#My sweet beautiful childrens🥺💕

[commander-sarahs-art]

I recently went on a binge of drawing all of my SWTOR Era OC’s for the first time in like 3 years!

In order it’s

Yvette Costel- Human Smuggler

Isabel Alaraan- Human Jedi Master

Mera Baline- Miraluka Jedi Consular

Selin’Ebrul’Abegian (Neb)- Chiss Imperial Agent

Aurena Ty’Zel- Half Sith, Sith Warrior

Yenndahlia Vixlaz- Mirialan Sith Inquisitor

Vyli’i Herlianaada- Twi’lek Bounty Hunter

Khalani Artuuma- Mirialan Republic Trooper

Aara Lok- Mandalorian Bounty Hunter

[sea-lanterns]

noooo the mention of dragon eula 🥹 my sweet bbygirl... aaaa eula the proud and noble ice beast who dwells in dragonspine... when the people of mondstadt sacrifice you to the ice dragon that dwells there without even any protective garments against the snow... eula who is initially annoyed by the prospect of having company on her solitary mountain, but when she sees the way you tremble from the extreme weather, she gathers you into her dwelling and bundles you up against her and she's surprisingly warm!!

but also eula the prideful ice beast who yearns to have a whole litter of children with you to prove her noble race is capable of breeding with the best of women—you—and how she may seem so aloof and distant but when it comes to you all other things like her pride and disattachment melt away. what she feels in her heart is a puzzling sensation of... fondness, she daresays, and it should be beneath her to experience such sensations towards a lesser being, but when it comes to you she is ever so sweet and at your beck and call.

eula the ice beast of dragonspine, who terrifies mortal men at the mere mention of her name, and yet casts the most picturesque figure of beauty and grace as she dances amidst the snowflowers and crystals of her dwelling, before noticing the way you stand agape, and extending a hand to you in invitation!! and when you slow dance with her, her tail wraps around you both and try as she might to ignore it, a rumbly purr growls possessively in her throat as she sways with her bride 💃

aaaa eula my love 🥹🫶 imagine that once you've gained her mating mark, you gain an immunity to the cold, and are now able to traverse dragonspine freely, too! not that there's anywhere else you'd want to be, rather than there in here arms.

- sincerely, a very passionate eula lover

Going a little insane at the thought of Dragon Eula warming up her bride begrudgingly 🥺

Like, she wants her own solitude up in the mountains, not really wanting a bride in the first place, yet when she sees how you’re shivering in such thin attire, poor Eula just feels so entitled to your safety and growls before dragging you into her cave to heat you up <3

You wake up from your cold nap to find yourself sitting on the lap of the tall, towering, ice dragon of Dragonspine. Eula staring down at you while you’re buried in her feathery and scaly chest as the body heat shared between you is enough to finally warm you up. You can’t see her face but Eula is practically blushing, trying to play off the “cold and mean” part of her personality whilst trying not to admire how small and soft you are…

Eula may not have wanted a bride, but judging by the way she’s gently petting your head and blowing hot steam into your face, it’s safe to say that she’s slowly growing attached 💕

[tswaney17]

I Do Bad Things with You - Part 49

It's here!!! The final part of this massive fic. 😭 I can't believe we're finally at the end. I'm still in shock that I get to close the door on this fic that has taken up the last three years of my life. I have so many emotions running through me right now. 🥺

The epilogue will be posted during @elriel-month in addition to a little surprise I'm so excited to share with you. Stay tuned!! 💜💙💚

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

This part also features descriptions of birth and complications from it.

Word Count: 7,225

Elain had spent a good portion of the late morning getting ready for the baby shower scheduled for noon. At just over eight months pregnant, they were cutting close to the wire of the twins’ arrival.

She was beyond exhausted. Growing the babies was work enough, but she ached everywhere at this point. Her boobs, her hips, her ankles. Her back…that hurt the worst. She looked like she swallowed two extra large watermelons. Elain hadn’t seen her feet in two and half months and she was praying that her toenails looked well enough for sandals today.

On top of her aching body, she also slept like shit the night before, having woken up in the wee hours with Braxton Hicks contractions that seemed to never want to go away. They were getting obnoxious at this point.

Oh! And her boobs had already started leaking. Aside from the contractions, Elain also woke up to a soaked sleep shirt and an attitude that poor Azriel was desperately trying to keep calm. She felt bad that her irritation got directed at him, but he took her mood swings in stride, giving her the space when she needed it, and focusing on taking care of Kaden and getting him ready for the party.

Her husband knocked lightly before entering their bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it when he saw her standing there in an ugly pair of panties and a strapless bra—which she had no idea how it was going to hold up her tits, but here they were. “Hello, my love. How are you doing?” he asked, striding further into their room. He was already dressed in black slacks and a white button-down rolled up to his elbows. It was one of her favorite looks on him. Casual but classy and sexy as hell.

“I’m all right. Better than this morning,” which was true. In the time she took to get ready, she felt her irritation slowly dissipate. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

He gifted her a soft smile he reserved only for her and their children. “El, you’re carrying two babies. You’re allowed to let out your frustrations. I’m here to spar if you need it, you know that.”

She knew he meant spar as in letting her yell and shout and hiss words until she felt better while he just took it. Gods, he really was the perfect husband. Elain held out her coco butter lotion towards him. “Do you mind rubbing this on me and helping me dress?”

Azriel took the bottle from her outstretched hands, dropping a sweet kiss on her plump lips before squirting some into his scarred palms and gently rubbing it all over her swollen stomach. He knelt before her, dutifully getting every inch of her covered. “You are so beautiful, Elain,” he murmured, kissing her at the fullest part of her belly.

She snorted. “I am a beached whale who ate too much.”

“You are a gorgeous woman carrying life inside of her womb. That will always be beautiful, sweetheart.”

How he always knew what to say was beyond her, but she tugged him up off the ground to kiss him thoroughly. It should’ve annoyed her with how just a few sweeps of Azriel’s tongue had every concern and irritation simply melt away. He knew when to play that card and fuck did he play it well.

But even his tongue couldn’t stop the hiss of pain as another contraction wracked her body.

He immediately pulled back at the sound, eyes scanning her face. “Are you all right?” he asked, concern etched into the tone.

She breathed through the wave that tightened in her abdomen. “Braxton Hicks contractions,” she said as an explanation.

 His brows shot into his hairline. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

Elain reached up to cup his cheek in her palm, her thumb swiping over the stubble there. “No, it’s a normal thing this late in the pregnancy. I’ve had a few this morning starting before dawn. It’s why I was grouchy.”

Understanding lit his face and he carefully ran his hand down her stomach again. “Why didn’t you wake me this morning?”

She huffed a laugh. “Because I knew you’d go into full-birthing-dad-mode and neither one of us would’ve slept any longer.”

Azriel shot her an unamused glare. “You will be thanking me for that birthing-dad mode when you’re in labor and I have everything packed up within minutes.”

This time Elain laughed loud and joyfully. “Yes, you’re probably right.” She nodded to the dress on the bed. “Help me slip that on?”

He grabbed the fabric, bunching it in his large fists, and pulled it over her head. It was an off-the-shoulder, loose, pale pink cotton dress, decorated with roses. It looked vintage, gathering just under her bust, with oversized puffy sleeves that sat off her shoulders, over her biceps. Ruffles accentuated the bottom hem, emphasizing the vintage style. It was the perfect spring dress. When Elain first saw it at the store, she knew she had to buy it for the shower.

Azriel tugged her loose curls from the back of the dress, letting them brush against her spine. He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder before grabbing the rose-pendant necklace he bought to go with the dress and draping it around her delicate neck. “Perfect,” he murmured onto her skin, his smile pressing against her neck.

Elain sighed softly, reaching up to thread her fingers through his dark hair. “How am I still horny for you?”

He nipped at her throat, a rumble shaking his chest. “Because you know I can deliver what you need without even blinking.”

This time she laughed, letting his hands run across her body in possessive little touches.

Azriel brazenly cupped her sex through the dress, growling as she let out a mewling sound and began to writhe against those skilled fingers, searching for the friction she desperately craved. “Would you like to fuck my hand, love?” he murmured, mouth grazing her jaw.

Elain fell slack against him, letting his strength hold her up. “Az,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut as he began to rub her in earnest. “Please.”

He nipped the curve of her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth. “You beg so prettily, El.” Bunching up the dress in a fist, Azriel slid her panties aside, swiping his fingers over her soaked pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me. Always desperate for my touch.”

She gripped him, nails digging into his exposed forearms. “I need—I need,” she panted out, wiggling in his hold. “Please, Az.”

Giving her exactly what she wanted—needed—Azriel sunk his middle finger into her aching cunt, pumping once before adding a second digit. “Such a good girl,” he whispered, thrusting in and out of her. The heel of his palm grazed her clit sending bolts of pleasure up her spine.

Elain bit her lip, stifling the moan that threatened to burst from her. His fingers scraped along that special spot inside of her, building her up and up and up until she teetered on the edge of bliss.

Barely conscious of her surroundings, Elain caught the sound of the door handle jiggling, followed by a “Momma!”

Azriel clapped a hand over her mouth as he continued his machinations. “Momma’s getting dressed, Kaden. We’ll be out in a minute,” he called out, pressing his palm firmly on her clit and sending her spiraling into her orgasm.

Too far gone to care, she tumbled into sweet oblivion, coming hard on his fingers. Elain moaned, only quieted by the muffling against her husband’s scarred hand.

He worked her through her release, slowing his movements when she started to come down from her high. Az peppered her skin with sweet kisses, removing his fingers from her pussy and readjusting her panties back into place before letting the dress fall back down. “Better, my love?”

“I’m gonna have to change my underwear, but yes.” She twisted in his arms, catching him sucking his fingers clean. Elain brought his mouth down to hers, tongue licking the drop of her release dotting his bottom lip. “Thank you, husband.”

He smiled into their kiss, deepening it once more. “I’ll go check on Kaden while you finish up. We’ll head out when you’re done.”

Twenty minutes later, they were in the car on their way to Rhys and Feyre’s place. It was a gorgeous day full of sunshine, the air warm with the oncoming of summer. It was as if even the Mother wanted to grace her presence on that day with her radiance. They really couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day for a baby shower.

“Momma?” Kaden called from the back seat. “Where are we going?”

His speech had improved so much since they first brought him home that the therapist they hired had told them after the end of the school year, that he likely wouldn’t need to continue seeing a specialist to catch him up. He was reading and writing the way a five-year-old should be and was on track to pass kindergarten with flying colors.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Remember how we talked about going to Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys’s for the baby shower today.”

He seemed to think about that. “What’s a baby shower?”

Her lips quirked up at his curious mind. Thankfully, he hadn’t asked about where babies came from again. “It’s a party to celebrate the upcoming arrival of your brother and sister.” Her hand came to rest on her belly instinctively.

His face scrunched up. “Will I have to take a bath again?”

Azriel let out a snort, glancing at her. “It’s a fair question.”

She laughed. “No, sweetheart. Not that kind of shower. To shower with love. The party is just to celebrate the babies before they arrive.”

“Will there be cake?” he asked, excitement lighting up his face at the prospect of sweets.

“For my sister’s sake, there better be.” Elain’s late-stage pregnancy craving was anything sweet. Cookies, cakes, pastries, whatever she could get her hands on, she was eating it. Azriel was barely able to keep the pantry stocked with desserts for her to snack on.

Her husband chuckled. “If she doesn’t, we’ll stop by a bakery on our way home and get each of you a cake. How’s that sound?” he asked, grasping her hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

She grinned. “You spoil me.”

He looked at her then. “You deserve to be spoiled.”

They were fashionably late to their baby shower, and Elain completely blamed her husband’s morning sexual charade for the delay in their arrival. Not that she minded at all. She had another Braxton Hick contraction in the car, Azriel eying her with worry and once again asking if they should make a pitstop at the hospital just in case.

But that would’ve made them even more late and Elain knew it was unnecessary.

All of their friends and family were waiting for their arrival. And she hated being late.

“What am I going to do with you gone for six months, Elain?” Thesan teased, taking a sip of his beer.

She shot a devilish grin at the head nurse sitting on the couch across from her. “I’m sure Viv would love to pick up all the slack.”

Viviane squawked in outrage and pointed a menacing finger in her direction. “Don’t put your work on me while you’re enjoying your babymoon, Elain Archeron-Knight.”

The group laughed as she pushed herself up off the couch. Another contraction hit her and she winced, catching the attention of the sharp-eyed nurse. But before she could ask, Kaden came bounding up to her, tugging on the skirt of her dress.

“Momma, can I have a cake pop?” He looked up at her with those damn puppy eyes he knew she couldn’t resist.

Elain ran a hand through his hair. “Sure, sweetie. Only one. You don’t want to spoil your appetite for Uncle Cassian’s good barbeque.”

Said uncle was out in the backyard tending to the grill with her husband, Rhys, and the Moonbeam brothers because, apparently, that’s where men gathered. Aelin and Rowan had joined them, the former getting an eyebrow raise from Azriel at her company’s appearance.

She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to perhaps score one of those cake pops herself—she was the guest of honor, surely she could snag one too. Feyre, Nuala, and Cerridwen had been busy putting together the final touches for lunch and were just waiting for Cassian’s proteins to serve food.

But just as she reached the breakfast bar, a wave of excruciating pain washed over her. Catching herself on the counter, Elain gripped the side of her stomach, groaning loud enough that the other room went silent. And then she felt it. Liquid surged between her legs, puddling the floor beneath her.

No. No, it was too soon. They couldn’t be coming already.

Viviane rounded the corner from the living room as Feyre and the twins approached her.

Somebody breathed her name, but she couldn’t decipher who it was over the blood rushing in her ears.

More footsteps sounded as her friends and family came from the living room to see what was going on.

“Elain.” It was Feyre’s voice that broke through the fog of fear that had clouded her, but she was too numb to respond. Too nervous. “Somebody get Azriel!”

Her panic grew and her breathing turned shallow. It was too soon. She wasn’t ready, wasn’t prepared enough. The anxiety of giving birth hit her like a freight train.

She couldn’t do this.

She couldn’t.

~~~~~

Azriel took a swig of his beer, rolling his eyes at the cad comment Rhys made. His tanned skin warmed in the sunlight even with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up to his elbows. With a glance at the large window, he caught Elain rising from her spot on the couch, Kaden gripping her dress to speak with her.

Gods, that fucking dress. Elain looked like a maternal goddess in it, emphasizing her swollen belly, brimming with the life of his children. Az never realized he had a breeding kink until he and Elain got back together. His desire to fill her with his seed, to watch her grow with life had him hardening in his pants.

Now at eight months, she had reached the stage where little things irked the hell out of her. Honestly, her temper was cute as hell, but he tried to be considerate of her exhaustion and short-fuse, offering himself up to take the heat of her ire. It was only fair—he’s the one that got her pregnant.

It may have made him a primitive, alpha-douchebag, but fuck did he love to see her waddling around, pregnant and barefoot in their home. She was already such a wonderful mother to their boy, Kaden. Cassian had been right. He was so incredibly grateful for Elain’s maternal instinct.

“Something caught your eye, brother?” Cassian taunted, grinning. His brother knew exactly what he was looking at. Or whom.

He shot him a dry look that had Cash chuckling.

“If she wasn’t already pregnant, I’d say that look alone could’ve knocked her up,” he teased. “Who knew you had such a kink, Az.”

Azriel opened his mouth to retort, but the sliding glass door opening caught his attention.

Nuala peeked her head out, a worried look on her face that had his stomach tightening in knots. “Azriel! Get in here now!”

But he was already moving, dropping his drink on the table and running after her into the house, his brothers and friends hot on his heels. He froze in the entryway of the kitchen, taking in the scene for a split second before his eyes settled on Elain bent over the counter, a puddle of clear liquid beneath her.

His feet ate up the space between them in three long strides, her name falling from his lips as he cupped her face and forced her gaze on his. Azriel prided himself in knowing exactly what Elain was feeling, what she was thinking by just the look on her face. He read her better than he did himself. So, seeing the blatant apprehension and worry written as clearly as a tattoo on her forehead had his heart racing in his chest.

Her eyes were wet with the tears he could tell she was trying to hold back.

“Love,” he said quietly, unsure how to proceed at the moment.

She blinked like hearing him cleared a bit of the fog that had washed over her. “Azriel.” Her voice cracked.

He folded her into his arms, trying to soothe whatever worries were troubling her. “You’re okay, my love.”

Elain seemed to melt in his embrace, her tension slowly ebbing away the longer he held her. He gave her whatever time she needed, ignoring the audience they had around them, but it was long enough for another contraction to hit. She cried out, gripping his hand in hers and squeezing tight.

Viviane snapped into action at that. “Azriel, her contractions are about nine minutes apart now. She’s going to have at least two more by the time you reach the hospital.”

“No hospitals,” Elain growled.

That had him pulling back to look down at her. “El, the babies are coming—”

“No. Hospitals.” He could see the wavering in her face. “I—,” she paused, hesitating. “They’re not ready. It’s too early. Too soon. They can’t come out yet…” Her head fell until she was looking at the wetness still sitting on the floor. “I’m not ready,” Elain whispered so quietly, that he almost missed it.

Azriel knew that was nerves speaking. While Kaden made them parents, the idea of giving birth to the twins was the primary source of her fear. The books he read said that many expectant mothers experienced this type of anxiety right around the time they went into labor. If they were going to have any success in her having a smooth birth, Azriel needed to get her to calm down. He glanced at Cassian. “Can you get her a chair?”

His brother grabbed one from the dining room, setting it out for Az to carefully guide Elain into. He knelt in front of her, keeping her hands clasped firmly in his. “Elain, sweetheart,” her dark eyes latched onto his, needing to hear his reassurance. He kept his voice low, wishing they didn’t have to have this conversation in front of their friends and family.

Rhys seemed to sense that and began ushering people out of the room. “Let’s give the couple a few minutes.”

He shot his brother a grateful look before returning his attention to Elain. “Sweetheart, I know you’re scared. I know it’s earlier than we were expecting. But if there is one thing that I am certain of is that you can do this.” He squeezed her hands in comfort. “You are the strongest person I know. You’ve been through so much that once all is said and done, you’re going to look at me and tell me that this was the easy part. I promise you that if anyone can do this, it’s you. And I will be right by your side for every step, holding your hand, giving you ice chips, and bearing whatever you need me to bear to bring our children into the world.”

She sniffed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re sure?”

“Without a doubt, Elain. You can do this.” He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissing her fingers and letting her absorb whatever confidence she needed. “So, what do you say? Are you ready to have our babies, love?”

Elain huffed a laugh, his words settling the nerves she had. “Yes, let’s go have our babies,” she breathed, her grin taking over her entire face, lasting all of thirty seconds before a look of panic took root once more. “Az, the birthing bag is still at the house.”

He let out an undignified snort. “Do you think after having that contraction in front of me this morning, I’d leave the house without having absolutely everything packed and ready to go? Come on, baby, you know me better than that. It’s all in the back of the car.”

She blinked in surprise. “The birthing bag and my pillow?”

“In the car,” he confirmed.

“Kaden’s overnight bag?”

“In the car.”

“The car seats for the twins?”

He scoffed. “You know I installed those weeks ago, try again.”

Her lips quired up at the corner. “What about the slippers I was wearing this morning?” she asked, thinking she had him.

Az rolled his eyes in playful exasperation. “I grabbed them when I snagged the birthing bag.” He kissed her hands again. “I’ve got you, love.”

And then she was leaning forward, kissing him with so much love and devotion, he felt it down to the soul she brought back to life. The sound of their family’s cheers forced them apart, a pretty blush dusting the tops of Elain’s cheeks, but she didn’t dare look away from him.

Without looking away from her, Azriel reached into his pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to Rhys. “Can you grab Kaden’s bag from the trunk? The one with dinosaurs. And then Elain’s purple one as well.”

Elain’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Why is he grabbing mine?”

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin, brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned forward to whisper, “I thought you might like to change your underwear and put on a maternity pad for the ride to the hospital.”

Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, but she nodded in agreement.  

A little body shuffled closer. “Momma?” Kaden murmured, looking so very worried over the state of his mother.

She held her arms out, motioning him forward. “C’mere sweetheart.” Elain tucked him into her chest, kissing the top of his head. “You’re going to stay here with Aunt Feyre and Uncle Rhys while Daddy and I go to the hospital to have your brother and sister.”

He looked up at her with those puppy-dog eyes and damn, the kid knew how to work them. “But I want to go with you!” His lower lip quivered and Azriel could tell he was on the verge of tears.

But his wife took it in stride, cupping his little face in her palms and swiping her thumbs across his cheeks. “I know, sweetheart. I know you do. But you’ll have a much better time here with your aunt and uncle. Momma’s not going to be fun to be around until your siblings are here.” She kissed his plump cheek. “But I promise that you will be the first to see us once they arrive. Okay?”

Feyre stepped forward, reaching out a hand for their son. “Come on, Kaden. We’ll have lots of fun eating all the desserts left over.” She shot them a wink when he finally relented, taking her fingers.

After cleaning her up as best as he could and getting her a maternity pad from her bag, he and Elain were in the car on the way to the hospital. As Viviane predicted, she had two more contractions on the way, grabbing his offered hand and the “oh shit” bar as she groaned her way through it. And then promptly went into a third one right as they arrived.

Az timed them out, still sitting about nine minutes apart. “Breathe, baby. Good, love. Just like that.” His thumb grazed the back of her hand. Her grip was tight, on the verge of painful, but he didn’t dare let his face flinch or show an ounce of discomfort. She needed his strength and that’s exactly what he was going to give her.

They were immediately escorted to their private room and Elain’s vitals were checked over. She was sitting at only two centimeters dilated, which meant they were looking at being there for a bit.

Between her contractions, he swapped out his clothes for a fitted black t-shirt and grey sweatpants to get more comfortable and then sent a text to their siblings to notify them that they were in and settled, but it would be a while before they would have any progress.

“Can you check in with Kaden?” Elain asked, taking a scoop of ice chips from her cup.

The corner of his lips curled up at the question. “I already did. Feyre said he wouldn’t leave the front window for a while and had to persuade him with his baby cousin and a lot of sweet treats.”

She snorted, shaking her head. “He’s going to have a mouth full of cavities before we get home.” Elain twisted to look at him. “Do you think we made the right decision by not letting him come with us? It sounds like he’s waiting for us to return. I know that some families let their little ones be present for the birth of their siblings and we discussed it—”

He interrupted her train of thought. “I think we made the right call, love. We’re going to be here for a while and we both know that things can upset him. I don’t know how well he’d handle watching you go through that.”

She nodded but didn’t look very convinced.

Azriel reached for her hand, covering it with his own and squeezing her fingers. “He’s safe and well-cared for. Remember that while we focus on bringing his little brother and sister into the world.” He brushed his lips over her knuckles in a sweet kiss.

Elain smiled softly at him. “Okay.”

And so, they waited.

Per his wife’s birthing plan, she wanted to attempt to go natural. Azriel admired her strength and resilience in doing so. But after over sixteen hours of hard labor, he could see her resolve fading.

He stroked her cheek, fingers brushing hair behind her ear. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Dark circles already lined the underneath part of her eyes. She looked so weary. “I’m so tired, Az.” Her voice came out nearly broken and fuck if that didn’t just rip his beating heart from his chest.

Kissing her forehead, he murmured, “Do you want to get the epidural? It’ll help you get some much-needed rest before the delivery.” As of now, she was only at seven centimeters and the doctor had said it could still be a while longer until she reached a full ten.

Her chin dipped in confirmation. “Please.”

Azriel didn’t waste time calling for the nurse. Within ten minutes, he watched as a grossly large needle was inserted into her back, sending that relief washing over her. He peppered her face with kisses during the procedure, murmuring words of praise and comfort in her ear as she gritted her teeth through it.

Elain spent the next eight hours in a fitful sleep, dosing off and waking up not long after each time. Azriel didn’t bother to try and sleep, not when she wasn’t really getting much at all.

But finally, after just past nine, she was fully dilated and ready to push.

His wife pushed and pushed and pushed for a half hour with nothing to show for it. She was in tears, frustrated, and so exhausted he was practically supporting all her weight having slid an arm around her shoulders to keep her upright.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she sobbed, half burying her face into his chest.

“You can, love. You’re so strong. Just a little bit more,” he tried to reassure her. It fucking killed him to see her like this.

“Can’t you do it for me?” she pleaded, looking up at him with wild, desperate eyes.

He gripped her cheek in his palm, kissing her temple. “You know I would, El. I would give anything to switch places with you right now. But I know you can do this. Just a few more pushes and then they’ll be here.”

Whatever she read within his words seemed to do the trick, her brows furrowing with a determination he hadn’t seen since they left the house. Elain pushed herself up, trying to get into a kneeling position, and he was right there, sliding behind her and supporting her weight.

The nurses squawked, muttering something about hospital policy, but frankly, he did not give a fuck, snarling, “Her body is telling her to push like this. Listen to your fucking patient.”

Changing the position was exactly what she needed because their son was born within the next two contractions, entering the world with a healthy set of lungs.

They sagged back against the pillows, his face wet with tears as they placed their new baby directly on Elain’s bared chest. He couldn’t stop himself from tipping her head back to kiss her softly on the lips, pausing the savor the moment.

Az traced the pads of his fingers over the curve of their boy’s cheek, just needing to touch him to prove he was here with them. Even covered in fluids, he was so beautiful. The perfect blend of the two of them.

The nurses gave them just a few minutes with the first baby before Doctor Chen said that she needed to start pushing again. She took their boy from Elain’s arms, promising to bring him back for Azriel after he was cleaned up and their daughter was born.

Delivery of their little girl went easier than with their son. But whereas their boy came out crying, their daughter came out silent.

Azriel knew something was wrong just by the silence, but it only grew the anxiety in his stomach when the doctor turned her back on them, taking their little one with her to work on.

“She’s not crying,” Elain breathed, worry clouding her voice.

He could only squeeze her shoulders in comfort, watching as they shoved things into her nose and mouth.

“Suction,” Chen ordered.

“Azriel, why isn’t she crying?”

“She’s going to be okay, love. They’re helping her. She’s okay.” The words passed his lips even as his heart dropped into his stomach when they started doing compressions on her tiny body.

No.

This couldn’t be happening. They couldn’t lose her. It would kill him to lose his little girl, but Elain, fuck, he couldn’t even begin to fathom the devastation she would face at this loss. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t pay to fix this or threaten someone to save their baby girl.

So, he did what any father would do.

He prayed.

He prayed to every god, every deity, everything, and anything he could think of to keep his little girl safe and bring her back to them. To take her place if they demanded it. A life for a life. He’d pay it for his child, his family. “Come on,” he murmured. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

Elain curved her face into the side of his chest, howling in a way he’d never heard from her before.

His arms went around her, that dreaded feeling turning his blood cold. The terror he felt of their little one dead before she lived was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. But still, he did not stop praying, clutching Elain’s shaking body to his. “Come on, little one. Come on!” he chanted. “Please.”

And then, a rattled cough tore from her tiny body, followed by the sweet, beautiful sound of her cry.

Elain’s wail turned into relieved sobs, as the doctor walked over their bundled little girl and placed her into his wife’s awaiting arms.

“Somebody was just so excited to meet you, she took a breath a little too early, but we cleared out her passages and lungs and she looks good now.”

His wife tucked their daughter into her chest, kissing the top of her head. “Hi sweet girl, Momma’s here,” she whispered, tears still falling down her cheeks. Tears that matched the ones running down his face.

She was here. His baby girl. Fuck, she looked just like him, with dark hair and tanned skin. He hadn’t gotten a look at her eyes yet, but already she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here you go, Mr. Archeron-Knight,” one of the other nurses said, pulling his attention from his wife and daughter as she handed him his son, cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket.

The small bundle was gently laid in the crook of his elbow. Azriel didn’t think he’d ever feel the amount of love he did on Kaden’s adoption day, but sitting here with his gorgeous wife, holding their newborn twins, he felt his heart soar in his chest.

Sweaty and fatigued, Elain glanced up at his face, the sweetest, exhausted smile pulling on her lips. “I love you,” she murmured.

He let out a sound that was a cross between a chuckle and a sob. “I love you more.” And then he kissed her, sealing that moment in time with his undying love for her.

~~~~~

Elain woke to the sound of a whimpering cry, swiftly followed by Azriel’s low voice.

“Hey, sweet girl. What’s wrong, huh?” She heard some shuffling as her husband lifted their daughter from the nursery bed. “Momma needs her sleep so we need to be quiet.” He kept his voice low enough to not disturb her—fuck she loved him so much—but she was already awake, rolling over in the hospital bed to face him.

Azriel holding his children was, hands down, the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. How she could even feel the need for him after pushing two babies out of her currently aching and severely injured body was beyond her, but just watching him bounce their fussing daughter made all those desires come roaring to the surface.

Almost as if he could sense her presence, hazel eyes slid to hers. “I’ve got her, love. Go back to sleep.” His voice remained soft as night as if anything louder would disturb her.

She curled up on her side, watching him. “I think we should get used to no sleep now.”

He huffed a laugh, patting Rosalie on her back as she further settled into the crook of his elbow.

Their daughter was almost two pounds smaller than her brother, coming in right at five whereas Ryder was a healthy six pounds, fourteen ounces. The doctor was a little concerned over Rosalie’s lower birth weight, but Elain had managed to get both babies to latch and feed earlier and she ate well, so they were mainly playing it by ear.

Because of her smaller size, Azriel already placed an order for some preemie clothes and sent a photo of her with the twins to their siblings. They asked to give them a day to recuperate before coming to the hospital in the morning. After the scare with Rosalie, both she and Azriel wanted to take some time to spend with the babies. Plus, the medical team was in and out of their room, taking Rosalie for some additional tests just to be sure everything looked good.

It was just after seven that night, and they were settling in for the evening. Tired of hospital food, Azriel ordered hamburgers from DoorDash for them to eat. Elain was starving and it sounded so good that she drooled when she suggested it to him. Both babies had been fed only an hour earlier and she anticipated not having another feeding till late evening or early morning.

Elain grabbed whatever sleep she could, knowing she’d need it when they were released in a couple of days, but she was sure Azriel hadn’t slept a wink since she’d gone into labor.

She pushed herself up, reclining on her pillows. The nurses cleaned her after the delivery and stitched her up from tearing, but Elain couldn’t wait to get home and take a proper shower. “Does she need to be changed?” she asked, nodding to the now-sleeping baby in her husband’s arms.

Azriel shook his head. “No, I think she was just fussing.” His dark hair was still mussed up from when he stripped out of his shirt earlier, taking time for skin-to-skin contact with each of the twins.

Elain had to rein in her laugh at how the nurse blushed as he revealed miles of gloriously tanned, tattooed skin and corded muscle. Her husband was a fine specimen, but he never flaunted it, so seeing another woman react to it was humorous especially since he didn’t even seem to notice her blushing, stammering state.

“You should sleep too, Az,” she said instead.

He looked at her, his lips curving up. It had been doing that a lot since the birth of the twins. The sweetest, smallest smile that crept up the corners of his mouth. Almost as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was utterly adorable and made him look younger. “I’ll rest later. You need it more than me.”

Her shoulders shook in amusement. “You know, we can sleep when they do.”

“I just don’t want to miss a second of them.” His attention returned to his little girl who already had him wrapped around her finger. To be fair, all of their children did. “Fuck, I can’t believe they’re here already. It seems like it was only a month ago you found out you were pregnant.”

“I can’t believe our first anniversary is coming up in just a handful of weeks.”

At that, he laughed. “I guess a trip for our anniversary is out of the question?”

She grinned. “Not unless all our little ones are coming with us.” Because like hell was she going to be able to leave them so soon. Plus with her nursing, it just wouldn’t be ideal.

He seemed to consider her. “We could take the jet to the Summer District. Kaden will be out of school then and we’ll both still be out on leave. Just a thought.”

Gods, he was fucking perfect. “That might be nice.”

A knock on the door interrupted whatever he was going to say. He frowned in confusion, looking at her.

Elain shrugged, sitting up further on her bed. “Come in,” she called out.

She thought it might be a nurse or a doctor, coming to check on her or the twins. What she didn’t expect was for Rhys to peek his head into the room. Surprise lit her features and she glanced at Azriel, who looked equally as bewildered at the sudden visit from their brother.

“Hey,” Rhys said. “I apologize for dropping by unannounced, but somebody really couldn’t wait till tomorrow to see you.” He opened the door slightly, revealing Kaden clutching a teddy bear, eyes puffy and red from crying.

Her heart ached at the distress their son must’ve been in for Rhys to come all the way here. “Hello sweetheart,” she said, keeping her voice soft. “Come here, my love.”

He took a small step further into the room, Rhys’s hand guiding him at the backside of his head. Kaden took slow steps as he approached the side of her bed. “Momma, are you sick?”

She reached out to cup his cheek in her palm. “No, baby. I’m not sick. Your brother and sister decided it was time to come out of my tummy.” Her eyes found Azriel’s as he rose from his seat on the couch, moving toward them. “Would you like to meet them?” she asked, returning her gaze to Kaden’s.

His head dipped in confirmation.

Elain pushed herself back even more. “Rhys, can you help him up and then grab me that flat pillow over there.”

He set the boy on the bed between her spread legs, Kaden shuffling backward and bumping into her sensitive lower area.

She hissed out in pain before she could stop herself. A wave of agony washed over her with enough intensity that her stomach curdled with nausea.

Azriel reacted immediately. “Easy, buddy. Momma’s going to be sore for a while and we need to be extra careful with her.”

“I’m okay,” she spoke quickly, not wanting to upset Kaden any more than he already was, and kissed his plump cheek as she breathed through the pain. “Okay, Rhys. Place the pillow over our laps.”

Adjusting his arms in preparation, Azriel gently lowered their daughter until she comfortably rested on the nursing pillow.

“Kaden, this is your sister, Rosalie,” he announced, letting his finger stroke her rounded cheek.

Elain couldn’t see his face directly, but she did catch his eyes widening as he stared down at her, his fingers carefully tracing over her delicate features just as his father did.

“Rosawee,” he said, not quite catching the ending syllable. It would be something they would have to work on. When she kicked a leg within her swaddle, he pulled his hand back, startled.

She laughed, feeling the bed dip as Azriel sat down next to them, bringing over their son. “And this is your brother, Ryder.”

He reached out to trace the outline of his brows, the touch gentle and exploratory. “I’m a brother?” he asked, turning his head to look up at her.

“That’s right sweetheart. You’re their big brother, and they’re going to love you so much,” she told him, kissing the top of his head.

Elain took in her family, her incredible husband, and three beautiful children. It sounded so wild to even think about. She was a wife and a mother. Thinking back, she remembered the day that had changed the trajectory of her life forever. The bank robbery a few years back. It was crazy to think how such a terrifying moment altered her life in the best of ways. It brought her back to the love of her life.

It put her on this very path.

She’d face every one of the moments since then tenfold as long as it brought her to this point in time, sitting here with her gorgeous little family.

“Perfect.”

She looked up at Rhys, catching him with his phone out.

“Your first family photo.”

Her lips turned up and silver lined her eyes. “Thank you, Rhys.”

He waved her off. “Do you want me to take Kaden back with me?”

“No,” Azriel said, ruffling his eldest son’s hair. “He can stay here with us tonight. Can you put his booster seat in our car? The keys are in my bag.”

“You got it.” He grabbed the keys but paused on the threshold. “And congratulations you guys. Rosalie and Ryder are beautiful.”

Azriel leaned further into her side, kissing her temple. “Thank you, brother.” Once alone, he turned her head toward his, bringing her mouth to his for a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you so damn much, Elain.”

His smile was infectious, making her lips turn up at the corners. “Thank you, Azriel, for giving me this life—these babies. You have made me the happiest I could ever imagine. I love you.”

“Momma! She’s got my finger,” Kaden’s giggle interrupted their moment.

They laughed, looking at their three beautiful children.

Elain knew that this perfect moment was just the very beginning of the rest of their lives.

~~~~~

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[ophelieverse]

MORE DAD AEMOND FANFIC 🥺🙏🏻 ITS SO CUTE !!! I LOVE HOW DEDICATED HE IS WITH DRAGONS BUT STILL UNDERSTAND WHAT HIS FAMILY NEED BEST ✨🥲

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰The wild princess and the wild dragon.

Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader.

Another part of Daddy Aemond for all of my lovelies.Now is Visenya time to shine and to finally have a dragon,just like her father did.

Thank you for reading and let me know what you think💕(sorry for the errors).

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The fire was crackling in the fireplace,the sun was rising above the horizon,every living small creature was now awaking for living another day in the peaceful and sunny Dragon Stone.

Y/n was laying on the bed,the white sheets were messy,half dangling on the floor and half wrapped around her sweaty body.Her hair sprawled on the pillow,back arching and eyes closing in the blissful feeling that was flaming on her skin.

It was the first lights in the morning,when her husband made his way on top of her after admiring her beautiful features.The perfect and immaculate texture of her skin,the sweet little smile on her sleepy face,the way her chest rose up and down in every breath.

Y/n hands wrapped around his neck and went to his hair,beautiful strands of silver moonlight,long enough for her to run her fingers through and to pull at.

Aemond moaned,pulling her closer until his lips claimed hers in a kiss full of desperation and need.He kissed her as if he was a man starved,the only thought of her the most delicious meal,and showing her exactly how much he craved her.

Y/n groaned in his mouth,the euphoric feeling pumping in her veins,wrapping her legs around his waist.He pulled her waist against his hard body,the bulge in his pants rubbing against her pelvic bone as he choked out with a moan:«I want another one.»his voice was low and it made her shiver.

His wife know immediately to what he was referring,to what his heart wished since the moment they got married,having another child.It wasn’t a secret for her,it wasn’t a secret for anyone,to see the way Aemond eye always lingered for too long on his wife belly,how he caressed it and the disappointment on his face to find it empty,imagining the future life that could come out of it.

Aemond had always been a family man,devoted to the woman that he loved and swore his life to,and to the beautiful children they had together.He didn’t had the best experience of family growing up,his parents barely looked in his direction or at each other,leaving him to be raised in empty rooms by even more empty people that gave him only the necessary.He didn’t wanted that for his children,he wanted them to feel safe and loved around him,always ready to find a shelter,a friend,a listener whenever they wished.

But now his children were growing,too fast for his liking.Rhaegal,his first son,his heir,soft and thoughtful like his mother,was now eighteen and ready to be wed to Lord Baratheon youngest daughter,making him spending half of his time in the Stormlands to court her.Aedion,his second son,now thirteen,calculating and mischievous,taking it after his paternal great grandfather,preferred to spend his free time with his cousin and with his dragon flying across Westeros.

Even his youngest daughter,Saera,who was only five,a beautiful princess that looked exactly like him,seemed to grown faster each day.Making him cherish every moment he had with her,from her first word,her first steps,answering to all her curiosities about the world that he’d always protect her from.

Then there’s was Visenya,his first daughter,the one girl he prayed and wished so much for,was now ten years old and a walking earthquake.The young princess was nothing like the Ladies of her age,nothing like her mother was.His daughter was short tempered,quick to anger and slave to acting before thinking.She preferred her hair short,no jewelry or pompous pastel dresses,but leather dark green pants and a sword.Instead of a Septa to take care of her and teaching her the good manners,Criston Cole was sworn to her,to teach her how to duel and how to work with armors on.

Y/n reached down with her hand,rubbing against his prominent bulge«Another girl?»she teased him with a smirk on her face.

Aemond shuddered,a spark running dow his body«I don’t care»he panted in her ear«As long as it’s you who’s giving it to me.»now sucking on the tender skin of her neck.

A loud knock on the door was what made them pull away.Needy lips running after each other,short breaths,and warm skins as they both got up from bed,adjusting themselves.

Criston Cole stood in the doorway,his white cape and shining armor making him look even more dutiful«I’m sorry to interrupt your morning my prince,my princess.»he stated looking at the couple.

«Has something happened?»Y/n was smothering down her nightgown,the one that till a moment before her husband wanted to rip off her.

Aemond was beside her,his hair messy thank to her,eye widened when he saw two of his children making their way into the room.

Aedion had become taller in years,but still he was shorter than his brother and his father were at his age.His white hair were a mess of silver strands,like someone had pulled them roughly,the angular features of his pale face morphed in a annoyed expression.Under his left eye a purple bruise bloomed on his skin with a little cut,sand all over his cheeks.

Visenya stood beside him,soaked from head to toe,was trying her best to not shiver but the sound of her teeth trembling was audible in all the room.Her shoulder length hair were wet,sticking on her neck and cheeks.The dark fabric of her clothes,clinging on her like a second skin while little droplets of water landed on the stone floor.Her hands were on her side,clenched fits,and on her right hand her knuckles were peeled,crusty blood on them.

«I heard the screams and i found them fighting on the beach.»Ser Criston explained.

Y/n looked at her husband,exchanging a knowing look with him«Why when something happens is always the two of you?»she said in a exasperated tone.

«He started it-»Visenya bursted out immediately,adverting on her the gaze of her parents.

«She attacked me!»Aedion defended himself,pointing his accusatory finger on his sister.

«Quiet,both of you!»Aemond yelled,tiredness in his voice.

Then he pulled Visenya in his arms,wrapping a blanket around her shaking figure a guiding her toward the fireplace.The little girl sighed in relief,enjoying the warmth of the flames and her father caressing her back to help her warm up.

Y/n took a deep breath,placing a hand on her son shoulder«Thank you,Ser Criston.We will take care of it.»she thanked him with a genuine smile.

The knight bowed his head and closed the door behind him,leaving the scene.When his mother turned to look at him,her face stoic and a strict gaze on her eyes,Aedion shivered on his feet.

«Care to tell me why you and your sister were fighting like animals,again?»she asked,anger very clear in the sound of her voice.

Y/n took her son face on her hands,examining the bruised skin and cleaning him from the sand.Aedion hissed in pain,closing his eyes and trying to turn away from his mother grasp«She punched me!She is the animal,look at the way she dress!»he cried out.

Visenya head shot up,angry purple eyes setting on her brother«You deserved it!It’s you who gave me a donkey!»she barked back.

«Because you are one!»Aedion told her,his face now free from his mother care but still hiding behind her body.

«Aedion!»Y/n yelled immediately at her son insult.

There was a ruffle sound,the blanket that was covering Visenya cold body was now on the floor,the little girl ready with another punch for her brother face.Fortunately,Aemond was ready to catch her by her waist,holding her up against his chest,before she could flung herself on Aedion scared figure.

«Enough!»Aemond roared,his daughter kicking and squirming in his arms ceased at the authority in his voice«Me and your mother are gonna deal with this separately,since the two of you can’t be civil enough to have a proper conversation.»he stated,breathing deeply through his nose.

Y/n nodded at him,knowing more than well that this was the only solution.Growing up,she had missed the special bond that Aedion and Visenya had.Once they were inseparable,it was impossible to see one without the other,playing together,laughing and caring for each other.

Now it was impossible to see them going along,always picking on one another,the continue teasing and stupids pranks.It was tiring,especially since both Y/n and Aemond wanted nothing more than a lovely family who have each other backs.

When his wife closed the door behind her,taking with her their son,Aemond turned his gaze to his daughter now sitting again on the carpet next to the fire.

Her little figure was curled up against the stone wall,one of her hand towards the flames to gather some warmth.Aemond could her the sound of her sniffing and see her lucid eyes,it broke his heart to see her like that.

«Want to tell about this donkey?»Aemond voice was calm now,softer.

«They both laughed at me,like i’m some sort of jester.»Visenya started,her little face softened,tears to the corner of her eyes.

Aemond chest ached at the sound of her broken and shaky voice«Visenya»he started calling her attention«You need to tell me what happened,otherwise i can’t help you.»he got closer to her,sitting next to her and caressing her cheek to wipe away the tears.

His daughter cleared her throat and nodded«Aedion and Jaehaerys said that here in Dragon Stone lived three wild dragons»she talked lowly«so they took me to get one,so i could be just like the rest of you.But instead they gave me a donkey.»she told him,little sobs leaving her mouth.

Aemond froze on his spot,his mind racing just like his pulse did.Suddenly it all came back to him,it was like living that stupid nightmare again but instead of a donkey his false dragon was a pig.His chest burned with anger,if he closed his eye he swore he could still hear his brother and nephews making fun of him.But what anger him the most was that no matter,no matter the fact that he got he revenge on them by claiming the biggest dragon in Westeros,that didn’t felt like a win now that his daughter had to experience his same pain.

He felt powerless,he had promised Y/n that he would protect his daughter from the moment she was born till his last breath on this earth,but he was unable to shelter her from his own past.

«Then I got angry»Visenya sniffed again«and i punched Aedion in the face.Jaehaerys had to throw me in the sea to stop me.»she explained,looking up to her father with sad eyes.

But it was different this time,his daughter was different,he was different.When it happened to him,his mother did what little she could,promising him that one day he would had a dragon.His father never talked about it,not even a pitiful glance on his way,not a single word of comfort to forget.Even though his mother tried,that weren’t the words that his younger self needed her to say to him,the ones that only him said to himself.

What he needed that day was someone to tell him:«If there is a dragon out there,go and claim it.»just like he did right now.

He couldn’t repair on what his parents did for him,but he could be the best version of himself for his daughter so that she could never experience this kind of pain again.

Visenya eyes widened«Can i?»she asked,like for a permission,her eyes now sparkling.

Aemond smiled at her«It is your birth right,as a Targaryen,to have one.If you are brave and bold enough go and claim one for yourself.»he stated,turning serious.

His daughter shivered,but this time not from the cold but for the examination that she felt running through her veins at her father next words«You are not a donkey,you are a dragon.So be a dragon.»

Y/n was sitting on a chair in her son room,from the other side of the table Aedion was looking down at his hands.The Maester had left just a moment ago,after cleaning a stitching up the little cut that he had under his eye.

The smell of medical alcohol still lingered the room«It was just a harmless joke»Aedion tried to defend himself.

His mother crossed her arms,the disappointment on her face hurted more than the punch he received in the morning«Visenya is your sister and you,better than anyone,should know how much this topic hurts her.»she stated with a stern voice.

Aedion sighed«It’s just»he started«she has to be in everything that i do all the time.»he explained.

«Aedion-»his mother began.

But the young boy interrupted her«It’s the truth!Whenever i’m practicing with the sword she is there.When i want to take a fly with Hyperion she asks me to come and father says i have to take her.This vacation on Dragon Stone was suppose to be my free time with Jaehaerys but she’s been following us since we first landed here!»he sounded tired,ready to cry and combust on himself.

Y/n face softened,a little smile on her face,as she stood up and walked to her son.Turning around the table,she took his face in her hands,carefully caressing his cheek with her thumb«She wants to be involved because she want to be like you.»she said with a tender voice«Ask her who’s her favorite dragon rider is,but don’t tell your father the answer.»she then chuckled making her son do the same.

Aedion looked surprised,a sparkle behind his lavander eyes«Really?Me?»he sounded surprised.

But when his mother nodded his chest warmed and his heart ached«I’m sorry for what i did.»he murmured.

Y/n smiled,she understood him.Being a older brother have its up and its down,and a nagging little sister wasn’t always the best thing to have around.But with the sincerity of his words and the sight of regret in his eyes,she knew everything would be better.

«You have to tell this to your sister.»she said,hugging him closer to her.

Night time came faster than a blink of an eye.The sky was dark and starless,looking empty and intimidating,the cold breeze of the ocean and the impetuous wind hollowed knocking at the winds to come in.The pale moonbeams lulled every living creature to sleep,expect for one.

Visenya lifted the warm covers from her body,jumping out of her bed,dressing quickly with a dark green cloak on her shoulders and a torch in her hands she flew out of the castle and making her way to the hills around it.

She had heard tales from the small folks who lived there,about three wild dragons that roamed the island at night.One who was know to steal the sheep from the shepherds,one shy and silent,barely seen,and another one,the biggest out of them,that eats his own kind.

The young princess shivered,the cold wind hitting her pale face as her legs walked faster in the dark cave.It was pitch black,humid and smelled like something died in there.The little flame of her torch flicked as more deep she got,tracing her hand on the rough stone walls,under he feet she could hear the cracking of something breaking with each step she was taking until the darkness swallowed her up.

In her head the comforting words of her father repeated themselves.She was a dragon,she was brave and she was bold,named after the strongest woman warrior that ever existed in Westeros,it was her birth right to claim that dragon.

But not only a simple dragon,her need to prove herself,to be better,made her want the biggest out of the three dragons:the Cannibal.

Visenya jumped surprised,squeezing her purple eyes and crunching down when she heard a little screeching sound.Pointing her torch to the ground a little smile appeared on her face,a dragon,no bigger than a cat,scales greens as a emerald,was lurking towards her.

She remembered seeing her brothers,the rest of her family raising little dragons and taking care of them since they came out of the shell.How she missed it,now looking at the small creature that she could have had since her birth,the pain of a sensation that she will never be able to feel.

«Nyke’m daor going naejot ōdrikagon ao.»her voice was calm as she spoke slowly,spelling out every word.

Her father had taught her the dragons language,along her brothers,when she was a child,narrating to them all the tales of ancient Valyria at its full glory.

Visenya was calm,even though her heart raced,and politely telling to the small dragon that she wasn’t there to hurt it.The little creature had other plans,seeing a stranger entering the cave,a snarl came out of it opening his wide mouth.

The young princess didn’t had the time to react,to jump back and to retire her hand before it was to late.The green dragon pointy and sharp teeth closed around her left hand,the sound of broken bones and the high pitch screams leaving her mouth echoed on the stone walls.

The pain went directly to her heart,her pulse quicker,hot tears running down her cheeks,as she tried to hit the small dragon with the torch.Before she could even lift her right arm,a loud roar shook the very foundation of Dragon Stone,the sound of heavy steps and animalistic snarls.

The Cannibal emerged from the shadows,black as coal with menacing green eyes,he was the largest and the oldest of the three wild dragons.

Visenya stood still with her knees on the dirty floor,her left hand tucked to her chest trembling.Blood was everywhere,on her white camisole,her pants,her cloak,under her chin and especially on left arm.She couldn’t feel her fingers,nothing aside the sharp pain the was running up her hand and all over her small body.

The wild dragon in front of her opened his mouth and without wasting his time,with just one bite,he ate the smaller green one.The sound of chewing,the smell of blood and death,and the vision didn’t made her flinch.

Instead,hissing in pain,she tore a piece of her green cloak to wrap it on her hand to prevent more bleeding.Then she rose on her feet,not even this would had stopped her to have that dragon.

Visenya walked slowly,the Cannibal eyes were scrutinized her,looking at every move the young princess was making in her way towards him.

Lifting her right hand up,almost near him,Visenya felt a strange pull in her chest,something warm,like a hook in her ribs that was dragging her to the creature.

The dragon opened his mouth,a glowing color sparkled in the back of his throat with a ferocious rumble.

«Dohaeris.»she stated with authority in her voice,every trace of fear leaving her body«Dohaeris,Cannibal.»she repeated.

Listening to her,with a low sound,the creature closed his mouth,obeying her just like Visenya requested.Something,a primal devotion that was in him before his birth,finally awoke.

«Lykiri.»Visenya said again,an invisible string was tying itself up around them,keeping them close to each other,calm like she asked him,when her hand finally touched the warm scales on his head and he let her.

Because now,the Cannibal was not a wild dragon and Visenya wasn’t a donkey.They belonged to each other,a dragon and his rider.

It was the sound of something hard landing and breaking the ground outside their window,a low screeching sound that made the glass tremble,that woke them up.

Aemond and Y/n were sleeping peacefully in each other arms,right under the warm covers when a servant girl came rushing into their chambers stating that something had happened to the princess.

In the grand Hall,Y/n was crunched down,still in her nightgown,tears in the corner of her eyes and a worried expression on her face«She’s gonna be fine,right?»she asked with trembling voice for the tenth time.

The Grand Maester,an old man,was sitting at the table in the center of the room,Viseny was right in front of him.Her left hand was in a horrible state,covered in blood,the flesh torn apart and one of her fingers almost detached.

«Her hand gonna heal,princess.»the Maester reassured her«But i can’t save this one finger.»he said pointing at the ring finger.

Aemond felt his mouth become dry,his pulse was quick in his ear while watching the way his wife cried out at the horrible news holding her daughter desperately.

Again it felt like living again that moment of his childhood,remembering how his mother was crashed for what happened to his eye and now seeing his wife going through the same pain.

Visenya hissed in pain as the Maester was stitching the cuts on her hand,but a little smile was present on her face«Do not worry mother.I may have lost a finger,but i gained a dragon.»she stated proud of herself.

Aemond let out a choked chuckle«A fair exchange.»he whispered to his daughter,caressing her head.

Y/n head shot up to her husband,the anger in her eyes made him shiver«Our daughter could have died!And you say it was a fair exchange ?»she screamed at him.

Aemond breathed through his nose,as a father he almost had a heart attack when he saw his daughter bloody hand.But his younger self was screaming how proud he was of her,seeing coming down the sky with her dragon.

«I’m aware of what could have happened.»he remained her«But it didn’t,that dragon was destined to belong to her.From now on he will protect her.»he said.

Visenya passed her eyes from her father to her mother«I’m fine and i finally have all that i ever wanted.I’m sorry if i made you worry.»she excused herself.

Y/n sighed deeply,knowing that no matter what,her husband and daughter were more similar to each other than anything else.It would been impossible to make them change their mind on this topic.

«But you have to promise me that you will ride that thing only when you will have a saddle and in your father presence,deal?»she said,a small smile that mirrored his daughter one.

«Deal!»Visenya answered enthusiastically.

Aemond smiled,making his way towards his wife a wrapping his arms around her.A quick kiss on her forehead as he realized that even Visenya now had grown,from the little tremendous girl to a soon magnificent dragon rider.And he couldn’t wait to be there for her in every step,helping her and teaching to her like he did with his sons.

«After this,i definitely want another one.»

[achieve-the-sun]

Idk if you’re still taking twst requests, but if you are…

Have you ever drawn Leona in your style? 🥺

Your work is so soft and nostalgic and reminds me of children’s book illustrations. It’s such a unique and really beautiful art style and I just love looking at it! Makes me feel like these are characters in a storybook, which is really fun since pretty much all of the characters og tales - what even Disney based their movies on - come from stories. The only odd one out is Ignihyde of course, since Hades is based on Greek mythology.

But yeah… I just really love your art. So if requests aren’t open, just take this as an ask that is complimenting you! 😊💜

First of all!! Thank you so much @the-ace-reader !!! 😭😭😭💜

You have no idea how important this is to me and how happy it makes me!!

Now more than a few are telling me that my art has a nostalgic vibe and you're also telling me they feel from an actual storybook than just fanarts? Wow, that hits a spot.

So really, thank you for your sweet words, they're really precious to me 💕

And! I realised i never actually drew Leona before! So here's a little sketch, hope you like it!!

Have a wonderful day, too☀️

[e-dubbc11]

this is for the sleepover summer song:

idk if the song fits but this does remind me of summer 🥺

Hello my sweet friend! Thank you for this ask. This song is SO fun! Oh, I didn’t know who you had in mind for this but I went with Tattoo Artist and Dad! Billy. I hope you like it and thank you again for participating in my summer sleepover♥️

Happy

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader & Family

Warnings: None. Pure fluff

Word Count: 1.3K-ish

Summary: Little Raven and Dylan love to have dance parties every day after coming home from daycare.

A/N: Part of The Sweetest Pain Series. I’ll link the rest of the series HERE

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Working a full time job and trying to take care of two kids was exhausting even though you had plenty of help. It was a little easier when Anna was in school all day so you only had to pay for Dylan to go to daycare but now that she was out of school for the summer months, they were both going and it was just go, go, go from the time you got up until you went to bed.

They didn’t go every day though; Maria watched them one day a week and your mother also took them one day a week. The relationship between the two of you became a little better after you had kids. It still wasn’t the best but it was a start and both Anna and Dylan loved their grammy.

It was a little bit of a further commute to work every day but you and Billy finally bought a house not too long after Dylan was born.

Maria had mentioned there was one for sale a couple of streets over when you went into labor on Halloween with Dylan so she was thrilled when your offer was accepted and you all were now living close by.

Anna Raven, now 6 years old, was growing her own little personality. You could hold conversations with her and she had plenty of opinions of her own.

Baby boy Dylan was two years old, constantly following his big sister around, and just a very happy child; both of your children were. Their smiles matched their father’s but their laugh was all yours.

After your work day was over, you would pick both kids up from wherever they were for the day and head for home. They both loved music, loved to dance, and sing along so Little Raven had gotten into the habit of having, what she called, “dance parties.”

It was just something fun for the three of you to do for a little while before you started to cook dinner. Billy usually missed them because he was working but Anna would always fill him in on what songs you danced to that day.

It was such a beautiful and warm day that you suggested to Anna and Dylan that you have your dance party outside today. Your perfect little backyard was somewhat hidden from the neighbors with a high fence and flowering shrubs.

Holding your phone and Bluetooth speaker, you looked at the kids and asked them, “What do you guys wanna listen to today?”

Their cheeks were still flushed from running around at daycare all day long but also very excited to be home. They looked forward to their dance parties every day.

In her polka dot dress, Anna clapped her hands together and replied, “Happeeeeeee!!! I wanna listen to Happy, Mommy!”

You turned to Dylan.

“What about you, baby boy? What do you wanna listen to? You wanna listen to Happy too?” You asked.

“Happy, Mommy!” Replied Dylan.

And a dance party wouldn’t be complete without props, so you brought out the toy guitars, tambourines, hats, and sunglasses.

Dylan’s guitar was almost as big as he was while you preferred the tambourine so you could do your best Stevie Nicks impersonation. And Little Raven loved wearing sunglasses and big hats while singing into your hairbrush.

“Happy it is then! Ok, you guys ready?” You asked them, excitedly.

Dylan gave you the thumbs up which was his new way of saying “yes,” and Anna said, “Hit it, Mommy!”

No record deal, no dream fulfilled,

No three minute video

No catchy jingle,

No big hit single playing on the radio

Watching your children dance and sing in the backyard made your heart soar. They loved it and you did too. You only wished Billy were here to see it.

Can make me happy

Can make me feel the way you do

You make me happy

I wanna make You happy too

You make me happy

You make me happy

What you didn’t know is Billy had come home from the studio earlier than he usually did and the music was so loud, none of you heard him call out to you. He walked through the house calling out for anyone that would answer and that’s when he heard the music coming from the backyard.

You were having such a good time, that you didn’t notice Billy was watching from the back door. A wide smile played across his lips while his family put on an outdoor concert.

No flashy cars, no movie stars,

No man, woman, boy or girl

No fancy things, no diamond rings,

Nothing in the whole wide world

“Sing, Mommy!” Little Raven exclaimed.

Can make me happy

Can make me feel the way You do

You make me happy

I want to make You happy too

You make me happy

You make me feel the way I do

You make me happy

I wish the whole world knew You too

The late afternoon sun warmed the high points of your face as you took Anna’s hand to spin her in a circle. Dylan clumsily strummed the strings on his toy guitar and danced as you continued to sing to both of them while Billy chuckled from the doorway.

Little Raven was the first to notice her dad.

“Hi Daddy!!! Sing to Daddy, Mommy!” She said.

“Oh Daddy doesn’t wanna here me sing, baby girl.” You said.

Billy flashed his million-dollar smile at you.

“Sure I do, sweet girl.” He said with a wink, walking out into the backyard.

No I cannot count the ways

You have made my life so blessed

All I know is that You came

And made beauty of my mess

Said I cannot count the ways

You have made my life so blessed

All I know is that You came

And made beauty of my mess

Those words to the song were a perfect description of how you felt about Billy and your children. It is fitting that the kids picked that song on the day that their father came home early and watched their backyard dance party.

You make me happy

I want to make You happy too

You make me happy

You make me feel the way I do

You make me happy

I wish the whole world knew You too

He pulled you in close to him while the kids danced around you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, he asked, “I make you happy, baby?”

Raking your nails against his scalp, you bit back a smile and wrinkled your nose. “You make me very happy, my love. Plus, look at how happy you made these guys by coming home early. Now you can participate in the dance party too!” You said and gently pressed your lips to his.

“Oh no…you know I don’t dance, sweet girl.” Said Billy, shaking his head.

Looking down at Anna Raven, you pointed and said, “Look at that face, tell me you’re NOT gonna dance with your little miss?”

Anna then climbed on top of Billy’s feet and grabbed his hands. She looked up him with her big dark chocolate colored eyes, pouted a little and begged, “Pleeeeeeease, Daddy.”

Billy shook his head, pointed his finger at her and said, “You learned that look from your mother.”

He started moving his feet so it looked like Little Raven was dancing as you picked up Dylan, held him against your chest and started dancing with him.

“I’m dancing with Daddy, Mommy!” Exclaimed Anna.

When Billy saw how happy it made Little Raven to be able to dance with her dad, all of the embarrassment went away and he was all smiles.

“I’ll try and make it home in time for more of these, baby.” Said Billy.

With Anna on top of his feet, he moved closer to you, and met your gaze with his own. Billy paused to smile at you again before he kissed you. Being this close to him, you could smell the green soap on his clothes and taste the peppermint gum on his lips.

You loved him so much.

Looking down at Anna and then over at Dylan, you smiled and replied, “We’d love that.”

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[kuruka1559s]

Today I’ll watch the entire OMORI Gameplay.

So… have some incorrect quotes of my guys.

Some silly Smile quotes.

“If someone punches you, attack him with a chair.

They won’t escape from a chair.”

“If you fucking dare to touch my boobs I’ll rip your lungs off.”

“I will sleep and you won’t stop me.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?!”

Some not silly Smile quotes.

“… promises aren’t made to be broken. Stop being stupid. Promises are meant to be kept, and not break them.”

“NOW I’M THE PROBLEM?! YOU FUCKING TRY TO RAISE TWO CHILDREN WHILE BEING JUDGED EVERY DAY! NOW I’M VIOLENT?! WE BLEED EVERY FUCKING MONTH FROM OUR VAGINA! WE CAN’T SHOW MUCH SKIN BECAUSE MEN CAN’T CONTROl THEMSELVES! WE CAN’T BE TOO SKINNY OR WE’RE SLUTS! WE CAN’T BE TOO FAT OR WE’LL BE JUDGED EVERY DAY! WE AREN’T THAT FREE AS YOU THINK, AND WE’LL NEVER BE!”

“Sometimes I wonder how everything would be if I was never born, you know?”

“He’ll never love me. No one ever did.”

“GIVE ME MY BROTHER BACK!”

Some silly Galaxy quotes

Golden: “Violence is never the answer!”

Galaxy: “it’s the solution.”

“NOW LOOK AT HOW CUTE MY LOVER IS! HE’S THE CUTEST! EVEN CUTER THAN THE PUPPIES!”

*sees a dog*

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT’S SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

🥺💕💞💕💓💕💓💞💕💓💕💞💝

Some quotes of Galaxy being affectionate towards her lover.

“I love the stars, you know? They’re beautiful… just like you, Golden!”

“If I had to choose between having the world and Golden, I would choose golden! He’s my world!”

“AWWWWWWWW LOOK AT THAT CUTE PUPPY! HE LOOKS LIKE YOU! THAT MEANS THAT HE’S CUTE LIKE YOU!”

(Golden light belongs to @lifelyne !)

Some silly Ori quotes. (In English)

“I don’t think I’m mentally sane.”

“HA! Loser.”

“if I had to choose between you and the world, I’ll choose the world. It’s way better than a stupid brat.”

Some not silly Ori quotes.

“My personal doll… such a wonderful gift..!”

“The sweet, screams of pain.. such wonderful things…”

“I love seeing people in the loop of failure… it’s so much entertainment…”

Some silly Blaze quotes

“OH MY! ORI? ORI! OH MY GOD I SO GOOD TO SEE YOU SWEETCHEEKS!”

“I know I’m gorgeous, there’s no need to remind me~”

“So what? It’s not like I’ll be the problem anyways.” (When he’s always the problem.)

Some not silly Blaze quotes.

“Are you ready to be the main course of my dinner darling?”

“I may have killed your brother, so what? I gave him eternal peace from such an idiot.”

“Life is like a stage, where we are the protagonists of a wonderful show!~”

If you have questions about the quotes, ask away.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Eddie Gluskin celebrating his s/o's birthday, please? 🥺💕

Thank you for the request anon. I hope you like it despite it being a bit short. Have fun reading :)

Happy Birthday Darling

warning : fluff, kissing

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Mount Massive Asylum had many residents. Many old, young and just plain crazy. But among them were two residents of the asylum who were celebrating a very special day today. Eddie Gluskin would be celebrating his darling's birthday. She was his everything. He would have given anything for her. He loved indispensably not only because she would give him children. She didn't leave him like the rest, she was beautiful and graceful and he just wanted to give her that love back today. He had been awake since the early hours of the morning, or so he thought. He saw her still sleeping peacefully in the large marital bed he had specially set up in their shared room. Her eyes closed, her hair slightly dishevelled, her breathing calm and yet steady. ,,This day is going to be wonderful," he murmured and gave her a gentle kiss on the head. He watched as his wife sighed and turned away, pulling the blanket around her. Not knowing what was in store for her.....

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The smell of coffee and sweetness hung in the air as she slowly came to and woke up. Normally there was a musty smell next to the old, wood and stone, but this time it was different. It was sweetly attractive.

With a yawn she stretched slightly before opening her eyes and blinking several times before taking in her familiar surroundings. ,,Good morning my dear," she heard his familiar voice and looked beside her. Eddie stood in his usual suit taking her bed.

In his arms he had an old tray loaded with plates. ,,I thought breakfast in bed would be a good start," he said with a smile before he waited for her to lean against the headboard and tuck the pillow into her back for comfort.

Before he set the tray on her lap and sat down beside her on the bed. Her hand had just closed around the fork and knife when she heard the giggle. ,,No-no-no darling, today is your special day," he crooned before leaning over and giving her a soft kiss.

Before he took the cutlery from her and cut the pancake. Her smile only widened when she saw the piece of cake with the burning candle next to the warm fresh pancakes and fruit. ,,This is really good," she sighed as she took the first bite of the pancake and saw how happy Eddie was.

His smile widened and she wanted to offer him a piece too, but he refused at first. ,,But it's my birthday, you have to," she said and took the cutlery from him again before cutting another piece of pancake and holding it out to him.

She heard him sigh as she offered him another piece. ,,I'd make a lousy husband if I didn't bake and cook," he said and she put her hand on his cheek. He leaned into her hand before kissing her fingers one by one. A gesture he loved, he loved kissing her, holding her, knowing she was there.

That his love was in this place of despair. While she took some of the sweet fruit she didn't even want to know where it came from. But when she asked, he only said, ,,Cultivated from our love". Before she saw him get up from the bed and take something out of a cupboard. ,,What's this?" she asked, setting the now empty tray aside to make more room.

She thought she saw a small blush on his cheek as he held out a small box. ,,Happy birthday my dear" he said and she opened the blood red bow first before lifting the small lid. A small silver chain in the shape of a small rose was revealed. ,,Oh Eddie...just like back then" she said touched and felt her heart beat faster.

He came closer to her again before he took the necklace in his hands and put it around her neck before he took her hands in his. ,,As when I found you in the rose bed. You gave me a rose and since then our love was sealed" he said lovingly before kissing her hands again and pulling her closer. ,,Thank you Eddie...this is the best birthday I've ever had" she murmured and pulled him closer before kissing him again. Before she felt him slowly push her down onto the bed, knowing that her birthday would go on for a long time.

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[the-marshals-wife]

Alright, I am in love with Wrecker having kids of his own. 🥺 he'd be such a sweet dad and I can't wait to see the rest of the batch as fathers! I was wondering though, would you ever do this for the 501st or any other clones? Cause I'd be here for it for sure 🥺💕💖 Especially if you did Hardcase becoming a dad, that goof ball would be adorable ahhh! Anyways, I can't wait to read the rest of the batch!! 😭💖💕💞💖💕💞

A/N: Oh my goodness yes, time for some Hardcase representation! I think there'd be a lot of similarities between Wrecker's and Hardcase's parenting styles. Thank you for your continued support of my writing and blog! 💙

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include

Description: Hardcase x Fem!Reader. As with my other clone headcanons/preferences, it's a Y/N insert story with the number of children I envision reader and Hardcase having.

Rating: General audiences (with a spicy reference if you squint), AU fluffiness where Umbara turns out different and this sweetheart gets the life he deserves 😌| Gif credit: user rexsjaigeyes

There is never a dull moment with Hardcase

If you thought parenthood was going to slow him down in any way, no you didn't

Becoming a father only amplified his playful, witty personality, something you didn't think was scientifically possible

When you told him you were pregnant, he all but bounced off the walls

Hardcase was "so kriffin' excited" to become a dad

He said exactly that to every person that crossed his path for weeks on end, especially his brothers

"How did I get so lucky? I can't believe it."

("Me either. Y/N actually thinks the galaxy can survive a smaller, louder version of you" - Fives, probably)

You were admittedly a bit nervous about becoming a parent, but as always, Hardcase had no fear

He tackled the learning curve head on, and it brought you so much joy and confidence to see his paternal instincts kick in as you both prepared for the arrival of your little one

Suddenly, he was aware of every hazard he'd never paid attention to himself, and in just a few hours, he completely baby-proofed every inch of your apartment

He even kept track of the days in your pregnancy, counting down to your expected due date

He loves (to attempt) cooking for you

Is he great at it? No. Did he burn everything at first and almost set your kitchen on fire three times? Definitely. Did he get better with practice and learn to make your favorite foods just the way you like them? Absolutely

Lots of cuddles watching holos together

Whenever he had to leave for the day, he would always kiss you first and then your growing belly

"Can't leave without telling our baby goodbye."

You adore how much he says that - our baby - and how much he's already devoted to being a dad

On your difficult pregnancy days, he would always be by your side to talk to you and tell you jokes until you were smiling again

Love At First Sight

From the moment your daughter was born, he was wrapped around her little finger

"She's so beautiful. Look what we made. No growth chamber or anything."

You jokingly reminded him that that was technically your role

"Oh...right. Of course. Great job! Not a single crack in the jar. Better than Kamino!"

In the weeks after your daughter was born, it was a battle to get Hardcase to put her down, literally

"Where I go, she goes."

Many naptimes were spent on her daddy's chest because he simply didn't want to let her out of his sight

(Sorry to report that diapers are you division, though. You just can't put your poor darlings through that again...)

Seeing him dote on your little girl so much only made you fall in love with him more; you were proud to call him the father of your children

Oh yes, children. You weren't done adding to the ranks of your little battalion, and neither was your cyare

A year and a half later, you gave birth to not one, but two sons

More than a few tears were shed as Hardcase held the twins in his arms

You better believe he was telling everyone about it too, calling many of his brothers to share the news before you even left the hospital

("We're doomed" - Fives again, probably)

How do you do, fellow kids?

Hardcase is a child himself at heart, which means he is your children's first and favorite best friend

Whatever they're interested in, you can bet he's into it too

He watches more children's holos with them than you do, and you're the one who stays home

Seriously, he knows all the words to the theme songs, the lore for each show, and the powers and skills of every character - it's a big thing that he and the kids bond over

Boredom is not a word in your house

Whatever your children ask for, Hardcase ensures they get (within reason)

He's likely getting something for himself too, especially if it's sweets

They want to build model starships? He's first in line at the market in the morning to get the kits

Your daughter wants to play dolls? You better believe her daddy is on that floor doing the right voices and following the story lines (and maybe causing the occasional pretend explosion or starship crash because he lives for the Drama™)

They all want to turn the livingroom into a battlefield to fight imaginary droids? Guess who their commander is

"Why not promote myself? I earned it!"- Hardcase when you teasingly pointed out his new rank

You enjoy getting in on the fun too and being the Zillo Beast attacking the barracks or the queen taken hostage that the dashing commander and his squad have to rescue from a den of bounty hunters

I cannot stress this enough: ANTICS

Pillow fights and roughhousing? HE probably started it

He's taking the fall for it too, because he'd rather face a firing squad than see any of his little troopers in trouble

In the everyday domestic disputes, discipline obviously begins and ends with you

You had to convince him that timeouts were not equivalent to capital punishment

Even then, you have to stop him from letting the kids out early

Bed times? What are those?

Speaking of bed, you had to invest in a bigger one because your beloved couldn't bear sending any of the kids away when they wanted to sleep with mom and dad

Seriously, he cannot say no to his babies

No night is complete with out tickle fights, either

Despite often having a foot in your ribs (which doesn't always belong to a child), you actually love sleeping with your family near and wouldn't have it any other way

Exception: the kids get sent to their own beds immediately when mommy wants a tickle fight with daddy. Commander's orders.

It's not only fun and games

With a little coaching from you, Hardcase was able to find balance between work and play, especially as the kids entered adolescence

It's not his strong suit, but he genuinely tries to help them with their academy studies (eventually they learn to go to you first; dad is for times of desperation only)

He is, however, at the ready any time they need a good joke or exciting story to brighten their day and banish their stress

Family holo night is mandatory

There's usually bickering over what to watch - i.e. your partner and offspring are disputing which loud, brightly-colored animated holo to put on - but diplomacy resumes as soon you bring the snacks out

Sometimes you just can't help but laugh and watch the chaos

All of your children certainly inherited their father's bold enthusiasm for life and passionate courage

When your daughter began to experience bullying at academy for standing up for a friend, Hardcase wasted no time expressing how proud he was of her for doing what's right

He was equally supportive of the boys when they later showed interest in weapons training and possible careers in the military

Just as when they were younger, he is always there for them to make them smile and feel secure and loved

There's no limit to what Hardcase will do for his family, and you wouldn't trade one day of your beautiful, whirlwind life with him for anything in the galaxy

[inspiredwriter]

Mayhem Leo and Mayhem Mikey :*sale de la escuela*

Mayhem Leo : bueno Mikey qué quieres hacer ya que Rafa y Donnie llevan a April y Candy a sus casas 😃😏💕💗

Mayhem Mikey : No lo sé pero tanto pensar me está dando hambre de pizza 😟😋🍕*mira de lejos a Stefany y Anastasia* mira Leo ahí están nuestras chicas y parece que Stefany están vendiendo algo 😃😏💞💖💝

Mayhem Leo : Stefany está aquí pues hay quedarnos prisa 😃😍🏃‍♂️💕💘💗*sale corriendo*

Mayhem Mikey : Leo espérame hermano 😀😄*persigue atrás de Leo* (pensamientos💭) concha creo que el amor de Leo le subió muy rápido en su corazón y serebro 😏😆💘🧠💖💕💝❣️

Mayhem Leo :*se acerca a Stefany* hola Stefany mi linda gatita 🥰😘👋💞💗💓

Mayhem Stefany : hola mi linda tortuguita viniste a saludarle de mi trabajo 😃😊💘💝💖❣️*besa a Leo en la mejilla* Muah~😚

Mayhem Mikey :*se acerca a los chicos* hola Stefany la amiga gatita 😀🐈👋*mira a Anastasia* Hola Anastasia mi bella preciosa princesa y mi súper Fan 😏😉💓❣️💕

Mayhem Anastasia : hola amado príncipe 🥰😍👋💞💝💕*pone el pastel en la mesa* le gustaría un delicioso pastel😀😊🎂✨ necesitamos dinero para ayuda a la comunidad mutante 😃😁

Mayhem Leo :*mirá los postre*están vendiendo postres para claudar dinero 🙂☺️🍰🧁💵

Mayhem Stefany : Si, tortuguita estamos vendiendo postre para aclaudar más dinero para ayudará a los niños mutantes que son huérfanos😟🥺👦👧* mueve su cola*es para construllan un orfanato para que alguien los cuide y los adopte a una familiar 😃😊🏫👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Mayhem Anastasia : Si, algunos niños mutantes no pueden sobrevivir a las calles😕😔 necesitas un refugio agua y alimentos y alguien que los cuide😀😉👧👦🥤🍲

Mayhem Mikey : vaya, son muy buenas ayudando a otros mutantes como nosotros 😏😁

Mayhem Stefany :*muestra la vandeja de postre a los chicos* chicos les gustaría probar nuestros postres 😊😉🧁🍩🩷💕💗Anastasia y yo las hicimos juntas ☺️😁💖💞✨

@inspiredwriter

Mayhem Leo and Mikey: *Take money out of wallets and put it on the counter*

Mayhem Leo: I need one strawberry cake with whipped cream😄🥰💵🍰🍓💗💞

Mayhem Mikey: And a box of muffins with boiled condensed milk for me😃😁💵🧁💖💕

Mayhem Anastasia: *Places the cake and cupcakes on the counter* Oh my god, you boys shouldn't have paid us so much😯🫢💵

Mayhem Mikey: *Takes Anastasia's hand* No, no, no, since Leo and I are heroes, we must set a good example for the youth🥰😏💘💗💓💕 *Kisses Anastasia on the hand* Muah~😚💓🩷💞

Mayhem Leo: *Hugs Stefany's shoulders* Yeah, girls, in addition, your baked goods are just delicious and couldn't cost less😍🥰🍰🍨🧁🥧💖❣️💗💞

Mayhem Stefany: *Blushes* Aah, boys, you are so adorable that you deserve a sweet sugar bonus😍🤭💘💖💕 *Caresses Leo on the cheek*

Mayhem Leo and Mikey: Wow, what is this bonus, beautys?😍😏💗💝❣️💕

Mayhem Anastasia: Of course it is, hunnys😘🤗💓💖💝💞 *Kisses Mikey on the lips* Mmmmuah~😚💋❣️💘🩷💕

Mayhem Stefany: It's like award for the fact that you two have kind hearts🥰🤗❤💘💖💞 *Kisses Leo on the lips* Mmmuah~😚💋💝💓💕 Mutant children will thank you for this😌😄👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💘💕

Mayhem Mikey: (Thoughts) Oh, I don’t regret that I worked part-time for a long time🥴😍💖💗💞 *Hugs Anastasia’s hips*

Mayhem Leo: (Thoughts) Shell, when Stefany kisses me, I just have a brutal desire to caress her😍😈💘💓❣️💕 *Caresses Stefany's breasts* I used to be embarrassed, but now I just love this feeling~😳🥰💖🩷💝💞

Mayhem Stefany: *Strokes Leo's nose and whispers* Haha, little turtle, please don't caress me in front of the guys, in case they notice it🤭🤫💓💕

Gangsters: *Burst into the room* Everyone get down on the floor, this is a robbery!😡🤬💰💵

@swagreecrow

[linklethehistorian]

salutations mr linkle the hyrule historian tumblr can u direct me 2 the last anon that said ur wrong bc i think they're great n I wanna give them a kiss on the lips!!!! anyway was it not u that said the OFFICIAL!!!!!!! 15 translation was wrong n bad so i dont think the opinions of anyone who considers rimbaud a doormat n wrote the abomination that is cherish are valid

anyway anon if ur reading this ilove u pooks u me n bitch tree anon n bully anon should b poly or smth we'd make beautiful children

Hmmmmmmmmmm, well I don’t remember anybody saying I was wrong, honey. 🤔 Last anon just asked me a question about if I’d ever considered something, and I answered! 😊

Anyway I’d love love love love to help you two hook up bc that’s so sweet and I want to meet your future children so much! 🥺💕💕💕 I could be a part of a real life love story! 🥺💖💖💖💕💕💕💕💕 So cute!!! I don’t think Bully anon or Bitch Tree anon would be into it unfortunately at first, since they send me little hearts and cutesie things these days…. I’m sorry about that. 😔 Oh well! I’m sure when they hear your dedication to reach out to me they’ll still want to give you kissies somehow ‘cause they’re so dedicated to me too, just in a very loving way.

And yee! I did say the ‘official’ translation was bad! Thank you so much for remembering my words and sticking around my blog so long. 🥺💕 Anyway yeah, that unfortunately happens sometimes, and by sometimes, I mean a lot, ‘cause a) there are people out there who unironically think it’s okay to take creative liberties in translating because it’s their right as someone taking the time to do it (can’t be assed rn but if you search around this site enough, you’ll find an entire thread of translators talking about this), b), there are people who write for a lot of series they’re not into and therefore aren’t aware of all the context of previous novels, c) there are people who just slip up and make mistakes! Happens all the time unfortunately and most people don’t understand that if you misunderstand or change one thing it can change everything, and d) people who are tasked with translating 99% of the time never even talk to the people team of people who actually published the original, much less are in contact with the author themself! Mistranslations and drastic creative liberties happen a lot for example in the fandom I came from (The Legend of Zelda), which you can see a bit here! And if you still don’t believe me, you can go ask Dear old Author Neil Gaiman, who has even had some of the characters in his books turned from lovers to sisters and everything, a lot of the time completely without his knowledge until fans point it out to him! If you scroll his blog, I’m sure you’ll find those posts for yourself, assuming he doesn’t see an ask from you on if it happens. ‘Tis a sad thing, but Asagiri-sensei likely doesn’t even know when a mistranslation happens, much less do these people sit down and ask him things directly before doing their thing. He certainly doesn’t have involvement overseeing the process; that’s an unreasonable thing to ask of someone when it involves other languages they may or may not even be fluent in. And all the proof we need that it’s wrong is that the JP novel and the Stage Play (both things that Asagiri was directly, heavily involved in and/or directly penned the words of/material of the script for himself) both contradict it. If you’d like to take on that claim, since you’re implying I’m wrong, have at it! The burden of proof is on you, so, I look forward to seeing you send me the individual JP source lines of the Eng translations you want to take a crack at defending and a long wall of educational text explaining why each part of the English translation got it 1,000% right, directly in my in-box. If not, have a good day ‘cause I’m sorry, but I got limited time and other things to do right now, baby. 💕 I’ll eventually get to it myself some day, but right now I have other articles to finish first, art to make, and a fic to keep posting.

Speaking of which…OMG YOU READ CHERISH? 🥺💕💕💕💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💖💖😊💖💕🥺💕🥺💕💖💕💕🥺💕💖💕💕💕 That’s so sweet OMG OMG OMG! I’m glad you enjoy my beautiful ‘abomination’ enough to read and keep up with it! Don’t worry sweetie, the next chapter is on its way!

See this is why I love love love love love love love my ‘haters’ so fucking much, I adore y’all, I’d kill for y’all, OMG. You give me so much dedication and time, I know how much y’all adore me and I adore you right back! My beloved super fans. 💕💕💕💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺 Every ask I get and vague post I read makes my heart flutter, frfr, I’ve actually got an album I keep of screenshots of y’all’s posts to give me the motivation to keep doing what I do whenever I’m down. 🥺💖💖💕💕 This one goes in the collection for sure ahhhh 💖💖💕💕💕 I’m so important to people OMG IT’S SO CUTE AND SWEET

TAKE CARE OUT THERE ANON! PLS SEND ME MORE MESSAGES I LOVE THEM. I WAIT WITH BATED BREATH 💖💖💕💕💖💕💕💕💖💖

GOOD LUCK ON YOUR DATE!!! PLEASE MAKE BABIES WHO ARE ALSO OBSESSED WITH ME, I CAN’T WAIT 💕💕💕💖💖

[chaninfused]

furat i dont think you have like the slightest idea how i felt when i saw that you posted a new story. didnt felt this great feeling here in tumblr in a loong time 🥺🥺

not my first time sending feedback but i dont know if you remember me because the last time i did not put an emoji in my name nor i showed my username because im very shy 😅 but im a truly huge fan of your writing 🥹 like for the last three/four years ive read All your stories. and from the bottom of my heart, i truly love them all 🥲🩷 i think you have a creativity and way of words out of this planet, amazes me how gracious and beautiful your stories are… seriously i was so so excited when i saw this huge ass 60k fic for me to enjoy… it felt like the best gift 🥰🥺

fr vivid is AMAZING. i could say is your best fic so far but i think that everytime you release something… sit (which i still think about the last part until this day) and danse macabre are so precious to me that they feel like my own children… 🤕 i cherish them very much but this one physically hitted me. i was cold sweating reading the fight scenes… urghh you are the stories master and im very thankful for that 🙌 and lee minho god bless him everyday of his life 😭😭😭🙏 im reminded again that im crazy over this man. like seriously to this day i still did not recovered from danse macabre minho like damnn 🫣 and that short fic of seungmin makes me go Feral Of Cuteness

wanst my intention to got this far but i really wanted to say those things to you… furat youre the best at what you do 🫶 and idk just dropping the idea but you totally should continue your Dad Minho sequel thing.. i would love to see something for this universe! 👀😆

thank you for your great job and i hope you a lovely day, week and month 🤗🩷🫂

anonnie I don’t think you have the slightest idea how I felt reading this ask 🥹 it’s actually the sweetest thing ever, truly, thank you so much! ♥️♥️

it shocks and amazes me every time I hear that someone has been reading my writing for so long like how?! my silly little blog?? I’m just so eternally grateful 😭😭💕 and your feedback is so sweet and generous, thank you, really !!

I say this all the time but I’m really happy to know that you enjoyed vivid !! I enjoyed writing it myself and it’s honestly my dearest work at the moment (I feel like I sacrificed part of my soul in those 62k words 🥲) so it truly means so much to know that others have enjoyed it 🤧

also PLEASE I never noticed it but now that you point it out — in all of my minho fics he did become a father in the sequel 🧍🏻‍♀️ what a funny little coincidence HAHAHAH (jokes aside; I did have an idea for a short sequel for vivid but I did not intend to make them parents yet 😔 in my mind, I think they would have a child a little bit later in life because you know…mc’s trauma and all 😭 but who knows! the general idea I had for the sequel was their journey of healing so 👀 (but that is also totally dependent on whether or not I actually want to write a sequel😭))

anyway, anon you truly made my day with your lovely feedback !! you honestly flatter me, I don’t deserve all this praise 🥹🥹 thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you too are having a wonderful day, week, and month !! 🫂♥️♥️♥️♥️

[ohlovxr]

More Matt Murdock breeding kink thots 🥰 you wanting a baby with him, one reason being the hope that it will get Matt to be safer and not take so many risks when DD, but generally just being in love with being the mother of his children, after wild fucking and getting out in a mating press all night you get emotional just thinking about the fact you could possibly have conceived… later finding out it took and Matt choking up when he hears that quick heartbeat for the first time 🥺and after the first trimester when you start showing and getting horny again and just lamenting that he can’t see you carrying his baby, see how good he filled her up, but Matt comes back with “I know love but I feel it, I feel how heavy and tender your tits are, how gorgeous your sweet belly is- hear that beautiful heartbeat I’m already in love with- fuck I sometimes can’t believe you’re giving me a baby” and just praising and asking you to feel good, feel good for him, telling you how incredible you are and how much he loves you while he sweetly rocks into you 💕

so i remember when i first went to tina and was like “he can hear the baby’s heartbeat!!!” and in her tags she went “i bet he’d give up his abilities for just one day of sight to see his kid” and YES HE WOULD but also he’s not stupid to think that he isn’t lucky as it is.

he knows how lucky he is to be able to literally hear his baby grow in your womb and feel the way your body changes to do so on such an intense level.

when you start showing and getting all hot and bothered by it - the fact that it was matt got you all round and full with his baby - you feel a bit guilty and upset at first because you assume matt wouldn’t be able to share in what you were feeling just because he can’t physically see you.

but then he tells you all those things, reminds you that he can see you - “now more than ever, honey.” he makes sure to add on - and that he’s been feeling the same way you have since he first heard that little heartbeat coming from your belly.

he tells you that he’s been waiting for you to start seeing it - waiting for you to realize before he starts running his hand over what would be, and now is, the swell of your belly when he fucks you. waiting for you to realize before he starts paying an absurd amount of attention to your sensitive tits. waiting for you to realize before he’s filling any bit of silence in the air with your moans and his words about how good you feel, how you “take my cock so well. y’take it like i haven’t already put my baby in you, sweetheart.”

[rillils]

hello I see your stucky content in my dash a LOT and I have finally officially learnt how to spell your username bc I read the wolf!Bucky hc (STUNNING by the way) and then saw this on instagram and just…melted

thank you for all your doing for stuckies! xx

Sweetie oh my gosh, I’m actually blushing right now afsafhsgs *flailing intensifies* First things first, thank you so, so much for sending me such a sweet ask, darling, I can’t even express how humbled and grateful I am, reading your words 💖💖💖 Also, that part about my username made me giggle so much xD I guess all of those L’s make it look weird and kinda confusing, I’m sorry 🥺💕

Ohhh oh my gosh, that video is the single most precious thing ever, I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt too!! 😍😍 When I picture wolf!Bucky, I imagine him as gentle and sweet and fluffy as that pupper :3

You know, in that headcanon (and I’d like to thank the wonderful nonnie who shared that amazing concept once more 😘), I was going with a werewolf!Bucky in the more traditional sense, which I absolutely ADORE (pls wish me luck as I try to turn it into an actual fic adfgsdfgh), but also this video gave me THOUGHTS and those thoughts scream Wolf!Bucky + kids and now I can’t help but wonder about a slightly different AU, including but not limited to:

shapeshifter!Bucky who can shift into his wolf form anytime he wants;

actual White Wolf Bucky, because I cannot pass up that chance, it’s just too perfect;

his neighbours quickly warming up to wolf!Bucky once they realize what a big big softie he really is;

the children absolutely LOVING wolf!Bucky and begging to play with him all the time, and Bucky caving because he just can’t say no to those little “🥺” faces;

wolf!Bucky, this massive, majestic, supposedly serious creature, frolicking in the grass like an actual puppy, soaking up the kids’ happy laughter and letting them all take a turn riding on his back - all the while Steve watches from the sidelines, sitting in the shade of the trees with one of the smallest children and two baby goats in his lap, wondering how they got here - and thanking all the gods he knows that they did, because he wouldn’t trade this for all the gold in the world;

(Steve thinking, who knows, maybe there could be children in their future, too. Someday. Their own children, grabbing handfuls of Bucky’s gorgeous fur and laughing, happy and carefree, when Bucky splashes around in the lake with them.)

the kids crafting beautiful flower wreaths for their wolf friend, which Bucky wears proudly - and then unravels later, so very carefully, so that he can press all the flowers between the pages of his books and save those precious memories forever;

wolf!Bucky quickly becoming the village’s designed babysitter; being very protective of the children, watching over them when they’re playing outside and making sure they don’t stray too far; gently, so very gently grabbing them by the back of their shirts when they’re being too stubborn or reckless (god knows he’s got decades of practice with that); herding them back home when it’s time for a nap;

wolf!Bucky essentially acting as a shepherd dog both for the children and for the goats (and groaning every time Steve makes another kid joke);

Bucky being surprised when the children go out of their way to hang out with him, and not the wolf;

Bucky realizing that they look up to him, and see him not just as a playmate but also as a cool uncle, a friend, a part of their family;

Bucky realizing, belatedly, that they’re as fond of him as he is fond of them;

Bucky realizing that they care about him - every time he’s having a bad day, and they come by only to leave snacks and little treats for him; every time they teach him a new word, and laugh with him when he gets the pronunciation horribly wrong; every time they offer to braid his hair for him, ask for a story from him, or watch attentively as he polishes his prosthetic arm;

and Bucky lowkey hiding his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, wet eyelashes and all, when that realization truly sinks in;

“They love you, Buck,” Steve murmurs in his ear, and Bucky knows he’s smiling even if he can’t see Steve’s face just now - he can hear it in his voice, feel it in Steve’s soft breath, in the fingers scratching idly at the base of his scalp. “You didn’t know, sweetheart? How much they love you?”

Bucky burrows closer into Steve’s arms, settling in for their own nap, his flesh hand splayed over Steve’s stomach. There’s a jar on the windowsill, filled with dried flowers and pretty pebbles the children found by the lake and gave to him, the smooth stone glinting softly in the afternoon sun. The smile comes before he can even think to stop it. “I know now.”

[badartxd]

WHY HELLO THERE

MY CHIBI CHILDREN ARE DONE TODAY

Everyone who follows me is under a legal obligation to look at them !!! When I saw them I got so freaked out I dropped my phone ! :’D

They’re so cute and perfect I’m crying and I’ve been staring at them nonstop for the past 5 hours

The first one is my devil baby Niya - so good, so pure, a total cinnamon roll, probably thinking about arson💕

And like, the details!! The colours!! The DRESS!! And the expression aaahhh she looks so goooood 🥹 No but she looks so incredibly sweet and innocent and the pose is so dreamy and the dress suits her well and is so gorgeous on its own too??? The patterns ?? The floral motif? The cape? And the way a lock of her hair falls as her head rests on her hands? The shiny little golden scales? Flawless, incredible, I am madly in love and going to propose right now.

And the second is Warden Yara, my beloved, and how is she this adorable?? While being her signature type of grumpy but very inquisitive , with her pose very much portraying that😭 And her birthmarks and freckles and scars are all so on point I’m like extra extra happy about that! And the floof!!

And the outfit! Adufjvgfigjg so I like really really wanted to see her in this and I’m absolutely losing it for her outfit - the sash, the trousers, the boots, and the vyshyvanka especially!! 🥺😭😍 it suits her so well and the pattern is so beautiful and I’m dying over here aaaaaaa and she would 100% wear this and love it and it’s even open and that’s just aaaaaa

Like it’s a very cool look but also it being so flowy it looks so soft??? Y’know??

I’m gonna put a pretty personal note here and say that I don’t have much left from my family, not from either side, beyond photographs - we don’t have an official family tree beyond a personal scrambled record, and the oldest family item I have is gold from a great great - (several greats later) grandma’s earrings melted and remolded completely into a ring. The revolution made it difficult to keep any records or belongings, especially with nobility in the family, as most valuable things either got appropriated by the state or gotten rid of by the family itself in fear of persecution. But some of the things shown and worn in the photographs that remain are so incredibly lovely, and one of them is a dress that I’ll actually link afterwards. So I’m .. emotional, let’s say. This is an extremely long winded way to say it, but I am very happy to see my character in this. ;V;

I will once again link the absolutely wonderful artist behind these here, and add that they’re still very much taking commissions, both personal and for humanitarian aid in Ukraine, and have both an amazing art style and really good prices given the quality of their art!!! Please check them out!!!! 💚

[mrsgiovanna]

Lord i need to tell you that i'm so thirsty for Giorno that i'm literally replaying him saying "Bene" during the Cioccolata fight over and over again 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️

Lolol hi Nio 🥺,

Oml I've been there, his voice sounds so breathy and gritty there, and the wrrryyys😏🤭🥴 (I have a preference for the sub version but both are *chef's kiss)

If your thirst is particularly bad and you want to know how he sounds when he's flirting, search for clips of Akagi Masafumi from Tsurezure children and pretend it's Giorno talking to you. (both are voiced by Kensho Ono).

I hope you're having a beautiful day /night my sweet 😊🐞🌟💕

Here take a Giogio

POV : he's picking you up for a date and you're walking towards the car