#aurora-tiny ask

[songmingisthighs]

WOKE UP TO A FACE REVEAL AND HONEY U R GORGEOUS 😍❤️‍🔥

HAVE LOADS OF FUN AT THE CONCERT TODAY ❤️‍🔥💖😍💕🥰💞🎉🧁💅🏻🗣💃

g0rl you make me blush <3 here, have a jung brothers <3

[gravehags]

I’ve always had this lil’ mini headcanon that Aurora figured out her love of topping by topping Cirrus one fun night with the girls

Everyone was surprised but very welcoming to it ^^

Oh Aurora topping the QUEEN of topping?? Iconic of her and I know Cirrus was delighted every second. The power of this tiny ghoulette is incredible, especially when she wants something. Who could say no to her? Who would want to? Not me, certainly

[thepixelelf]

heard it's your birthday, and was wondering if you'd be the Juliet to my Romeo? 😚💖💐

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ofc 🥰💐💖🎀🎉

Omg 😳 (and ty!!!!)

[gghostwriter]

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

They are friends, but Spencer is in love with her. Spencer gets in one accident and thinks she is more than a friend. He believes she is his wife. (Happy ending, please)

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem! Reader Trope: Friends to Lovers; Fluff! Just fluff Warning: Medical inaccuracies A/N: Reader is part of the BAU, hope that's alright. I had fun writing this, hope you enjoy anon! Main masterlist

Hallucinate. // Spencer Reid

It was Morgan’s turn—based on Garcia’s glitter paper schedule, to keep watch of Reid lying uncomfortably still on the hospital bed. The team was out for a local case—a series of murders that targeted male divorcees. They’ve profiled the unsub to be male in his late 20s, shy in nature, and comes from a broken household. The profile was correct. The team just didn���t factor in the possibility of another unsub—a subservient willing to do anything to let the dominant evade capture, including intentionally ramming a four door sedan to a government owned vehicle. The same vehicle that Reid and JJ were driving to the unsub’s residence. 

Spencer’s finger twitched, bringing his guardian out of his musings. “Reid. Reid,” the dark skinned agent called out.

A series of whispers escaped the patient’s mouth. “W’fe—” Spencer wetted his lips. “Wife, where—wife?” 

“Kid, what wife?” Morgan’s brows furrowed. As far as he knew, Reid wasn’t married. All he had was a tongue twisting, IQ dropping crush on the newest BAU addition, you. 

Spencer tried once more. “Y/N. Y/N, my wife—where?”

And as if you heard his pleas, you quietly entered the hospital room. Tilting your head to the side, silently questioning why Morgan was standing very close to Spencer. The agent smirked at your presence and waved you to come close. 

“Spence?” You asked, taking his hand into yours. His fingers cold, and for a moment, it reminded you of how still he was when he was pulled out of the driver’s seat. 

His eyes flickered under the lids. “Y/N. Wife—y’safe?” 

“I’m here, Spencer. Safe,” you murmured in a soft tone as you note that his hazel eyes were glassy and unfocused. A physical manifestation from the concussion that the physician had theorized when he was admitted. 

He turned his head to the sound of your voice in comfort before tightening his hold and his pupils blowing wide. “Wife—the baby? Is—baby okay?”

Your eyes widened in return. “What?” 

“Aurora—she, strapped in car seat, I need—need to see her,” his voice getting louder and louder as he unsuccessfully tried to push himself out of bed. 

You gently pushed his shoulders. “She’s—she’s fine, Spence. The team has her,” you coaxed him to relax back. Morgan cleared his throat beside you, clearly trying to not let a chuckle escape. 

“Good—good. Safe.” Spencer was locked in a hallucination where you were married and had a child, a girl—Aurora. You pictured a tiny long haired brunette with his waves, clinging to Spencer’s neck and smiling at you, a set of innocent hazel eyes looking at you with such adoration and trust. 

“Wife—you, love you,” he mumbled before closing his eyes and falling back to unconsciousness. 

Morgan took that as his cue and turned to face you—still clutching Spencer’s hand—with mirth dancing on his face. “Damn. Wife and kid huh, pretty boy sure moves fast.” 

You felt your cheeks grow warm. “It’s the concussion talking.”

“Uh huh, keep telling yourself that. Y’know I heard he said the same thing when Emily was keeping watch,” he paused dramatically to watch your reaction. “But there was no kid—that’s new.” 

“What. I—we’re friends,” you jested. Even to your ears it sounded like a feeble excuse.

Morgan appraised your reddened cheeks, your free hand repeatedly raking your hair, and your lips tucked between your teeth. His well experienced profiler eyes cataloging everything. “As I said, pretty girl, keep telling yourself that.” 

———

A few days later, away from the Morgan and Emily’s constant teasing, it was your turn to keep Spencer who was now alert and awake , company. His eyes darted all around the room, finding everything and anything interesting, except you.

“Spencer? You alright?” You sat on the chair near his bed.

He cleared his throat. “Morgan—Morgan said I called you—” his voice trailing off at the end, too hesitant and mortified to repeat what his fantasy conjured up and what his lips had let escaped in his state of confusion and vulnerability. 

“Uh—yeah. Yeah, you did.” 

“And that we—”

You nodded as you watched his blush travel down from his cheeks to neck.

“I also said that I—”

“That you love me?” You clarified in a whisper.

“You did.” 

He covered his face in chagrin. Spencer wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole or better yet, for all of this to be just a dream—a horrible dream. It was no secret to the team, except for you, that he had feelings for you. Amazed with how your mind noticed patterns in cases, grateful with how you actively listen to his conjectures, and stunned with how beautiful you look even on cases that leak into the late nights—how could he not fall in love with someone as incredible as you. It was impossible, trust him, he tried to deny it to himself and to others. He mumbled something in reply but his hands muffled it too much to understand. 

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated again but made no move to remove his hands.

You sighed. “Spence, I really can’t understand.”

He steeled his nerves before facing you, without a blockage this time. “According to studies, hallucinations are simply a result of neurons firing incorrectly. But I-I meant it. What I said, I mean.”

Silence ensued. He’s been your ride or die since you entered the BAU. Your partner on cases and your person off cases. Penelope always teased you two together—attached to the hip. Like some magnets that need to move in unison, that need to be within reaching distance. “Oh.” 

His shoulders drooped, taking that as a sign of rejection. He wished he could have kept his mouth shut. He’d rather be your close friend than be an awkward colleague.

“It’s not like that,” you hurriedly explained. “I—it’s just—take me out on a date first,” your cheeks enflamed as the idea of progressing your relationship beyond what it was now excited and set butterflies on your stomach.

He perked up and smiled. “Okay, yeah. I can do that.” 

You watched as his hand slowly crept towards yours, stopping an inch away, as if waiting for your permission. You took the initiative and intertwined yours with his, watching him shudder from the warmth and settled back into bed. 

“Okay,” you breathed out. 

He didn’t let go of your hand even when Morgan entered the room to relieve you from watch duty. The profiler zeroed in and opened his mouth, unable to stop himself from teasing the blushing couple.

“So love birds, since you already named your first kid Aurora. How about naming the next one Derek?” 

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[rafeslvbug]

DEFINITELY A COURT CASE OMG !!!! maybe the bio dad tries to put rafe's job on the line bcos of a "power imbalance" or smth like that and makes up all this bullshit about rafe

paediatrician!rafe being taken to court by rory’s bio dad…

getting notified he was being taken to court:

the letter was posted through his mailbox before he got home. nearly trampled under his foot as he held aurora in one arm, a bag of groceries in the other and you trailing behind with infectious laughter.

a great day.

branded with a ‘notice of proceedings’ from the court.

rafe had neglected opening the letter, held it off because he knew almost immediately what it was about. your ex was bothering you more often, he’d nearly turned red when he found out rafe had adopted rory, that you two were engaged.

he’d tucked it into his draw, kissing away the pout on rory’s face because she could see the way he looked so concerned over the tiny piece of paper.

but he had to face it. sitting in bed with you, head leaning against the backboard, while you were cross-legged, slipping your finger under the seal to undo it. pulling out the heavy letter, one that threatened to crumble your life.

“what’s it say?” he sighs, running a hand over his face, unable to bear how your ex plans on ruining you both.

“he’s questioning your parental rights because he didn’t give permission for you to adopt rory…and he wants custody,” your voice is hardly above a whisper, setting the paper down.

“for fucks sake,” he grumbles, blinking back the hotness burning at his eyes. fingers interlocking with his, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“it’ll be okay,” you tell him, though you’re not sure how much you believe yourself.

court proceedings:

your ex passed you in the hallway outside the courtroom, a smug smile that rafe had never wanted to wipe off his face more in his entire life. he’d do it if he wasn’t sure an argument of him being abusive would have then been supported.

in court, the fragility of his argument was quickly exposed. he began with his first interaction with rafe, when rafe all but hauled him out of the hospital - seems an abuse argument was going to be evident anyways. but rafe’s lawyer quickly dismissed it by saying that it was a matter of security. your ex was aggressive and refused to leave the premises despite your absence. they even had one or two nurses write statements on the event just to prove it.

then he said rafe’s involvement with you was unprofessional. but that was of no concern to the judge, since there was nothing wrong with rafe being engaged to you.

perhaps the one thing that had you sucking in your breath and holding it for a few beats too long was when he mentioned rafe becoming the adoptive father without consent. this, would surely cause some conflict. your ex demanded that he wanted custody, that he had rights, and you had to bite down on your lip until it bled to stop you from yelling at him. but rafe stayed calm, even in the midst of a storm. his lawyer presented the argument that your ex hadn’t been present, and was given every opportunity to be. you had no method of contacting him, so permission couldn’t be asked, and he had no involvement in rory’s life to the point where she didn’t even know him.

after hours of sitting in the small courtroom, statements read, witness character reports written by you and a common friend testifying that your ex had never been present and rafe had been from the very beginning, as a friend or boyfriend, the judge finally ruled.

rafe hadn’t had a greater moment of relief then when his rights as an adoptive father weren’t stripped from him. you had never felt more relieved when his custody request was also denied. on the grounds of previous neglect, and the fact that rory didn’t know him and seemed to hide behind you whenever he got close, your ex wasn’t deemed in the best interest of her future.

rafe was, though.

rafe was who aurora recognised as a dad, got excited and stumbled towards when she saw he came to pick her up at daycare. rafe was the one whose legs she clung to when your ex told her he was her dad.

rafe was the one who scooped her into his arms after the court judgement, when she had been waiting outside with your friend, carrying her into the car and grateful he still had her.

he still had his family.

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[bluerosefox]

Little Marriage Demands

Just had a funny idea I wanna share.

Deaged!Dani/Ellie and Dan! Princess and Prince of the Infinite Realms! Ghost King/Mom Danny! Maybe Dead on Main?

Jason stared at the determined frown on the toddler that stood in front of him. Hands on her hips and if she was actually on the floor, because she was floating a few feet off, her stance in that 'I am standing my ground' way children did when they were demanding something in a huff.

She had long white hair in a pony tail that whisped upwards like gravity was a option and glowing, almost Lazarus green but more cleaner? Neon? Compared to the pits. She was dressed as a little royal princess, complete with a tiny crown made of twinkling stars and ice crystals that were floating in a tiny aurora boleros.

Next to her, in a baby roller was an equally similar looking baby, only male from the tiny royal outfit he wore, and who also had an floating crown above its head only even smaller than the girls. The baby also had a blanket that looked it had been plucked from the galaxies itself in his tiny hands. The baby was no doubt grumpy from the pout and glaring eyes it was giving him.

"Come again?" Jason asked, trying to make heads and tails of what he was just... demanded of?

The girl took in a deep breath, huffing, and looked so freaking annoyed that she had to repeat herself, as if Jason was the one making things difficult to begin with.

"We needs yous to marries Mama so the Eyeballs stops bullying Mama to 'gets a ghost consorty!' Mama keeps beatings theirs off but its annoyings cause Mama can't plays with us anymores nows!" the girl said, her young age showing strong from the way she spoke in the way toddlers did. The baby in the walker seemed to agree with her annoyance at not being able to play with their Mama cause he gave a grumpy noise in agreement "Clockpa saids if they keeps doings this they do something baddy bad to us to try to make Mama dos as they say and Mama is gonna gets really mads and do really bads to ummm the.... multi... multiver-vers-? To alls the worlds! everythings everywhere!"

Jason took a deep breath at that tad bit of information.

What the fuck!?

The girl kept going, not caring about Jason's mental freak out.

"Sooo Clockpa, Auntie Pan, Uncie Frosty, and Auntie Gothy alls gots together to talks and they'd talked abouts yous becoming Mama's futures constory causes yous well liked bys everyones for helpings somes moves on and stoppings bads people from doing bads anymore! ANDS you are good with kids! And and re-re...respectful to peoples with Mama problems!" The girl, who had when she first showed up in his safe house and said her name was Princess Ellie, future Fright Knight and Explorer of the Infinite Realms or tried to say with her toddler speak. "Theys says yous were at the tops of the list and to maybes push yous to meets buts its takes too longgggggggggggg..."

Ellie stretched the long word out, showing just how much patience children at her age had. The baby seemed to agree with that as well when he made baby gurgle sounds and threw its tiny fists in the air.

"So's me and Dan want-teds to make it goes fasters!" Ellie said as she moved her hands from her hips and crossed her arms and floated higher up as she stared at Jason's face with a smug look of 'I'm so smart with this idea' "We sneaked offs and founds you! Nows all yous gotta do is marries Mama and the Eyeballs wills stop bullying us and leaves us alone!!"

Yeah... Jason needed to go to the cave and make sure he wasn't doused with something... Cause this was insane.

[szarina]

Idea: You give birth to your children and play the perfect wife until they’re old enough to go to school. When Zayne picked up the kids they couldn’t find you so Zayne added you were in your bedroom, but when he got there he found your dead body instead

Years later your children have a faint memory of you, and every time they asked their dad if he’ll Rr-marry he says no. One day as they went through their old things they found a journal or notes signed by you, in it were your true feelings of the marriage, how it came to be and how you were sorry for being a coward but you couldn’t take it anymore

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. heavy angst + major character death + suicide + implied noncon + implied forced pregnancy.

❆ ₊⋆ notes. i was hoping for dark fluff with this series but you all keep sending me angsts. i ain't complaining though.

At the tender age of seven, Yue and Aurora lost their mother.

Too young to lose a mother and too old to understand what really happened. They only remember the blue and red of siren lights in the ambulance dancing at their front gate. Their father taking them to their own room — looking at them with eyes like he just failed them. He couldn't keep the mother of his children alive.

The funeral was silent as it can be. People passed out their condolences and grievances. Pity for the two children you left so early. Aurora was cradled at his father's arm. Aurora who looks exactly like you. Her mother's sorrow and joy. Yue stands besides his father. Holding his tiny little hand. They always say he looks like his father too.

Two halves of a soul carved from the flesh and blood of their parents.

You lost your life from a sudden illness. That's what they say but only the household of the Li residence knew what really happened. Yue has always been smarter and Aurora knew it too but they kept it silent cause no one bears the guilt of losing their mother more than their father.

He drove you to your own death.

You would rather take your life than spend another day with him despite the two reasons why you stayed alive for that short amount of time.

Seven. Seven is the perfect age for a child to lose their mother. They will remember you but as soon as you they grow older they will forget you. Too young for their little minds to grasp what made you die and every adults like your husband would say, “Mommy's in a better place.” and “She's watching over you.”

White lies. It didn't hurt anyone and keep the truth more bearable. You made sure of that. No one is to blame for your death but your own and even you planned it for a long time. A premeditated suicide. You made sure that at the last moments, your last days. Your children is loved even it breaks your heart you have to leave them.

You kissed them more. Hugged them tighter. Said I love you more than a thousand times in every chance you can get. Watch them sleep, admiring their innocent faces that even they were born out of unwanted circumstances — you loved them so much.

Choosing a date that won't make an impact in the day of your death. It wasn't also far from their birthdays. A normal day to passed away. It won't make a scratch or a dent. You made sure you'll die in a room where no one of the twins will look for you and you made it clean like you simply passed away. You wouldn't taint a day because of your selfishness and cowardice.

Your love wasn't enough for your children to keep you alive while you resented the man you used to love.

The years came in a blur. Your twins weren't children anymore. Teenagers they are but still grieving for their dead mother who haunts them with her presence in the halls and walls of the house. The garden whereas you tended is still alive. The flowers came into bloom again after a long bitter winter.

Their father was still their father without you. He knows he can't replace you and remained single and a widowed father in his days even the ghost of a former flame lingered. Waiting and wanting. But he extinguished that flame a long time ago.

They were whispers, masked as concern that he should take a wife again. If it wasn't for him, for the children. The twins would want a mother but he refused. He won't stain your memory and there will no be another woman for him. A wife. The mother to his children. He raised them as a single father.

Women swooned cause there's no more rather appealing than a handsome doctor who's singlehandedly raising his children after the death of their mother. Many wanted to replace you but they can't. The twins don't want it too, for they cry for their deceased mother in their sleep. Where your lullabies lingered in their dreams. Touch that still present. The kisses that they will always remember. You think they forgot but it stayed.

Seven years had passed and Yue comes home after finishing his applications for the university with Aurora tailing behind him. Aurora's older than him for a mere minutes but his sister possess the curiousity and wonder that even she's still sophomore on high school she couldn't care that her younger twin is already starting medical school at the age of fourteen. Aurora was still exploring what she wanted for herself.

Just like his dad, Yue cannot count how many times people have told him that. It was written on the stars they say. The second he came in the world looking like his father. Mannerisms and appearances alike. He wished he got your eyes. His mother's eyes but her older sister got the best of your features.

The house was silent. Zayne, their father was still at the hospital. Another overtime. They were used to it. Since you died, their father buried himself more in surgeries but not enough he's going to neglect his two children with you. They still deserved a father.

He was enough and that's fine. He didn't need more of him, Yue needed you more and Aurora too.

They visited their old room. The nursery untouched. The two cradle was still there with a addition of a new one. They were expecting a sibling too but it died with you too. A younger sister or a brother they will have if it wasn't for you leaving the world too soon. Leaving them together with their father that until this day still mourn for you.

Aurora was pulling the drawers one by one. Wanting to reminisce or a piece of their mother. Yue can see it that Aurora was the one who was the most shaken up when you died. When she understands that her mommy won't be coming back. Yue felt it too for he was alive with your touch. He lost a mother too.

His sister was rummaging their old stuff until she hit something hard beneath their baby clothes. A hidden compartment. Pulling the small handle, it revealed journals belonging to their late mother.

“Look, Yue. Mommy's journals.” His twin reaches for the journals olden with age but still intact. She gave him the other journal. Looking from the texture and the smell, it was a decade older, maybe before they were born.

Aurora got your much older journals. Starting when you were a teenager. A photograph was hidden in the pages. It was them from a stranger's first glance but it was not. It was you and their father. It was like looking at yourself but you know it's not you.

Yue caressed the leather cover of your journal. It was engraved with flowers and puppies. Your name written in cursive and Yue felt your touch at the cover, it feels like you were in the room again, hugging him. He missed you very much but it doesn't prepare for the secrets the pages are about to reveal.

The earliest entry were about your recovery from an accident that you miraculously survived. It contained how your emotionally distant fiancé, their father started to be more closer to you. Constantly hovering but you paid it no mind. He was a doctor and was doing his job.

As Yue flipped the pages, the pages contained the horror of being not able to breath. “I was going to leave him.” Then the details of not should be named and the inappropriateness that a fourteen year old should not see reveals in the ink of your words.

“I'm pregnant. With twins. I should hate it but they were living inside me. I cannot hate these two innocent souls that were born out of love from what their father understands. I'm afraid. What if I won't be a good mom? Zayne says he's going to be with me every step of my pregnancy but I'm terrified.”

His sister and him weren't born out of love. They were a result of a night where their mother was terrified and begging. They couldn't tell. Know it because you loved them very much. You didn't hold hatred in your eyes or resentment for him and his sister. You loved them very much the same you would have loved them if you wanted them.

Another page was flipped and Yue could tell you were crying while you wrote this. There are splotches of your tears staining the pages.

“I'm a mother now. I got two little angels. I named my eldest twin Aurora like the northern lights in The Arctic were Zayne once took me while I was recovering. Seeing the lights there made me think that Aurora deserves her name.”

Yue smiles at your handwriting. The softness in his face were visible but the truth of the reason they were here in the first place breaks his heart.

“I named my youngest, Yue. It means the moon. It was storming outside and after my little Yue was born, the moon was shining brightly. Yue who gave me the scare of my life. Yue didn't cry until he was in my arms like he was waiting for my permission to live. I cried that night, why would my baby want for my permission to live when I was waiting for him and his sister for me to love them both.”

He hears his older sister sniffling besides him. Your other journal was abandoned and he didn't realize she was beside him also reading the entries of their birth.

The final pages reveals the truth and they understand it now. You didn't die of illness. Their father made you kill yourself. There's the regrets and what ifs but you still took your own life.

“I'm a coward and a selfish mother. Who is in there right mind to leave their own children but it's not me. I'm too tired. I cannot live anymore. I tried to. Aurora and Yue was my reason to live but it's not enough. They're going to hate me and resent me for leaving them but I think it's better. I cannot breath and it's better for me to die early. They will understand and they will forget me.”

“I didn't regret killing myself. I have hugged and kissed Yue and Aurora many times more than I can count. I hope it's enough to last a lifetime. I only wished for them to be the best , no matter what path they'll take. I hope they won't be like me too.”

“Aurora, Yue. Mommy's sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.......”

The journal ended there. They look at the date. It was the day you died. The day where their father looked at them like the world ended. The world he created forced upon you, destroyed.

Yue closes the journal. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The same hazel green eyes, the dark hair and he was the younger version of his father. Yue thinks of you, his mother. You could have hated him but you didn't. Your heart was bigger and understanding. Forgiving too but you don't have the capacity to forgive yourself and you took your life as a punishment.

Aurora leans on his shoulder, silently crying. Clutching a photograph of you. Seven years. Seven years you waited. Yue felt numb. He doesn't know what to feel for his father for what he did to you.

He tucks the journal on his side. His only piece of you. Painful the pages are and he feels the anguish on them but there was still love on them.

His sister had fallen into exhaustion. He let her sleep before going outside, he sees his father.

“You didn't deserve her.”

Zayne looks at him. His face remains impassive as his old man.

“I know. You will understand it someday, Yue.”

They didn't need to speak another word to each other. Yue couldn't hate him more for he was starting to be like him too.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hiii, Can I pretty please ask for a Carlos daughter that is 4 years old that’s just doesn’t like food

like she is just simply not interested in that, and she is a little underweight for that

She prefers playing instead of eating and in daycare she doesn’t eat her lunch

is nothing like deep deep, just doesn’t matter to her that

Priorities

Carlos had always known that being a father would change him, but he never expected just how much he would love it. Every moment spent with his daughter, Yn, was a treasure. She was four years old now, full of boundless energy, a bright little girl with the biggest imagination. His precious niña.

From the moment she woke up, Yn was a whirlwind of excitement. But there was one thing she loved more than anything else—playing with her dolls.

Carlos sat at the kitchen table, watching as Rebecca carefully packed Yn’s lunch for daycare. A small sandwich, some sliced apples, cheese cubes, and her favorite—Carlos’ homemade tortilla española. It was simple, nutritious, and made with all the love in the world.

“She better eat today,” Rebecca said, glancing over at Carlos. “Yesterday, she barely touched anything.”

Carlos sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t get it. I cook for her, I make sure it’s food she likes… and she just forgets?”

Rebecca chuckled, closing the lunchbox. “She doesn’t forget, cariño. She just doesn’t care. Playing is more important to her than eating.”

He shook his head with a small smile. “I don’t know where she gets that from. I was always thinking about food as a kid.”

Just then, Yn came running into the kitchen, her tiny feet pattering against the floor, holding one of her dolls tightly to her chest. “¡Papá! Look, look! Aurora needs a dress!”

Carlos scooped her up effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her soft curls. “Aurora needs a dress? Hmm, that’s very important. But do you know what else is important?”

Yn giggled, shaking her head.

“Eating your food,” he said pointedly, booping her nose. “Mamá and I made you a very yummy lunch, princesa.”

She blinked up at him, as if considering this new information, then looked at her doll. “Aurora says she doesn’t like lunch.”

Carlos sighed dramatically. “Then Aurora has bad taste. You have to eat, mi amor. Or else you’ll have no energy to play.”

Yn made a face but didn’t argue. Carlos set her down and watched as she skipped off, already lost in her make-believe world again.

---

Later that evening, when Carlos and Rebecca picked her up from daycare, they were greeted with the usual sight—Yn running up to them excitedly, her little hands clutching one of her dolls. The daycare teacher, Ms. Marina, smiled at them.

“She had a great day, as always,” Marina said. “But…” she hesitated, handing over Yn’s lunchbox. “She barely ate again.”

Carlos opened it, his heart sinking a little at the sight of the untouched food. Yn, completely oblivious, was already chatting about the big adventure her dolls had gone on today.

“Mi amor,” he said gently, kneeling down in front of her. “Why didn’t you eat?”

Yn rocked on her heels, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “I was playing, Papá! I was making a castle for Aurora, and then Emma needed to be saved, and then…”

Carlos listened patiently, his heart swelling with love for his little storyteller. But at the same time, concern nagged at him. She was so tiny for her age, and he knew she needed to eat properly.

“We’re eating together at dinner, okay?” he said, smoothing her curls. “And Papá is going to feed you.”

Rebecca sighed. “Carlos, she’s four, not a baby.”

“I don’t care,” he said firmly. “She needs to eat.”

Yn grinned, not minding at all. She loved when her Papá fed her—it made her feel special.

---

That evening, Carlos sat with Yn at the dinner table, her plate full of food in front of her. He cut small bites of tortilla española and held them up to her lips.

“Big bite, princesa.”

Yn opened her mouth obediently, chewing as she swung her little legs. “Mmm! Yummy, Papá.”

Carlos smiled, feeding her another bite. “See? Food is good. You need it so you can keep playing with Aurora and Emma.”

Yn nodded enthusiastically. “And tomorrow, they’re going on a trip to the moon!”

Rebecca shook her head in amusement. “She’s got her priorities sorted, that’s for sure.”

Carlos kissed the top of Yn’s head, feeling nothing but warmth and love for his little girl. No matter what, he would always make sure she had everything she needed—including enough food in her belly.

Because she was his princesa, his everything.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🩷🎀

[songmingisthighs]

IM DYING 😭😭😭

also wbn!wooyoung never beating the calling-y/n-mommy agenda 😓

anyways hope you're doing great 🥰🥰

what are you talking about ??? (y/n) IS wbn!woo's mommy ???

i hope you are too <3 my mom is making me wanna shave my head completely <3

[skzdust]

You Make Me So Thirsty

Smut. MINORS DNI.

Hello welcome to this random woosan vampire au!! Had a ton of fun with this one, and the Wooyoung arena photoshoot has made me FERAL so you know I had to include him.

Title is from Teeth by Enhypen.

✧✩✮ Summary: You meet San at a club, and he takes you home. Neither of you are expecting his vampire situationship to be waiting there. ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Choi San x fem reader ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Includes: unexpected vampire appearances, nightclub meeting, woosan are weird and kinda toxic but what else is new, "slut", "princess", coming inside (twice! pleaseeeee use a condom irl), doggy, cowboy ✮✩✧

✧✩✮ Word count: 2.4k ✮✩✧

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San’s hands rested gently on your hips, and his thumbs rubbed your sides. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes, having a great time!” You smiled.

“Where did your friends go?” He looked around.

You whipped your head from side to side, the motion making a headache blossom behind your eyes. “They were just right here…”

“We don’t need em.” Even in the low light of the club, you caught his wink, and you could feel yourself growing hot. “You said you’re having fun, right?”

“Yes.” You smiled again.

One of San’s hands moved up to your neck, caressing. You moaned softly as his fingers curled against your nape, pulling you into a kiss.

You’d never kissed a guy the first night meeting him before, but you could already tell San was different. San was special. He was so sweet, making sure you hadn’t been drinking too much and laughing with your friends. And that wasn’t even to mention the tight, short-sleeved black turtleneck he was wearing, showing off his broad shoulders and tiny waist.

He was a great kisser, too, just the right amount of tongue for a first kiss in a club.

He pulled away far too soon, and you made a small, displeased noise.

“Wanna come back to my place for the night?” He said, slightly breathless, and you could see a touch of nerves in the way he blinked, his mouth quirking into a small, hopeful smile.

How could you resist?

“Yes.” You kissed him again. “Yes, San, I would love that.”

You found your friends and promised them you’d keep your phone’s location on the whole night before leaving with San.

As you watched him and that perfect side profile order an uber, you could feel yourself getting excited already at the thought of what you’d be doing in just a few minutes.

You got in the car, and his thumb rubbed the back of your hand as you chatted on the drive to his apartment.

When you got there, to a nice building in a nice part of town, San helped you out of the car and held your hand as you walked inside. It was clear from his demeanor that he was excited, and that he was having a great time with you, and you were returning the energy.

It was all smooth sailing until he unlocked his door, and you walked in after him, and there was a man sitting in his living room, doing something on his phone. He had bleached blond hair with dark streaks falling in his eyes, and a lollipop sticking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Sannie, you’re back, thank god, I’m really fucking thirsty.” He said, looking up. A smile spread on his face. “Oh, who’s this?”

“San?” You looked at him.

“Woo.” San sighed. “Come on, I’m busy, can’t—”

“I said I’m thirsty.” The man’s smile grew bigger. “Can she wait?”

“Can I— what? What’s going on?” You looked between them, more confused by the second.

San closed his eyes, directing his speech to the other man. “Wooyoung, I try to enjoy one nice evening out, and you break into my apartment. Can you wait?”

Wooyoung sat forward, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth with a languid pop that was really far too attractive. He put on a pout. “Oh, come on, you don’t want me to shrivel up and die, do you?”

“You’ll be fine. One night is all I ask. One night.” San sighed.

“Pretty please?” He made his eyes big and his expression sincere.

San looked at you. “Y/n, this is Wooyoung, my— he’s a vampire, and he feeds from me.”

“Huh?” You blinked.

“Oh, look at her, poor thing doesn’t even know what to do with that.” Wooyoung looked at you with faux sympathy.

“I— maybe I should just go.” You backed towards the door. “I don’t mean to interrupt—”

“No!” San said. “No, don’t go, I— I’ll get Woo out of here, he can—”

“Fuck her.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I’ll watch, and—”

“Is this a weird sex thing?” You interrupted. “You pretend to be a vampire, and then—”

“Kinda!” Wooyoung said at the same time as San said “Yes!”

“Yes!” San said again, louder. “Yes, it’s just a pretend— wait, that’s not— that’s not much better, it’s not what it— it’s…” He sighed. “I give up.”

Wooyoung grinned triumphantly. “It is a weird sex thing, but not in the way you think.” He pulled back his lip, showing off long, pointed teeth. “When I bite Sannie, my spit has aphrodisiac properties, it makes him real needy.” He finally stood up, walking over to San to drape himself across his shoulders, looking at you. “Don’t you think neediness would look good on him?”

San whimpered.

You whimpered.

“So you do. You think he’d look so good on his knees, begging.”

You just swallowed, your eyes flickering between Wooyoung and San.

“You wanna watch me bite him?” Wooyoung’s eyes grew heavy, and he nudged San’s neck with his cheek. San moaned, exposing his neck to Wooyoung and closing his eyes tight.

You were frozen in place, unsure of exactly what was happening. You wanted to say that vampires weren’t real, that none of this… well, that wasn’t entirely true, was it?

Wooyoung’s teeth looked pretty real.

Wooyoung laughed, pulling away. San looked at him, then at you, his eyes big.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry to drag you into this, but Wooyoung is… he’s….” San struggled for words.

Wooyoung laughed again. “Irresistible?”

“I was going to go to with insatiable.” San gave him a look.

“That works too.” Wooyoung purred. He looked at you. “Come on, princess, why don’t you come keep Sannie busy while I drink?”

“Wha—what do you mean?” You stammered.

Wooyoung patted the couch. “San, sit down, and you can start kissing y/n. Then I’ll drink, and then we’ll have fun.” His eyes nearly sparkled.

You couldn’t believe what you were doing, but you moved to sit next to San on the couch. He pulled you nearly into his lap, and you squeaked.

“Oh, how precious.” Wooyoung drawled, grabbing one of San’s wrists and licking across it. San moaned.

“I’m— I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t—” San started.

You cut him off. “San. It’s okay. Your… Wooyoung is really hot, and I really like you, so… yeah. This is okay.”

In response, San pulled you in with his other hand, bringing his lips to yours in a hard kiss.

He moaned loudly into your mouth, and you looked over at his wrist. Wooyoung was biting it aggressively, blood already all over his mouth. He was moaning, too, little “uh-uh-uh”s that made you ache. He looked at you, winking, before he returned to sucking at the veins.

San made a pathetic little noise, and you looked back at him, kissing him again. “I’m sorry, baby, I just was watching Wooyoung for a second.”

“’S okay.” San whimpered. “Just wanted your attention.” He kissed you hungrily, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Wooyoung finished quickly, and he licked San’s wrist a few times before he produced a band-aid from his pocket and gently put it over the punctures.

“Vampire who carries around band-aids.” You snorted.

He gave you a look. “Hey, I do care about my blood donors, enough to keep them healthy. Besides, it tastes off if they’ve got an infection.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh.”

Wooyoung smirked, looking past you to San. “Oh, does poor Sannie need something?”

San whined, looking between you and Wooyoung. “I need— I need— I don’t know what I need, but I need it from both of you.”

“Sweet thing.” Wooyoung murmured, leaning forward to caress his cheek. “It’s a good thing I know what you need, then, isn’t it?” He looked at you. “San really gets so desperate when I drink from him. I think part of it is a reaction to my spit, but I think part of it is just that he’s a slut.” He bit out the “t”, and San moaned.

Wooyoung laughed. “What about you, princess, are you a bit of a slut, too?”

“I—” You felt your cheeks go hot. “I don’t— I don’t fuck a lot of guys.”

“That’s not my criteria.” He grinned, glancing between your legs. “Does watching San get more and more turned on get you more and more turned on? Do you just want someone to touch you?” He put on a mocking voice. “Do you want to be my good girl?”

You swallowed, hard, trying to gather yourself.

“So I’ll take that as a yes.” Wooyoung stood up. “San, why don’t you get your pants off, and y/n, why don’t you ride him?”

“Yes, sir.” San breathed.

You nodded, following his lead. “Yes, sir.”

A dusting of pink rose on San’s cheeks as he took his pants and boxers off to reveal his hard cock, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. You needed him inside you now.

You got your underwear off under your skirt and waited for San to position himself on the couch. You straddled him, your knees wide. You guided San’s hands to your waist, and they rested there as you lined yourself up with his cock.

Wooyoung giggled. “Oh, San, you really like this girl, don’t you? You think she’s so cute, so hot, so fuckable, and you really wanted to have a nice evening with her.”

“Yes, I did.” San groaned.

“I would say I’m sorry to crash, but I’m really not.” Wooyoung shrugged. “I like bossing you around too much.”

“Wooyoung, can I— can I ride him?” You looked at him.

“Ohhh.” He crooned. “Oh, y/n, you are such a good girl, so obedient and good for me. Yes, ride him.”

“Thank you.” You whispered, sinking down onto his cock, feeling it stretch your dripping hole inch by inch.

“Does that feel good?” Wooyoung came up behind you, pushing his hands beneath your top, feeling all along your skin.

You arched into him. “Yes, Wooyoung, San, your cock is so good, oh my god.”

“Please ride me.” San groaned.

“Yes.” You whispered, bracing yourself against his shoulders before you began to bounce.

Wooyoung’s hands continued to roam across your skin, adding sensation upon sensation. San was so big inside you, and the noises he was making were downright sinful.

To make matters even worse, one of Wooyoung’s hands drifted under your skirt, finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles as you rode San. You moaned, throwing your head back onto Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl.” He mumbled. “That’s a good girl.”

As you continued to ride San, Wooyoung’s touches grew more insistent, more aggressive, more possessive. “Come on, good girl, come.” He hissed.

It didn’t take you long to obey his command. You came, hard, your hole clenching around San’s cock.

“I’m gonna—” He choked.

“Come, Sannie.” Wooyoung said, his voice bored. San came, deep inside you, as you finished your orgasm you could feel him filling you up.

You slumped against Wooyoung. “Fuck, that was so good.”

Wooyoung pulled you closer, more gently. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, San.” You leaned forward to kiss him affectionately.

He kissed you back. “Thank you for not running screaming when you saw that a vampire had broken into my apartment.”

You laughed. “I’m really glad I stayed.”

“I am, too.” Wooyoung grinned, his teeth on display. “Because I want to fuck you next.”

He helped you off San, his cum spilling all over the couch. San sighed. “That’s going to suck to try to get out.”

“Whatever.” Wooyoung mumbled. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Your stomach jumped at the thought of what Wooyoung would do to you as you got into position on the couch.

You could feel him behind you, you heard his zipper unzip, and his cock pressed against your hole a few moments later.

You whined involuntarily, arching your back. He laughed. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

He began to push inside you, eased by San’s cum dripping out of you. “Fuck.” He whispered. “God, princess, you’re so tight.”

“You’re so big.” You whimpered. San had been big, but Wooyoung was bigger, you could tell just from feeling him.

“That’s what San likes to say, too, when I fuck him.” Wooyoung gave a breathy laugh. “He’s all, ‘you’re so big, Wooyoung, fit so good inside me.’ It’s pathetic, really.”

“I want to see that.” You said, without thinking.

Wooyoung laughed. “You want to watch me fucking him?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“Don’t be ashamed.” San moved in front of you, kissing you languidly as Wooyoung fully seated himself inside you. “You’re welcome back anytime you want.”

“With a cunt like this you’re extra welcome.” Wooyoung pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

You yelped. “Fuck!”

He laughed again. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

He set a punishing pace, fucking you like he was mad at you, like he was trying to get back at you for something. You were just along for the ride, moaning and whining as he thrust in and out of you.

“Fuck, I’m— I’m gonna come.” He groaned.

It was San’s turn to laugh from where he was playing with your hair. “Can’t last long?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Oh, please do.”

Wooyoung held onto your hips, burying himself all the way inside you before you felt him start to come. You moaned, collapsing onto San.

“That feel good, baby?” He whispered, stroking your hair. “Does he feel good?”

“Yes.”

Wooyoung’s grip loosened, and he pulled out. “Fuck, that felt good.”

“Can—” A knot of anxiety started to form in your stomach. “Can I stay the night?”

“Of course.” San kissed your forehead. “I’d love that.”

You smiled. “Woo, are you staying?”

“Woo doesn’t usually stay the night.” San said with a touch of bitterness.

“Well maybe tonight is the first time.” Wooyoung said. “Just for y/n.”

“Not for me?” San sounded genuinely hurt.

Wooyoung relented. “Maybe a bit for you, too.”

[sirxlla]

Fun Parenting With The Batboys

(request @nesting-dreams )

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Dick: "Come on, Sweetheart! You got this!" Dick yelled from the stands of your daughters first tee ball game. His face was painted with little hearts in her teams colors, Dick was so proud of his girl.

You came back with nachos for you and him and waters for all three of you. When Jasmin got back to home plate the both of you errupted in pure pride screaming her name. You could tell she was a bit tired, breathing heavy and sweating quite a bit so you went over to her and handed her the water and told her to drink slow as you gently pet her hair.

"Just like we practiced, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you!" Dick's smile was a mile wide, him and Jasmin had been practicing almost evert day when he he was able.

"Why are we the best?" He kneeled and hugged her tight as he asked her the question.

"Cause we kick butts!" She yelled in excitement as she flexed her tiny muscles the way Dick normally did jokingly.

Jason: Jason was in the garage fixing up your car and he'd probably said it a few times whilst she sat in her high chair so of course she repeated it.

"Fuck!" She repeated after him. He had said it after sitting up off the back board he was using and probably 1,000 other times today.

"Hehhehe, No. Princess, Mommy would kill me if you keep saying that." He told your daughter as a smile tried to itch its way onto his face.

"Fuck!" Aurora said to his face, she just knew it made him laugh and smile and she liked that.

"Rory." He tried to say it in a serious tone as he tried to hide his laugh.

"Fuck!" She giggled as she saw him smile and his eyes lit up.

"Jason Peter Todd, You best not be teaching our sweet little girl to cuss." You said in a sweet but slightly serious tone as you came to help him work on your car.

"Fuck!" Aurora giggled trying to make her mom laugh like she did her dad.

"She started it!" Jason jokes back at you laughing.

"Daddy say fuck!" She asks him with a giggle cause him saying it made her laugh and vice versa, a merry-go-round of laughs between the two of them.

"If you're gonna teach her the words, thats fine but make sure she knows when and when not to say them and how to use them properly." You spoke with a sincere tone to Jason. Jasons jaw dropped at your words, he was suprised.

"You'd be okay with that?" He asked with astonishment in his voice. Although he was suprised it made him happy to know you werent a stickler for general parenting rules everyone else seemed to have.

"Yes, its fine but she doesnt need to use the words directed at us and she needs to know what they mean and how to use them."

"Fuck!" Aurora continued trying to make her Daddy smile.

"Rory, Daddy doesn't want you to say that right now, please?" Jason realized how important this all was, He was taking this Dad thing serious and Aurora could tell so she stopped. He did teach her thoughout time how to use them properly and to not use them at teachers or family.

Bruce: Bruce "really wasn't one for children" he'd tell you but that was before you went through nine months to have his daughter. A daughter was a change of pace from all the boys and plus she was blood, not that that made the boys any less his but May would look like you both and she'd have mannerisms from you both that happened a bit more naturally.

She had his crystal blue eyes that just cut through anyones sadness or anger, your nose, somehow ended up a ginger which did suprise you both but boy was she a picture.

He was playing peek-a-boo whist she sat in your lap.

"Da- Dad- Da- Da- Ah!" She giggled at Bruce again.

"Where's May?" He asked before popping out and saying "There she is." Which made her giggle so so hard.

Bruce "wasn't good with babies" he still claimed but that girl was a clear exception, his shining light and shooting star.

The press ate it up whenever Bruce was out and about with her, every man in the family doted on her. She's a spoiled little shit but she's got manners still, her brothers and Bruce made it a point for her not to just be another spoiled asshole.

You were worried about having a kid and how stressful it would be but between Alfred, the boys and Bruce, you almost never had to get outta bed in those early hours. (Especially cause they were already up most likely.)

Every little drawing she did he kept and he had a picture of her next to the Batcomputer to go along with the photo of you and him with the boys and the one of his parents. Family is what drove him now, not Vengence but protecting his family, you, his sons and his sweet little girl.

(Note: ik about Cas and Steph but I wanted to write this in a way that the daughter was a bit more special.)

Tim: Anna loved Tim to bits, right now he had her in the swings as he did silly faces at her whenever she would get closer. He gently pushed her back and forth. She had a clear favorite between you two.

"Daddy!" She was squealing and giggling doing faces back at him, he was entertaining her whilst you set up the picnic for food.

Thankfully, the wind had calmed itself down and you could put the blanket and basket down.

"Guys! Lunch!" You shouted before Tim slowed the little girl down which caused her to get upset.

"Daddy! Again!" She whined and pouted crossing her little arms.

"No, Anna. Mommy made food now we gotta eat okay?" Tim picked her up out of the swing and as soon as he did that she was immediately changing her attitude. Food and Daddy? She was definitely happy with that.

"Mommy made food?!" She was excited as she ran tword the picnic blanket.

She sat down as did Tim before chowing down, you did the same and made sure Anna's drink was open for her to drink out of. The little girl had jelly all over her face by the time the she was almost done eating and thought it was funny to rub her jelly filled face against Tim's.

Instead of getting angry he wiped peanut butter on her cheek which made her squeal and hide behind you.

"No, Mommy." She whined, Tim was happy she was spending more time with you now cause he knew how bad it hurt when she'd choose him over you nine times out of ten and he was trying to get her to spend time with you equally.

Damian: Damian being the asshole he is, no one would expect him to fall to his knees over his little boy, for him to smile when he tickled the small mini-me he had.

Enzo's eyes shined like emeralds as he played eith his father but when Enzo played with Titus? The boys eyes looked closer to Kryptonite with the way they were so full of life and happiness.

Enzo would pull on the poor Great Dane and he'd laze all over Titus. Damian and Titus were so paitent with the boy. Enzo would pull on the Great Dane and hug on him and nk matter how grumpy Titus could get he would never snap at Enzo.

When walking in the park with Enzo in the stroller you'd be walking Titus as well, Titus's head was on a swivvel and he'd never let anyone hurt you but also especially the precious cargo that was snoring in the covered stroller.

"Doggy!" Enzo was trying to find Titus and even with him being across the house he bolted to Enzo as soon as he was called foor. Damian didnt know what made him get up so fast so of course he was worried and grabbed his sword to follow the dog but as soon as he got there? Enzo hugging on the dog.

"Daddy and Doggy!" Enzo burped abd giggled as he saw the two of them, he was sitting in your lap and coloring in his coloring book.

Damian later placed one of those in Titus's doghouse and one on his desk. Titus was a watchful protector and protected the innocent young boybfor just about anything...the fireplace, the pool, putting his hands in the toilet.

That dog was practically a third parent which made life a lot easier, Titus knew when Enzo cried it was probably due to him missing him so he'd leave his bed at the end of yours and Damian's and sleep next to the crib which calmed the small boy.

Masterlist <-

[seilahdiaries]

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡 ?

in which ❝ . your their rapunzel girl . ❞

۪ ֹ ᮫ warnings . . . none? strict household maybe. and fluff જ⁀➴ ⋮ ⌗ 𝓯! reader x the outsiders !

🌞 idk why i randomly thought of a rapunzel coded reader but i did lmao. should i do like a belle or aurora one ??

now playing . . . something that i want - grace potter

𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗬𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦 .

you’re not really allowed to go out, so he comes over after school with you with his book and lays on the floor reading them outloud to you. so cute!

you’re obsessed with reading and poetry like him, so you always ask what pony thinks a line means. and then he starts yapping while you listen ☺️.

you guys draw stars on the ceiling of your room together.

eventually, after proving he’s a “good kid,” your parents start getting looser and start letting you go out— only with him.

but he never— ever. minds being stuck inside with you.

the curtains flutter. you’re lying on your bed, fingers dangling off the edge. and he’s looking through your book shelf, flipping through a paperback.

“hey. doesn’t it get boring? being stuck here with me?”

he glanced at you. then smiles softly.

“nah, not if i’m stuck here with you.”

𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗣𝗢𝗣 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦 .

you’re always painting— the room is covered in canvases and you paint on non-traditional things too. you even have one of him which is totally not giving creep but okay!

whenever he visits you, he brings little things for you to paint. like flowers, matchboxes or shiny wrappers😭.

“i saw this and thought of you,” he says, holding up a wrapper proudly.

you raise a brow. “that’s from a grape candy.”

“yeah but,” he grins, “look at the color, it’s you. you could make it pretty.”

you roll your eyes with a smile, but take it anyway.

you kiss him with paint on your hands, smudging it on his cheeks and jaw.

he always makes sure everytime he visits— its memorable. like he’ll slow dance with you in the middle of your room, literally cry when he saw the portrait you made of him. crash all of your canvases tryna show of his aerobatics.

and then you’re stuck putting a bandaid on his temple and still inside 😒.

𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘 .

you guys definitely fill pots and leave them on your porch, watching little plants grow.

you always keep a tiny light on, maybe a candle, in your room— “just in case you pass by.”

he carves yalls initial into a tree you can see from your window with his blade, for sure. like I KNOW he would.

whenever you’re not allowed to go outside, he’s nearby the window and talking to you from below. like a literal fairytale.

“you’re not suppose to be here,” you whisper. johnny grins up at you, hands in his pocket. “yeah. but i missed you.”

“you’re gonna get a knot in your neck if you keep showing up like this,” you call softly, leaning your elbows on the sill.

“worth it.”

“you say that now,” you hum, “but when you can’t look side to side, don’t blame me.”

“i’ll just look up, then. that’s where you are, ain’t it?”

you’re guys’s love is so quiet and cute it almost feels made up. i need that.

𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡 .

you’ve never kissed anyone before him and it’s all he can think about.

he pulls back just barely, breath still warm against your lips, his hand resting at your jaw like he’s keeping you steady.

“sweet little lips,” he mutters out.

he grins, crooked and slow, mouth brushing against yours again—

“you keep kissin’ me like that, i’m gonna think you like me or somethin’.” he teases.

he teases you a lot for being a “sweet little thing,” but he always shows up when the lights go out.

you write his name over and over in the margins of your journal, book, recipe books, etc.

he steals you a red lipstick and tells you to wear it for some reason😭.

for sure teaches you how to sneak out.

but you teach him how to care.

𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦 .

you iron his shirts in the living room and sway to old music on the radio.

i could totally see him building you a bookshelf with his own hands.

but you always do small hobbies that he loves. like when you embroider pillowcases with his and yours initials. always brushing and braiding your hair. or strumming a guitar.

“twenty minutes,” you murmur, stepping back from the dough and reaching for your brush.

you sit by the window, sunlight warm on your cheek as you work through tangles, braiding over your shoulder. you glance at the door like— maybe this time he’ll get off work early today.

the smell of fresh bread soon fills the room.

𝗧𝗪𝗢-𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗪𝗦 .

you write your dreams in a lilac pen and let him read them sometimes. he usually ends up poking fun at them but it’s fine😣.

he always climbs the side of your house instead of the front door to deliver snacks and a singular rose he stole from a yard. IM A FIRM BELIEVER ALMOST ALL THE GANG WOULD STEAL FLOWERS TO GIVE TO YOU.

he always puts on his favorite songs to show you, and the first time he did it was elvis rock-n-roll. you were flabbergasted.

he lets you put ribbons and bows on his hair, sometimes even braids. “as long as you promise to laugh.” he always says.

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘 .

watching him work on his car through the window and waves with a smirk when he catches you.

he lowk teaches you how to steal stuff to “feel alive.” 😭

he also would fix you up a bike so you could go visit him too when you were allowed.

he leaves his jacket for you, either in your room or on the porch railing whenever it rains. idk why but he does!

you print out tiny photos of him and tape them to your mirror, or even just having a page in your scrapbook about him..

“didn’t know i looked good enough for a scrapbook.”

“you look good enough for a hundred,” you murmur back, and he goes quiet.

eyes scanning the page, this time he’s got nothing cocky to say— just stands with a crooked smile and pretending like his heart isn’t doing backflips.

he also keeps something of yours in his glove compartment, like a nail polish or a ring. which is special considering he only has a random wrench and old cigarette boxes in there!

[mazamba]

"You need what?"

"I know it's a lot to ask," cut in Danny before Batman could go from confused to angry, "Just let me explain. I swear it's for a good reason."

Batman eyed his teammate skeptically. King Phantom was one of the League's newest and youngest members. Despite his unorthodox introduction to the team, he and his sister, Stray, had proven to be valuable additions to the Justice League and to the Teen Titans respectively. He was tall and imposing, despite his relatively slender frame. His visage was made the more menacing by the Crown of Fire that hovered above his head in a tiny version of the Aurora Borealis instead of his predecessor's green flames, the royal armor over his jumpsuit, and the fur-trimmed coat made of a rippling window into space.

"Ok, so you know how Bruce Wayne adopted Cassandra Cain, but she's David Cain's biological daughter, right?"

"..."

"...right! So, at some point, David sold human eggs on the black market," he continued, "you have no idea how hard it was to get the information on Vlad's supplier, but we did figure out that he bought the eggs from Cain for his experiments and then completely messed up the cloning process."

"How?"

"We have no idea! But my clone, my sister, has my ghost DNA, but part of mine and someone else's human DNA."

"What makes you think it's Cassandra's?"

He pulled out his phone, a two-year-old model with a cracked screen, and showed him the face of his sixteen-year-old sister in her human form next to a picture of Bruce's own eighteen-year-old daughter from a tabloid.

"She looks a lot like me," he admitted, "but she also looks a lot like Cassandra Cain, so we think Vlad got a sample mixed up or forgot to take out a nucleus or something and made-."

"A daughter instead of a clone."

It was a good thing Phantom wasn't particularly good at reading body language, or his tightening fist might've alerted him that something was wrong.

"I mean... sort of? It's different with clones. She's technically my daughter but I turned nineteen, like, a month ago, so I don't thi- I'm getting off track! The point is, Dani's destabilizing again and I need a clean DNA sample to help her. I tried to get into Wayne manor, but the place is warded to hell and back. You know Bruce Wayne, right? Can you help me talk with Cassandra?"

Batman sighed and turned his head to Phantom's right.

"Orphan."

"Motherfu-! How long has she been standing there!?"

She didn't respond to his yelp/question and instead turned to Batman.

"Take a tube to Gotham and ask Cassandra Wayne for a DNA sample."

Orphan nodded and walked off to the tubes.

"... Is it just me or was she a little quieter than usual?"

Bruce sighed, not looking forward to whatever his week was about to become.

[ghelullu]

Okay so Frankfurt skeletour ritual!!

I probably forgot a lot, because it WAS a lot. Tldr: fucking amazing. They're all so good. The long version is under the cut

The bass was on 90000, felt in your entire body

No Swiss (and no, papa didn't mention it at all)

Peacefieeeeeeeeeld 😭😭😭😭🤌🏽 it's SO so so so good live with the added synths

papa sounds absolutely fucking amazing

During spirit he lasciviously rubbed up his thigh while looking me into the eye and I perished

We got Faith again (instead of Pinnacle) and he said Dummkopf

He got rid of the teleprompter, which makes total sense - he wasn't looking at it ever because he's way too busy interacting with his crowd (aka killing us)

Majesty got replaced this time by CMLS (Swiss vocals were missed a lot here)

Germans were germanly clapping and he channeled his inner Terzo and gave me a tiny stamp of approval for clapping correctly (years of playing jazz on the saxophone finally paid off, my teacher would be so proud)

He thanked us for our patience after the post cmls change, very polite man

Rain is an excellent bass player and he's getting more and more sassy

At one point papa ran behind the stage and seemed to stumble over the drum stage thingy step, bless him

He wanted us to not be gentle but rough with him despite being new again, slut

No jacket for TFIAL, only the silky shirt, I died again

The mitre with the wings seemed more stable, I guess they fixed it to the mask or something

Holding eye contact with him when he bends over with the red light in his face during a Hell Satan is FINE

The backdrop Deflation worked mostly fine this time, only a bit got stuck on the edge. No close calls for any ghoulettes

Speaking of ghoulettes: at one point aurora and the new one joined dew at his side of the stage and it was very cute

Dew was hobbling around with his big boot, poor guy, but he did well!! Got a big shout out from papa before squammer

He also didn't seem to lose his pants as much, but jesus christ are they tailored to the crotch (not a complaint)

When umbra started no one visibly knew the song but me in the area and he looked into my eyes and, while starting singing, fixed his collar and I died yet again (if you know the song already, then you understand even more why)

With no Swiss there, new ghoulette was playing the cowbell

The guitar/keyboard bit in umbra is so incredibly sexy

He fucking ciriced Jesus (a cosplayer in a jesus costume, not their stage manager) at least it looked like that from where I was standing, please correct me if you were near there and I'm wrong. Also the sparkly mask is SO sparkly

Mummy dust. He did the Copia butt grab thing and stuck his tongue out (slut), choked himself with the ascot (slut) and for the thrusting bit put a leg on a box and went low for some very biblical hip movement (slut)

The mummy dust amount and coverage was... Not very good, mightve been bc of the odd shape of the venue (I think they usually have more cannons)

Bouncy papa in KTGG. Also his shirt rode all the way up, full stomach.

Made a not bad face at our singing participation esp during dathoml but we did fail the ch ch ch but badly, tbf

He seemed less smiley than in Manchester and what others described during the last few rituals. Not sure if that's bc of the ✨things✨ or because he's trying to keep himself from grinning the whole time (sometimes he squeezes his lips together in a way that looks like he's doing that), was more smiley during the encore though

He mentioned ghost. Like. As the name of the band. On stage??? I was shook bc I've never heard him do that in character!!?

For the anon who asked if cirrus does her sexy solo thing in monstrance clock: yes she does, everyone bow to the queen

After monstrance clock the Germans germaned again and shouted zugabe, zugabe, Which he pretended not to understand upon returning to the stage

"Do you think we are cheesy? Do you like cheese(y)?? (loud German cheer because we do love cheese) Then we are the right band for you, I give you Käse!!!"

Papa also said that he doesn't know much German, only a little bit "ungefähr" he always knows the most random words

Bouncy papa for Dance Macabre again. No wobble wobble though, sad.

Papa and phantom twirl!!!! Also papa twirling at the front of the stage and the behind the stage walking area

Squammer rocks always

Phantom is an absolutely amazing guitar player, it can't be said enough, and he's also becoming more and more of an entertainer too

One of rains picks bounced off my forehead and someone picked it up and kept it :((( (I didn't see it incoming bc of dude in front of me and his hat)

Other notes

Security was good (at least what I saw), especially ghosts own security crew is excellent, very fun and friendly, handing out water, joking around with fans, a+++ guys

The vip items are an insult there's no other words for this lmao

The org for leaving the venue was bad with a stream of people walking to their jackets crossing the stream of people leaving, it took forever

I had an amazing spot in the 3rd/4th row and everytime you make eye contact with Papa you die, it's like a superpower of his

Eye contact with the ghouls is extremely cool due to their mask making their eyes only barely visible

If you are wearing a big hat to a concert and don't take it off during the concert you're a fucking asshole and deserve to be punched in your face 5 times

The whole stage setup is still so cool. As far as I could tell the THE spotlight situation got mostly solved, at least I didn't encounter it (if you know you know). The lights from the big grucifix lighting rig are incredibly bright if they hit you in the face though, like I was so close to putting on my sunglasses at one point 😂but they're never on like this for long!

Edit: added thoughts that I forgot previously

He didn't miss the start of dathoml this time

Still doesn't know lyrics to faith and many other songs (I say lovingly, bc same)

They soundchecked nocturnal me (I didn't hear much and only realised it was that after someone posted this) and if they play this and I don't get any recordings of that I will die (according to twitter they also soundchecked depth of Satan's eyes!)

Phantom mvp, again.

Germans germaning vs the poor ghoulbangers lady; most of us FLEE when there's an interview person, but luckily there's always a Rampensau (affectionate) ready to save the rest of us

His vocals are so good, god.

Papa is really going through it during satanized, protecting his head and crouching down suffering on the stairs during the guitar solp

Peeeaaacefieeeeld

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

[szarina]

Hellooooo!!!!

For the yandere zayne fic, what is the kids' realize that their parents are not in a normal relationship without even the mother telling them

They just knew from her reactions to him, and now they fear him (they still try to hide it, but he's a doc, so he knows)?

Zayne tries to fix this

❆ ₊⋆ content warnings. implied noncon + stockholm syndrome

From where he stands — he can see the middle of the living room was transformed into a sea of blankets. Soft blue and whites swirls into a color similar to one snowy day. The living room where under the warm sun of the afternoon. Shadows of leaves rustling outside danced inside the living room.

A plate of warm cookies were place above in the coffee table. He sees his wife and his children, the twins. Aurora was behind you playing with your hair and Yue was sulking in the corner of the blanket. Probably got teased again by his sister and mother.

He was yet to take his shoes off when he hears you call his youngest child. “Yue.” There's a softness in your voice although amusement was present in them. “Mama won't tease you anymore.” He can hear the laugh in your voice that you were trying to stifle.

“Look, Mommy. Yue's ears are red.” A smile twitches on his lips before he can stop it. The sound of his daughter's giggles bubbles in the air. It deepens the pout on his son's face but nonetheless is walking towards you. His tiny footsteps scrunching the blanket under his steps.

You know him when he comes home and you turned your head to greet him. “Welcome home.” You murmured. The twins instantly freeze, burying their faces to your side and he sees how your face morphed into confusion at their sudden behavior.

Zayne knows it's because of him. He have no need to justify or explain. Children are perceptive and his were no different. It hurts him in a way he can't explain but still you try. It must be punishment from the way they were conceived and they're hating him for it.

You noticed the change in your twins, suddenly acting timid from their previous bursts of laughter with you. They were scared. Unconsciously scared of their father. It wasn't their intention but perhaps your facade were cracking. Slipping into the cracks about the hatred and the unspoken that you can't speak of but you weren't cruel to tell your twins or let them know what really happened and Zayne didn't give them a reason to hate.

Zayne still deserves to be a father to his twins even though it falls short on the emotional aspects.

“Hey, Aurora. Tell daddy what we did today.” Gently coaxing your daughter out to talk. She raises her head from your shoulder. Her round eyes the color of your own looks unsure before looking at you, replacing with something warm and being over the moon.

“We baked cookies today.” Aurora tells him but her fists are still curled up to you. “For whom?” You asked gently. “For Daddy...” She stammers like she was forgetting something and then it was like a light bulb had appeared above her head. “and Yue!”

“Can you give daddy a cookie?” Aurora nods before taking a warm cookie and walking towards him. Zayne accepts it without hesitation. “Thank you.” His daughter went to you before plopping down.

Yue remains silent. Looking at him silently as if he was observing him. They were staring at each other and both posseses the same stubborn gene.

You gave him a small smile. Assuring him that it's going to be fine. The twins were still adjusting to whatever this is. Zayne leans down to press a kiss on your forehead and giving his children a kiss the top of their head.

“Mommy?”

Aurora's tiny voice pipes up besides you before crawling to your lap. You were on their bedroom. Reading a bedtime story like you always does with your husband of course but he got held in the hospital, something about casualties of Wanderer-related injuries.

“Yes, Aurora?” The gentleness of your voice bounces in the quiet of the room while you brush Yue's hair with your fingers. He's curled up in your side. His head resting on your chest, he shifts besides you. Listening to the conversation.

“Daddy's scary.” Your eyes widen at what your daughter had said. Disbelief painted in your face before softening. Aurora curls up to you.

“Why is daddy scary?” The question was a pure curiousity. Rubbing soft circles in her back to soother her. She raises her head and you found looking in your own eyes. She shifts her gaze as if contemplating before her attention is being focused on Yue. “Tell Mommy, Yue.” She whispers to her younger twin.

“You're always sad, Mommy when Daddy's near.” Yue says snuggling closer to you. They see it. How your eyes slowly loses the light when their father is near even you kissed him and smile. That you're holding their father like he might hurt you but still you smile.

You fall into a silence before responding.

Shaking your head, you let out a mmm. “Mommy's not sad when Daddy's near. Mommy's been always like this and it doesn't mean that Daddy is scary.”

It turns to be more damaging than it should be for the eyes of your children gets glassy. The blame shifts immediately.

“Did we make you sad, Mommy?”

Your lips tremble a bit. Tears pooling at the corner of your eyes at the innocent question. Thinking they made you sad. You mourned for the life they were about to experience. They should not know what it took to bring them in this world, that you didn't want them.

“No. You can never make Mommy sad.”

In your arms they were like little kits. Nestled in your arms for warmth and safety. “Yue and Aurora doesn't make her sad. They made her happy. You make Mommy happy.” You explained.

“Don't be scared of Daddy. Did he do something bad to scare you?”

“No.”

“Daddy's good, okay?”

“Okay.” And with that their breaths even out and you let the tears fall.

It took awhile. Slowly, Yue and Aurora were opening up to him. What once hiding behind you, they run towards him. Eager for their father and he welcomed them with open arms for they were his precious children.

For the sake of your twins, you didn't wanted them to be scared of him. They does not take part of your weakness by succumbing to him and deny them of a well deserved childhood. He was making efforts and that was enough. He cared.

It was your sorry of a reason but it's okay. You can endure. He's the best father and a husband anyone could wish for if you can only ignore what really happened to conceive the twins.

And when he looks at you and see the tired smile on your face and everything that molded you to be this person today....

There are things that can't be fixed.