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ballerinagwen · 9 months

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Kung Fu Panda Series Observation/Theories: Peach Tree symbolism🍑

Hi all! I feel like the majority of the fandom-pandom for kfp is losing their s$&ts from the trailer released for the fourth film; respectively, I also agree and am currently obsessing over ANY details from the clips released! (I know what the wiki page says about the Furious 5 only having a BRIEF MOMENT but please dreamworks, just bring those beautiful babes back and don’t forgot about them!👏)

Anyway, here’s some observation points I’m noticing and then drawing possible theories, just to help ease my brain from any hurt that may be to come from the movie released next year😭

*Basically, it’s all about the Peach Tree*

FYI: I will predominantly be referencing my notes from the FILMS and not the short films/separate series since I don’t know much about those films. The ONLY one I will be referencing is from “Secrets of the Scroll” since the Peach Tree is heavily symbolized (and I live for Tigress content🐯).

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1st pic] Coming from the kfp4 trailer, this beautiful ass Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom is prospering for who knows how long this franchise (and turtle man’s death) occurred. Big thing to note is not only the tree itself, but the tiny tree located to the left of Po. I believe that’s the same tree from the first movie, where Shifu and Oogway would plant a new sapling during their conversation about angry boi and sh$&ting on how useless Po is to them🥲

*sidenote: from the trailer, there is a scene where Po is watching the blossoms move in the wind. This did remind me of Oogway’s passing from the first film so whether a ‘change/transition’ could occur is something to consider. Also, I don’t know if that scene takes place at the beginning, middle or end of the forth movie so hopefully more content will be released soon😊👏

2nd pic] The second picture below references this idea— furthermore, from the wiki page, Oogway replanted the peach sapling (the one where Master Master took his feelings out on the tree and a seed fell down), in order to represent how using effective teaching methods towards Po will not only help the panda learn Kung-Fu but also be able to defeat Tai Lung. Congrats then to Shifu for taking the turtle’s advice because now we are getting a fourth film (and all the separate shorts too).

Also from the 1st movie, when Oogway is meditating (before Shifu f$&n interrupts his yoga session) the Peach Tree is actively losing its petals, and then WE ARE TREATED TO THE BEAUTY AND HEARTACHE OF OOGWAY’S DEATH IN ONE OF THE MOST ICONIC CINEMATIC MASTERPIECES OF ALL TIME!!!🪦 So, tree loses petals= loss, death of something? Towards the end of kfp1, the tree starts getting its petals back= rebirth, growth, gain???

3rd pic] - From Secrets of the Scroll, before events of kfp1

Ok, so our beautiful tiger girl is given some much needed spotlight in this short; followed by some emotional damage and teenage issues (like having to fight a boar, prove your worth to your adoptive red panda father, etc…) And, there is the one scene that basically mimics Oogway’s talk with Po (except its grandpa and granddaughter.)

Tigress, as a teenager just got s$&t on by Shifu for getting the wrong group of people to fight pig man (thus Furious Five was born.) She takes some therapeutic, albeit depressive-episode moment time by Peach Tree till Oogway joins her and gives some loving advice: screw dad and prove your worth to yourself👍👍

We then get treated to a beautiful, strong independent woman and her comrades for future films! My note from this pic is that the blossoms are not gone (unlike Oogway’s deathbed scene), so this could also symbolize growth, aspiration, understanding your self-worth (like Po’s from first movie- 4th pic)

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Notes about Peach and Peach Blossom symbolism in China🍑

. “Also known as “Fairy Fruit”, all of its parts are used in Chinese traditional medicine as a cure for several diseases…” ( located under PEACHES category, website, 12/29/2023, https://www.nonsolobacchette.com/post/the-hidden-meaning-of-peaches-in-chinese-art )

. Also from same article, the peach has been associated with immortality and longevity (could explain why Oogway’s lived for such a long ass time too, apart from the fact he’s also a turtle.)

. Good fortune is another symbol for the peach (considering the luck Po has got, maybe those peaches were watching after him!)

Peach blossom trees also represent longevity: they bloom in March and represents spring.

And, DA DA DA….. peach blossoms also symbolizes love!❤️ From the article, since the trees bloom in March, that’s a prime time for weddings to occur (hm, wonder what that could mean .. cough cough 🐼🐯)!!!! Could also be just general love for friends, family too.

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Anyway these were just some notes and observations I saw from the trailer. Truthfully, Dreamworks may be watching the fandom from afar or completely ignoring us but I do hope that the forth film won’t destroy all the beauty and intelligence that the franchise had carried before (especially with the first two films.)

#kung fu panda #tipo #dragon warrior #dreamworks #symbols #peaches #kfp 4 #kfp #po and tigress

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apocketfullofmuses · 1 year

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@heroicpaths | moving for the beta editor from X

Caden, meanwhile, was trying to wrap his head around it. Sure, weird things happened– especially for them, who grew up surrounded by superheroes. He never thought grandpa Jack could ever be one of those things though. And yet, here he was standing in front of them, somehow. Jack watched as the woman walked into the room– the kids’ mom, he figured, and Matty’s wife. Her words were a little confusing though. “Patch up?” He frowned, looking back at Sophie– she wasn’t hurt ( surely Jack would have noticed that? ), but why would her mom think that she was? And again? What the hell was going on? “Why, is everything okay?” “Yeah, great!” Caden replied instead– it made sense Sophie wouldn’t have told him about Daredevil yet. Surely this was a conversation their dad should have with him, not them. It would be an interesting conversation to say the least. “Just, uh… don’t worry about that. Sophie, maybe we should show him around the place until dad gets here? Or something?”

"Yeah," Felicity was quick to agree with her son's suggestion, "why don't you two show Jack your rooms, while I call your dad." The blonde let out a bubble of nervous laughter as she turned away to find her phone, silently reminding herself to be more careful about what she said.

Thinking on her feet, Sophie grabbed Jack's arm, a slightly too bright grin on her lips as she steered him out of the living room following Caden. "Lets start with my room, it's usually tidier than Caden's." Opening the door to her room, she flicked on the light switch - and was glad that for once she didn't have any of her weaponry laying out; they really didn't need to be explaining to their grandpa why she had a set of billy clubs. "This is how I recognised you," she reached over and pulled a framed picture down from the wall. "I had this by my crib when I was a baby - mom did the same for Caden too." She didn't elaborate on why only Felicity had made sure her brother had a picture of their grandpa; finding out about Thanos would probably be a lot more than Jack was ready for right now.

While the kids kept Jack busy, Felicity called her husband's burner phone. "Honey, I need you to come home, right now; it's nothing dangerous - we have a visitor ... and you need to see him." She was trying so hard to sound calm, but it was pointless - Matt would hear the emotion in her voice even over the crappy burner phone. In a way, she could almost understand what this would mean for Matt - while the circumstances were completely different, Felicity remembered what it had meant to her when she'd finally her own dad. "Oh! I'll leave a change of clothes for you on the roof - this isn't a Daredevil moment."

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jjungkookislife · 9 months

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Hey 😁 I just finished reading HFTH 2, it took a while cause I had to read it in batches to really savor it 😂 And I want to apologize in advance cause I know this is all over the place with me just fangirling and reacting to what’s happening 😅

I already love Jk’s mom the moment she gave MC the chocolate that Seojun made. She can “force” feed me delicious food, especially desserts, any day 😌

I was like 😬 when Aera was suspecting something was fishy with them cause they weren’t “affectionate enough” 👀 but then I was like 🥴 cause it just means they’re gonna amp up the PDA and I’m so ready for it 😉

They’re so freakin adorable when she asked for a goodnight kiss and then he heard her squeal after going inside, I just can’t 🥺

I agree with her “You’re lucky you’re cute,” when he wakes her. They have to have that face to force me to wake up early 😤 lol

O M G the scene from the teaser !!!!! Seojun and Saraí were the intruders 🫣 And I love how MC bonded almost instantly with Saraí 🥰

And Jimin already planning his room on Jk’s future apartment 😂

Grandma Jeon is something else and I LOVE HER! She’s both intimidating and endearing. All your female characters are so awesome, their personalities are all completely different yet interesting and lovable 😌

It’s so hilarious how MC is bewildered at how Luna is treated, that’s one pampered dog 😂

Luna Patrice Jeon — Jk’s dog-aunt Jk’s dad’s little sister 🤣

And this scene when Jin flirts with MC:

— “Hey!” Jungkook stomps his foot. His cute bunny nose scrunching. “You’re my girlfriend!” How adorable is he? 🥺

And the stroll with their dogs? SO CUTE 🥹

Jk’s reaction when Yoongs exposed his breeding kink 🤣 but also MC’s reply 🫢 They are a riot 😂

The make-out scene in front of the giant Christmas tree at the mall 🫣

And then THE AWAITED “BED SCENE” 😳🫠

They said they liked each other afterwards!?!?! 🥳

The scene with the sledding and Koo’s giant snowball 🥺

But also Jimin asking MC “Are you free next Christmas?” 👀 I don’t think so Min 🥴

Their “pillow talks” in bed 🥺

THE AWAITED “BED SCENE” PT. 2 🥵

But they’re getting loud and as hot as it is, I’m sweating cause there’s now way no one is hearing them right? 😅 and i think Grandma Jeon is next door 😱

I felt so relieved when everything was normal the next day 😮‍💨

And when Gramdma Jeon started to talk about her love story with Grandpa Jeon, it was 🥰🥹🥺😭🤧

And I would’ve been so guilty too 😔 I’m glad they came clean about it

But I also wasn’t surprised that Grams knew all about the scheme 😏 but 🤦‍♀️ when it was because of Jimin 😂

But I’m so happy that there wasn’t anymore necessary drama and that they all talked it out and fixed it ☺️

Minji is the coolest Grandma ever, who else would gift their grandson his future home with his newly introduced gf 💅 Where’s can I find someone like her in my life? 😭😂

And when they ratted out Min to the others cause he’s the reason that Con Jungkook’s Grandma mission was a fail 🤣

The snowball fight scene 😌

THEY FINALLY MADE IT OFFICIAL!!!! 🥳😍🥹😭🤧

That was such a beautiful ending to a beautiful story 🥹 this was written so well, you’re amazing! I loved every bit of it, each character was so unique with interesting personalities. This MC and Koo is officially part of my fav couple in all of your stories. The list is growing so much and I love it 🥰 This was really good, thank you for sharing it with us. All your hard work paid off cause this was 🤌

As always, I’m so excited to read what you have in store for us in the future but I hope you are taking your much needed rest after writing this masterpiece 😉 Take care always 💜

Hello! I'm glad you got to read it and savor it lol 🥰

SPOILERS

I adore Aera lol she loves to host and feed anyone who comes over! She reminds me of my grandmother lol

Aera is definitely suspicious but one of her character "flaws" is that she expects Jungkook and the MC to be like Seojun and Saraí and while his brother and Saraí are very lovey-dovey wherever they are, Aera expects the same from JK and Dae is like uh no? they don't have to be all over each other lol

fun fact: I added her squeal and him hearing it in one of my read-throughs so it wasn't a thing until this week lol but I think it fits them well lol and it's a nice little comical relief 🥰

I do not like being woken up lmao when I was a teen, my family knew better than to wake me because I was grouchy so I would miss out on takeout and whatnot because they knew I'd be upset lol I think I have a lot of grouchy reader inserts so I'm just realizing I do that a lot. whoops!

Yes! It was Seojun and Saraí! JK and MC were too busy kissing to hear them coming into the home and up both sets of stairs 😂 Jungkook was definitely a little miffed they interrupted lmao but at least Seojun was more likely to fall for it now. It's unusual for Jungkook to keep stuff this big from him, so he was a bit suspicious. Saraí is very friendly, she mostly spent the holidays with her family because they always did big events and Seojun would normally go to his parents for a bit and then to her family's home. So Jungkook didn't know her all that well, but she's good at reading people so she was suspicious from the get-go.

Jimin planning his room in the apartment was also added later on lol it seemed to fit his character well and I imagine he will have his own room there until JK and MC need it for their kids, then he'll have an attic game room because he's Jimin and it's hard to say no to him lmao

I LOVE Grandmother Jeon! I wasn't sure how I was going to make her personality at first but it kinda just manifested into what she is now lol Kinda like dog-mom meets lovable grandmother meets Golden Girl lol thank you! that's such a huge compliment about their personalities because it's hard sometimes to make everyone different at times 💜💜💜

Grandmother Jeon loves Luna so much lol she takes her everywhere including her cruise and to the slot machines in her purse. Kinda reminds me of Suga Mama and Puff from The Proud Family lmao Luna is spoiled to bits and leaving her with Jungkook and MC to go on a walk was a major sign of trust on her part

One thing Jimin is going to do is flirt! Seokjin as well lmao he's mostly joking but also maybe not? lmao who knows

Namjoon loves to start chaos and watch it unfold lmao and Yoongi's loves to ruffle feathers. Jungkook's giant snowball was in my head for ages lmao I had to include it

The bed scene! I love a one-bed trope lol I almost let them share a bed in part 1 but then I rethought it and JK went to the couch and that's how Grandmother Jeon ended up mixing up her hotel reservation all leading to the bed trope and them admitting they like each other

I'm so glad you mentioned Jimin asking if MC was free next year lmao he didn't know about them admitting to liking each other and JK was definitely happy he nailed him that GIANT snowball at the park 😂😂😂

Their pillow talk in bed 🥺 they're falling for each other! like it's wild they started all this out just being acquaintances and each other's crush to sharing a bed and falling in love

JK definitely wishes their first time was in his apartment just so he could hear her moans without them being muffled and Grandmother Jeon's room was across the hall from theirs but her and Luna are deep sleepers. Jungkook's parents are further down the hall but they sleep with earbuds in (which isn't 100% safe so I assume their fire alarm also has a phone alert and maybe some lights or vibrations to wake them) but nobody heard them 👀👀👀

Grandmother Jeon loved her husband so much! But she continues to live her life to the fullest for herself and for him. She loves spending time with her friends, Luna, and the slot machines. She doesn't take herself too seriously, and she may be a flirt but she has no real interest in pursuing a relationship at the moment. She loves having the freedom to go where she wants, when she wants at the drop of a dime

Ah, Jimin and his mouth lmao it came later to me that Grandmother Jeon would already know about the scheme but I didn't know how she would find out, and then boom! Jimin is a talked, he's home for the holidays, and so is Grandmother Park and she DOTES on her baby and Jimin gets a loose tongue when he's being spoiled with affection and homemade pie. He genuinely thought she'd forget, but Grandmother Park loves a good gossip session with her bestie Grandmother Jeon when she's in town 😂

I love a good happy ending :) and they definitely tattled on Jimin the moment they could lmao they were fucked from the start and didn't even knot it. However, Grandmother Jeon adores her grandkids and their partners so she's happy to gift them a home to get them started. I think she would have done so regardless but JK's relationship was definitely a push to get things going.

I think the snowball scene was good to wrap things up and bring in the boys one more time before the end since they were such a huge part of the scheme lol

JK was elated to make it official 😍😍😍 that boy is in LOVE!

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and I'm glad I actually got to work on it after 3 years. Now all my boys have a Christmas fic and I'm so happy with them <3 Though it's been years since Seokjin and Yoongi's, so I may eventually write new ones that are more on par with my writing now but who knows, I want to focus on fics I haven't updated in a while :) I have some drabbles planned for this couple, so there will be a lot more of them in the future! Thank you! I always love it when you stop by! It makes my day! Take care as well 💜💜💜

#fic: hfth #sweet feedback 💖#pretty pretty moots 💕

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nella09archive · 1 year

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Marriage. 1

Chapter 1: the meeting

After I came from trying to get pass the fire I came upon a large man. He was attacking my friends. I tried attacking him, but nothing worked. He then asked about my power pole, and turns out he knew my grandpa. Wow! Someone knew my grandpa! This is amazing. Shortly after he asked me to find Master Roshi, and also his daughter, Chichi. He then told me about something about marrying. Whatever that means. I didn’t think much about it. I then flew off to find this Chichi, and go to Master Roshi.

As I flew around, till I heard a scream and went to the nose. Just as was approaching I could have sworn I saw that Yamcha person, driving away. When I made it to the small blue and pink figure, I noticed this person looked like that photo that guy showed me. “Hey, are you Chichi?”

They gave me a weird look, and asked how did I know them. I told them their dad sent me, and to take you to Master Roshi. I told them to get on nimbus so we could go. They pulled my tail to get on; I felt my energy leave me and a sharp pain up my back. I fell off nimbus when they got on. I told them about my tail, and they apologized. Shortly we started heading to Roshi’s.

As we rode I was curious if they were a boy or a girl. Using my foot, I tapped to see if they had ball, and she didn’t. “Oh, so you are a girl. I couldn’t tell.” She screamed and pushed me off nimbus. I fell on the ground hard, and she slammed into a large rock. Once we both continued on our way, she apologize for pushing me. “It hurt you know.” When I looked back, she was smiling.

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As I ran for the Trex I started panicking. Why did I agree to find this Master Roshi person? I understand I have to save my home, but why me. I got scared, since it was getting closer. I shot my blade at it, and it was slice in two. It was so gross I used the laser from my helmet to dispose of it. Then when I turned around this weird looking guy commented me, on what I did. I got scared. “My daddy told me to never speak to strangers.” I was about to shoot him with my laser, till I felt a sharp pain to my neck. Everything went black.

I don’t long I was out, but I felt someone shaking me awake. When I open my eyes it was the guy again. To top it off, he knew my name. He then told me that he loved me. “Wait, are you telling the truth?” He then turned around and gave me this funny look. Shortly after he got in his car and drove away. “I thought you loved.” I said in a sad whisper. I was actually starting to feel like I would cry, till I hear someone ask if I was Chichi.

When I looked up to him, he looked kind of cute. “Don’t tell me, you came to tell me you love me, too.” He looked confused, and then went to tell me about that my father sent him. I was slightly disappointed, but was also happy to be reminded what was my goal. He then told me to get on his funny cloud. It was soft and fluffy. I was having some trouble, he asked if I needed help. I noticed some type of rope and told him I was ok, as I pulled the rope.

Once I got on, he fell off. Why’s that? He then told me that was his tail. I apologized for not knowing, and for hurting him. He forgave me and we were off. As we flew over the desert I felt something tap my female parts. How dare he! I pushed him off, but soon found myself thinking maybe he was showing he liked me. That thought ended when I crushed into a rock.

The rest of the ride I was giggling. He was just so cute. Maybe when we’re older we could marry each other. Oh, wouldn’t that be nice. We could do stuff that I read in those magazines. Like holding hands, hugging, and play together. Oh, maybe even do those romantic stuff, like in the movies. I just was getting more and more excited, the more I thought about it.

We had so much fun flying to this Roshi place. I even saw the ocean. It was so cool. The world is so huge. I wonder if papa would let me travel on my own. If not, maybe, just maybe I could ask papa to let me travel with this boy, named Goku. Oh, it would be so amazing if he said yes. But knowing papa, he’ll say now.

Goku seemed to lost and asked this weird fish for directions. This was just so cool. We then came upon this small island, with a pink house. “Master Roshi!” called out Goku. Soon appeared a weird old man, with a turtle shell on his back. Goku said it was Master Roshi, but I didn’t believe he was. So, I said I should test him to see if he’s the real deal.

I found he was, and was yelled at. Soon after, he took Goku aside to talk to him. While they talked, I looked the small island in wonder. Maybe this place would be nice to visit, to go swimming and enjoy the sun. After all, I never went to the beach before, or even to an island. I stood at Fire Mountain my whole life, and it’s now that I see all this cool stuff. I wish papa let me go on adventures, and have fun. But papa knows best, and after this I have to stay home.

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Once me and Master Roshi finish talking about Bulma going on a walk with him, I called out to Chichi that we’re leaving. When I looked at her, she was making faces. At one second smiling, another frowning. But I didn’t put much thought into it. As we flew back to her home, I did notice she was very quiet. Along this trip she wasn’t that quiet, but returning to her home she was noticeably quiet. I was going to ask till she spoke up.

“I don’t think I asked, but why are you helping me and my papa?”

“Well, you see, me and my friends are trying get this thing, called a dragon ball. Ox King said he think he saw one among his treasure. I couldn’t get pass the fire. So we agreed to help each other. I help him put out the fire, and he’ll let us take the dragon ball. Simple as that.” I don’t think she liked my answer. She looked sad, I didn’t like that. “Hey, wanna play while my friends look for the dragon ball, once the fire is out?” Her face light up with a super big smile and she agreed.

“Like a date?”

I was confused, but I figured that was a type of game or something. “Yeah.” I didn’t think her face would glow, as her smile grew. It grew to were even her eyes shined with joy. I never seen someone do that before, it was nice. I liked it. Come to think about it, I think I like her. She was nice, and she can fly nimbus, when my other friends couldn’t. And the way she smelled was also nice.

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After Master Roshi used his Kamehameha wave to put out the fire, I tried it out before I left with Chichi to play. She took me to this huge flower field, that looked over a shiny lake. I was amazed. Then I notice there was a lone tree, on a hill. Chichi was standing against the tree, and smiling. There was a shade of pink crossing her face; why is that. I then asked her what we were supposed do for this ‘date’? She giggled and said how the boy was supposed to persuade the girl to do something enjoyable.

I thought I got it. Something enjoyable, maybe she mean like sparring. I went in with a punch. She moved just in time, and my hand left an imprint on the tree. We ended up sparring till Oolong came to get me. As I got in the back seat of the new car, Chichi asked me if I would I make her my bride. I didn’t know what that was, and told her. But I don’t think she believed me, as she fidget with her fingers and the pink on her face returned. Maybe she’s talking about food. Whatever it was it made her smile, so maybe it’s a good thing. “Sure Chichi.” With that she did the glowing thing again, and it made me feel like I did something special.

I silently promised myself that I’ll come back. If not for whatever a bride was, but at least to see Chichi make that smile again.

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coeurdastronaute · 2 years

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Atlantis 15

Previously on Atlantis

“A new roof.”

“Mhm.”

“The fence needs repaired and painted. And the garden will have to be dug out.”

“Definitely.”

“The porch needs some boards replaced.”

“Yeah.”

“I think I want to take out this wall and open up the kitchen into the living room. Fix the pocket doors into the study.”

“Pocket doors,” Lexa nodded, writing as quickly as she could in her little notebook as she followed Clarke around the house.

They were strategizing and seeing what came first. Clarke was ready to get her hands dirty. The daughter of an engineer, she was confident-- perhaps too confident, but still, she persisted because she wanted hobbies outside of a lab and she wanted a place to cultivate her own herbs, just like her grandmother.

Lexa was eagerly along for the ride. She considered it an extension of her grandfather’s educational system with allotted time for leave, if needed. But Lexa had been serious when she told Donna that the Titans weren’t really her speed, and her friend respected that for the most part. She didn’t mind the fight or the protecting, just excited to escape any actual responsibilities for a time in her life.

“There are some boards missing around the house on the siding, and I think a full paint might be in order.”

“I agree.”

“And these floors are original, but a sanding should bring them back to life.”

“Beautiful floors.”

“The fixtures. I want to retain anything original.”

“As you should.”

“But I don’t want an old lady house. We modernize where we can.”

“I understand modern.”

“The locks will need fixed, too.”

“Safety first.”

“And vent work. I’d like central air. Probably need to check the chimneys before using the fireplaces.”

“I don’t know if I’m qualified. I’m kind of just a princess.”

“That’s true,” Clarke sighed. “No actual life skills.”

Lexa smiled beside her and shook her head, jotting down the notes she’d have to follow up on if she was going ot make this the house of Clarke’s dreams. She was a quick study and her grandfather was an expert in nearly everything.

“Have you seen me with a trident?”

“Only in my fantasies,” Clarke murmured, looking over her shoulder and eyeing the hero before turning back to the giant mantle. “What are you going to do today? Grandpa have you changing oil yet?”

Lexa chuckled and tucked the pencil behind her ear and the notebook into her back pocket. Clarke took a sip from her mug before grabbing her bag and looking for her keys.

“I have a meeting with my dad later.”

“Everything okay?”

That stopped the scientist from finishing putting on her shoes. It stopped her nearly immediately, in fact. Lexa shrugged and took a sip of her coffee before placing it back down and picking up Clarke’s lunchbox and offering it to her.

“Just wanted to catch up a bit. All has been quiet, as far as I know. Taking Grandpa out to eat.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

Clarke furrowed, stock still and statuesque as her brain moved, whirring around in place, the processing power pushed to the absolute limit as she attacked this news from all directions. She knew what Lexa wasn’t saying-- that there were things happening, behind the scenes. That things would get bad before they got better. That Lexa was not truly here forever. That was the worst fact of them all.

“Have fun and try to stay out of trouble,” she decided was a safe enough suggestion. “Try to keep up with them.”

“I’ll do my best. Have a good day.”

Clarke made it to the door before Lexa jingled her keys, reminding her how important they were, and when she was close enough, held them over her head, demanding payment for them. She saw it melt Clarke, the moment she placed her hand on her hip and kissed her slowly, right in the morning light streaming through the windows.

“I have dinner with the gang after work, so maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I can be around,” Lexa promised. “Don’t want to overstay my welcome though.”

“Well, I plan on paying off your labor bill with lots of sex and potentially baked goods, so you’re welcome anytime.”

“Gods below, you’re perfect,” she grinned, kissing her again, deeper than before, so deep, they were pressed against the front door with no hope of escape for a few moments to counteract it.

Clarke didn’t say anything else though. Just pressed her hand to Lexa’s chest before accepting her keys with a snatch. She kissed the hero’s cheek and slipped out the front door, teasing and wiggling them triumphantly.

“I need to take her on that date,” Lexa whispered to herself as she closed the door and let her forehead rest against the worn wood.

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It wasn’t that Clarke expected anyone to be at her house when she got home. In fact, she was oddly aware that this would be the first time she would be alone in it entirely, though having Lexa over was not unwelcomed in the slightest. She liked that Lexa let her dream, that she didn’t say fixing up a shitty old house was stupid, that the property was too big, that the color was tacky. Lexa took notes and looked ready to make it happen, somehow. The princess didn’t mind that Clarke lived out of a bedroom with boxes piled against a wall so they could work on things. She didn’t care that there wasn’t and wouldn’t be a couch.

In a sentiment, Clarke realized, Lexa was unlike anyone she’d ever met. It was freeing.

And pulling up to her house after work still kept being an unbelievable feeling, even if a shutter or two were falling, and even if the paint was chipping, and even if a very large bush was going to need wrestled out from the back porch. It didn’t matter.

It was slow going, to reintroduce herself to things like dinner with friends on a regular basis, but that didn’t stop her from trying because she had to come out of it all, the grief the guilt the fear of surviving, the disbelief of dating a princess. And she felt that if she kept pushing, eventually, it’d have to work out.

After the long day she had, Clarke was oddly sad, she realized, that she would be alone at home. NOt necessarily said enough to invite anyone back to hang out, but more bummed that a certain someone wasn’t going to be there. It was dumb and she tried to talk herself out of it, but it hung around her car as she drove down newly familiar streets.

There was going to be a bath though, in the large, clawfoot tub she secretly bought the house for. If anything was going to survive her demo and updating, it was that giant thing that felt like a swimming pool.

Once a month-- maybe week-- she nodded to herself. She had water bills to pay now.

The sun was setting as she pulled into her driveway. She nearly missed the form of a newly familiar body, hands on hips, surveying what looked like a fixed and painted fence.

Hair tied up in a high messy bun, shirt sleeves were non-existent, the holes cut down near the hem so ink and sports bra were clearly visible in the dusky light. A paintbrush hung from a back pocket, the pants spattered, though Clarke was unsure which were old and which were new. It was certainly her father’s old shirt, some band neither had heard of. They were probably her grandfather’s pants, rolled up above the ankles to near her knees since they ran too short anyway.

“Shit, I was-- I wasn’t going to be here when you got back,” Lexa itched her neck as she turned to see the scientist approach. “I know you said we’d see each other tomorrow.”

“No, this is-- I’m happy to see you.”

“Yeah?”

It was a stupid smile, Clarke decided. A small, dopey one the princess got when she asked, so she reached up on her tiptoes and kissed her quickly, softly-- altogether absently, an afterthought.

“You fixed my fence?”

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Very okay. It looks good. Straight, even.”

“Some boards needed replaced. I sanded and painted the rest. You said you liked white, so I just did that. The guy at the store said--”

“Lexa, seriously,” Clarke hitched a finger in the long arm hole, tugging it slightly to make her stop before poking her bare side. “This is amazing.”

“I was serious about doing things around here. I like working. I like… you. I like your house. I’ve never-- I’ve never done things for one person, for myself, like my choice.”

She wasn’t bashful about it, just honest, learning them as she said it. Clarke nodded. She leaned over, resting her cheek on Lexa’s shoulder. Her skin felt warm, baked in the sun of the afternoon.

“You’d tell me if I were doing too much?”

“I don’t think we have to worry about that.”

“I mean it.”

“I like having you around. And I know for work you get called out and are gone for who knows how long. I enjoy having you around when I can. I’m not going to complain about my beautiful new fence either.”

With an exaggerated step forward, Clarke placed her hands on it, wiggling it to test its sturdiness. She looked over her shoulder and felt Lexa’s look. She didn’t smile fully, she didn’t say anything, but her eyes were on fire with something inside of her chest. Clarke quelled it, or so it felt. She hoped it was a good thing.

“She’s sturdy,” Clarke nodded appreciatively. Lexa softened then and smiled. “Everything okay?”

“I really wanted to complete something today. It won’t save the world or anything, but… I had to fix something.”

“That bad with your dad?”

Lexa’s lips grew tight and she sighed and shoved the handkerchief she was scrubbing at the dried paint with on her hands into her pocket. She somehow looked smaller, defeated. She was wide but lean, her shoulders broad, but the clothes always seemed to eclipse her. Tall and lanky, she often reminded Clarke of a swimmer’s body, which seemed apt. Long, strong legs, narrow hips, thick trunk. Clarke liked her biceps that flexed and moved as she shrugged. They weren’t large, but they were powerful. She had power to her, and here she was, paint on her chin, shrugging.

Clarke took a deep breath. She was accustomed to seeing Serious Lexa. That wasn’t a foreign concept. But this one was different. This mood had settled and she got an entire fence out of it. If Atlantis continued to stress her girlfriend out, she might get a new roof in the next week or so, and as nice as it sounded, she didn’t want anything at the price of Lexa’s smile.

“Okay. Clean this up and meet me upstairs.”

“I was just going to go back to Pop’s,” Lexa shook her head. “I really didn’t mean to interrupt your night.”

“You’re not. If you really want to go, I won’t stop you or be mad. But if you want to feel better and let me help, you can come upstairs when you’re done.”

It shouldn’t have hurt to see her actually debating it, but Clarke smiled and kissed Lexa’s cheek.

The truth of the matter was, either way, Clarke was truly okay with it. She just wanted to feel like she could help. She couldn’t bench press anything more than the bar, she couldn’t make water bend to her whim, she didn’t have a trident or sword or gun, and even if she did, she wouldn’t know how to do anything with those items. But she could be an ear. That was a good quality to have.

The bath was warm and she dug through boxes as it filled to find the perfect oils to make it smell relaxing and so her skin would be soft and silky. There was an art to a bath. And on the off chance her girlfriend appeared, she wanted it to be ready.

But it was quiet, and Clarke refused to look out the window. Instead, she sunk deep into the tub and let the day and week and month slip away. Her phone played music quietly as her fingertips ran along the edge of the bath. When she heard the seventh step creek she smiled to herself and let her head lull back as well. In just a few seconds, an Atlantean princess was standing in the doorway, leaning there, arms crossed, smile back and tender as ever.

“That smells amazing.”

“It feels amazing.”

Lexa only came forward to kneel beside her though, resting her head on her arm, watching the nearly mint-colored water swirl around with the faintest layer of bubbles. Clarke took a palm full of them and ran them along Lexa’s chin, earning a bigger smile, though she didn’t move to rid herself of them.

“Tell me,” Clarke whispered.

“My cousin… he attacked a few vessels. He’s gearing up for something. My father wants to lock down Atlantis and weed out the traitors, but you can’t do something like that in an efficient amount of time. Anya is hunting him as best she can, but he’s working with others.”

“You couldn’t have stopped it,” the scientist promised. She put more bubbles on her girlfriend’s chin. “Bad men do bad things. You’ll stop him.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Seems you have an entire little group of friends with some powers and know-how that might be able to assist.”

“I can’t ask anyone for help.”

“Why?”

“It’s not… No one else was born to protect their home. I can’t ask someone else to do what I can’t.”

“But they can ask you and you’ll go running?”

“Yeah.”

Clarke nodded, not understanding at all. She rinsed Lexa’s cheek, not breaking eye contact if she didn’t have to.

“Call Donna. Get their help. Save the world. Help me paint the living room. Take me on this alleged date.”

“There’s a date,” Lexa promised.

Only in the quiet did she move her arm enough to pull on the familiar chain that hung from Clarke’s neck. Her crest slowly emerged from the water. She stared and smiled at Clarke’s chest for a multitude of reasons, none of which she wanted to discuss too much.

“You’re going to find and kick Roan’s ass,” Clarke promised. “Will you try?”

“I’ll call Donna.”

“That wasn’t too hard. I should get extra points for pushing you toward a goddess ex and being a bigger person and not being jealous.”

“She wasn’t my-- we were never-- not an ex.”

Clarke shook her head. A flustered princess was a rarity. One that was caught being less than noble was even more. It was wonderful though. Clarke savored it with a smile. If she kept saying she was the bigger person, she would be. It was self-fulfilling.

“You’ve seen her naked.”

Lexa had to nod with a heavy sigh.

“But it was just scratching an itch.”

For some reason that didn’t feel better, but Clarke dropped it because she was a bigger person. She was a better person. She was rising above and had a weird amount of faith and trust in the woman sitting on her bathroom floor.

“Hey, you didn’t fix her fence, did you?”

“I’d only ever do that for you.”

“Call Donna and kick Roan’s ass and the take me on a date.”

“I can do that.”

“I’d like my title to be Advisor to the Royal Crown,” Clarke grinned. “Slash Pleasurer of the Princess.”

“I refuse to pay you a salary.”

“Strictly volunteer work. Shut up and get in here.”

The water was still warm. Clarke felt sweat on her neck but refused to move. It wasn’t very late in the evening, but she was ready to fall asleep.

“I’ll make your water all dirty,” Lexa shook her head.

“Slash Royal Bath Attendant. Get in here, seriously.”

She debated it valiantly enough, but the sight of the girl in the tub was too much. It was already a sure thing that she was staying. She knew it when she heard the water running from downstairs. But never, in all of her life, had Lexa thought to prepare for Clarke.

So she stood. She tugged off her shirt and tossed it on the floor before unbuttoning her pants and pushing them down. Not once did Clarke’s eyes look away. Not once did they stop looking at her.

When she was finally naked, she slipped into the water, carefully tangling herself in the girl that was already turning into a prune, taking a seat across from her. The water rose higher as she entered.

“Do you believe that you will stop Roan?” Clarke asked quietly.

Lexa stared at her hard, her jaw clenching with the effort of thinking about it and not ripping something in half more difficult than ever.

“Yes.”

“We haven’t known each other for long… but I’d like to think I know you somewhat,” she continued. “And never once have I ever thought you couldn’t do one thing you said you wanted to do or were going to do. Not once.”

“You haven’t seen me with an actual challenge.”

“I don’t know,” Clarke shrugged. “You’ve adjusted to the land. You kissed me. You punched a hole in a submarine.”

“Kissing you was the most selfish thing I’ve ever done. But is also something I’d never regret doing.”

“Selfish, huh?”

“I don’t do many things that I want to do, just because I want to do them. I didn’t think about Roan, or my crown, or… I don’t even know. I just thought that you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and if I didn’t kiss you, I’d regret it for my entire life. Not just a day. Not just a month. Forever. And nothing was heavier than the idea of never kissing you.”

She didn’t mean to, but Clarke held her breath as Lexa spoke. She pressed her hand to her chest and met her eyes that drifted slightly during the confession.

But she couldn’t top that, and so she didn’t try. Instead, she shifted only to grab a cloth and carefully began the task of scrubbing away the dirt and paint on her arms.

“You’ll kick Roan’s ass and then go back home, I guess.”

“I don’t know when I will,” Lexa shrugged. “Or if.”

“There’s no if. You’re a princess.”

“I’m also a hero.”

“Can’t you do both?”

“Not well, I don’t think.” Clarke dropped the soap into the water and stared fixedly at Lexa’s arm in her hand. “Are you okay?”

Only when Clarke looked up did Lexa see a different look-- one that was fiercely determined and oddly angry.

“You can’t tell me you might stay. It’s cruel.”

“I didn’t-- I’m not being--”

“You can’t tell me that so casually. It’s not-- it’s not fair.”

Lexa nodded because she understood. But it wasn’t the right time for her to tell Clarke the truth, that she’d wanted to stay since their first night together. That ever since she sat atop the ferris wheel and they touched knees she never wanted to be far away. If she told Clarke that, there was no going back and she might break her heart, and Lexa was selfish, greedy and selfish, when it came to Clarke, but she couldn’t be cruel. She wouldn’t.

“I’ll kick his ass and take you out. We can figure the rest out after.”

“We can.”

“Yeah,” Lexa nodded with a soft smile. She tugged the girl across the tub, pulling her between her legs as the water sloshed around them, spilling slightly onto the floor. “I’ve been very clear with my intentions, haven’t I?”

“You could be more explicit,” Clarke smiled as arms wrapped around her and lips tasted the salt on her neck.

“You’re who I want to see after a bad day. You’re who I want to see after a great day. I want to tell you everything, and I want to see everything, but with you. A crown, a trident, the land, the sea, the gods, the fate of it all-- If you truly believe nothing can stop me from what I want, then you have to know, above all else, the only thing I want is you.”

Clarke felt her heart swell with the words. She wasn’t sure what to do except close her eyes and memorize the moment and the movements.

“You do really believe that, don’t you?”

“More than anything.”

Lexa smiled against Clarke’s hair as she shifted, kissing her other shoulder. She squeezed the body in her arms tightly, her thumb rubbing against the soft skin of Clarke’s side. There was still the indent on her skin from her bra, and she traced it gently, soothing it away.

“Tell me about your day and I’ll call Donna after the bath.”

“Call her tomorrow,” Clarke shook her head. “Roan can’t ruin this. Not tonight.”

“Okay,” the princess nodded with a smile. “Tomorrow.”

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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The court requests evidence of Thomas Sharma with his cute grandson and showing him off to anyone and everyone

Well then, I'd like to submit Exhibit A

Friendly reminder that in my head, this will always be Kate and Edwina's Dad

Tom Sharma could admit, he was incredibly proud of of his little family. He'd been lucky enough in his life to fall in love twice with two incredible women, who had given him the most incredible daughters anyone could ever ask for. He was fairly sure every one of his work colleagues was positively sick of hearing about Kate's work as a human rights barrister, and Edwina studying at Oxford, he was fairly sure they were even fed up of him saying Thanks! My son in law rebuilt it for me. Every time someone complimented his little MG.

They were probably absolutely sick of him showing picture after picture of his girls (Mary included) and their partners. Sue in accounting had definitely rolled their eyes when he'd been showing her pictures of Edwina and Matt's trip to Greece on Tuesday

"Matt's over there on a dig. He's-"

"An archaeologist, we know, Tom."

But Thomas was undeterred. As far as he was concerned, his family was incredible, and everyone should know it. There was one member of his family, who he thought unashamedly, outshone the rest. The little boy who had made him a grandpa.

Katie had looked a little green when she'd visited them all those months ago now, and really the first sign should have been that Anthony was excitedly hovering over her like an anxious Puppy, his hand on her back the minute they'd stepped out of Kates Jag.

Kate had smiled a little awkwardly when she'd handed him a small box, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she handed one to Mary as well. Tom had stared curiously down at the box as she'd said

"You should open it."

He'd carefully unwrapped the box and puled out a mug, and his heart had stopped when he'd seen what was on it.

"தாத்தா" (Grandpa) A picture of a scan and Baby Bridgerton coming soon

His eyes had shot up to hers, and found her and Anthony grinning excitedly.

"Dad, Mary, Anthony and I are having a baby."

And Tom had burst into tears for the rest of the afternoon, and proudly taken his new mug into work, telling absolutely anyone and everyone who would listen, that He, Tom Sharma, was going to be a Tatta.

And from the very minute Anthony ad placed little Edmund Bridgerton in his arms, Tom had burned with pride. Because, this baby, was the most beautiful child that had ever lived. He knew Edmund was. He had a shock of curly dark hair that tumbled over his forehead just like Kate had, and he had a sleepy little frown that creased his eyebrows just like Anthony's when he was concentrating and Tom had never felt more in love with his tiny little family.

"Tom, I'm going to look after Kate and Edmund, I promise." Anthony said seriously later that afternoon, his gorgeous son clutched in his arms, as Kate slept soundly o the bed next to him. "I know we're still really young, but I'm really excited to be a Dad, I wanna have a bunch of these little Gremlins and I'll look after my family so well, I promise."

And Thomas couldn't help but smile at the man the scared boy who'd first dropped Kate home had become. "Anthony, Son, I stopped worrying about whether you'd look after my daughter after you took her to that party and got into a fight defending her. I'm proud of you, kiddo."

But he still couldn't take his eyes off the baby.

So naturally, Tom had jumped at the very first opportunity he'd been given to babysit Edmund. And he had a whole day with nothing to do but show off his grandson.

"Mary, this boy is the most handsome boy who has ever lived." He said proudly, staring down at his grandson as they walked through the supermarket, Edmund strapped to his chest, his eyes darting around curiously. "naturally, he takes after me."

Mary hummed, barely looking up from the comparison she was making between two types of cheese. "I agree, but I think he looks like Anthony."

Tom rolled his eyes.

"Oh my goodness! What a beautiful baby." A woman cooed, barely Edwina's age smiling up at Tom.

"Thanks! He's my grandson! My daughter's new baby."

Mary sighed, "Sorry, he's just excited." smiling apologetically at the girl as she walked away.

Tom tutted, but perked up immediately spotting Portia Featherington in the distance, "Mary hurry up. We need to show off the beautiful Grandchild our very successful son in law fathered. Layabout indeed."

And for all her eye rolling, Tom did note the shopping trolley sped up considerably.

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marvelatthetwilight · 3 years

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Found in Forks

A/N: A quick one. To satisfy an Emmett shaped need in this story.

Y/N’s POV

Months had passed since we had declared our love, solidifying my bond with Paul. We were inseparable. I couldn’t bear to spend time without him, and even in his company, I NEEDED to be as close to him as possible.

When the pack were discussing the threat of the newborn army I couldn’t help my nerves from making my legs shake, my foot tapping against the leg of the table. Paul reached over and squeezed my hand. He gave me a look that said it’ll be ok. I was desperate to believe that was true.

“We are meeting the Cullens in an hour to train.” Sam said after hanging up the phone to Carlisle.

I felt Paul shake with anger beside me and a growl left his lips. “Why do we need to train, we’ve hunted bloodsuckers before?” He said, whilst I curled up against him to dissipate his anger, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

“Carlisle said this will be different, we need to trust them right now Paul. This threat isn’t just for them, we need to protect the reservation” the pack nodded at this and Paul didn’t press any further.

Everyone split off after this, with Quil and Embry heading off on patrol, agreeing to meet in the field in an hour. I turn in my seat to look Paul in the eye. “I want to come to training.”

Paul laughs, then sees the serious look in my eye and shakes his head. “Nope, not happening. I’m not putting you at risk by taking you to the bloodsuckers. That’s ridiculous.”

I place a hand on either side of his face and look deep into his eyes.

“I need this. I need to see that you will be ok. If I see you train it’ll make me feel better, help me to visualise you winning. Please Paul.” I try my best puppy dog eyes that I know he can’t refuse and he huffs in reply.

“Fine. But you will NOT be leaving my side, promise?”

“As if I ever would.” I reply and he pulls me tight towards him, kissing my forehead.

“I love you Y/N” he looks down at me, his eyes now softer.

“And I love you” I smile up at him and kiss him softly on the lips.

~~~

We had made it to the agreed field, with the Cullens already standing waiting. I could see Bella who Jacob always talking about was standing there too, recognising her from school, so I’m not the only human here. I send a small wave and a smile in her direction and she waved back, surprised to see me with the pack. Edward whispers something to her and she nods in understanding.

I slide off of Paul’s back once we come to a stop, and he gestures for me to take a seat in the grass. He lays down beside me once I am seated.

I look across at the Cullens, my first opportunity to see the whole family, having only seen the “children” briefly at school before.

Your eyes land on Emmett. You remember him from school, sitting in the cafeteria with the other Cullens, and you are reminded how much he looks like your dad and your grandpa. The similarities are uncanny. Images of your dad and your grandpa flash in your head as you compare them to the cold one you see in front of you. Weird.

You glance away and see Edward staring at you, a look of realisation on his face. Paul growls from beside you and you stroke the fur around his face before leaning your head against him. “Oh be quiet Paul, he’s doing nothing wrong” you whisper to him. He huffs before turning his attention to Carlisle, who begins to address the pack.

“Welcome, Jasper has experience with the newborns, and will teach us how to defeat them.”

Paul nods slightly beside you.

“They want to know how the newborns differ from us” Edward says as he reads the packs’ minds, Paul had told you about the gifts they possessed on your way to the meeting.

“They’re a great deal stronger than us because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months of this life” Carlisle explains. You shudder at this thought, fearful for your friends and Paul. As if sensing this he leans towards you, and your body relaxes with the contact.

Jasper steps forward, and addresses the pack. “A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army. But no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are; first, never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. The second, never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that, and you will lose.”

The Cullens begin to demonstrate fighting, as Jasper narrates, advising the pack on what to do, or what not to do in some cases.

As the training comes to an end, Jared and Paul head off for patrol, Embry and Quill promising to get you back to Emily’s safely as they wait for you to finish talking to Bella.

“I’m so sorry the pack need to be involved Y/N.” Bella says quietly, an apologetic look on her face.

“The threat is a risk to everyone, including the reservation, they would help whether you ask them to or not, it’s just what they’re like.” You say with a smile as you watch Embry and Quil practise some techniques with Jasper.

“Y/N” Edward joins Bella, an arm quickly wrapped around her, pulling her close to his side.

“Edward, nice to see you again.” You were briefly lab partners a couple of years ago and you always appreciated how little he talked, no awkward small talk, unlike some of your peers. Little did you know that he also appreciated working with you, your mind was never filled with the inane gossip of your classmates.

“I don’t know if Paul has told you, but I can...hear people’s thoughts. I didn’t want to alarm you but I need to talk to you about something you thought about when you first got here” you nodded slowly, trying to remember what you had thought about.

“Erm...ok? I can’t remember what it was though?”

“It was when you were looking at Emmett, you thought he showed some similarity to some family members?” He motions for Emmett to join them.

“I’ve always thought it, but dismissed it before as it was ridiculous. He looks exactly like my dad and my grandpa, I’m sure my grandma has some photos of my grandpa when he was younger in one of her photo albums and he looks identical”.

Emmett appears at Edward’s side just as you finish talking. He frowns slightly and then asks; “where are your family from Y/N?”

“Erm...well my dad was born here in Forks but my grandpa was from Tennessee...Gatlinburg I think my grandma said.”

Emmett’s eyebrows dart up in shock and shortly after Edward’s expression changes to shocked too. Emmett walks closer, not worrying about the distracted wolves.

“What was your grandpa’s name Y/N?”

“Ernest Y/L/N”

Emmett smiles a big smile, and turns to Edward, then motions for Rosalie to join them. He squeezes Rosalie’s hand, excitement showing on his face.

“Y/N, I think your grandpa was my nephew. My older sister Mary was his mother, Mary Y/L/N. That makes me your great-great uncle!”

You laugh at this, moving forward to hug Emmett, he picks you up, wrapping his large arms around you. This draws attention from Embry and Quil, who quickly realised that Paul would destroy them if anything happened to you. They move forward quickly, as if they are going to attack before Edward steps in front of you and Emmett trying to explain.

“They’ve just discovered they’re related, it’s a hug! He isn’t attacking her.”

The wolves look at each other, then back at you as Emmett sets you back on the ground.

“I’m fine guys, just happy!”

You turn your attention back to Emmett as he speaks again, “when I died I worried about my family a lot, I was the only son, I was strong and provided for them when my dad got too old. I left them some money, but after we moved away I never found out what happened. Now I know!”

You smile at this. “My grandpa always used to tell us stories about his uncle when we were younger, he was wild, he used to say, really strong, and an amazing hunter. He said they were all devastated when you were eaten by a bear...”

Emmett looks sad at this.

“Were they ok though, how did Ernest end up here?”

“I’m not really sure, but my grandpa owned a hunting shop just outside of Forks, they were comfortable I think. My dad is a lawyer, based out of Seattle during the week, then he comes home to Forks at the weekends. My grandpa saved up to put dad through school, he was so proud of him.”

A smile returns to Emmett’s face, as he thinks about his nephew, hard working like him, providing for his family.

Rosalie walks over and wraps an arm around his waist. “So all these years of wondering, wanting to go back to Tennessee to try and find them and you’ve found your family in Forks?”

“Looks like it babe!” He ruffles your hair as he speaks and you try to swat his arm away.

“I’m so happy to meet you Y/N, I’ve spent years wondering, and now I know.” You smile at your great-great uncle, wishing you could tell your family. Edward heard this and walks to your side, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“You are welcome to our house anytime, you’re part of the family now...with...er...wolf bodyguards of course” he adds as he glances to the wolves growling behind you.

You laugh as you look at the wolves, then back at the Cullens. I’m so lucky to have found so many people to call family.

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dibs4ever · 3 years

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What I never knew I wanted

Barbara Gordon wasn’t like other girls

Many people would agree to that without question

Barbara Gordon never thought about being a mom or wife. She never dreamed or urned for that like most females do.

Instead of carrying around baby dolls and playing house as a young child she was carrying around a plastic badge and wearing a costumed police uniform pretending to be a cop everywhere she went.

Her dad would say “Sweetie don’t you want Santa to bring you a baby doll?” To which she would respond with “No daddy, I want a police scanner.”

He had sighed but Santa did indeed bring her desired gift

Then she became Batgirl. The vigilant life was definitely not one that favored family life

Dinah had informed her that due to injures and excessive stress on her body over the years getting pregnant could be impossible

Most women would be devastated

She just shrugged and said “Oh well.” It wasn’t that she hated children she just wasn’t particularly fond of them.

Dick though he loved kids, when Dinah told him the same thing he didn’t say anything....but she knew he was a little sad. As teenagers whenever they saved kids he was the one who’d cheer them up by doing tricks or telling them a joke or something along those lines. But he just like her accepted his likely fate

That’s why it was so odd for her to be where she was now

Laying on the couch of the house she lived in with Dick.

He bought it soon after he came back. Saying his son deserved to grow up in a home.

So here she was lying back on the couch, her knees bent up, her 8-month-old son rested between them.

She never imagined she could love someone so much but she did. She loved her son more than words could describe

When she thought Dick was dead, he was the one who got her through it

When everything in the world seemed evil after her patrol as Batgirl she’d come home to his beautiful smiling face. Nathan Wayne Grayson was the light of her world.....along with another Grayson male that she was particularly fond of. Barbara was surprised how quickly she adapted to motherhood

She wasn’t even going to keep him. Being a single mom when you weren’t even sure if you wanted to be a mom, to begin with. It didn’t seem logical to keep the baby. But one look at those baby blues and dark locks of hair and there was no way she was giving up her little piece of Dick Grayson. It was in that moment as she lay in the medical bed after a 9 hour delivery- nonmedicated by the way. That she realized the only person she’d ever want a child by was Dick Grayson.

When Dick came back “from the dead” he insisted that they raise their son in a home together even if they weren’t together. She figured he was right. They owed it to both their son and themselves not to miss out on his life.

The whole friends living together and raising the baby they made, platonically lasted a whole 6 months before they jumped from being just friends to being engaged...which didn’t surprise anyone.

She glanced down at the engagement ring Dick had placed on her hand 2 months ago and smiled. It was simple. Sure he could’ve gotten her something much larger and extravagant but he knew her. He knew she didn’t like flashy. It was his mother’s ring. Barbara thought there wasn’t a more beautiful ring he could have given her. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a high-pitched squeal followed by little feet kicking her quickly against her abdomen.

She smiled at him, “I know you’re still here Nate. Mommy was just thinking about everything that lead up to you. Yeah, do you know how special you are? Do you know how loved you are” she cooed

Nathan let out a squeal his little feet kicking faster in excitement, his blue eyes shinning

The door dinged indicating someone was entering the house “Who could that be?”

Nathan tilted his head

“Could it be...Daddy?” She said poking his belly, earning a gummy grin

The said person entered the living room “There are my two favorite people” Dick chimed. He shrugged off his BCPD coat as he entered the room

Barbara shifted sitting up and the couch and Dick took a seat in the space beside her

Nathan started kicking his feet excitedly letting out all sorts of noises to implement his joy in seeing his dad.

Dick kissed Barbara’s temple before she passed him the baby.

A wide smile decorated Dick’s face, Barbara sat back and admired the two together “Hey there Chavo, did you and mommy have a good day?” He asked

Barbara nodded “Yes, say when mommy had a break from work we went and had lunch with Grandpa Gordon at the police station.”

“Is that so?” Dick moved the baby to his lap

Barbara nodded a smile on her lips “Remember that one front desk lady who’s been there forever?”

Dick nodded “The one who always scolded us for being too loud as kids?”

Barbara smiled nodding her head “Anyways, she was holding Nate, who was getting fussy cause he was hungry. She kept insisting to feed him even after I explained he doesn’t take a bottle from very many people. So I eventually gave in and ....Nate spit up all over her.”

Dick chuckled

“I told her he only will take a bottle from three people otherwise he’s exclusive.” Barbara shrugged

Dick lifted his son up so he was facing him “That's right, say ‘In this house, we love mommy’s boobs Huh?” Dick cooed causing a giggle from the baby. “Oh those cute nose freckles I need to kiss them all” he pulled the baby to him and started kissing all along Nathan’s nose. The baby to let out a big belly laugh.

Barbara couldn’t help but giggle too

Dick set Nathan down on the ground. The two parents watched their 8 months old slowly walk further away towards some toys on the ground

“Can’t believe our 8-month-old has been walking independently for 2 weeks now.” Dick smiled “I mean 7 and a half months is kinda advanced isn’t it?” He questioned

Barbara nodded” According to what I read it is” she shrugged “Then again he does have the balance and agility of Grayson blood”

Dick leaned over kissing Barbara’s shoulder “And the smarts of a Gordon.” He tilted his head placing a soft kiss on her neck, giving it a slight suck before moving his head to whisper in her ear “Maybe later Daddy can kiss all of mommy’s freckles?” He buried his head in her neck

Barbara hummed reaching up and threading her fingers through his hair “Are you trying to seduce me, Mr.Grayson?”

He smirked, picking his head up “Only if it’s working Mrs.Grayson.” He winked

Barbara let out a laugh “Not for another 2 months” she reminded

A wide smile grew across his face “I can’t wait”

She brought her other hand to the back of his head so she could pull him into a long kiss. “Me neither”

#dickbabs #dick grayson #barbara gordon #nightwing #batfamily #batfam headcanons

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jamespotterthefirst · 3 years

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Hi Bree! I enjoyed reading your headcannon of L&E's children! It was such a fun read, I'm hooked with their family life 🥰 Because of this, I got inspired to come up with a Q&A for the kiddos. The interview is set 12 years after Lilac & Ethan became new parents. You will be answering as the AllenSey kids (with special appearances of Lilac & Ethan, as well). Hope you enjoy 'em! x

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For Jonah, Dolores, Jasmine & Violet:

• If someone gave you $100 what would you do with it?

• If you could change any rule, which one would it be?

• Where is your favorite place to go on vacation?

• Most likely to hide a stray pet?

• Most likely to tell a lie to get out of trouble?

• Most likely to steal their sibling's secret stash (food/toys/new stuff/etc.)?

• What do your mum & dad do in their free time?

• What is the one thing mum & dad is not good at?

• What do you admire most about mummy & daddy?

🧡

For Lilac & Ethan:

• What made you laugh today?

• Did someone get in trouble recently? If so, what happened?

• What are the hardest & easiest parts about parenting?

• What are the unexpected perks of parenthood?

• What advice would you give to younger versions of yourselves when you've just became new parents?

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER THOUGH? I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU THANK YOU

For context, Jonah is 12, Dolores 9, and Violet and Jasmine are 6

For Jonah, Dolores, Jasmine & Violet:

• If someone gave you $100 what would you do with it?

Jasmine: Squishies!

Dolores: Yeah, so you'll stop stealing mine.

Jasmine: That was Violet.

Violet: I gave them back.

Dolores: After Minnie destroyed them.

Jonah: I would invest it.

Jasmine: What's ingest?

Jonah: Invest, like how Dad told us? That's why we have the beach house in Cape Cod?

Jasmine: I thought we had that because Dad owns the hospital?

Violet: Or because Mom is famous?

Jonah: *sighs* No, they double their money through compound interest when they invest.

Sisters: *stare blankly*

Jonah: Remember? When he sat us down that one time and explained the Rule of 72? If we take 72 and divide it by the annual interest rate, then we get the amount of years those $100 will double. So if I invest it at a rate of 5%, it will take 14 years to double.

Violet: ...

Jasmine: ...

Dolores: ... So you will be *counts with her fingers* 26 and have $200?

Jonah: Exactly.

Jasmine: *horrified* No, thank you. I want my money right now.

Jonah: If you invest--

Jasmine: I'm here for a good time, not a long time, big bro.

• If you could change any rule, which one would it be?

Dolores: The "no electronics after dinner" rule. I want to play Roblox with my friends before bed.

Jonah: I would change the "if you don't know how to operate it, leave it alone." Sometimes I want to break things apart and put them back together but Mom won't let me.

Violet: Leaving Jenner out in the yard during dinner is cruel. He's part of the family. He should be inside with us.

Dolores: Dad only made up that rule because you feed him half of your dinner.

Violet: Because he's a growing boy! He needs food.

Jasmine: I would change the "treat people and property with kindness or respect" rule. Sometimes I just want to kick a toy of my way after a long day--

Lilac: *throws her "the look" from the distance*

Jasmine: *falls silent*

• Where is your favorite place to go on vacation?

Jonah: Providence with Grandpa Alan. He always takes us to the zoo or WaterFire. It's so much fun.

Dolores: California with abuelitos and tia Laurel. They take us to Disneyland every time!

Jasmine: Not fair! Last time we went, we couldn't get on any rides.

Dolores: Because you two are literal babies?

Jasmine: At least I don't sound like one.

Violet: Or smell like one.

• Most likely to hide a stray pet?

*All of the siblings point at Dolores in unison*

Jasmine: She hid Minnie from Mom and Dad last year for a good week before they found out.

Jonah: And convinced them to let us keep her.

Violet: Dad isn't convinced yet.

Dolores: They're becoming friends! Minnie let him pet her for like two seconds the other day. Before she bit him. It was so funny.

• Most likely to tell a lie to get out of trouble?

*All of them point at Jasmine*

Jasmine: What? Dad said it reminds him of mom. He said she can talk her way out of getting arrested.

Jonah: Out of getting a ticket. They're different.

Dolores: Oh yeah, because the Policeman liked mom. Liked liked her.

Jasmine: Dad was not happy about that.

• Most likely to steal their sibling's secret stash (food/toys/new stuff/etc.)?

*They all point at Violet*

Violet: I give it back!

Jonah: After Mom makes you.

Jasmine: Or after Jenner, Minnie, or you break them.

Dolores: Yeah, Violent doesn't know her own strength.

• What do your mum & dad do in their free time?

Dolores: They love to drop us off at Aunt Sienna's and disappear all night.

Jasmine: We don't mind though because she always makes us the best chocolate chip cookies ever.

Violet: I like going to Uncle Elijah's. His video games are so cool.

Jonah: I like it at Uncle Bryce's. One time, he let me break their toaster apart and showed me how to put it back together.

Dolores: Yeah, Mom was not a fan of that.

• What is the one thing mum & dad is not good at?

Dolores: Dad is not a good liar.

*They all agree*

Jonah: I remember the time Jenner ripped the boots Tia Laurel had given Mom. He told us not to say anything.

Jasmine: Oh yeah, he said Mom wouldn't even notice.

Dolores: But then as soon as she got home, he panicked and asked her what size shoe she was. Then told her he was going to the store to buy something really quick.

Jonah: Mom figured it out right away.

• What do you admire most about mummy & daddy?

Dolores: That they're doctors.

Jonah: That they save lives.

Jasmine: That they own the hospital.

Violet: That they're famous.

🧡

For Lilac & Ethan:

• What made you laugh today?

Lilac: Probably Jonah explaining the Rule of 72 to his sisters.

Ethan: *proudly* Definitely. And the girls having none of it.

Lilac: Imagine what they'll say when they find out you once drew a one dollar salary.

Ethan: I will never live it down. I already get enough taunting from you. I'd never survive it if all four of them join in.

• Did someone get in trouble recently? If so, what happened?

Lilac: *nods solemnly* The usual suspects.

Ethan: Dolores and Jasmine.

Lilac: Jasmine somehow hacked into her Roblox account and deleted all her friends. It was a bloodbath.

• What are the hardest & easiest parts about parenting?

Ethan: Figuring out what the hell is Roblox?

Ethan: It's a delicate balance that is achieved through fairness and consistency.

Lilac: *laughing* This is why I had to take care of that incident.

Lilac: The hardest part of parenting is finding a balance between being a disciplinarian but also someone they can approach and trust. It's terrifying to think that in holding them accountable when they make a mistake, you risk them resenting you.

Lilac: The best part is definitely watching them become their own person, with distinct interests and personalities.

Ethan: Absolutely.

• What are the unexpected perks of parenthood?

Ethan: Having four extra pairs of hands to do chores around the house.

Lilac: *laughs and smacks his arm*

Ethan: *raising his brows at her* Don't tell me you don't enjoy not having to worry about dishes for the next 12 years?

Lilac: *scrunches nose* You're right. I don't miss those. It's no wonder you finally listened to my argument that the dishwasher wasn't the best way to get them clean.

Ethan: That's because we've acquired four little dish washers since.

• What advice would you give to younger versions of yourselves when you've just became new parents?

Lilac: Just try your best.

Ethan: Don't say "and have fun."

Lilac: What? It's true!

Ethan: My advice to our younger selves would be: "However scared or anxious you are feeling right now, I promise you... It's ten times worse."

Dr. Ramsey is just being overdramatic with the last one. He loves being a dad. OMG this was so fun! Thank you so much, my love!

#Allensey Family #ethan ramsey #Ethan x MC #Ethan x Lilac #Lilac Allende #You guys I will answer the rest in the coming days! I'm so slow with these #Long post

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navalcriminalimagines · 4 years

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NCIS x SVU. Rafael Barba x Reader, dad!Gibbs x Reader.

request: Just want to ask if you could do a crossover where dad!Gibbs first meet the boyfriend and reader is dating Barba. Or something like that?

warnings: family lost

The first meeting

Being Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ daughter isn’t easy, for many reasons. On top is how he scares the shit out off the men you date. It happened with your boyfriend when you were 18. It took you months to make official presentations. Your father figured it out pretty quickly - that’s on being a federal agent - but waited until you told him. Then he met your boyfriend, it didn’t go very well. He never wanted to hang out at your place, and later he broke up with you, because “your father scares me so bad, I’m afraid if I do something wrong, he’s gonna shot me.”

His fears were legit. When your second boyfriend broke your heart, your father threated him so bad he moved from DC. Since then, you decided to keep your love life private, and barely tell your boyfriends about your dad. “He’s a navy cop” was well enough.

But your current boyfriend figured a few things, without you telling him. He knows your mum and baby sister were killed years ago, he knows the rules you go by come from your father. He knows your father is the love of your life, but for whatever reasons, you keep it to yourself.

However, Rafael was tired of that. He introduced you to his mother and grandmother - before she passed. He asked you to move in with him months ago (to which you agreed). Now, you said yes when he asked you to marry. Maybe it’s time for your father to meet your boyfriend—fiancé, actually.

You decided to surprise your father in DC. You and Rafael barely had entered the city when he saw you taking off your engagement ring. “Do I need to glue that diamond to your finger?” He said.

You giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll put it back on quickly. It’s just that—if I show up with it around my finger, I won’t have time to even say a word,”

“It’s going to be fine, right?” He said as he extended his hand to your knee. You intertwined your fingers with his.

“Don’t be the smart ass you’re at work and we should be good,” you smiled and shoved the ring in your pocket.

*****

There was a whole plan. You picked up your grandfather Jackson at your father’s and dropped him and Rafael at the diner your father and you always go. Rafael already met your grandfather and Jackson loves your fiancé - although he doesn’t know he proposed yet. You had no worries about them staying together for a moment. You showed up at NCIS, to find Ellie and Nick working at their desks. “Evening, people!” You shouted, scaring Ellie off.

“Y/N, stop doing that!” She said, walking over to hug you. “Didn’t know you were coming this weekend,”

“Wasn’t plan until yesterday. Hi Nick,” you hugged him too. “Where’s Jack Sloane? I wanna meet the woman that confuse dad,”

You have a group chat with the team and it’s been weeks since they are telling you about the new agent and how your father is with her. They are convinced there’s something going on, you need to see it on your own. Unfortunately she wasn’t there.

A few minutes later, your father arrived in the bullpen and he was as surprised as Ellie and Nick to see you here. “Hey baby,” he hugged you tight, “Perfect way to end this day,” he said as he kissed your hair.

“Can you leave with me?”

Gibbs gave a few instructions and left with you. In the elevator, you turned off the engine. Your father looked at you, puzzled. “Wow, I do feel powerful doing that,” you stated.

“Is it why you did it?”

“No. I need to talk to you before we leave,” Gibbs saw your serious look. He turned to the side to face you.

“I’m not here alone,” you said. “Grandpa made the trip,”

“Y/N, you know your grandfather shouldn’t drive such a long ride by himself,”

“I know and I wanted to pick him up in Steelwater. You shouldn’t be surprised he refused,”

“Am not. I’m mad you gave him a choice,”

“Dad! That’s not the point, okay? He’s here and he’s safe. He’s waiting for us at the diner and he’s—not alone,”

Your father looked at you, waited for more information. “I want you to meet my boyfriend,” Gibbs didn’t answer, he just turned on the elevator. You switched it off right after. “Don’t go all overprotective, please. He’s nice. The best, actually. And he means a lot to me,”

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

“Three—years,”

“Years?!”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I hid it from you, but I didn’t want you to scare him away. I love him,”

“What kind of man do you think I am?”

“The one that breaks my ex boyfriend’s arm because he broke up with me!”

“I didn’t want to break his arm. He wouldn’t shut up,”

“Anyway! Be nice and open minded, please?”

Gibbs wondered why you said “open minded”. He figured it out pretty quickly when he saw your boyfriend through the diner’s window. “How old is he, Y/N?” Not that Rafael looked particularly old, but he’s older than you and that can noticeable, especially for your father.

“Open minded, dad! You like red heads, I like older guys,” Gibbs swallowed hard when you said that. “Pop likes him. I’m sure you will too, if you give him a chance,” you slided your hand into your father’s, “Please?” You looked at him with those puppy eyes of yours. He now knows why it always worked when he did it with his mother.

Jackson was the first to see you and your father through the window. “Are you ready, Rafael?” Your boyfriend followed Jackson’s stare. You were obviously talking to your dad. “She’s warning him,” Jackson chuckled.

“I’m honestly afraid. I know that—if your son doesn’t like me, my relationship with Y/N is in danger,”

“You got me in your corner, son. It’s gonna be okay,”

Rafael watched you until you entered the diner. He stood up and extended his hand to your father. He felt like a teenager, meeting the scary father of his first girlfriend. But he’s a grown man, he is a shark in court, he usually scares people. He surely can handle your father. So he hoped.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” he said. When you noticed your father wasn’t shaking Rafael’s hand, you hit him with your elbow and he did it.

“Hi son,” Jackson stood up painfully and your father hugged him. You sat next to Rafael, across your father. Under the table, you grabbed your fiancé’s hand and squeezed it softly. “About time you arrive, we’re starving,” Jackson said. Your father kept staring at your fiancé. “I feel like the outsider here. You all work in law enforcement and here I am, old marine, with his shop,” thank god for your grandfather.

“What do you do?” Gibbs asked his son-in-law.

“Lawyer. ADA for Manhattan’s Special Victim Unit,”

“Good kind of lawyer,” you told your dad.

The diner went as good as it could go and it was all on your grandfather. You knew he was fond of your boyfriend and that he would make it easier. A few times, you had to give kicks to your father under the table to remind him to behave. Not that he was giving hard times to Rafael, but he was searching for a smallest bad thing in your boyfriend.

“How did I do?” Rafael asked when you were in the car. Your father and your grandfather were in your father’s car.

“He agreed for us to stay at home for the weekend, so that’s good. That’s really good actually,”

“Yeah, well, thank god you invited your grandfather,” Rafael chuckled.

“Told you we needed the shield,”

“You know, baby—I understand him. I didn’t sleep much last night and I tried the empathy thing. I would probably be like him if I went through the same things,” Rafael had his hand on your knee and he gave you a squeeze. “Wouldn’t want anything around a diamond like you,”

Though you were driving, you put one of your hands on his. “Mum would have loved you. She would have made him behave,” you giggled to that thought but Rafael heard the tears in your voice.

“I hope she knows how much I love her daughter,” Rafael brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed your knuckles.

Later that night, while Rafael was peacefully sleeping in your old room - he made a move but you refused to do anything in that room and he understood - you went downstairs and heard noise from the basement. “Old habits die hard,” you said, walking to your father.

“Did I wake you up? Not used to have people at home anymore,”

“Don’t worry, dad. I just couldn’t sleep,” you grabbed one of the tools and started to work on the boat just like your father showed you when you were little.

“Something’s bothering you? Are you disappoint by my behavior?”

“Nah. You did better than I thought, actually,” you told him. “And for what’s worth, Rafael understands why you are the way you are,”

“And what way would that be?”

“Overprotective. Worried. Scared, perhaps?”

“All I want is for you to be happy, sweetheart,”

“I know,” you let go of the tool and got closer to your father, making him stop what he’s doing. “I am, dad. Rafael makes me happy,” Gibbs could see the tears in your eyes even though the light was dim. He watched you taking something from your sweater’s pocket. “That’s why—“ you put the ring around your finger, “I said yes,”

You knew it was a lot in one night for your father. You didn’t know what his reaction would be. But he surprised you with a tight hug. “You’re happy, I’m happy, baby. Rafael is—seems like a very good man,”

You were happy about your life. But something was still off and no one, nothing can’t make it disappear, “I wish mummy and Kelly were still here,” you cried in your father’s arms.

“Me too, baby. Me, too,”

Rafael felt you leaving the bed. He always knew you had sleep issues. Sometimes when you disappeared in the middle of the night, he followed you because he knows you’re not okay. That’s exactly what he did, until he heard you and your father in the basement. He heard the entire conversation. It warmed and broke his heart in the same time. He could never take away the pain of losing your mother and your sister when you were a little girl. But he promised himself he would do everything he can to make it less painful.

In the morning, Rafael woke up before you. When he got downstairs, your father and grandfather were already up and eating breakfast. “Morning Rafael,” Jackson greeted him with a warm smile, which he returned.

Gibbs didn’t say anything, but with his hand, he ordered Rafael to follow him downstairs. “I now know why Y/N’s good with wood, and building things,” Rafael said with a - scared - smile.

Gibbs sat on his bench and looked up to his soon-to-be son-in-law. “I need you to make me one promise,” he said. Rafael nodded. “Promise me that—whatever happened to me, to my father or even, between you and my daughter, you will always be there for her,” Rafael felt he wasn’t done so he stayed silent, “I never approved of her exes because I knew they weren’t up for it. I feel like you are, so—promise me that, and I will let you marry her,”

“I promise you. I would promise it a hundred times if needed. Your daughter brought me back to life, she has no idea how happy she makes me. She deserves the world and I will give it to her,” Rafael paused to take a deep breath, “I promise you, I will always be there for her. No matter what,” he said. “sí o sí,” he repeated in a whisper.

Gibbs stood up and did something unexpected for both of them. He hugged Rafael. Not in a million years, Rafael would have imagined his father-in-law would hug him. But he did and you saw it.

#law and order svu #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #law and order: special victims unit #ncis #jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs

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calpops · 4 years

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missing pieces | c.h.

A big family gathering before Christmas leaves you contemplating the missing pieces in your life. The people who matter most help you through it.

2k words

Day 10 of 12 dates with calmas | dates with cal masterlist

❅ ❅ ❅

Everyone is gathered around the table. Calum’s parents, Mali, Ashton, Luke, Michael and their respective partners. Mila sits in her reclined high chair right next to you and Calum; she’s still too small for a proper high chair and too young for solid food. But everyone loves her company at the table and fawns over her without faltering. Calum reaches for your hand while he keeps one on Mila, the near six month old entertained by her dad’s little tickles and boops on the nose. There’s a happiness inside of you as you take in all of the guests for your Christmas celebration. But as you keep looking around a hollow wound begins to open and ache again. Not everyone is here. You bite your lip and bite back emotions threatening to bubble over. You don’t want to ruin the evening.

“I can’t believe how big she’s gotten,” Calum’s mother coos from across the table.

Both you and Calum don’t see her as growing. You still see the baby fighting for life in an incubator, your daughter that could fit in one hand. You know she must be growing, getting stronger and smarter and more adept to the world around her. But you don’t see it yet. The changes are so gradual that when you’re with her everyday they slip past your eyes.

“She’s still my little girl,” Luke says and everyone shoots him a look.

“No, she’s my little girl,” Calum corrects around a laugh and shaking head. “Someone needs to get you your own baby before you try to take mine.”

Luke blushes but not in the humbleness of trying to claim Mila. He shrugs and waves a hand through the air to downplay Calum’s suggestion.

“If she’s anybody’s…” Mali says and trails off to look at you with a smile.

That warms your heart though you know it’s only half true. As much as Mila is yours she’s Calum’s too. You both love her with all of your hearts and as far as you can tell she loves you both equally. If she’s not with both of you she’s with one or the other. Calum pulled her first laugh from her but he often reminds you she first smiled at the mention and sight of you. Everyone simmers back into Christmas conversation, asking about presents for Mila and plans for the big day. Calum goes nonchalant and you catch the forced casualty but don’t question it; so much else is already on your mind.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” Calum asks in a whisper pressed to your ear.

You nod, downplaying the fact that you’re not sure about that answer. It amazes you he can pick up on the subtleties in your mood even when you try to mask it with all of your might. You steel yourself, try to shake away the crushing feeling pressing down on you at two empty chairs. You squeeze Calum’s hand and quietly stand to get Mila in your arms.

“I’m gonna go feed her,” you explain and gently take her to you and quietly disappear down the hallway.

Calum sits back in his chair and quietly muses over what to do. He thinks he knows what’s going on, eyes trailing to the same two chairs that were once in your sights. He knows you have Mila and wonders if maybe you want space from the event around you or space from everyone.

“Everything alright?” Ashton asks, his seat diagonal to Calum’s, his ability to pick up on his best friend’s distress a natural talent.

“I’m not sure,” Calum answers honestly and stands to excuse himself and go figure it out. “I’ll be back.”

He roams down the hall quietly but quickly. The door to the nursery is open and the room is empty. He moves past it to your bedroom door that stands shut. He doesn’t hear anything and while it would normally be a sign of relief a little tremble of anxiety slices through him. Usually you’d be murmuring to Mila, giggling with her or if she wasn’t hungry already back out to join the dinner. He taps his knuckles softly against the door and calls out to you to announce that he’s entering.

He stops short as soon as the door is open. You have Mila in your arms but you’re not feeding her. You’re sat on the edge of the bed cradling her against your chest, rocking slightly back and forth as silent tears fall down your face. Calum can feel his heart shatter at the sight and moves on instinct to the two of you. You look up and meet his gaze but don’t say a word, both of you communicating silently; always knowing what’s on the other's mind and in their heart and worries. Calum gently coaxes Mila from your arms to put her in her bassinet by the bed. She seems mostly unbothered, not able to understand anything but the comfort of your arms. She stirs a little bit as she settles in but is okay enough for Calum to seek you out and offer his arms for you to fall into.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks as he wraps you up in his hold and runs a soothing hand down your back.

“Yes, no, I don’t know,” you answer in a shaking voice. “I just feel so stupid. I should know better by now.”

Calum shakes his head at your words and the fact you genuinely feel that way. It wrenches at him. He knows exactly what you’re talking about and though he wants to defend you to the bottom of the ocean and back he wants you to come to some realizations on your own as well.

“They should do better,” Calum simply mumbles and runs his hands through your hair. He hopes you understand what he means. The struggle you’ve had with your parents being life long. You deserve better than empty promises and last minute cancellations.

“I thought maybe with Christmas and Mila it might be different, I thought they might try a little harder,” you finally manage to get out after a moment of prolonged silence. “It’s okay for them to cancel on me. I’m used to it. Mila deserves more. They haven’t even met her yet.”

Calum can hear the heart break in your words. He knows how heavily their absence in Mila’s life has hung over you. He sees the way you look at his parents interactions with Mila and the way you wish your parents would do the same. So many times you’ve tried to reach out to them and so many times they’ve let you down. He always reminds you that you have him and Mila and his parents and Mali and the guys as family but he understands it’s not quite the same and that a little hollow piece of you still yearns for your parents approval and care.

“You deserve better too,” Calum says and hopes you’ll believe it.

“It stopped bothering me for a while, I accepted they didn’t want to put in effort for me,” you explain around a few sniffles, face firmly planted against Calum’s chest as rogue tears stain his shirt. “It was pretty clear when they didn’t show up to meet you or to our wedding. I thought I was over it. Then we had Mila and almost lost her and it’s like they didn’t even care. Now it’s Christmas and they still don’t care. She’s the sweetest little girl, she deserves grandparents, she deserves everything. It breaks my heart. Why don’t they care?”

Calum has no answer to the shattering question you pose and even if he did he knows nothing—no answer or explanation—will ever justify their absence. He stays silent and holds you. Rocks back and forth with you in his arms almost like you both do with Mila. He can feel with every little motion that you’re trying to pull yourself together but he’s always been the place that you can fall apart. He doesn’t coax you to do anything. Just stays with you, becomes a presence to help fill the void.

“Sweetheart,” he finally mumbles after minutes of quiet. He feels your clutch on him tighten as you slightly shift to meet his gaze. His fingers lightly settle under your chin to keep you with him. “She doesn’t need them. They don’t deserve her or you.”

“What?” you mumble out the one worded question; clearly hearing the words but unable to grasp them fully.

“She doesn’t need them, she has me and you. You give her more love than imaginable,” Calum explains and you nod to show you understand. He lets out a breath and so do you though it shakes. “If they don’t care to try they don’t deserve to have you keep trying. You’re too good for them. So is Mila, look at her,” Calum explains further and coaxes you to raise your head and find your reason for everything. Mila smiles when you meet eyes with her and it’s enough to convince you of Calum’s words.

“I just feel bad she’ll grow up missing part of her family,” you finally admit and maybe it’s more or less about her and you.

“With all of those people out there who love her, she’ll never miss a thing,” Calum says and grins to himself as a thought enters his mind. “And I mean, Luke did walk you down the aisle so that kinda makes him her pseudo grandpa?”

You erupt into laughter and shake your head no. “Don’t even joke about that with him. He’s already vying for favorite uncle. We don’t need him fighting your dad to be the favorite grandfather.”

Calum purses his lips as he contemplates the very real possibility of that before laughing with you. He wipes away remnants of tears on your face and gives you another moment to collect yourself. Once he finds that you’re back together he gives you a little nuzzle. “Ready to get back out there?”

You nod and stand. Mila lights up and lets out a little noise as you bring her back into your arms. You keep her close and Calum stays by your side as you head back out to the dining room where your family waits. They all greet you warmly but don’t comment on or question your disappearance. You keep Mila in your hold instead of putting her back in her high chair. Small talk resumes and eventually Ashton proposes a toast.

“To a good holiday season,” he finishes.

“And to family,” you pitch in and make everyone agree. Glasses clink. “Thanks for being here with us.”

Everyone agrees with the sentiment and says there’s nowhere else they’d rather be. In that moment, gathered with those who love and care for you and your daughter, it’s easy to let go of those who don’t and to appreciate all that you have. When one of Calum’s hands grabs for yours and the other gently holds Mila’s you’re also sure there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

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pawsitivelymiraculous · 4 years

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Driving. (Day eight)

I'm alive!!! Kind off... Idk school is though. I am sorry for disappearing last week was the end of the bimester so I had finals and late homework that was stressing me out, but I'm back now!

Anyways, this is part two of the Twins AU

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The Wayne manor buzzed with nervous energy as all its residents waited for the arrival of one Marinette Dupain-cheng.

Despite Damian's threats, the moment Bruce found out about his daughter he contacted her and made arrangements to have her visit America on her school break.

And now that the day has arrived.

"Well, I think we should all prepare in case she turns out to be a female version of demon spawn." Jason said, trying to break the silence, and maybe make Damian angry in the process. Ever since Marinette confirmed that she was going to Gotham Damian had been acting strange, and it was honestly scaring Jason.

Damian lunged at him, "I dare you to say that again Todd!" He yelled, while grabbing him by his collar. Ah, there he is the Damian they know and love.

"Get it off me!" Jason shrieked.

Dick, the peacemaker, tried to pull Damian away but it was proving to be a rather difficult task.

That's when Bruce walked into the room.

He stopped when he saw Jason and Damian wrestling on the floor as Dick tried to stop them. Meanwhile, Tim stared blankly at the wall with an empty mug on his hand.

Bruce wanted nothing more than to simply walk out, pretend his children weren't crazy.

but unfortunately as a father he couldn't do that.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce opened his mouth to scold them. But before he got the chance he was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

Everyone froze, Tim getting so startled that he dropped his mug. "That was my favorite mug," he whimpered, looking down at the shattered pieces sadly.

They all gaped as a petite 16-year-old girl walked in dragging a ginormous suitcase with Alfred at her tail begging Marinette to let him help her with the luggage.

"Grandpa Alfie, thank you for offering but I'm fine." She said.

"Grandpa Alfie?" Dick asked.

Marinette grinned, "Well yeah, Dami told me how he took care of our father when he was young. So, he's Grandpa Alfie!" She replied cheerfully. "Anyways, you must be… Grayson? So… Dick! Nice to meet you! I'm Marinette."

Marinette stretched out her hand, but Dick hugged her instead. "I think you're my new favorite, baby sister."

"I'll have you know that I'm older than Dami." Marinette said with a pout. Then laughed when Dick ruffled her hair. "Speaking of Dami..." Marinette looked around the room until her eyes landed on her twin.

Damian walked over to her, and to everyone's surprise, gave her a small awkward hug. "Nice to see you Mari." Then he smirked, “and you aren't older. We were in a artificial womb so it hardly counts"

Marinette giggled. "You're just bitter that I'm older by two full minutes."

Jason looked at the two in confusion. "Mari? Dami? I- I think I need to lay down." Placing the back of his hand against his forehead as if trying to take his own temperature. "Demon spawn has a twin who is pure sunshine, and… and they have nicknames for each other. Bruce, I think we somehow ended up in an alternate reality. " He concluded dramatically.

"Demon spawn? Wow Dami, I also heard that they call you Ice prince. That's some reputation you got." Marinette teased. Damian glared at Jason. "And you are… Jason?" Marinette guessed.

Jason nodded. "Yep"

Marinette looked at his leather jacket, more specifically the tears and stains that were clearly not caused intentionally for fashion's sake, in disdain. "You need a new jacket."

The look in Jason's face was priceless.

Both Dick and Tim laughed, and Damian looked amused as Jason sputtered.

"Lucky for you, I made you one!" Marinette said, ignoring the laughs. "In fact I made you all something plus a suit for the upcoming gala." Marinette grabbed the bag that held all the gifts and handed them out.

Tim looked at his "Coffee flows through my veins" hoodie. "I have to agree with Dick, Marinette is my favorite sibling now. This is amazing."

Marinette smiled as the rest thanked her. "Oh and Grandpa Alfie, I have something for you too, but I'll give it to you later." She added with a wink.

That's when Marinette finally seemed to realize that her father was in the room. Her father who had been standing back in the shadows watching her interact with her siblings.

Marinette blinked at him. "Uh… i- it's nice to me-meet you Dad." When he said nothing, Marinette started to freak out. "It's it okay to call you Dad? I mean you are my father… b-but if not that's fine." Bruce's cold shell cracked at the girls rambles.

What was it that Jason called her? Sunshine? It definitely fit her, especially after he smiled at her. She lit up and gave him a smile so bright that it could rival the sun.

Bruce couldn't quite understand it, but there was something special about that girl that made a person want to wrap her up in bubble wrap and protect her and love her. Looking around at everyone in the room Bruce could tell that everyone thought the same.

"It's alright, you can call me dad. It's nice to finally meet you too, I do wish that Damian hadn't kept you a secret." He said the last part while shooting a glare at his son.

Marinette laughed at that and playfully nudged her brother. "I know right? I wanted to meet all of you before, but grumpy cat here wouldn't let me." She poked Damian's face.

Surprisingly, Damian didn't snap or… bite her. Which is what was sure to happen had it been anyone else doing it. Instead, he just grumbled and glared at the floor.

"Now that we are talking about secrets…" Marinette reached into her pocket and pulled out a small drawstring sack. "I wanted to give you this," she said to Bruce as she handed him the sack. He dropped the object that was inside into his hand, then looked at his daughter in confusion.

Marinette grinned mischievously, "Damian was no help when I was trying to figure out what to give you, so I made you two suits. But then I found this and I thought it would be a perfect addition." She explained.

Everyone watched as Bruce looked at the little plastic toy and. "Is… is this a toy stamp?" He asked.

"Yup! It has a cute little bat on it."

"I- uh thank you?" He said, still looking confused.

Marinette laughed. "Like I said, blame Damian. But I mean you can use it to… well I don't know… sign notes? Use it if you save a child to brighten their day? If you can't adopt them?" At that, everyone except Alfred and Damian burst out laughing. "I just found it and it reminded me that my dad dresses like a bat and goes out to save the city at night, so I thought I would give it to you." Marinette said.

Jason was probably the one laughing the hardest, "I- I am vengeance" he choked out between laughs. "I am the night… I AM BATMAN… a- and… I… HAVE A BAT-STAMP TO PROVE IT."

They all broke down laughing.

Alfred took the stamp from Bruce and said, "I shall add this to your utility belt, Master Bruce."

Bruce shook his head, it seemed like his daughter would fit right in with the family.

"Ooo are you going to the batcave? That's where you keep the batmobile right?" Bruce nodded. "Can I drive it some day? I can drive you know." Marinette asked.

Bruce chuckled, "You really are Damian's twin."

Marinette smiled. "Yeah, but knowing him he didn't do this when he asked." She proceeded to stick out her lip a bit in a small pout and look up at him with big, seemingly innocent, eyes.

"That must be the so-called 'puppy eyes' Mari talked about." Damian mused.

And they worked.

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katblu42 · 3 years

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In Pieces

This little thing was trying to distract me the whole time I was writing my Easter Tag fic! It is 4am. This may not have been adequately proofread!

There was no mistaking the tone of the raised voice emanating from behind the closed door, even if most of the words were muffled. Scott didn’t dare attempt to get any closer than the safety of the doorway of his own bedroom to hear more. Seeing John’s cautious approach to the bedroom in question, Scott caught his brother’s attention and beckoned him over.

“What’s going on?” John whispered.

“I’m not sure, but there’s no way I’m going in there to find out.”

“. . . not the first time . . . How many times, Virgil? . . . need to be told?!” The few words they could make out were enough to tell them how much trouble their brother was in, and a potential reason why. “. . . in pieces! . . . priceless antique . . . family heirloom . . . know you are never to touch! And . . . in my office to begin with!”

The two boys stood silently behind the partially closed door to Scott’s room, ready to push the door to at the first sign of their father’s exit from the room on the other side of the hall. Neither of them wished to be in Virgil’s shoes at that particular moment, nor did they wish to catch their father’s attention when he was in this kind of temper.

“. . . going to do with you? . . . how to deal with this . . . if your mother was here!” Scott winced, and John sucked in a long gasp. That was a low blow so soon after the loss. “. . . you ever learn?! . . . even look at you right now.”

Not once did Scott or John hear a voice other than their father’s. In fact there seemed to be very few pauses for any kind of response during the five minute tirade before all fell silent. When the door across the hall began to open, Scott’s door was swiftly and silently closed. They were able to hear a murmur in the hall, and John suspected it to be an instruction to “stay in there until further notice” before the door was emphatically closed.

Jeff didn’t exactly slam the door on the way out, but he made sure it was most definitely firmly shut! His blood was boiling. The boy had been repeatedly told he should ask before pulling something apart to “see how it works.” Certain things were off limits. Especially when they resided in his office, which the boys were never supposed to be in unless he summoned them there. And this particular item was priceless and irreplaceable. When he’d seen it broken down into dozens of clockwork pieces spread out across Virgil’s bed he had felt himself shaking with uncontainable anger.

His grandfather had given him the curious Clockwork Marvel with the little figures of woodsmen and their axes, saws and hammers, and the little mountain climber at the back. Jeff had been intrigued by it every time he had visited with his grandparents as a boy. He’d seen it in motion a few times, but not since he was Gordon’s age. Even back then the moving parts had been deemed fragile, so only Grandpa was ever allowed to wind it up and get it going. It had been given to Jeff when his Grandpa had passed away and Grandma had explained that it had belonged to Grandpa’s father, and had been handed down to him from an uncle who’d been a clock maker. Jeff’s boys had only ever seen it up on a high shelf behind his desk. Jeff had never wound it up to show them the movement – in fact he wasn’t even sure he knew where the winding key was. Virgil had never shown any great interest in the thing, so why now?

His 12 year old son had stood silently staring at the carpet the whole time he’d been talking to him – well, lecturing him to be honest – and it had only infuriated him more. Virgil had nodded in acknowledgement once or twice, so at least he knew the boy had been listening, but he was still not sure the message had sunk in. After all, so much of what he’d just said had been said before. Virgil was old enough now to know better, and Jeff didn’t have the patience to deal with repeating old lessons in appropriate behaviour. Lucy would have handled this better. Hell, maybe if she were here the boy would have had something else to occupy his time. But she wasn’t here. He still had to keep reminding himself of that.

He needed a drink.

That evening when the family gathered around the dinner table there was a notable absence. It wasn’t unusual for Virgil not to come down for dinner right away. He would often get so caught up in what he was doing that he’d just forget about meals until the growling of his stomach became too loud and insistent to ignore. Even then sometimes the need to “just finish this little bit” before stopping was enough to override the growling. No, the unusual thing was that their father didn’t mention the absence.

“Where’s Virgil?” Gordon asked around his first mouthful of food, spitting crumbs onto the table.

“I’ll go find him,” Scott volunteered, rising from his seat.

“No,” their father said, firmly.

“No?” Scott could barely believe what he’d heard. His brothers stopped and stared, Gordon with his mouth hanging open, Alan only because John had stopped chopping up his chicken for him. “But -”

“You heard me,” Jeff reiterated. “He is to stay in his room.”

The subject was closed. The boys knew from his tone, his expression, the subtle shift in his body language that there was no point in saying more on the matter. The steel that had been in Scott’s eyes and the set of his shoulders took a moment to soften, but soften it did, and the others turned their attention back to their plates. The mood around the table remained subdued throughout the rest of the meal. It wasn’t silent. In the Tracy household mealtimes were never silent affairs, but Scott and John spoke only in response to their little brothers, and Jeff said nothing.

As soon as dinner was finished Jeff disappeared, as was his habit lately, probably to his office. The boys had all but given up looking for their dad in the evenings. They cleared the table, Scott took Alan upstairs to get him ready for his bath while John and Gordon argued over who’s turn it was to wash and who’s to dry the dishes. And the normal night-time routine ran its course without anyone hearing a peep out of Virgil.

Without Virgil to help with getting the youngest two bathed and into pyjamas, forcing them to brush teeth and get into bed, and reading stories those duties kept Scott and John busy. Once Alan was asleep and Gordon had reluctantly agreed to let Scott read instead of Virgil, John went up to the attic nook to unwind with the relaxing familiarity of his telescope and the stars.

By the time John came down from the attic Scott was already sequestered away in his room. Not yet asleep – John could see the light under the door, which probably meant Scott was trying to catch up on homework before turning in. He didn’t think much of it as he headed for the room he shared with Virgil, which also had light leaking from beneath the door.

He opens the door to find Virgil still dressed, tinkering away at something on his desk, a few bits and pieces still laid out meticulously on the bed, and completely oblivious to John entering and crossing to his own bed. There’s no reaction to John moving about the room and getting into his pyjamas.

“Virgil?” he quietly prompts. “You okay?”

There’s a sigh and a slump of shoulders, but he doesn’t put down what he’s working on or turn around.

“I’m fine.”

“You know it’s almost midnight, right?” John knows that will make little difference to his night-owl brother. There is no response, so John tries again. “You missed dinner. Do you want me to get you a snack or something?”

“I’m not hungry.” There’s a ratchety clicking sound and Virgil finally puts the object down and turns towards John. “Thanks though.”

John can see there have been tears at some stage. The smile that Virgil tries to offer him is weak, and the spark is missing from those gentle brown eyes. John isn’t sure how to fix what’s wrong and he almost decides to go and fetch Scott, but changes his mind at the realisation that the smile is for his benefit – so he won’t worry about his wounded brother.

“We can talk about what dad said -”

“No, it’s okay.” Virgil turned back to the desk, picking up a tiny screwdriver and adjusting something. “I screwed up. But I can fix it. I’m okay. I promise.”

John doesn’t have to hear the sniffle to know there are more tears. He closes the gap between them, bare feet padding on the carpet. He’s surprised to see the little mechanical woodsmen Virgil is tinkering with. He never realised just how complex their dad’s clockwork ornament really was when broken down into its many parts, but then he’d never been this close to it before. It was more than half reassembled and he instinctively understood Virgil’s focus. He placed a hand on Virgil’s shoulder and gave a simple squeeze.

“Anything I can do to help?”

Virgil shook his head, as John knew he would. This was something he needed to do by himself.

John left him to it, went to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed and returned to find Virgil had turned on his desk lamp and angled it away from John’s bed. When John flicked the main bedroom light off Virgil was cast in silhouette against the soft glow of the lamp. John watched him for a moment before sliding himself beneath his bedcovers and whispering goodnight. Virgil was too engrossed in his repairs to respond.

Despite the late hour at which he’d dragged himself to bed, Jeff was up in a timely manner the following morning. Scott was already helping Alan with his breakfast in the kitchen, and Gordon was making a mess of pouring cereal into his bowl. He stayed in the kitchen long enough to say good morning, make himself a coffee and grab a piece of toast before retreating to his office.

The events of the previous afternoon were still playing on his mind as he set his coffee mug down on the desk. His eyes were drawn up to the high shelf where his clockwork woodsmen should be . . . and there it was. The marvellous little ornament that he’d last seen in so many tiny pieces all over Virgil’s bed the day before was whole again. It seemed to sparkle and gleam in a way that he didn’t remember it having ever done before. Intrigued, he carefully lifted it down off the shelf and placed it on the desk. Neatly slotted into its hole in the back of the base was the winding key. He knew that had been missing for some time.

Suddenly it twigged. Virgil must have found the key. His mechanically curious boy had somehow figured out what the key fitted into and needed to know what it did. One thing would have led to another from there. Jeff knew the old machinery was not working well back when he was a boy, so if Virgil had wound it up he would have seen something was amiss. The innate need to know how it worked – or how it should work – would have been the driving force behind taking it apart.

Now that it was back together Jeff could see in his mind’s eye how each piece had been laid out in painstakingly ordered fashion on Virgil’s bed. He should have trusted the boy. Since he was four or five years old he had never failed to put pack together whatever he’d pulled apart. (There were a few mishaps with the reassembly before then, but not since.) But this was by far the most complex, the most finely detailed piece of machinery Virgil had ever attempted.

Hardly realising he was doing so, he wound the key. Once, twice, three times, just like Grandpa used to do. Tiny clockwork gears and motors clicked and whirred as the miniature woodsmen swung their axes, beat their hammers and push-pulled their saws. The little, tiny mountain climber worked his tiny pick. And tinkling metallic chimes played music. Music! He had never even known his Grandpa’s clockwork machine was meant to play music.

Tears ran down his cheeks. Many childhood memories of gazing at this fascinating ornament in wonder came flooding back. This was more than he’d ever seen the machine do, more than he’d imagined it could do. And his talented little boy had done all this in less than a day, brought new life to an almost forgotten antique.

He ran up the stairs, startling Scott, who tried to ask if something was wrong. Ignoring the inquiry he flung open the door to Virgil and John’s room with a thud of doorknob on wall that woke John, but not Virgil.

“Dad?!” John’s voice was laced with concern, but Jeff didn’t even register that he’d spoken. He dropped to his knees beside Virgil’s bed, ran his hand across the back of the boys shoulders as he slept on his stomach, gave the far shoulder a squeeze, and a firm, but gentle shake.

“Virgil? Son, wake up.” The boy stirred, mumbled incoherently and tried to roll over. Jeff took the opportunity to sit the boy up and wrap him in a tight hug. “Virgil!”

This time something in his father’s voice registered with Virgil and he blinked his eyes open. Seeing, and feeling his father’s tears, and being wrapped in his embrace, Virgil’s heart leapt into his throat.

“Dad?! What’s wrong?” His dad was crying and hugging him, something really bad must have happened. Again.

Jeff pulled back from the hug, gripping Virgil’s shoulders and looking into his son’s eyes, immediately regretting the fear he saw there. Something else to feel guilty about.

“Son, I’m so sorry!” His hand reached up to stroke unruly dark locks. “I don’t know how you did it. I don’t know why I doubted you could, but . . . I,” he faltered, his voice cracking. Virgil stared, dumbfounded. “Thank you. For fixing the woodsmen.”

Virgil was enveloped in another hug, and he hugged back, still a little bewildered. It felt good to have his father’s arms wrapped around him. It had been a long time since they’d had a moment like this, and yesterday had felt so horrible.

“There are still bits that need fixing,” Virgil tried to explain. “Some of the cogs have broken teeth, there are parts that are just loose because they’ve been worn down. It should work better now it’s all clean, but it’s not perfect.”

“It works better than I’ve ever seen it.” He smiled at his son, beaming with pride and pure childish joy. “I had no idea it was supposed to play music. I’ve never heard it do that before.” Virgil’s eyebrows raised. “You did an amazing job, son. Thank you.”

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anarchyduck · 4 years

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Spiders on Alcohol

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CW: Underage Drinking, but that’s about it

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“Sir, you have an incoming call from Mr. Parker.”

Tony’s first thought is the kid is hurt. The rational side quickly takes over, reminding him that if the kid was hurt then he would receive a message from his AI Karen. The kid could be - has been - on death's door and wouldn’t call.

His second thought is how late it is. The time on the stove read 12:30 in glowing blue numerals which is way past the kid’s curfew.

A third rapid thought is it’s also Peter’s night off. His suit isn’t active; FRIDAY would have told him the second it became active.

“Patch him through.” Tony says as he rinses off a plate and puts it into the dish drainer.

“Yes sir.” FRI replies.

There is a brief pause then Tony says, “You’re lucky I don’t need sleep. What’s up?”

When he doesn’t immediately receive a response, he frowns and turns off the water. Paranoia tugs at the edges of his mind and Tony shoves back the worst case scenarios that try to pop into his mind. He opens his mouth, the kid’s name on his tongue, when Peter finally speaks.

“Mis’er Stark?” He sounds confused. “Why… Why do you have Happy’s phone?”

It’s Tony’s turn to be confused. “Because you didn’t call Happy, you called me.” He grabs a nearby dish towel to dry his hands. He can hear what sounds like a car honk and Peter’s breathing. He’s not at home, clearly.

“Oh… Shit.” Peter mutters something Tony doesn’t quite catch. “S-Sorry, didn’t mean… Meant to call Happy. Not-Not that I don’t like talkin’ to you, Mis’er Stark. You, you’re cool and uh…”

“Yeah, I am cool. What’s going on, kid?”

“Uhm…” Tony hears the hesitation and for a split second he thinks Peter may hang up on him. “Can, uh, can you…can you like, come get me?” The request is so small, so quiet, and Tony knows something is wrong.

“Yeah,” Tony says immediately. His heart rate spikes with anxiety. Damn kid is going to be the death of him one day, he knows it. God. “Yeah, I can get you, where are you?”

Peter sighs with relief. “Huh? Uh I’m uh, what street is this… I don’t, hold on-”

Tony slips on a pair of loafers (grandpa shoes, as Peter calls them) as the call shifts seamlessly from the overhead AI to his phone. He grabs his wallet and keys on his way out the door, and is in the garage by the time Peter comes back on the line.

“Fifth and, uh, Fifty-Nineth.”

Tony nods to himself as the car revs to life. “Okay, Fifth and,”-- and he pauses as it dawns on him --“Wait, Fifth and Fifty-Nineth? What are you doing so far out of Queens?”

“I don’t have to stay in Queens all the time.” Tony can practically hear those brown eyes rolling. “I can like go other places, have gone other places! There’s like, a whole big ol’ world out there Mis’ser Stark and yeah Queens is big too I guess and like-”

Tony frowns lightly and glances toward the dash as he drives. Peter is still rambling and his words are going together and it sounds awfully familiar in a terrible way.

“Peter are you drunk?”

The kid blows a raspberry in response. “Whaaat? No! No, I’m not drink, drunk.” His voice cracks and raises a couple octaves as Parker lying syndrome kicks in. “I’m totally, one hundred percent not drunk!”

“Oh my God.” Tony breathes out a breath. “FRI, find the quickest route. Kid, you stay put. I don’t want you to move an inch off that sidewalk. Got it? Find a bench and park it.”

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He finds the kid exactly where Peter said he would be. He’s laying on a bus bench, one arm hanging over while the other is crossed over his eyes. For a split second, Tony thinks he’s asleep (passed out) but he sees Peter’s leg bouncing where his foot is planted on the concrete.

“Hey, underoos.” Tony calls as he climbs out of the vehicle. The kid stirs, arm uncovers his face as he looks at him with a goofy grin.

“Mr. Stark!” Peter sits up and practically jumps from the bench. He sways a little on his feet, takes a step back, then bounds forward, damn near skipping as he meets Tony at the car. “Hey, man, wow, you’re here. Cool.”

“What, did you think I wouldn’t come?” Tony circles around the front of the vehicle where the teen is leaning against the passenger door. He doesn’t look hurt. No blood, no bruising. However, the closer Tony gets, the stronger he smells alcohol, particularly on Peter’s breath. “Wow, damn kid you smell like a brewery.”

Peter’s brows pinch together as his eyes widen. “Really?” He puts a hand up to his face to check his breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, wow. Okay, come on let’s go.” The kid doesn’t put up resistance as Tony puts him into the car. Peter leans back into the leather, eyes wide as he stares up, unaware as Tony buckles him in.

He breathes out and giggles. “Feel like I’m floatin’.”

Tony snorts with amusement and shuts the door. He rounds the car back to his side, gets in and takes off onto the road. At first, he thinks of heading straight for Queens and depositing the kid at home. But the penthouse is closer and the more responsible side of Tony’s mind says he shouldn’t leave a drunken teenager alone.

“All right,” he starts. “So spill. What are you doing over here.”

“Got invited to a party.” Peter runs his hand against the bit of smooth metal on the door. “And like,” he sighs as he nestles into the seat. “It was so weird, Mr. Stark because I didn’t know no one, anyone, and it wasn’t anythin’ like Liz’s party. Ned wasn’t there and MJ wasn’t there and it was so weird, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah?” it’s all Tony can say to that as the kid barrels on forward.

“Yeah! Liz, Liz didn’t have alcohol because we were all underage anyway and her dad would’ve killed us. He tried to kill me, ya know? Like… a few times. God what if the dude who owns that house back there is like, this… big super villain who I gotta fight later and how weird would that be? Get invited twice to a party where the-the guy tries killin’ me later.”

“I would say that would be very weird.” Tony agrees. “And that you probably shouldn’t put that out there in the universe.”

Peter groans and Tony glances over to see him fumbling at the side of his seat. It takes him a second to realize what the kid is looking for.. “FRI, lean his seat back.”

The kid’s eyes go wide as the seat reclines back and he laughs lightly to himself as he lays back. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.” He drags a hand over the side of his face and pokes at his cheek with another laugh. “My face feels weird.”

Tony chuckles. “Yeah, bet it does. How much did you drink?”

“Uhhh…” Peter trails off as he keeps poking his cheek. “More than one?”

Oh yeah, the kid was going to be feeling it later. “Just promise you won’t throw up in the car.”

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To Peter’s credit, he didn’t puke in the car. They make it back to the penthouse and by the time they walk through the door, Tony is almost carrying the kid. Peter rambles the entire way, making comments here and there; talking to Tony; talking to FRIDAY; talking to himself. He’s leaning heavily, stumbling in his steps, and giggling.

“Okay webs,” Tony sets the kid down on the bed in the guestroom. “Stay here, don’t move, I’ll get you some water.”

“‘Kay.” Peter says as he flops back onto the bed.

Should he remove his shoes? Tony tries to think back to what others did for him, but comes up with nothing. God what he wouldn’t give for Pepper to be here. She would know what to do. Luckily the kid makes the decision for him and kicks off his shoes as he curls up onto his side.

“Going to get you some water. Don’t move.” Tony says again, pressing his voice a little firmer to drive his point across. Peter doesn’t do much more than hum in reply and he feels confident enough the kid will be fine for at least a couple minutes.

Tony runs a hand through his hair as he breathes out a sigh. How did he get stuck babysitting a drunk teenager? That said, it couldn’t be any harder than babysitting a stabbed teenager. Least the kid doesn’t have to worry about needles. May Parker crosses his mind as he fills a glass from the tap and he takes his phone out of his back pocket to send her a message.

Your kid is staying over at my place for the night. Don’t worry, he’s ok. Working?

Tony receives a reply much quicker than anticipated.

Double shift

Trouble?

Well that certainly explains how the kid snuck away from home. He can’t see May letting her sixteen year old nephew go to a party where alcohol would be served. Hell, he’s still wrapping his head around the idea Peter willingly went to a party on his own. He types out a reply:

100% grounded.

The phone pings with another quick reply.

Totally

Ty tony

Tony sets the phone down and picks up the glass of water as he rounds the kitchen island to head back into the room. He fully expects to see the kid right where he left him, curled up on his side or maybe on his back again. Humming or singing to himself, complaining about the room spinning. Instead, he finds an empty bed.

He sets the glass on the bedside table while glancing about the room. “Kid?” he calls, eyes even stealing a look toward the ceiling because who knows at this point.

It’s the sound of gagging and retching that directs him to the bathroom. Door is left open, lights off, and when Tony flips them on, he finds Peter vomiting into the toilet.

“Yeah, that’s about right.” he sighs.

Peter gags and spits into the bowl. “It went through my nose.”

Tony grimaces sympathetically. “That’s gross,” he says. The kid heaves again. Tears run down his cheeks as he gasps for breath, no doubt fighting the nausea and contracting muscles. It’s a fight Tony himself knows all too well and lost far too many times. The nights when he was caught in another bender, coming home from some nameless party with or without some nameless face, and always ending up exactly where Peter is now.

How many times was someone there for him? How many times was he alone?

“I’m so s-sorry.” Peter lets out a strangled sob. “I never… I didn’t mean to be, so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” Tony says as he wets a washcloth in the sink. “A dumbass, yes. But not stupid.”

“Never should’ve gone to that party. Bad idea. Dumb idea. Didn’t… I didn’t even know no one there and I jus’ wanted to be cool.”

Tony scoffs. “By drinking a shit ton of alcohol? Yeah. Real cool.” He frowns to himself at the firm undertone and adds, “But I get it.”

Peter spits another sting of bile and takes the offered washcloth to wipe his face. He manages to flush the toilet and attempts to stand on his feet, only to sway backwards and hit the wall with a thump.

“Ow…” the kid groans and Tony is sure he’s being tested by some form of higher power.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Let’s get you up before you decide to pass out in my bathroom.” He grabs the teen by his arms to pull him up, finding himself doing most of the lifting despite Peter’s clumsy and fruitless attempts to stand.

“‘m not gonna pass out…” Peter sniffles as he leans against Tony. He’s still clutching the washcloth.

“You know,”--Tony maneuvers them back into the bedroom and sits Peter on the edge of the bed-- “for a scrawny kid, you’re solid as hell.”

“Not scrawny.”

“Uh huh.” Tony picks up the glass of water. “Think you can hold down some water? You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t, believe me kiddo.”

Thankfully the kid manages to take a drink without spilling it on himself. Even manages to put it back on the nightstand without slumping over. “Okay, spider baby, bedtime for you.” Tony eases him down onto the bed on his side, ignoring any and all mumbled protests (“I’m not a baby.”). He draws the blankets over him and leaves just long enough to grab the trash bin from the bathroom.

Peter hasn’t moved from his curled up spot, but Tony knows the kid isn’t asleep yet. He’s staring at the wall ahead of him, seemingly unaware. Part of him is impressed the teen hasn’t passed out yet.

“Penny for your thoughts, kid?”

Peter slowly blinks then frowns. “You’re like… super rich, Mr. Stark. My thoughts are worth way more than a penny.”

“A quarter then.”

“Cheap.” The kid mutters with a small hint of a smile. It’s gone alarmingly quick as Peter begins to worry the edge of the blanket between his forefinger and thumb. “Jus’ thinking… my Uncle Ben said he’d buy me my first beer. Said it’s like… a dad thing or whatever, but since I don’t have one, he said he’d do it.”

Ben was a rare subject and one Peter didn’t bring up lightly. It wasn’t fair for the kid. The universe kept throwing more and more shit at him and it wasn’t fair. Anyone else would turn bitter but not Peter. He was good and kind and unlike anyone Tony had met. He’d do anything for this kid.

“Well,” Tony sniffs and clears his throat as he sits on the edge of the bed beside Peter’s legs. “My dad never did that stuff with me either. I was already at MIT when I was your age, going to parties and sneaking into bars. Doubt the man would have done it anyway.” he adds with an undertone of bitterness before charging forward. “Anyway, I’m just saying when you’re older, and I mean when you turn twenty-one, how about I buy you a beer?” The blankets shift and Tony feels eyes on him. “Unless it’s overstepping, which I completely understand and-”

“Yes.”

The words stop dead on his tongue and Tony finds the courage to look at the kid. There are tears in Peter’s eyes, but he’s smiling. “Yeah?” he presses and the teen nods. A strange weight lifts from Tony’s shoulders to the point he finds himself smiling in return. “It’s a deal then. So no more drinking until then or else I’ll find another intern to dote on.”

“No you won’t.” Peter yawns and settles against the pillow, eyes drooping close. “‘m your favorite.”

Tony smiles and brushes back some wayward curls from the teen’s face. “Yeah, you are.”

#irondad #marvel #spider-man #peter parker #tony stark #spider-man fic #mcu #duckie's writing #it's done!#the beast has been slain and I'm so proud of it tbh

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