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starmocha · 9 hours ago

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I know you once said xavier would be overprotective about his starlight and even send her to an all girls school and he almost killed jeremiah because she had a crush on him lol

and sylus would be more relaxed, he would trust his little birdie (considering she's been boxing since she was 3 lmao*) and kinda sulk in secret once she'd found herself a s/o but still trust her judgment

but what about the boys? because none of the dads fit into any kind of misogynistic trope

cause I see caleb fully supporting 8 year old little pilot in trying to get closer to his crush at school, can see him teaching little pilot to make some yummy food so he can share it with her and stuff

all good

i can see zayne doing his best to hide the tightness in his chest the second snowdrop admits to having a crush

because that's his sweet little boy growing up and this parenthood thing really is weird, he's both happy and sad but not in a bad way he's just feeling a little bittersweet, like just the other day this kid was trying to avoid nap time by kissing his dad's cheek and trying really hard to wrestle his way out of his dad's arms, wym he's got a crush? but after processing the news he does start to find it cute, especially if history repeats itself and snowdrop grows up to date his childhood sweetheart

and with raf I just see him going no, absolutely not 🙅‍♂️ he's too young! he's only 8. he barely even got his scales yet, no. nope. that's his little fishie, he'll tell mc. he used to be so little in fact he could fit in his palms like this 🤲 and he made that little fishie with a lot of love and care, as she's very much aware, ok, no. he's their precious cutie patootie. there'll be no dating and no crushing until he's old enough--

cut to the next day and he's supervising a "date" between his coral and coral's crush. they wanted to eat ice cream after school, and the crush's mom had already arranged it with mc over the phone and raf does admit to himself it's all freaking cute

but he's watching and he's not letting anyone break his fishie's heart

and mc's just 🙄

OOH, THIS IS A CUTE QUESTION 😭

Caleb — The way to a girl's heart is with braised chicken wings, Caleb jokes, telling his son that was how he won his mom over. (Cue MC elbowing him in the side about lying to their son like that). They still proceed with this cooking lesson with Caleb helping his son make the cutest little bento lunchbox with neatly packed rice and a generous amount of the aforementioned braised chicken wings, along with fresh fruits and sweets.

As his son is beaming with pride at the creation for his crush, Caleb quietly whispers to his wife, "At the very least, if his heart gets broken, he can comfort himself with the food."

He gets elbowed again.

Zayne — He is surprised, because this is the same boy who was upset to learn about White Day. Zayne supposes enough time has passed that his son would start to feel differently about girls, or maybe just this one girl.

At first it wasn't obvious that his son has a crush, but Zayne did notice how his son would stop by the hospital often after school instead of heading straight home. He was being very inquisitive, and Zayne would catch his son chatting with Uncle Greyson often, seeing the way the little boy's ears would turn red.

One day, Zayne's shift ends early so during a drive home with his son, the boy finally asks his dad, "How did you get Mommy to fall in love with you?"

Again, he sees the red ears, but Zayne hides his smile to avoid embarrassing his son. Zayne didn't even have to say much before his son confesses that Uncle Greyson mentioned how Zayne had offered dating advices to him before when he had his own crush on his Miss Hunter (now wife).

Zayne nods poignantly, mentioning how as a cardiac surgeon, he supposes he is very knowledgeable about all matters concerning the heart, including love.

His son stares at him.

Zayne smiles.

"Dad, did you just make a dad joke?!"

"Your mother fell in love with my sense of humor."

The boy groans. For once, he is doubting his father.

Rafayel — Rafayel finds out when Coral's teacher calls the both of them to express her disapproval about the boy calling one of his classmates "Cutie."

The two of them are confused, so that night over dinner, they carefully ask their son about that, and he just nonchalantly says, "That's what Daddy calls Mommy, right?"

"Uhh... yes?" Rafayel wonders why his son seems so calm.

"You call her that because you like her, right?"

Rafayel and his wife look at one another, and for some reason, they both felt embarrassed by the boy's frankness. Rafayel could even feel his own ears warming up.

"Um... correct?"

"I called her "Cutie" because I like her," the boy explains matter-of-factly, "She is my cutie."

Rafayel and his wife aren't even sure what to do in this situation as they just stare at their happy little fishie cheerfully eating his dinner as he switches the conversation over to talking about his favorite cartoon.

#x — 💌#anonymous #lads bbs.txt #pilot.txt #snowdrop.txt #coral.txt

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starmocha · 11 hours ago

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so life sucks, everything sucks, I'm not gonna trauma dump on you just ask how you've been and if we can yap about baby snowdrop a little 🥺

i was thinking of this au where we're already in a relationship with zayne during the main story and mc's pregnant and all that shit happens

and they don't know but she finds out soon after and she's determined to find zayne because damn, they have to break this cycle of him thinking she's better off without him. plus she's really scared about the whole thing since what she knows about herself.

and I have this vivid image of her finally finding him. his hair's a bit longer, a mess, he looks like he's lost some weight, maybe he's also sporting a bit of a 5'o clock shadow, he's still handsome

and she's tired but beautiful, keeping herself healthy to the best of her ability for their baby, and she's got this baby bump. they're standing face to dace, not saying a word and when his eyes fall on her baby bump, he looks shocked, guilty, eyes watering up immediately because he knows it's his

How do you think they'd handle snowdrop in the middle of this chaos? they're basically at war with, well, everyone who wants them dead. How would their reunion go?

Or maybe we can yap about the men's reactions upon finding out the gender of their babies? (You can exclude sylus since we see it already in his fic and Zayne too since I imagine you'll want to explore that in the snowdrop conception fic).

idk, today was a shitshow, but this little universe you've created is such a relief, just wanted to yap about the babies 😔🥺

Anon, I'm so sorry life hasn't been kind to you. I'm sending you so much love and wishing for better days ahead for you. 🫂🫂🫂

I'm honored you find my little series comforting. 🥺 We can absolutely yap about Snowdrop! 🥹💕

Can I just say first thing how soft I felt reading that even in another completely different AU, you would still want Snowdrop to be Zayne and MC's baby. 🥺 It is so sweet how beloved he is by so many readers. 🥹

I ended up writing a little something for you beneath the cut. I hope it brightens your day, anon! <333

wait for me, i'll find you

It has only been a few months since Zayne had left suddenly like that, disappearing from her life. Not completely without a trace, because unbeknownst to him, he had left behind something else besides the custom dessert delivery order specialized just for her.

There's a baby.

His baby.

She had spent days, weeks—months—searching for him, but once the first signs of pregnancy have appeared—fatigue, tender breasts, a missed cycle—she knows she could not stop looking for him no matter what.

She needs to find him.

She needs him.

She has retraced all of the steps he had ever taken. She searches for him in places where his presence had touched. Through desperation, she utilizes all of her resources until one day, through his own carelessness, she finds him in the middle of the night on a dark street.

Beneath a streetlamp, the illumination shows her how much thinner he is now. His hair is longer, a little unkempt, and he sports a five o’clock shadow. His appearance is different from the well-groomed doctor in her memory, but she knows this is still her Zaynie standing before her.

Likewise, he also appears to scrutinize her, taking in her appearance, but his eyes linger the longest around her middle. It was quick and very subtle, but she could have sworn she saw his eyes widened a fraction before his expression returns to a neutral façade.

Still, he can’t seem to take his eyes off her belly, noticing the fabric of her top hugs her body, revealing a subtle roundness. His mind races, quickly reaching a conclusion he has already known in his heart the moment he saw her again.

Quietly, he asks, “Have you been well?”

Her emotions boil. Her hormones going into overdrive. She takes several aggressive steps toward him. She raises her hand, curled into a little fist, but instead of hitting him like he had expected, she drops her arm back to her side before taking another step to embrace him, crying.

Amid her tears, she calls him several names, curses at him, before finally pleading with him: “Please come home.”

Quietly, he returns her embrace, but says nothing.

He takes her back to her apartment, the place suddenly feeling so foreign in spite of the fact that it hasn’t even been four months since he had left. There is an awkwardness between them, with many unspoken questions lingering in the air, stifling them both.

He is surprised when she opens the fridge and takes out a small dessert box. Inside is a single fruit tart with bright berries. She sets it on the counter with two forks: one for him and her.

He asks her softly if she’s been enjoying the desserts delivered to her daily, and she shakes her head, surprising him. He doesn’t get a chance to question her before she says the desserts don’t taste good without him.

He remembers long ago, when they were just children, she had told him how something sweet could always make her feel better.

Now, she is telling him otherwise, saying the desserts have only made her missed him more and more.

Quietly, he cuts into the tart with his fork, raising the utensil to her. She looks at him unsure before he gently nudges the tart to her mouth, letting her have the first bite.

She tastes the buttery crust, the light airy cream, and the fresh berries that burst with a combination of sweetness and tartness in her mouth.

It tastes delicious.

She tries to maintain her composure, but perhaps because of her changing hormones, she could still feel her emotions heightening, almost wanting to cry—in sadness, in frustration, in anger, in relief.

He is alive.

He is safe.

He is here.

She tells him softly how her co-workers have helped her finished the previous desserts. He nods in response.

She refrains from telling him everything else: how they have helped her searched for him, how she had taken a photo of each dessert every day, always writing out a text to him, but just as quickly deleting the message. With her current pregnancy, she has been even more careful about her sweet consumption, though if she was honest, most days she has been too sad to eat, only forcing herself for her baby’s sake.

For their baby’s sake.

She looks at him, unused to his thin and unkempt appearance, but in her eyes, he is still handsome as always. Still the same kind and gentle man she has come to love after he came back into her life.

Right, she realizes suddenly. He had left once before, but he was only a child then. She couldn’t hold that against him, but this time, she wants answers.

“Why did you leave?”

She is the first to speak, her question loaded, carrying so much weight. There is confusion, frustration, and sadness all fighting to be heard in her voice.

Zayne’s fork pauses at his lips. He hasn’t really tasted anything in the last few minutes. His own mind has been in turmoil. Normally so quick-witted, he finds himself for once at a loss for words. He knows how much he had hurt her, unable to truly rationalize that everything he had done was for her sake.

His mind drifts to her belly again, and a feeling of guilt and remorse creep in.

There is so much he needs to say, but he isn’t even sure how to begin.

The silence continues to loom over them, passing in agonizing minutes. As she starts to shake with anger and anxiety, his voice finally breaks through the stifling atmosphere, and just like that, her own fury starts to slip away, replaced by sadness as he bares his feelings to her, revealing his own fears and the secrets and uncertainties he had been carrying inside him.

She comes around the counter, her arms instantly around him and he freezes.

She is so warm and familiar, and even after everything he had done, she still wants him.

Quietly, his arms wrap around her, pulling her tighter into his embrace. He could feel her growing bump pressing against his stomach, and his breath hitches. He holds her tighter.

That night, they lay together in her bed.

She still has spare clothes for him. She still lies about buying the wrong size. That is why they look so brand new.

He plays along, not questioning her, though deep down, they both know the true reason she buys clothes for him, keep his gifts in their rightful places, waiting for the day that everything could return to just as before.

Could it be just like before?

The question seems to occupy both of their minds as they lay in bed together on their side with a noticeable gap in between them.

I’ve missed you.

He wonders if he even has the right to say such words to her after what he had done.

He had left.

It was his own decision and no one else’s.

“I’ve missed you.”

Zayne looks surprised.

She had said it first, letting her own vulnerability take over. Her voice is unsteady as she speaks, her tone tinged with accusation: “Didn’t you tell me before you wanted me to come with you? How could you leave without me…”

His breath catches in his throat.

In seconds, the wall between them crumbles. He pulls her into his embrace, his hand cradled behind her head, pressing her into his shoulder.

However wrong and misguided his decisions were, he had done everything for her sake, needing to keep her safe from everything and everyone—including him.

He apologizes, knowing his words are inadequate, unable to truly erase the pain he had caused her. He buries his nose into her hair, inhaling her fragrance. He promises to make things right again.

She looks up, her hand cradle against his cheek. He sighs softly, turning to kiss her palm, the ever-familiar gesture between them both. She makes him promise that whatever happens from now on, he is not allowed to carry these burdens by himself, and most importantly, wherever he goes, she has to be his side, too.

He smiles helplessly at him, willingly giving in to her demands. He wants this too, wants everything she is telling him and more.

The recent brief time away from her had felt much like the years they had spent apart from childhood to adulthood. There was a quietness he did not like, a dullness that followed him day to day. He had always known she is the reason for the vitality in his life, and without her, the world suddenly became quiet and colorless.

The future ahead is still unknown, full of uncertainties and threats, but there is one thing that is certain: their baby.

His hand drifts lower, resting over the small bump.

He worries about his Evol. Ever is still a threat. She has her own discoveries she is grappling to come to terms with.

But this baby, he realizes, needs them both together more than ever, and he wants so much for them to be together again.

So, he holds her. He holds her and apologizes and promises to right his wrongs, to never leave her like that again. Whatever happens from now on, they will face together, supporting one another.

For now, they leave behind those thoughts. Their conversation shifts to her pregnancy. He falls back into his role as Doctor Zayne seamlessly, asking her all of the appropriate questions: How is your morning sickness? Are you taking any prenatal vitamins? Has there been any unusual symptoms?

She smiles in spite of herself, answering his questions until his worries are assuaged, and soon the questions become less clinical and more curious: When did you know? Have you thought about names yet? Is there anything you want?

“Just you.”

Once more, his expression softens, a flicker of guilt passing before he nods, holding her hand close, his lips on her palm. His voice is above a whisper, but still soft and earnest: “You have me.”

As the night drags on, they leave behind their worries for now, their focus is on their baby, a symbol of hope, an everlasting promise between them both.

He will always be hers, just like he selfishly knows she will always be his as well.

And this baby?

This baby is theirs, now and forever.

When dawn breaks, the world will awaken, carrying with it the threats and dangerous uncertainties that still lay ahead, but Zayne is determined to walk alongside her down this path and face things together this time. For now, her bedroom is their haven, carrying its own secrets and wishful thinking, and they dream together of the life with their baby, a bright future that awaits them at the end of this treacherous road.

#x — 💌#anonymous #lads bbs.txt #snowdrop.txt #zayne.txt #this turned out longer than expected so i didn't write anything about the other toddlers #i can certain do that in another ask if it comes up again #i hope you feel better anon 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

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starmocha · 14 hours ago

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So, I was discussing ideas with a friend. And you are the best writer I know that writes perfect scenarios for the Lads and their Littles. How would the guys react to their little's first steps?

omg 🥹 Thank you for thinking of me 🥺

Xavier — Xavier has returned from a mission, physically and mentally drained. He opens his apartment door, voice very neutral, saying, "I'm home—"

He freezes. Just a few feet away, he sees his little girl standing. She wasn't standing the last time he saw her. She takes a hesitant step toward him and his eyes widen in shock as he processes the sight before him.

His wife is giggling and filming this whole moment on her phone, and when everything finally catches up to Xavier, he kneels down to one knee with open arms, laughing as he encourages his daughter to keep going.

Instead, she sighs and plops down on her bottom with wide eyes. She holds her arms out for her daddy with quivering lips.

Not a second has gone by before Xavier scoops her into his arms and reassures her that she did very well for her first few steps.

His wife decides to let him have this moment. She'll let him know later that their daughter has learned to walk three days earlier. Right now, their little princess simply just wants her daddy again.

Rafayel — He's suffering from artist's block, laying flat on his back on the floor, completely ignoring Thomas' calls every other hour. His son is laying on his tummy on his playmat a few feet away, babbling happily while his father is suffering and his mother attempts to console her husband.

"It's no use, cutie," he says dramatically. "Just tell Thomas he is fired."

"I will do no such thing," she answers back firmly. "You've had artist's block before and they always pass eventually."

He agrees, but before he could complain any further, they both hear the baby babbling louder. They turn around and gasp as they see he has pushed himself upright to stand on wobbling little chubby legs.

"Is he—"

"Quick, Rafayel, the camera, the camera!"

Rafayel attempts to record only to inadvertently finally answer Thomas' video call.

Through the sudden chaotic cheers (and Thomas' confusion), they watch the baby takes a few clumsy steps before he stumbles and falls. Within seconds, they scramble to the baby and Rafayel has him scooped into his arms and lifting him up into the air laughing and praising his landbound fishie. His son, confused but delighted, is laughing and kicking his feet excitedly, completely stimulated by his parents' enthusiasm.

Rafayel's phone lays forgotten on the floor, and Thomas just smiles in resignation before he ends the call to allow Rafayel to enjoy his family moment.

Zayne — It's been increasingly challenging putting his son down for bed since the little boy just refuses to go to sleep no matter how late it is. Zayne and his wife have used every trick in the book to put the boy down to sleep, and eventually it works.

They start to tiptoe out of the nursery when they hear soft crying. They turn around, surprised, to see the boy standing in his crib holding his arms out for his parents with a big pout on his face.

Zayne and his wife share a look and smile in resignation. They bring their son back to their bedroom to attempt to lull him to sleep there. The two of them are exhausted and just want to pass out the moment their backs hit the mattress, but they can't sleep quite yet until they make sure their son is down first.

His wife has the baby on her chest and she's rubbing his back soothingly while humming. It doesn't work on the baby, but both she and Zayne start to drift to sleep.

Suddenly they feel a shift on the bed and they open their eyes, surprised to see their son had slid off his mother and is standing on the plush mattress all by himself. He takes a few awkward steps before he collapses on his father.

Zayne's expression softens when his son raises his head and peers up at his father, a near complete copy of him.

Zayne picks the boy up and holds him close to his chest, laughing in disbelief that his son has just decided to take his first steps this late at night. He shares another look with his wife, and they both laugh, with her teasing them both about how her one and only precious son who she had carried for nine months had just abandoned her for a portable A/C.

Zayne is too overjoyed by his son's milestone to even be annoyed by his wife's merciless teasing. He holds his son close, sensing the baby is finally drifting off to sleep for real this time.

Sylus — I implied a little bit in the recent "First Father's Day" blurb with Sylus and his daughter. At this point, she's already practicing walking, so he's been encouraging her more and more.

It's strawberry season, so earlier that week, Sylus has taken his family to a strawberry farm to pick fresh strawberries. While he is taking pictures of his wife posing with their daughter next to a plant on the ground, they both notice her wriggling free and standing on her own.

They stare in surprise when she takes several confident steps and reaches for a big bright red strawberry and tugging at it. Suddenly, they laugh and realize what has happened. Indiscreetly, Sylus uses his Evol to help his daughter free her strawberry from the plant while his wife playfully chides her that she can't have that strawberry yet.

Sylus, meanwhile, is still quiet, smiling softly as he replays the moment his daughter took her first steps in his mind. He remembers just a few months earlier she was just born. Before that, she was still inside her mommy's belly. And before that... it was just him and his wife. And before that—he slips away down memory lane, thinking perhaps all of the decisions he had ever made were the correct ones, because they have all led to this precious moment in time for him.

He watches his wife and daughter laughing together, and he wonders when his luck has changed, because right now, this moment seems pretty perfect to him.

Caleb — It is a quiet weekend at home with some much needed family bonding. As Caleb and his wife are playing with the baby in the living room, Caleb uses his Evol to make Azure Plane "fly" around the living room.

His son is watching, mesmerized, as the plushie zips all around the living room in the air. Suddenly, he pushes himself to stand up, and both Caleb and his wife look surprised. Their son stumbles in the direction of the plushie, and while still surprised, Caleb loses focus on his Evol and Azure Plane falls from the air and hits him on the head.

Before he could react, his son falls into his lap laughing and clapping his hands. Both Caleb and his wife smile, overjoyed. Caleb picks his son up and holds him close, and he jokes about heading out later during the baby's naptime to pick up stuff to babyproof their home now since he's quite certain their little boy is ready to cause trouble now that he is mobile.

#x — 💌#gloriousromancesewingdreamer27 #lads bbs.txt #starlight.txt #coral.txt #snowdrop.txt #birdie.txt #pilot.txt

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