#Isla Darling

[carnivorousyandeere]

how would the cliffside yans be like with a darling that is possessive of them?

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: violence, murder, unhealthy relationships, d/s dynamics in some ways, enabling

Kurtis: happier than a puppy in a room full of tennis balls. Dramatically swooning into your arms about it. Kurtis’ dream, after all, is to be your possession, your accessory, your plaything, your lover— anything yours. He also kind of likes to tease you about it, though~! If you’re more of the shy and sensitive type, he won’t go out of his way to make you jealous because he wouldn’t want to see you cry, but he also thinks it’s cute when you’re pouting from jealousy and clinging to him. If you’re more of the confident and aggressive type, Kurtis might let other people flirt with him, so he can see you get riled up (and maybe have jealous sex~).

Cecilia: thinks it’s cute, romantic, even sexy. You might even catch her hiding a blush and a smile with a fan~! It’s kind of like foreplay or dirty talk to her, in some way. She might softly chide you and whisper in your ear to save that kind of thing for the bedroom, where she’ll allow you to smother her with your affection and tell her how jealous you were of other people getting to talk to her at that boring business meeting. She’s not ashamed of you and being yours, but she’s also more private and not very big on PDA.

Isla: Isla is so satisfied and content, like a cat that got the cream~! And honestly, with her job as a singer, she gets a lot of unwanted attention from patrons of the Cliffside, and so it’s a relief when you shoo those other people away. She’s extremely likely to feed into that behavior, almost training you like a dog to keep being so possessive and protective by giving you all the treats and affection you could want. Deep down, Isla’s still filled with anxiety, wondering if your feelings that seemed to burst like flames might fizzle out just as quickly one day. You might catch her staring off into space with that conflicted look as she ponders what she’ll do when that day comes— she’s increasingly sure it will, the more you know about her— but if you ask what she’s thinking of, she just smiles, presses a kiss to your nose and brushes off the question.

Airna: Gets very flustered about it, constantly blushing up a storm. It makes her heart race whenever you tell people to back off, that she’s yours! It makes her heart race even more if you actually get into a fight for her (though she would never instigate, like Kurtis might). She daydreams about that a lot, getting hot under the collar thinking about you caving somebody’s skull in, and then getting to take care of you after. Forgive her if she squirms a little bit on your lap while staunching the bleeding from your eyebrow, and bites her lip if you hiss at the burn of the disinfectant…

Eris: confused, discombobulated, in disarray. Like a cat that watches you comfortably from a distance, so you think they might want some scritches, then hisses when you try to approach. As obsessed as xe is with you, the unexpected constant proximity of you makes her heart beat too fast and her mouth water. It lights xir nerves up to an almost painful degree. She can’t handle it, and so she tries to retreat to that safe distance to watch you from. It’s rather confusing, to be honest, having her scare other people away from her and then acting strange when you try to do the same for her. It makes xir anxious to see you start fights she’s not confident you can finish. If your possessiveness and clinginess start slow and grow with time, it’s much easier for Eris to adjust.

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the roles of toni storm and isla dawn are now available!

[moondirti]

featuring: ghoap x nanny! f!reader. parenthood. adoption processes. fluff. slice of life. reader is given an age range

hear me out: simon and johnny transferring to reserve duty – i.e., serving the military on a part-time basis rather than being on active call – once they make the decision to become dads. it comes after a long period of deliberation (and healing on simon's part), but after they're absolutely sure that they want to start this next phase of life together, they call price to get it sorted.

who is thrilled for them, naturally, but warns that they still have a specialised commitment to the task force. if he needs them, then they best make sure they're there. the world isn't a better place yet, and no one can do what the pair does.

fine by them.

so it begins. instead of the complex and ethical choices that come with surrogacy, they opt for adoption and work with an attorney to facilitate the logistics. months of searching come up with a young mother, whose unwanted pregnancy has interfered with her life thus far, and is unwilling to make the further sacrifice that comes with keeping the baby. they must be more understanding, or otherwise less overbearing, than the other candidates – because two months later, they're in a hospital waiting room, anxiously lingering to meet the new addition to their family.

isla riley-mactavish. named after the river where johnny realised he'd be much happier with his lieutenant by his side.

the first few months are bliss. exhausting bliss, but a type of contentment that neither man has known since they first confessed to one another. isla's fussy through nights but they take turns settling her down, and if they have military duties to attend to then it's usually never at the same time. she's spoiled rotten – not just by them, but by the captain and gaz as well, who visit more often than not with bags full of toys they have nowhere to put. a little princess in the eyes of everyone who knows her.

by month five, she's teething and can hold her head up unsupported. simon reads somewhere that it's one of the most pivotal points in her development.

of course the call has to come then.

in the middle of the night, no less, and loud enough to wake her up from her crib. johnny scrambles to calm the bairn down as simon answers, price's grave voice crackling in from the other end. expected to be a long haul. a month at least. state security's at serious risk here, simon. i wouldn't ask you to come out otherwise.

and they made a promise. no matter how much it aches them to leave their darling girl behind.

rdv on base in a week.

he knows that one week is a matter of grace. he can feel the captain itching to hatch the operation as soon as possible, but has staved off to give the boys time to order their affairs. that doesn't mean simon's happy with the timeline, though. seven days is not nearly enough to find a sitter they can trust, especially given their own hindrances.

regardless, they send a job posting for a live-in, 24/7 nanny to close friends – no way in hell are they advertising it to the open internet – and hours later, johnny's sister lets them know of a girl who substitutes at the same primary school she works at. a real darling, apparently. honest 'n' stowed oot of energy, th' weans love her, and she haes experience with bairns too!

promising, but word of mouth isn't enough. they get a name and ask laswell to run a thorough background check. to their relief, it comes out squeaky clean. no arrests, no dui's, no shady travel history. modest socials with only a handful of followers. it's in line with what they know so far, solid enough to encourage them to reach out. so they do: just a brief email, asking what time and place would be best for a face-to-face interview.

they bring isla with them to the agreed meeting spot. a cozy cafe nestled in one of the safest parts of town. it's an early saturday morning and they're scheduled to leave in three days. so far, they've put all their eggs in this basket. johnny has to hold onto simon's hand when he notices the nerves dancing behind his partners usually void eyes. but if he were being honest with himself, he's just as scared.

they notice you as soon as they walk in.

sitting at a table for four, mug of coffee steaming as you bend over a well-loved book. despite your preoccupation, you're observant – they inch in your periphery and your head snaps up, a brilliant smile parting your lips as you spring up onto your feet. simon tallies a point on the ledger in his head. good. alert is good.

as is true for them, it's abundantly clear that you're who they're supposed to meet. johnny can't imagine anyone but a children's educator dressing like that: a gingham babydoll dress over a pair of blue tights, which carries over to the bow in your hair and is juxtaposed by the white oxford lace-ups on your feet. he startles when you extend your hand to shake his and he finds a painted fruit on each of your short nails. positively adorable. and so unlike anything they know.

simon shuffles next to him. isla reaches out from her bugaboo stroller, the colours having caught her eye.

"well hello there! aren't you just the cutest angel i've ever seen? do you like my dress?"

that's another point for immediately engaging with the object of your soon-to-be care. simon watches as you pull out a rattle from your purse, handing it over to the cooing baby. warmth blossoms in his chest, and his apprehension fizzles out in the heat. they hadn't told you they'd be bringing isla – opting to catch you off guard and seeing how you'd deal – so he assumes you carry the toy around for emergency purposes, like anyone else of their ilk would carry a gun.

something about that quirk just screams safe.

"it is a nice dress." johnny pursues, voice smooth in that way it gets when he's flirting but doesn't want it made clear. it took weeks for ghost to attune himself to it – he always just thought the scot spoke like that – but now that he's able to hear it for what it is, he shoots him a cautionary look. not so much mad as he is cautious. wouldn't want to scare her off.

"oh! thank you very much. it's my grandmother's design." you straighten up once isla gains a proper grip on the rattle, patting the skirt like you're basking in the praise. "shall we sit? i assume you have a lot to discuss, and i promise you'll want to try the maple scones they make here."

"please. after you." simon nods.

an hour later, you're giggling into your palm as johnny deviates into a story of the time they took isla to the hospital because they didn't know the soft spot on her head could pulse. simon is quiet in contrast, though not displeased. rather, he's focused on keeping the tally of all the green flags you've exhibited thus far. he doesn't mind that the conversation hasn't followed a typical interview format. in fact, people are more likely to show their true nature when in relaxed settings such as this, which is perhaps why johnny hasn't stuck to the script of questions they'd prepared beforehand. the man is better at social manoeuvring than simon is, anyway. he trusts him to direct this where it needs to go.

"it can be freaky! especially if you've never been around a child that young. i had a similar reaction the first time i babysat my neighbour's infant at sixteen. did you know that they can break out like teenagers? i noticed the poor thing's skin erupt in acne at just a month old and called his parent's crying." you wheeze, wiping the tears along your lashline.

"have ye worked wi' many bairns?"

"oh, yeah. it's been my primary source of income since secondary, all the way through uni. i just finished a master's degree in early childhood education, actually! and i wrote a list of referrals you can call if you need to double check on any of that." you rummage through your purse and pull out an apple-shaped sticky note. "do you mind if i ask what you do? people don't usually look for a full-time nanny unless they're really busy. not that i'm judging! i would ne–"

"military." simon interrupts, ensuring his tone is gentle enough to reassure.

"that makes sense! i mean, for an indefinite amount of time, the pay you're offering is more than perfect. above industry standard, really." you pause, brows furrowing like you're doubting whether you should have said that. "ah– whatever. anyway. isla is wonderful, just the sweetest. and the provided accommodation is an added plus. if you guys have no other qualms, then i'd love to accept the position."

"does i' bother you that there are cameras on the property? porch, kitchen, and living room. jus' for security's sake." simon tests, though he knows he doesn't need to, for extra measure. to someone with bad intentions, CCTV is a massive dealbreaker.

you don't hesitate before answering. "makes total sense! you guys are well within your right to check in at any time."

and they don't have to consult each other to know. johnny is practically buzzing in his seat, muscles flexed with enthusiasm as his gaze flits all over you. lingering on your chest in particular, before he looks over to simon and smiles in an offensively handsome way. simon can't help but smile back, crinkling his eyes more than necessary so the both of you can tell what's going on behind his mask.

it feels a little too good to be true, hopeful in a way that sets off the alarm bells in his head. he's stable enough to recognise that it isn't your fault, though. stable enough not to pin his distrust on you. this is likely the best shot they've got at ensuring their daughter's safety while they're away, and it's come in the form of a vivid, bright little blessing.

(with great tits.)

he'd be a fool to sabotage it.

johnny beats him to the cause. "ye'r hired."

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[harmoonix]

☾ Moonlight Astrology Notes ☽

🏝️ ~ La Isla Bonita ~ 🏝️

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🌙 - Mercury aspecting Moon makes the native emotionally intelligent and wise, they know when to talk and how to talk to impress people

🌙 - Lilith aspecting Moon gives intensely powerful vibes, this aspect is intense and magical, you drain people so easily to you

🌙 - Mars aspecting Uranus natives are having so much energy in them, these people could be really good dancers and talented

🌙 - Mars aspecting MC (Midhaven) people will always see you as a competition and will try to compete with you, the reason is that you are so hot that they wanna be inside your skin someone said "Bunch of wannabes that wanna be me, me three if I was you" while I wrote this

🌙 - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house will nurture their relationship so much is otherworldly how much love these people have for their partners

🌙 - Mercury - Saturn aspects can get anxiety while talking and sometimes this anxiety can be more intense if they are harsh aspects

🌙 - Uranus prominent in someone's chart gives "I'm unique bi**ches" they are different than majority of people (in a good way)

🌙 - Uranus at 4°, 16° or 28° degrees might change their home aesthetics a lot

🌙 - People with Moon or Venus in the 4th house often want to make their house the biggest comfort and the palace where they feel safe

🌙 - Sun or Moon/Lilith in the 9th house gives the vibes of an priestess living in her gorgeous temple worshiping their favorite gods (love their placements so much)

🌙 - Moon in 10th house can tend to over-share things that happened to them but without knowing the other person's intentions, be careful of your surroundings

🌙 - Asteroid Hekate (100) aspecting Moon gives the person who can embody witch/enchantress vibes, often because of their positive intuition

🌙 - Jupiter aspecting Neptune are these type of people who feel like a fairytale when you are around them, something is special about them

🌙 - Taurus Venus/Libra Venus aesthetic will be a fairy for sure because they can embody these traits very good their clothes might remind you of a fairy tho

🌙 - Someone with asteroid devota (1328) in their 7th house may be very devoted to their lovers/relationships, these people are very loyal and lovely

🌙 - Scorpio/Aries And Leo Venus always be having jokes that will transform into flirt words, at some point their brain will activate "Flirty Chatty" energy and they will talk in a flirty way 😭

🌙 - Ascendant aspecting asteroid Aphrodite (1388) the meaning is self explanatory, you LOOK ethereal darling, your vibes, your energy your voice.... EVERYTHING

🌙 - Someone with asteroid Pallas (2) and asteroid Juno (3) aspecting eachother might also have this imense loyalty towards their partners (in the right aspects 😭)

🌙 - Cancer Chiron/Cancer Lilith always needs to solve their families karma somehow 😭 like why do they have to be the healers instead of enjoying some good life

🌙 - Venus in the 12th house is mystical, Venus here is has an energy like sleeping beauty she is reaching for love but something seems like it blocks her way (most times these are boundaries)

🌙 - Venus in the 2nd, 5th, and 10th house can have a passion for shopping (aswell if you have Venus in Taurus, Leo or Capricorn)

🌙 - Venus in the 11th house or Venus in Aquarius have the energy of Megara from Hercules (if you didn't see the musical, please do it is enchanting) , they have this vibe of fatality and amor both in the same time

🌙 - Moon in the 8th house/Moon aspecting - Pluto give "Alejandro" vibes by Lady Gaga, so misterious, magic and dark yet iconic

🌙 - is 12:12 when I write this observation and having 12°, 24° degrees in your Venus makes you to be emotional bounded with your partner, you are the type of person who loves so deep

🌙 - JUPITER in the 8th house (DEEPER, DEEPER) has an iconic reputation, you have the life purpose to marry someone rich and to live life at fullest

🌙 - Virgo Moon/6th house Moon love to read/write based on the weather, if is rainy and atmosphere there they would start to read or write

• I choose 3 square placements to write quotes about since squares are the top 1 harsh aspects

🌙 - Sun square Moon quote: What you choose to do? To think with your brain or to feel with your heart? To touch the earth or to feel it inside of you? To think or to feel?

🌙 - Chiron square Moon quote: The wounds are deep but slowly I can heal, pain I don't want to remember, my heart will be still?

🌙 - Saturn square Moon quote: Will they think I'm cold when all I wanted was to feel protected?, Will they judge me for being this distant? All I know is that I don't want to suffer anymore, it was enough

🌙 - Mars at 12°, 24° degrees can mediate when they feel angry or agitated, you have a powerful mind and you can control your anger often if you concentrate enough

🌙 - Asteroid Nefertiti 3199 aspecting ascendant will always radiate royalty vibes (esp if you have Nefertiti in Libra, Leo or Taurus). Is the type of aura you tend to show

🌙 - Nefertiti 3199 aspecting Chiron can show an wounded related to authorities, you don't like when someone control you or tells you what to do and tend to call them out for that

🌙 - Asteroid Nike 307 in the 7th house indicates an victorious relationship, you either your spouse might be well known by the people around and your relationship can get known aswell

🌙 - Nike 307 in Aries/Leo/Libra are just glamorous to have. Because of your confidence, power, your beauty. You have victory written in your destiny bestie, but may tend to have an big ego aswell

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 sextile/trine/conjunct Juno can be blessed with a good relationship/spouse/marriage. If you have this aspect you probably gonna have that type of relationship just like in movies

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 at Scorpio Degrees (8°, 20°) or in the 8th house may have a blessing related to their power and also blessed sexually

🌙 - 18+ Asteroid Lust 4386 in the 2nd house might get too touchy with their partners of having an kink related to it

🌙 - Asteroid Lucifer 1930 aspecting asteroid Juno (3) might have an extremely kinky relationship, like both partners being obsessed with eachother sexually and physically is mind-blowing

🌃 These photos have a vibe of a ~fever dream~ I love it so much, blue hour is underrated and so aesthetic, is also my most favorite time to go out with my babes 🌃

🌃May the moon bless you with her gifts🌃

🌃Hope everyone has a really really great Sunday because Mondays are always gonna be a rough start, (at least for me😭) so enjoy this day at the most🌃

[nataliasquote]

One shot idea : baby yn and worried mama Nat waking up at every single little noise she makes and her singing her baby back to sleep

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You

Double the trouble AU

Summary: Natasha lulls her restless daughter to sleep with simply a song

Warnings: none

wc: 704

note: this request was so cute! it’s a lot shorter than my usual oneshots, but I still love it

-⧗-

Cries echoed from the nursery and both moms shot awake, their blissful 50 minutes of sleep now disrupted. Wanda winced, the sound of her daughter sending panic through her body. But Natasha shook her head and swung her legs out from the warmth of the comforter, urging Wanda to stay in bed. The new mother didn’t need telling twice and she settled back against the covers, watching as Nat pulled on some long pyjama pants to fight off the cold.

The nursery door was open slightly and Natasha pushed it open, wiping the sleep from her eyes as the relentless cries hit her full force. They were coming from Y/n’s crib so she quickly checked on Isla, who was surprisingly fast asleep, her little arms raised above her head.

With a contented hum, Natasha moved back over to the other side of the room and scooped her wailing daughter into her arms, holding her tightly to her chest as she made her way downstairs. For a small baby, she sure was loud.

“Shh malyshka, please,” Natasha pleaded, bouncing her daughter against her chest. “What’s wrong my darling?”

Obviously the six week old in her arms wasn’t about to respond, so Natasha quickly heated up a bottle of milk and brought it up to her wrist to check the temperature, just like the books had told her to.

But Y/n didn’t care when the bottle was brought to her lips, she just turned her head and kept crying, her face bright red and screwed up. Natasha tried a couple more times, rubbing it along her lips almost in desperation. The stone floor of the kitchen was freezing her bare feet but she didn’t notice. Too hung up on trying to be a good mom.

“Ok, if you’re not hungry, did something spook you?” She was thinking aloud as she padded over the soft carpet to the couch, sinking down into the corner and holding Y/n close. “It’s ok, you’re safe, malyshka. Mama’s got you.”

With this new position, Y/n’s head was resting against Natasha’s chest, her warm cheek burning against her mother’s cool skin. Her cries subsided momentarily before they started up again and Natasha bit her lip.

“Is that what you like? Mama’s skin?” Y/n sniffled again and Natasha took that as a yes, pulling the neck of her tank top down just that little bit further so Y/n could nuzzle into her collarbones whilst she still stayed modest.

Natasha thought she’d finally hit the jackpot when Y/n settled down and her cries faded to whimpers. But when was she ever that lucky? Not even ten seconds had gone by before the piercing sound piped up again and a small part of her wanted to cry too.

“Malyshka,” she cooed, stroking the frown lines that had etched themselves on her daughter’s head. “You’re okay sweet girl, you’re okay.” She kept muttering words to her daughter and rocking her gently, stroking her back as they laid on the couch together.

Y/n finally stopped crying as Natasha spoke, and finally it all clicked.

“You like Mama’s voice, don’t you?” It made sense. Natasha’s voice was deep and it resonated in her chest, creating a comforting vibration for a restless baby. Y/n fussed but her eyes fluttered closed, finally content.

Natasha followed suit, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. But even in her sleepy state, she didn’t let her arms relax or Y/n slip. She was too paranoid for that.

A small whine escaped Y/n’s lips moments later and Natasha shot awake, looking down at her daughter with a frown. But she seemed content and Natasha allowed herself to relax against the cushions once more.

She traced her finger down the slope of her daughter’s nose, humming softly. The beginning of a song she’d heard on the radio earlier reverberated in her chest, soothing both mother and baby. She was an incredibly worried mom, the slightest noise or sign of discomfort from either of the twins setting alarm bells ringing in her head. But her babies were fine, they always would be.

“But I can’t help,” she sang softly, “falling in love with you.”

[danikamariewrites]

Could I possibly request a Modern! Rhys x reader decorating for the holidays with their daughter and doing little holiday traditions like building gingerbread houses, making cookies for Santa, or going to see Christmas lights? Their daughter coming downstairs cause she heard “Santa” and she sees “Santa” kissing her mommy🤭

In my head, whether it’s a modern au or the canon universe, Rhys absolutely LOVES the winter holidays and will gladly go all out for those.

Holiday Preparations

Modern!Rhys x reader

A/n: I also think Rhys loves the winter holidays (especially since Feyre’s bday is solstice) and loves to make them special

Warnings: none

December 1st Rhys is pulling the decorations out of the attic and playing Christmas music

He’s always the one to get the family in the holiday spirit

While you and Rhys handle the bigger decorations you guys let Isla put out the smaller ones

Isla loves hanging the stockings herself, it’s so cute how proud of herself she is. Rhys lifts her so she can reach the hooks on the mantle and when he puts her down she stands back with her little hands on her hips smiling, “wow, good job everyone.”

Tree shopping is the last big thing to do

Rhys always gives Isla a piggyback ride as you look at trees

When you find your perfect tree Isla gets so excited. Rhys makes sure he picks her up so she can inspect every inch of it putting her on his shoulders last to make sure the top is perfect for the star

When it’s to to decorate You put the lights on while Rhys opens up the ornament boxes. Isla has more ornaments than the two of you combined

You and Rhys happily hand them over to your baby girl who loves each and every one of them

When it’s time for the Star Rhys puts Isla on his shoulders and you hand it to her

Sometimes you send Rhys and Isla out for new decor and baking stuff or for small gifts for friends and family throughout the month

Rhys bought a santa hat for him and an elf hat for her for running errands

She always giggles when Rhys puts the hat on her head and says, “let’s go little elf! Mrs. Clause needs stuff to make Christmas happen.”

Making gingerbread houses is the second most important tradition after decorating the tree

Isla loves sticking any and all candy she can on hers while you and Rhys compete to see who can make the better house

Decorating sugar cookies for Santa is another family favorite

“Not too much frosting, Santa doesn’t like them too sweet.” You roll your eyes at him since he’s doing this for his own good

You like baking and keeping the house smelling Christmasy all month. You love making sure there’s a Christmas treat for your family everyday

On the weekends you take Isla to do different holiday activities like looking at the lights, ice skating, and her favorite, the Christmas village and seeing Santa

You and Rhys help her write her letter and list (mainly so you guys know what she wants without having to decipher her handwriting)

You and Rhys wrap gifts while Isla is asleep and enjoy a few glasses of wine

The few glasses of wine lead to you two making out under mistletoe that Rhys holds above your head

Movie night on Christmas Eve is always a must. And you guys have matching Christmas PJs. You each pick one movie and you have to watch it. This year Rhys picked the newer version of the Grinch, you picked Home Alone, and Isla picked Beauty and the Beast the Enchanted Christmas (top tier movie go watch it)

When you two tell Isla it’s time for bed she insists on staying up to catch Santa, “No! I need to see him and ask him what he wants for Christmas!” “That’s very nice of you sweetie, but santa has so many houses to get to. Maybe when you’re older.”

She begrudgingly lets you and Rhys tuck her in

The next morning when she comes down stairs the look on her face is priceless! Rhys hugs you at the sight of your daughters excitement

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He whispers as Isla starts picking out gifts to open. “Merry Christmas my love.”

[perix-illusion]

morning darling

~Isla

Morning, my princess

Had a nice rest?

[carnivorousyandeere]

Welcome to the Cliffside Inn P.4; Isla and Airna Intros 2

Next and last part of the Cliffside Intro will be for Eris.

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5

Of course, the night winds down eventually. Drinks are emptied and ash trays are filled.

“Well,” you sigh, moving to head out. “It’s been nice talking with you. Think I’m gonna head out to the beach for a minute, then turn in for the night.”

Isla and Airna give each other a look. Nervously, Airna puts her hand on your forearm as Isla raises a brow and crosses her arms. “A-are you sure? The beach can be a little dangerous at night. You know, washed up sea urchins and all that…”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be careful.” You wave their concerns away and slip out, stumbling a little from sleepiness (and maybe a drink or two).

The briny nighttime air clears your mind a bit. You pause, taking off your shoes to feel the sand beneath you, and then stretch. The sounds of the sea at night are as beautiful as they are unsettling. You can’t help but look out over the horizon, dimly lit by the moon, and think of all the strange and wonderful creatures that must live in the depths far beyond humans’ reach. A breeze washes over you, and you hear something under the current— a faint melody, maybe something being played from far away. You shiver, and turn from the ocean to walk back to the Inn.

Your sleep that night is restless and uneasy, strange and disturbing dreams flowing through your mind and dragging you under again and again. You wake in a cold sweat and shoot upright, only to immediately regret it at the way your head pounds. The lights are so bright, moving across your vision— you blink, then blink once more. It’s not your mind playing tricks, the morning sunlight really is reflecting off of every surface in the room.

And this isn’t your room.

Covered in sparkly mermaid memorabilia, this looks little like the professionally decorated, vintage hotel room you’d been set up in for your trip— although the shape of the room and view from the windows confirmed you were, indeed, somewhere within the hotel. But you couldn’t really remember coming back to the hotel at all— not to your room, and certainly not to this one.

Hesitantly, you shuffle out from under the covers and look towards the door… only to jump and shout a little at the presence of a person sitting in a chair beside the bed, so quiet you didn’t even hear her.

Isla looks up and blinks owlishly at you through thick glasses as you stare at her. They make her steady, serious brown eyes look gigantic. She pushes a braid behind her ear and slides a lacey patterned bookmark between the pages of the novel she’d been engrossed in, and swallows, before clearing her throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Airna comes running at the sound of your yell, hand pressed over her heart. She immediately begins showering with questions you don’t know the answers to. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened last night?”

You shake your head, bewildered and overwhelmed.

“We found you passed out on the beach last night!”

Your head only hurts more as you try to remember the night before, and she continues speaking. “Any strange dreams?”

Your brow furrows— a strange sense of both claustrophobia and agoraphobia wash over you, phantom sensations of seaweed itching at your legs. The pain is piercing. You bury your head in your hands.

Isla stands, placing one hand on your shoulder and one on Airna’s. “That is enough.”

You try to shrug off her hand, intending to stumble your way to the hallway and then to your room, or maybe the front desk to call an uber to the airport immediately— but Isla’s hand only tightens.

“You are in no condition to be moving around right now, conejito.”

Airna nods, nervous energy practically vibrating from her every pore. “That’s right! At least let us get you some headache medicine, and some tea and breakfast for the trouble!”

“N-no, I think I need to— to be alone for a bit.” This time when you move to get up, Isla lets you, expression unreadable. The pair watches you rise on unsteady legs, and open the door for you. Silently, they follow you to your room, letting you lean on one or the other if you begin to lose your balance. Once you’re safely in your own bed, though, Isla and Airna both tuck you in with kisses to the forehead, and leave. You’re too exhausted and confused to even protest the gesture.

[ishaslife]

A Starlit Rendezvous

One-shot

spawn!Astarion x f!oc (noble) Isla

Genre: fluff, fantasy, romance

(*) Check bottom of the post for photos relating to the fanfic.

Summary: Set about 5 years after the game's events; Isla and Astarion are now lauded as heroes of Baldur's Gate. Celebrated for having saved the world from the tyranny of the Absolute. Astarion holds a prestigious position in society but is able to work only at night due to his "sensitive skin condition," people don't question it as they are quite influencial people. The two have been invited to the theater by his colleagues and decide to spend the evening outdoors.

The sun had set in Baldur's Gate, the city looked almost beautiful in the glow of the pink sky and stars had started to show, though not as clearly as they did out in the wilderness during their travel. Isla and Astarion had been living a quiet life since they stopped the Absolute and saved the world. Well, as quietly as they could...

"Are you ready, my dear?" Astarion was dressed in some of his best attire, he liked to look good. Not necessairly to impress anyone, well, maybe his beloved... but simply because he wanted to. After sifting through several doublets, he eventually settled on one – a maroon piece adorned with gold buttons and intricate embroidery.*

"We'll be late if you take any longer" '...even I don't take this long.' Astarion mumbled to himself while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. 

"Ugh, the carriage won't wait forever, darling!"

"I'm almost there!" Isla called out as she descended the mansion's grand staircase. "Gods, your impatience echoes up to our room," she said with a playful giggle.

Astarion let out a soft sigh as he gazed upon her, his hand instinctively finding its place over his heart. "Oh my darling, you look absolutely breathtaking! Come on, give us a spin." Isla twirled in her rich crimson evening gown, a delicate velvet masterpiece adorned with gold beads and embroidery. Nothing too flashy but eye-catching enough to fit the occasion.* She greeted Astarion with a graceful curtsey, a radiant smile gracing her lips. He gallantly took her hand, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, and then elegantly intertwined her arm with his.

"Shall we?"

"Of course my love, but before we go-" as they were about to step out of the door, she stopped him in his tracks and planted a small peck on his cheek which made his cheeks and the points of his ears redden. He tried his best to hide it with his hand and an awkward chuckle. Despite the years they'd shared, it remained a mystery to her how something as simple as a kiss could still make him fluster, but a sweet mystery nonetheless.

"Time to face the music!" They laughed and entered the carriage. When they finally reached the theater, it was a sight to behold, a grand place that could hold almost the entire elite of Baldur's Gate. After a few greetings, they were led to a comfortable compartment adjacent to Astarion's peers and they watched the play commence. Alone and apart from the rest of the crowd, Astarion reminisced about how different it was compared to his mortal days, even though he could only recall fragments. He marveled at the memories he did retain – the bustling crowd, the diverse characters that frequented the place, their varied walks of life. It was captivating how adept Astarion was at discerning people's social standing, distinguishing the wealthy, the even wealthier, and the wealthiest, and those who merely put on a facade. 

He said, "Clever, isn't it? You see, true nobility doesn't flaunt, they don't need to. They don't drape themselves in jewels or don their finest silks for a place as drab and unruly as this. No, they're always anxious, fearing that their precious possessions might vanish. These baubles are their only tether to the pinnacle of privilege after all." he chuckled "Meanwhile, the lower rungs of society will adorn themselves with every trinket, gem, and finery they can find."

He paused for a moment and continued, "not everyone is that complicated of course. There are those like our good selves, who simply dress well because we can."

"true, but why do some go through so much trouble?" Isla asked, she knew the answer of course but she wished to indulge him nonetheless. She liked to hear him talk.

"Well, it's all about ensnaring the gaze of the former, naturally. They aim to wed their offspring to these prestigious houses, securing influence and, of course, money."

"Gods, I hope I wasn't quite so predictable when we first met."

"I had expected you to be, but you... you defied my expectations. You were a delightful suprise I hadn't anticipated. Of course, now you're somewhat more decipherable, but that's only because I've come to know you so well. In those days, I was so confused as to why I couldn't understand you, it drove me insane. But... I suppose that's why I fell for you." He gently took her hand once more and kissed it as the play concluded. However, neither of them paid it much mind, despite Astarion's deep appreciation for the arts. Tonight, his focus was solely on cherishing his beloved.

It was now past evenfall and into the early hours of the night. They had whiled away the evening at the theater and continued their night at a charming pub, where they mingled with the upper echelons of Baldur's Gate's high society. Throughout the evening, they had the pleasure of meeting a handful of actors, although Astarion couldn't help but notice how some of them couldn't seem to avert their gaze, their eyes frequently drawn towards Isla. This stirred a touch of jealousy in him, prompting an impulsive act of intertwining their fingers, giving her a swift peck on her cheek, or casually draping his arm around her shoulder. It was as if he were silently conveying, "Don't even consider talking to her."

As more time slipped away, Astarion and Isla bid their farewells to their acquaintances. They were about to enter into a waiting carriage to return home when Isla paused and said- 

"can we perhaps, walk? It's just that... The night is so beautiful, and it feels like ages since we've strolled together, aside from those distant days when we journeyed the Sword Coast."

"Hmm, you're right. It's high time we created some new memories, isn't it?" Astarion replied with a soft smile, the kind that creased the tails of his mouth ever so slightly. 

The two of them strolled through the winding streets of Baldur's Gate. The evening was graced with a gentle, warm breeze, and the sky overhead was adorned with a canvas of stars. 

"They're beautiful tonight, even if they're not so clear," Astarion remarked, looking at the sky. Isla couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu; it seemed like he had made a similar observation once before.

As they walked hand in hand, they passed by lively street vendors selling exotic wares, their voices carrying the scent of spices and roasted meats. The laughter of revelers spilled out from the bustling taverns and inns, filling the air with a joyous ambiance. 

They decided to stop by the upper city gardens to rest their feet. Isla laid her head gently of Astarion's shoulder, he was a little taken by suprise but he didn't mind.

"Ugh, I won't lie, all this walking has made me a little... hungry." Astarion stated, feeling a little tired. 

"Don't worry my dear, we'll be home soon. There's plenty of 'wine' waiting for you." Isla replied, a tinge of playfulness in her voice, hinting at their shared secret.

Isla gazed out at the children in the park, even though it was quite late into the night, they continued to play after their dinners. Their parents kept a watchful eye on them from afar while engaging in conversation amongst themselves. A spontaneous smile graced her lips, one that had emerged without her awareness, until she overheard a young boy yell,

"MISTER! MISTER!" 

The boy darted up to Astarion, catching them both by surprise. Despite Astarion being seated, the boy stood much shorter and couldn't have been older than 5. 

Astarion, a tad confused, inquired, "What is it, little one? Do you need something?"

The boy placed his hands into Astarion's and responded with awe in his eyes, "Sir, I couldn't help but notice your eyes. They're so pretty, they look like rubies. Do you have gems for eyes, mister?"

Astarion, taken aback, struggled for words but managed, "Well... dear boy, my eyes are very much real."

"Really? Can I have a closer look then, mister?"

Isla watched the heartwarming interaction unfold with a gentle smile. Astarion, while still slightly uncomfortable, couldn't help but smile either. He knelt to meet the boy's gaze, allowing him a closer look. Soon, more children joined, their eyes fixed on Astarion's.

After a moment, Astarion, with a hint of playful sternness, quipped, "Are you quite finished with your scrutiny, young ones?"

One of the children spoke, "I hope my eyes are as pretty as yours one day, sir. Mine aren't a unique color like yours."

Astarion, his demeanor softening, said, "Oh, come now, your eyes are beautiful too, like stars in the night sky! Don't wish to be anyone other than yourself, child. Always remember to be strong, fearless, kind, and... well, sweet. Just as you were now." It was a tender moment, one in which Isla realized, she hadn't seen him with children before, and it warmed her heart to witness him in this gentle role. 

As the children continued on their way, Astarion settled back beside Isla, a faint but genuine smile lingering on his face. She couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on him. Astarion finally broke the silence, "You know, perhaps having one of those around wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Isla found herself taken aback by his comment, and her cheeks gave away her bashfulness as they flushed red. Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, a fond and affectionate laugh that filled the night. He leaned in and tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

Finally, hand in hand, they began their journey back home, their hearts lighter, and the memories of the evening etched in their souls.

*

[musette22]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C-nQQBbxQZr/?igsh=cml0NHhnamRjcmd1

This message made me cry! He has such a beautiful soul and he is so loved 😍

Happy birthday Seb!

Aaahhh that is just the most wonderful thing 🥺💞 Sebastian's friends and the people he's worked him genuinely ADORE him and I am absolutely not surprised about that!! But I am very touched, this is such a sweet and gorgeous message from people who clearly care a lot about our wonderful darling boy ❤️

I did go 'he played a vampire?!?!' for a minute there, like, surely I wouldn't have forgotten about that?? But I think maybe she meant a cannibal or maybe his role from the Covenant? Either way, he is supremely talented and versatile and a truly good person to boot, she's absolutely tight about that 🥰 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN

Sebastian has played many diverse roles: a rockstar, a former president, a serial killer, a Marvel superhero (or anti-hero?), a man living with incurable disease, a vampire, a mad hatter -- the list goes on. But the focus of this post is not the characters he plays but his character itself. Seb is funny, patient, discerning, perceptive, thoughtful, and generous. In all the years I've known him he's never had an unkind word to say about anyone, which is so rare. Whether we're working with kids battling cancer, at-risk youth and orphans, or veterans battling PTSD, he genuinely cares about helping others. Isla and I adore him and we're sending him so much love today on his birthday. HBD Sebastian, cheers to another year around the sun and we look forward to celebrating you soon!! 🥳🎉🎂🌟 #sebastianstan #wintersoldier #captainamerica #avengers #happybirthday

[minihotdog]

The Lass Next Door

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x OC Isla

OC Appearance: Isla (aye-lah) is a Latina with curly brown hair.

a/n: Proofread like shit. I always imagined Soap having a wonderful mom <3

Word Count: 800

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“Oh ma dear Johnny, ye’ll loe her!” John’s mom gleams into the phone. She stands next to the phone with a hand on her hip over her red flowery apron. A massive cheetah print clip pulls back her black curly hair.

“Aye, maw?” He smiles, happy to hear his mother’s warm and loving voice for the first time in months.

“She jist moved intae the toon and she’s a pure gem. I invited her fur yer dinner.”

“I cannae wait tae meet her, maw.” 

She pulls away to yet at the two fighting kids running through the kitchen.

“Youse bairns are ower auld tae be carryin’ oan like the mad beasts! Tak’ a seat!” She huffs before putting the phone back to her ear.

“Yer wee nephews are drivin’ me aff ma heid.”

He chuckles, his oldest sister’s kids were the sweetest kids he’s ever met but when their mom isn’t around they could terrorize a village.

“So, whin will ye hae some weans o’ yer ain?” She probes.

“A’ll be there braw soon tae gie them a guid skelpin.” He says, ignoring the question she’s been asking for years. 

***

“Oh, love, ah’m that excited fur ye tae meet ma ain, Johnny. It’s not often that he’s home.” She motions for you to sit at the table while she finishes up the cooking.

“Why’s that?” You question. With the way Ms. Mactavish speaks of her son, you’d imagine they’d hate being apart.

“He’s SAS, ye ken? He’s a pure success, Ah’m sae proud o’ ma boy.” She smiles really big. You can’t help but smile with her. The way she talks about him is so heartwarming.

Suddenly a loud thud erupts from the backyard. Ms. Mactavish goes running outside.

“Aye! Didnae I tell ye wee yins tae calm doon wi’ yer games?!”

Just then the front door swings open.

“Maw, I’m home!”

“Oh, Johnny!” She cries out, rushing inside. They embrace each other, he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” She grabs his stubble-covered cheeks, giving them a pinch as he protests.

“Come oan, come an meet oor new neighbour, Isla.”

You stand to shake his hand with a friendly smile. Once he comes into the kitchen you’re a wave of shock washes over you.

This is the darling baby boy she’s been talking about?!

He’s massive. He towering over you, his ice-cold eyes match every member of his family present along with his black hair that was shaved at the sides into a mohawk. His shoulders are wide, his arms are muscular and covered in dark hair. Your eyes drop to his boyish grin and just below his lips a scar running along his chin. He’s all man, rugged as can be. His black shirt is a little too tight around his biceps and his jeans stretch over his thick thighs.

Oh dear god.

His massive hand takes your small one in a gentle shake. The callouses on his palm leave your skin buzzing and wanting more.

***Johnny’s POV***

I walk past the old door spotting the dents I’d made in it with a BB gun when I was about 12 years old. A smile glues itself to my face once the familiar scent hits my nose. It smells like home.

“Maw, I’m home!”

She comes running around the corner.

“Oh, Johnny!” She wraps me in her arms.

“Maw,” I mutter.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” Tears brim in her eyes. I try to shake her hands off when she pinches my cheeks like I’m still her wee boy.

“Come oan, come an’ meet our new neighbour, Isla.” She grabs me by the arm, dragging me to the kitchen. Upon turning the corner I see a lass-

Steamin’ Jesus-

Her long brown curly hair falls down her shoulders and back. A perfect background to contrast her figure, slim hourglass falling into her wide hips and a behind I couldn’t wait to peek at when she wouldn’t notice.

She’s wearing these big geeky glasses and behind them, I almost melt at the sight, two warm brown eyes. Her plump lips, little round chin, bone structure of a goddess with just enough roundness to her cheeks to keep her as cute as a doll, and her sunkissed skin unlike anyone I’ve seen in this town. Her t-shirt sticks to her figure and her jeans look like they’d only come off if they were cut.

I try to keep my eyes from wondering too much.

Oh fuck. This lassie is gonna pure make me keel ower.

“Eh! Isla?” I take her hand in mine, dwelling on how soft it feels and fits so perfectly in mine.

“Nice to meet you.”

Her voice, tha’ perfect smile… I may as well ask fur forgiveness now, maw, ‘cause I’m gonna start wheezin’ like a dog.

“Can I call you Johnny?” She asks me so politely.

Fuck’s sake, call me a bastard if ye like.

“Aye, bonnie, that’ll dae fur me.”

“Bonnie…?” She gets cut off by my rambunctious nephews running inside.

“Uncle Johnny!” They yell in unison and jump on me.

“Hey! I was talkin’ tae ma new pal ye scunners!” I laugh at the two, lifting both of them in separate arms.

“Hand on noo. Gie yersels intae yer seats, it’s time tae eat!”

[ariellewm]

Czar Agskaga - A Random Snippet Story

Warning: Slightly on a steamy side (nothing too crazy, it's on the light side), naga (half human, half snake beings)

The story I wrote was inspired by a question from @wyyvernn . She asked: If my original character played an instrument, what would it be?

I imagine him playing the dudek flute or any sort of flute. Remember the Narnia Lullaby that Mr. Tumnus plays? That's the exact song that came to mind that Czar would play. The dudek flute is also what was used for the recording of the song.

Enjoy the story down below!

**Play the Narnia Lullaby in the link above for added ambience to the story if you wish!**

It was a quiet evening within the Amber Palace. Waves crashing along the shore, the smell of incenses of rose and lavender filling the naga prince's chamber. 

"Your Highness," the maiden called out behind the silken drapes, "I have the fruits you've asked for."

"You may enter." The prince said, inviting her into the chamber.

Walking in, she carried a woven tray. It was filled with all sorts of freshly picked fruit. Apples of jade, violet ripe berries. She made her way to Czar, careful not to step on his glossy onyx, red and gold pattern coils. The tray was placed upon a table beside the prince.

She stepped back, lowering her head, "Is there anything else you need, your highness?" 

His upper tanned body slightly turned. Crimson eyes fell upon the maiden. He notice her shouched shoulders, unbalanced posture. Czar emitted a soft hiss as the end of his black tail reached toward her. Delicately, his tail tilted her head upward to face the handsome prince.

"S-sire?" Shyly she gasped from the cold touch. Her freckled cheeks blushed a delicate shade of plum. 

Oh yes, indeed, her eyes lacked of sparkle. Dark circles beneath those beautiful, soft eyes.

The cool touch of his tail moved away.

Czar's hand reached toward one of the apples on the tray. "I noticcced your a bit exhausssted. Here," he tossed the apple to her, "you dessserve a break."

"But...but your--" 

"Pleassse dear, call me Czar." 

"Czar, what of my duties?" Confusion appeared on her face.

He slithered toward the cozy floor cushions, "Relaxxx my lovely girl. You've been hard at work all day, ssserving me and my uncle." His coils twisted and wrapped around the pillows and low table. He gestured a spot across from the table, "Pleassse, won't you join me?"

I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit for a while, she thought to herself. With a small smile she eased herself onto the large floor pillow. The maiden savored the crisp apple offered by the prince. She relished the taste with every bite. 

"Ssshall I play sssomething for you darling?" His faded inked arm reaches over behind him. A beautifully carved wooden flute appeared. 

"I found thisss the other day. Perhapsss you'd like to hear a sssong or two?"

The maiden swallowed before answering, "I would very much like to hear."

The naga smiled, placing his lips around the mouthpiece. Eyes closed, he began to play.

It was ethereal. Soothing to the ears. His fingers delicately danced upon the holes as he played. Otherworldly, almost as if she was transported back to the ancient city of Draca Isla, the once home of naga's and dragon's. She could smell the earthy damp rock, the sweet fragrance of amber lilies growing in the wild. 

The pillow underneath the maiden began to sink. Or was it just her imagination?

Czar's ruby eyes opened to only darken as he took notice of the maiden's dreamy eyes. The half eaten apple dropped to her side. He smiled as he played, continuing his enchanting melody.

Want to learn more about His Illustrious Eminence?

Here are some links:

Information + Concept Artwork on Czar Agskaga

"Coils of the Naga" & "Coiled by the Naga" Written by Arielle W.M. ( @ariellewm ) & Produced/Voiced by Ycey Narrates

SFW Hypnosis Headcanon Story

[v3nusxsky]

would you be open to doing a larissa weems request. something along the lines of reader finding out she’s pregnant with twins, (they already have one or two children already). but the twist is that she gets the kiddos to help tell larissa. thank you 🫶

More munchkins? | Fluff

*Authors notes~ flufffff and I got to explore a few of my oc children in here so I'm like super excited to get this out. I hope this is what you are looking for my darling. And I love the idea so much.*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy, twins fluff?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Life with your little family was truly perfect, everything you've ever wanted and dreamed off here in your hands. You worked as a Bounty teacher for your wife who if principal of Nevermore. So you both live at the school with your son Emerson James who was five and your daughter Isla Rae who is three. Emerson was the spit of you but completely like he's mamma personality and behaviour wise, Isla being the typical hyper three year old child, with that cheeky too thing smile and the cute little crackly laugh. The spit of your wife in every sense of the word. You and Larissa couldn't be happier with how life is now.

That's why it was so scary to be sat in your en suite bathroom holding a blinking pregnancy test. Your two children had been carefully planned, so loved and wanted by you both but neither of you had discussed any extra children. You had your boy and your girl, and they were perfect truly how would another baby fit into the puzzle that was seemingly complete?

The first thing you did was get ahold of your doctor, had the bloods and all the mandatory tests needed, the results seemingly worrying the doctor. You couldn't help but panic. Maybe you should've told Larissa first? After all she was present all the way through your first two pregnancies and births. The doctor managed to get you booked in for an ultrasound the same day, all easing your mind.

During the ultrasound, you could only see the sack of the baby, everything looked to be healthy until the ultrasound tech went silent. "And here's baby B" the murmured showing you the other sack, "you look to be having identical twins" they confirmed as tears immediately began to fall. Twins. You were stressing about one baby, now you had two. Oh gosh. How would you tell Larissa that you were pregnant with twins.

You knew she needed to know, they were her children too, and you had to tell Emery and Isla. You knew Emery loved being a big brother and Isla had been asking for a sister for the past few months. Going on your gut feeling you'd say she has a two for one deal in the sibling department right now. Two boys or two girls you were not fussy just two healthy babies would be perfect. It was crazy how you could them so much already when they are so early on in the pregnancy but you did.

You decided to include the children in the reveal so you picked up what you needed and headed back to the school to put the plan in motion. Preparing absolutely everything to make it go so perfectly. You couldn't deny they looked absolutely adorable as you waited for Larissa to turn up.

"Hi sweetheart" she murmured coming into your little apartment that was located on the school ground. You immediately sent Emery to run to your wife, his shirt saying "big brother, baby in bagging area" absolutely puzzling your wife as she read it while greeting him with kisses and cuddles, "hi my little prince, how was school? Where's you momma sister baby?"  Instead of letting him answer, you placed Isla down and let her toddle over to her mama. Her little pink shirt reading "big sister, unexpected item in bagging area" both shirts on the back had baby one and baby two est sept 8th 23.

"My gorgeous girl, where's your momma too hmm? What you two little angels trying to tell me hmm?" She murmured tickling both the children so their giggles filled the room. "Hi my love" you murmured coming out of hiding. "Unexpected item in bagging area?" She quizzed laughing at how funny the phrase was, "baby? Are you?" You nodded with tears brimming your eyes. "We gwts sissyssss" Isla squealed happily only to be met with her brothers, "or brothers!" In a protests of the thought of two more sisters. He would be truly outnumbered.

"Oh sweetheart, that's perfect news, another little angle to add to our family" she murmured kissing your cheek happily as she held you, your children running off to play now.

"Two angels" you murmured happily putting a hand over your flat stomach."two? Twins?" You nodded again as she kissed you happily. "Two more to complete our family, god I'm so in love with you" she murmured against your lips. Although not planned these two would be well and truly loved. By the time they were born you knew you had two daughters. Delilah Faye and Liliana mae. Your little lilah and lily completed your family.

Word count~ 876