took a leaf out of her book and rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah, probably, but that’s not—”

“That’s exactly the point, Seaweed Brain.” Annabeth’s expression was earnest as she locked eyes with him. “I’m not letting you beat yourself up about this one. Could something potentially happen to Estelle that would be absolutely out of your control? Yes, possibly. But would you do literally everything in your power to keep her safe? Absolutely. And you have a lot of power to call on, Percy. More than you even recognize sometimes. Your little sister is as safe with you as she’s going to be with anybody. Trust me. I know you.”

Percy blinked hard and cleared his throat. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” He managed a smile at his girlfriend. “I believe you.”

“Good.” Annabeth returned his smile. “I am sorry that happened, though. It sounds like a scary moment.”

“It did scare me,” Percy admitted, running his hand through his hair again. He exhaled. “Just more to lose, you know?”

“I know.” Annabeth raised her hand, just barely touching the Iris-message, so that it looked like her fingers were melting into the rainbow. Percy raised his hand to hers and it almost seemed like their palms were touching, even three thousand miles apart.

Naturally, Estelle chose that moment to start fussing from her crib across the hall.

“Uh-oh,” Percy said. “That might be my cue.”

“Give her a kiss for me. I love you.” Annabeth blew him a kiss. “Enjoy your visit, babe. It’s going to be okay.”

“Thanks, Wise Girl. Love you, too.”

Percy did feel better, even as he swiped through the I-M and Annabeth’s image faded. He turned off the shower, then headed across the hall to Estelle’s room. She was standing up in her crib, hair nap-mussed, whining around her pacifier. But when she saw him, her entire tiny face lit up and her pacifier nearly fell out as she smiled. Percy felt a pang in his chest, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

“Hey, Estelle,” he said as he crossed the room to scoop her up. “Good nap?”

She burbled happily to him and Percy couldn’t help grinning.

He kissed one of her chubby cheeks. “That one’s from Annabeth.” Then he kissed the other. “And that’s from me. I love you, Estelle. And I’m always going to protect you. Don’t worry about that.”

His baby sister tugged on his ear and squealed. Percy figured she got the message.

“Let’s check out the kitchen,” he told her. “I think there’s a jar of mashed carrots with your name on it.”

He kissed the top of her head as he carried her down the hall. Annabeth was right, he couldn’t totally control every situation. But he would always do everything in his power to keep his little sister safe.

#pjo #fanfic #percabeth #percy jackson #writing #fanfiction #ff #stories #request #annabeth chase #CLOSED TO PROMPTS #I'm just catching up on old ones

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ciskink · 2 months ago

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you'd finally done it. you'd worked up the courage to wear a diaper to the mall. standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom, you contemplated pairs of pants, trying to visualize how visible your padding might be underneath. in the end sweatpants seemed like the safest option. and... just to make sure, you wore a zip-up jacket that hid your butt.

after surveying a number of stores, gawking at astronomical prices, and walking around, you were pretty hungry. your growling stomach didn't let you forget. hitting up the food court was easy, though the crowd had you a bit on edge. almost every table was full or at least semi-occupied, and it being the lunch rush meant the place was packed. you picked one of the most secluded tables you could find after grabbing your food, but you were still surrounded. audibly, hopefully, only to you, your diaper crinkled against the plastic seat.

about halfway through your meal you noticed a commotion across the food court. craning your head above the crowd to get a peek, your jaw dropped. there, a stroller, was a person presumably only a little older than you. a pacifier bobbed from their lips. a very visible diaper peeked out from their onesie. the woman who was presumably toting around the 'baby' had one hand on the stroller and one hand on her phone, which she talked in to loud enough that you could hear her laughing across the room. hurriedly, you grabbed the remains of your meal and made for the trash can. you weren't hungry anymore. you had to get a closer look.

there was no mistaking it. that was someone in a stroller and a thick diaper in the middle of the mall like it was no big deal. you were suddenly self conscious about your own diaper and you pulled down your jacket to hide your butt more. okay. you'd seen enough and you had to go. but as you skirted past the 'mother' and her 'baby', the hand holding onto the stroller reached out and snatched onto you.

it didnt matter how much you weighed, she lifted you into the air as if you were a sack of potatoes. and then she pulled down your pants. heat bloomed in your cheeks as she exposed your diaper to the entire food court, holding you over her shoulder.

"hang on, ill call you right back." she says into her phone before hanging up, directing her full attention to you. "dont think i dont know when someones crinkling in my vicinity." her voice sent shivers up your spine. as if against your control, your bladder suddenly emptied into the diaper held close to her head. "weak bladder? or just a little afraid?" still carrying you over her shoulder, she grabs onto the stroller yet again, heading in the direction of the doors. you shield your eyes from the stares of the people around you as youre suddenly turned to face them.

"changing supplies are in the car, and then... well, obviously i cant let you just leave without something in return. and my baby here has always wanted a younger sibling to play with."

#forcefam #forcefamily #im not too pleased with the end of this but like #can you understand the vision

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alwaysurvalentine · 9 months ago

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if you're hungry, they are too - st fic

yes the title is a play on the "If they're cold, you're cold." I promise it makes sense...maybe.

Written for Day 5 "Did you hear that?" and Day 18 "Candy" for the @steddie-spooktober event! - wc: 1.6k - cw: n/a - things to note: this is a kid fic! Steve and Eddie are parents to Theo and Eve who are 4! Chrissy and Robin also have a baby girl, Hannah.

enjoy! 💛

Eddie’s standing in front of Steve, tongue poking between his lips in concentration. He’s got a gentle hand cradling the back of Steve’s head to keep him still, and the other is tracing delicate lines along Steve’s nose and mouth with a gray eyeliner pencil. They’d decided on a Wizard of Oz theme this year and Eddie’s taken his role as the family’s ‘make-up artist’ seriously – right now he’s adding the finishing touches to make Steve a believable tin man. There’s already drawn on patches covering Eddie’s nose and cheeks from where he got ready while Steve got the twins ready.

“Papa? Are you almost done?” Eve’s voice carries from the bathroom doorway, a soft whine accompanying her words. She’d woken up that morning ready to go trick-or-treating; Steve made Eddie be the one to explain they had to wait until it got later. The only thing that saved them from a meltdown was to let her wear the blue and white checkered dress Dorothy is famous for all day. Her favorite stuffed animal, Spot the Dog, is dangling from her hand and Eddie turns to her with a grin.

“Yeah, sweet-pea. Is your brother ready? We can leave soon, Daddy just has to put the candy out so that other people can get a treat if they come by.” Eve nods, brown curls bobbing with the movement before she darts away again yelling for Theo.

Steve clicks the front porch light on, illuminating the witch decoration they’ve placed on the porch. It’s hunched over a cauldron that they’ve filled with all the candy the neighborhood kids could possibly want. Last year they’d just dressed up and passed out their own candy because Theo and Eve were still too small to make any rounds through the neighborhood. This year they’re old enough to stumble up to houses on their own, but Eddie still wanted to do a family costume. Robin mentioned that the houses in her neighborhood always have crazy decorations, apparently someone’s set up a maze to get to their front door? Doesn’t matter, any reason to see Robin is a good one. He’ll also get to see his new niece, Hannah. Robin wasn’t going to worry with a costume for her, but Chrissy convinced her to dress up as a flower so that Hannah could be the cutest little flower. She’s only a month old but she’s already got everyone wrapped around her tiny fingers.

Robin’s house is at the beginning of the neighborhood and it’s covered in massive webbing across the yard. There’s two massive spiders on their front porch, seemingly guarding the bowls of candy they’ve placed in front of their door. A poster with Chrissy’s handwriting reminds kids to ‘take one and have fun!’ with a couple cartoon ghosts drawn to the side. Steve can already see the other houses are similarly covered; a family down the street seems to be setting up a projector to play against their garage and another has turned on their inflatables to make sure they’re ready when kids start walking. He pulls into their driveway just as the garage door rises, showing Robin’s grin as the face of a hot pink flower. She waves excitedly and turns to punch the code in so their garage shuts behind them. Chrissy’s turned towards Hannah who’s curled up in their stroller, blonde hair pulled back behind her blue flower face.

“Auntie!!” Eve’s yelling with excitement in the backseat, feet kicking at Steve’s back. He know if he looks behind him the twins will be unbuckled so he chooses to glance at Eddie instead. A grin’s stretched across his face making his ‘patches’ crinkle and there’s fake straw poking out from the rim of his hat – he looks just as handsome as he did when they met.

“Let’s go follow our yellow brick road.”

It’s late when they get back, Theo and Eve fell asleep as soon as they were buckled in. They’re holding onto the handles of their candy bags as they sleep like they’ll disappear in a moment’s notice. Eddie’s driving back, tapping along to whatever song is playing on the radio.

“Think they had fun?” Eddie glances at Steve and smiles at his question. The moon lights up Eddie’s grin and Steve sleepily smiles back.

“Are you kidding? This was the best night of their lives! Eve’s got a backbone of steel.” Eddie puffs up his chest as he talks about their daughter’s bravery. And he’s not wrong. While some of the houses had been so scary that didn’t dare approach their porch, Eve had just stomped right up and asked for extra candy for her brother. Steve’s glad they have each other, even if part of him worries about what they’ll be like when they’re older. He figures if he and Eddie could get through two kids in their terrible two’s at the same time, puberty should be a breeze. (Future Steve will remember this thought and scoff while he waits for his daughter to cool off after slamming a door. But that’s a story for another time.) A hand on his leg brings his attention back to Eddie, who squeezes his thigh gently while turning. “We’ve got a couple of good ones.”

“They take after you.” Another sideways glance and Eddie’s grin fades into a soft smile.

“I love you.” Steve takes Eddie’s hand off his leg and presses a gentle kiss to his palm.

“I love you too.”

Parking the car does nothing to wake the twins and Steve resigns himself to carrying at least one of the twins inside. Seeing Eddie yawn and stretch long enough to make his back pop changes Steve’s mind to carrying both kids inside.

“Think you can unlock the door and turn off the porch light while I get these two to bed?” Steve whispers even though he knows nothing but breakfast would stop the snores in the backseat.

“Already on it, sweetheart.” Eddie leans over the console and presses a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek before getting out of the car and heading to unlock the door through the garage.

“Alright, you two.” At some point in the drive, it looks like Theo let go of his candy bag in favor of taking his sister’s hand, so Steve disconnects them slowly before picking Theo up out of his seat. His little boy curls into his neck, left hand clutching onto the front of Steve’s sweater in his sleep. It’s only with lots of practice that Steve’s able to get Eve onto his other hip. She grumbles more than Theo before resting her head on his shoulder, asleep again before he even steps inside.

Eddie’s waiting for him in the hallway, arms open to take one of them from Steve. He eases Eve from his shoulder and she goes easy into Eddie’s arms, wrapping her own around his neck.

“Night Daddy. Love you.”

“Goodnight, baby, love you too.”

Washing their faces takes longer than Steve would like, but he finally feels more like himself when he brushes his teeth. “How early do you think they’ll have us up tomorrow?” He punctuate his sentence with a yawn and turns to click off the lamp on his side when Eddie climbs into bed.

“Knowing them? Probably as soon as the sun comes up. Especially since we left their candy in the car.” Eddie’s words are mumbled into Steve’s neck, curling his arms around Steve to pull him back towards his chest. Steve knows his husband is right and sighs, turning his neck enough to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before nuzzling into the coolness of his pillow.

“Mm. Yeah. Goodnight, Ed.” He’s asleep even before Eddie can return the sentiment.

A loud crashing noise jolts Steve awake. It sounds like someone at the front door and panic fills his viens when the noises don’t stop. Eddie’s rolled over to his side of the bed at this point, arm danging off the side of the bed and a line of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth.

“Ed...Eddie!” The brunette wakes with a small gasp, eyebrows scrunched in confusion when he noticed Steve reaching under the bed for the bat he knows is hiding there.

“Steve?”

“Do you hear that?” Steve can see the moment the noise registers for Eddie, moonlight dancing in their room enough to see his brown eyes widen. Finally, his hand makes contact with the wooden handle of his bat. This one doesn’t have any nails in it, but it’ll do the job if he needs to protect his family. He stands up and raises the bat to his shoulder as Eddie shoves the blankets off of him. As quietly as he can, Steve edges the bedroom door open and edges into the hall. There’s no noise coming from Eve or Theo’s room so he’s hoping that they’re still asleep – and the noises from the front door have quieted down. He can feel Eddie’s presence trailing behind him, both of their socked feet cushioning any noise their steps might make.

When he turns into the living room, Steve swings the bat as a precaution. But nothing looks wrong in here; no shattered glass or mess left behind from someone being in the house. Another sound from the front door and he darts forward. The door is still locked from earlier but someone or something is outside. He goes to one side as Eddie goes to the other, and he nods for the door to be opened so he can take a swing.

Eddie nods and holds up three fingers, then two, then one. The door swings open and a moment later the light is flicked on too. Except there is no one there, no person or creature threatening to break down their door.

“Is that-?” Eddie’s question is cut off by a laugh and he points down towards the witches cauldron they set up earlier. Three little raccoons look up at them for a moment before darting away, each of them with some kind of candy in their mouths.

#tempted to write some one shots of robin Chrissy and their daughter #would anyone be interested in that?#dad steve harrington #Eddie munson #Steve harrington #dad eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #stranger things fic #valentine writes #steddiespooktober

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qinnyanimation · 3 months ago

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Qinny Bob the Stroller Larry, WHEN ARE WE GETTING THE FULL ODYDIO SMUT

NOT UNTILL I FIGURE OUT HOW TO DRAW THE MAGIC MAN THING OKAY????? SMUT IS FRUSTRATING IT AINT FUN

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autumnmobile12 · 1 year ago

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Ghost Hunt x My Hero Academia Crossover

So I've wanted to explore the concept of Mai Taniyama's abilities in Ghost Hunt as as Quirk in My Hero Academia for awhile now because, frankly, she has the groundwork for an interesting one: Through clairvoyant dreams, Mai has the ability to witness past events, communicate with the dreams of other people, and even pass along small objects in dreams. She's also incredibly intuitive and has been able to rely on gut feelings in past investigations. (This last one may or may not be a Quirk thing.)

There's a few applications here. Firstly, the retrocognition would be a useful Quirk since it's primary function in Ghost Hunt's canon is showing Mai exactly how a person died. In the My Hero 'verse, this would allow her to determine if an unnatural death was accidental or a homicide, and in a missing person case, the astral projection side of her abilities can allow her to locate victims and determine what condition they're in and maybe find where they are.

The major drawback to this ability, though, is it would be a hellish Quirk to cope with as the way her dreams work, she is often compelled to relive the death as though it were hers. Not exactly the key to a healthy state of mind experiencing the last thoughts and feelings of a person who's died, and possibly violently at that.

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Realistically, not the flashiest of powers, so she would definitely be on the more obscure side of the Pro-Hero popularity spectrum, probably somebody only Deku has heard about with any real know-how on who she is and what she can do. For comparative purposes, her career path would align closer with Aizawa's in that she can't rely on her Quirk to fight and therefore has to resort to alternative methods to handle a crisis. Abilities speaking, she's definitely geared more toward reconnaissance, stealth, and investigation, which is how she operates in Ghost Hunt anyway and why I went with a darker color scheme for her costume.

I want to incorporate her Nine Cuts somehow, but I haven't settled on a way to do that quite yet.

The name Epimetheia comes from the Greek Titan Epimetheus. I could have gone with some feminine form of Morpheus, the god of dreams, but I really think Mai's retrocognition is the core trait the of her power. Epimetheus is the titan god of hindsight. He 'knew all that came before.'

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As always for Ghost Hunt, I tend to write Mai as a young adult, so she is not a student in this. Actually, for this crossover, she is much older than the main cast. She's in her twenties in the fanart shown here, but this is decades before the actual timeline.

And with that, here's a brief, un-edited snippet of something I've been playing with:

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“We’ve actually met once before,” Hawks said abruptly.

“Have we?” Taniyama turned to him, confused. Her expression brightened somehow and the tired, hollowness of her eyes was gone.

“Yep. I was just a little kid then, so I don’t blame you for not remembering.” It was so long ago that he barely remembered it. “It was at the zoo. I’d heard they were letting kids in for free that day, so I found a chance to get away from my mom and headed out. I always wanted to see a real elephant.”

Her lips curled into a warm smile. “And did you?”

“Sure did.” He bobbed his head in brief nod. “I was standing in front of their enclosure and someone knocked into me with a stroller or something and I dropped my plushie. As I was trying to get it back, all these people kept kicking it out of the way or stepping on it. And then it landed by your feet and you picked it up.”

Taniyama was silent.

“I remember you crouched down to give it back to me and you had the biggest smile on your face. You asked if it was mine. Thing is, though…I think you noticed how dirty I was. You asked if I was okay and where my mom was. You even asked if you could buy me a pair of shoes.” He hadn’t let her. If he’d returned home with a brand new pair of shoes instead of the secondhand ones that were falling apart, his dad would have beaten him and demanded to know where he’d gotten them. Or he would have taken and pawned them for cash the first chance he got. Or both. But the hero Epimetheia must’ve suspected that much when he kept refusing her offers to help him with his silence and his nervous shaking head. “And then your smile became sad and you asked me…

“Do you need help?”

“You were so warm and kind, and I'm sad to say I think that scared me a bit. I wasn't used to that from adults and so I ran away. But even after the Commission took me in, I hoped I would see you again.” He turned to face her and was horrified to see her eyes running with tears. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Shit, I made an old woman cry! She’s not that old, but I made her cry!

Taniyama placed a scarred hand over her mouth. “All these years, I wondered what happened to that little boy I saw at the zoo.”

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#my hero academia #ghost hunt #crossover #mai taniyama #hawks #keigo takami #crossover fanart #fanfiction #drabble #character design

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virtuouswhitehatorganization · 5 months ago

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Polecat's Day With Abuelo Polo

[Dario Polo was looking crabby as he pushing a stroller in the park with his eight month old granddaughter, Xalvadora, who was happily giggling.]

Dario Polo (grumbling): I don't know how Paulina talked me into this, does she really expect to consider this.. this..-

[He looked down at the nuclear zombie baby who was now chewing on one of her mother's green rods given to her. Even after it's been more than half a year since her birth, he still couldn't believe his daughter had a child with a villain and she ended up inheriting the father's condition. It's like a nightmare for him come true and he just had to live with it.]

Dario Polo (sighed): Okay, since you are being really good for me. Let me play some lullaby music for you that your parents left.

[He turned on the CD player with her lullaby music and out came the thunderous tune of Dethklok with their song, Murmaider, which made Xalvadora squee with glee. ]

Dario Polo (eye twitching): Your parents let you listen to this! It's bad enough that bastard knocked Paulina up, but now he's polluting my grand- (stops himself from saying the word)

[Xalvadora continued bobbing her head while still chewing on her rod as her grandfather was trying to deny this child was actually his granddaughter. ]

Dario Polo (growled): Don't get involved Dario, this child is not your granddaughter. You will not get attached. You will-

[Two Hours Later: Where Dario is bringing back Xalvadora, who had fallen asleep, to Green Rod at Pilar and Dr. Dai's house.]

Dario Polo: Paulina, I've only babysat her once this afternoon but if anything happens to her I will destroy your boyfriend and his gang then end myself.

[Green Rod rolls her eyes and smiles a bit as she takes her sleeping daughter back from her father.]

Based on past conversations I had with @marvalouslynerdish

#villainous #villanos #villainos #villainous oc #villanos oc #villainous coyote #villanos coyote #fankd #oc fankid #fankid oc #dethlok

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briwates · 1 year ago

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Zero context WIP game ! Thank you @clawbehavior for the tag, excited to do this because I've got like 10 different wips and kept resisting the temptation to post snippets. These fics don't have definitive titles yet so the ones here are approximative descriptions

1. Ms Ji & the Kangs

“Yohan-ah, I love you, don’t cry” Isaac says, patting his baby brother’s stomach when he fusses. They’re both laying on Isaac’s bed after lunch, a bit drowsy in the early hours of the afternoon. Young-Ok watches the two as she folds laundry.

“Nanny, why does Yohan have no eyebrows ?” Isaac asks curiously.

She chuckles at the question, taking a tiny pair of socks out of the basket and folding them together. “Most babies are born without much hair, he’ll grow them later on.”

2. Conversations

Gaon swipes ‘accept call’ and props his phone against a utensil holder as Elijah’s lovely face comes into view. She has cut her hair into a bob, even bangs forming a curtain on her forehead.

“Gaon, it's an emergency ! You need to come to Geneva and do something !” Elijah’s voice immediately comes through the phone speaker, loud enough to be heard over the sound of meat sizzling on the stove. “Yohan is serious about growing that ugly mustache and the clinic receptionist keep trying to hit on him !”

3. Yohan through Isaac's photography

October 1991, Yohan showing me his teeth

Gaon chuckles at the photo. It’s blurry like the objective had gone out of focus at the last minute. Yohan is giving the camera a smile and scrunching his nose, eyes closed under his fringe like he’s shielding them from the flash. Some milk teeth are missing from his gums, two permanent ones just peeking above the surface. He must have been no more than six or seven here.

4. Gaon scrolls online forums

"Judge Oh, I have this file I wanted discuss with you"

Jinjoo comes up behind him to see just as he is about to unlock his computer. What greets Gaon after entering his password is the previous night's research topic brightly displayed on the screen. Shit. Carelessly, he had simply shut the laptop before going to bed, instead of closing the tabs and erasing his search history.

Panic and embarrassment seize Gaon on the spot. He's about two hundred-percent certain that Jinjoo got a glimpse of what was written on the screen. Omegaverse fanfiction of him and their boss. Gaon wants to explode.

"You have…a lot of open tabs, Judge Kim."

5. Another snippet from Conversations

“You have something under your eye”

“Hmm ?” Yohan hums, closing said eye when Gaon’s thumb gently swipes across his skin.

“Eyelash.” Gaon flicks it away “crap I should’ve told you to make a wish”

They’re laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs, Gaon on top of Yohan like a weighted blanket, chest to chest, book long abandoned on the coffee table. Kkomi is on the armrest behind Yohan’s head, sniffing at his hair. Gaon yawns into Yohan’s collar.

“We should go to bed.” Yohan says, voice hoarse.

6. Sunah lives

It is routine until her ears catch familiar voices, ones she thought she would never hear again, along with the cries of a fussy child.

“Gaon-ah, give her to me”

Sunah turns around to see, to her surprise, peering over the café’s balcony, Kang Yohan, his niece, his former associate, passing over an agitated toddler.

“I told you we should have brought her stroller,” Kim Gaon’s reprimands are a refreshing thing to hear “She gets tired.”

“It would have been inconvenient though, with all the stairs and narrow streets.” Kang Elijah chimes in. She is on crutches now, standing just a few centimeters shy of her uncle’s height.

“That’s fine” Kang Yohan hauls up the little girl against his chest so that her head rests on his shoulder, pats her back. “Appa will be the stroller today."

Tagging @thedeviljudges if you feel like doing it !

#the devil judge #xyz #tdj fic #they all need some work but im progressing through them...slowly

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