#he is looking admiringly at his son

[anxiouscowboy]

Idk man I'm just thinking about how the Man With No Name would have absolutely loved Neko Atsume.

[madame-fear]

Hi i was wondering if you could write an nsfw head cannon of jacaerys and his wife reader and what their intimate life is like, and like talk about stuff they do.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : headcanons, smut + slight fluff. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : : jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; p in v, unprotected sex, sex from behind, bootfucking, breast play, creampie, slight mentions of mirror sex, oral sex (both receiving), mentions of you riding him, praising, slight mentions of spanking.

: ̗̀➛ Okay, so, for starters. Your intimate life naturally came after you were both officially married, and the bedding ceremony came. To respect your privacy, the two of you already had a chamber of your own to share, and you would be able to be as intimate as you wished.

: ̗̀➛ Initially, Jace would’ve been very soft and delicate with you. It’s in his gentleman nature to be careful, especially with the woman who was now his wife, and he so adored. Things would’ve gone slowly, but surely. And perhaps, there would’ve been a bit of foreplay and kisses before starting anything.

: ̗̀➛ Jace would press sweet, teasing pecks all across your cheek, going down to your jawline, focusing on giving your neck attention with his kisses — especially in a particular spot of your neck where Jace notices it makes you squirm and gasp —, and goes to your collarbone, savouring your skin with each peck.

: ̗̀➛ All the while, of course, Jace’s hands softly move behind your back, playing with the laces of your nightgown as he leisurely unties them, letting your gown become loose from your body, and fall from your shoulders. Being the gentleman he is, of course, Jacaerys would constantly ask you if you’re feeling comfortable with what he’s doing, if you want him to stop, or keep going; all with the most sweetest voice you’ve ever heard.

: ̗̀➛ His coffee eyes would look up at you admiringly, just like a fascinated puppy. You don’t want him to stop any sooner — if anything, the way he teased your skin by pressing soft kisses and caressing it leisurely with the tip of your fingers, merely got you all wet and needy for him. To which, you gave him the green light to keep going.

: ̗̀➛ And my god, you didn’t regret it. The second you approved for him to keep pleasing you, his hands rather desperately pulled down your gown, low enough to just expose your breasts. His mouth immediately took your hardened nipple in a delicate manner, using his tongue to tease it very lightly, and his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin to leave some lovemarks, using his hands to pinch, twist, and rub your nipples.

: ̗̀➛ Pretty little hushed whimpers & moans would continuously escape from your lips as your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back; feeling your cunt grow wet and needy. Each sound that spurred from that beautiful mouth of yours, simply made Jace grow harder for you, with an overwhelming need to fuck you right there, and make you shout loudly his name for everyone to hear who you belong to.

: ̗̀➛ And so he did. By the time Jacaerys had already feasted a bit too much on your delicate skin and sweet breasts, his mouth abruptly pulled away from your tits after some minutes, making you gasp, and his firm yet gentle hand pushed you onto your back against the mattress, getting on tip of you, and fucking you fervently throughout the entire night, cumming in and out of your body several times.

: ̗̀➛ After such lovely bedding night, getting lovingly yet roughly fucked by the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you would’ve gotten more and more used to explore your intimacy together - whether it’s privately, or... Even publicly, being a bit more bold.

: ̗̀➛ Jacaerys absolutely adores having you all submissive & needy, as much as it pains him to hold himself back from taking you right there all for him. So, whenever he’s either studying, reading in High Valyrian, or simply reading a book - he will absolutely have you sitting on the floor, whining and begging for him to take you.

: ̗̀➛ You look beautifully endearing just like that, and Jace will tease you by making you sit on top of his boot, and rubbing your needy moist cunt, bootfucking you. Continous desperate whines would escape from you, begging for him to fully take you - but not just yet. Jace prefers having you clinging to his leg, and seeing how you rub yourself with the tip of his boot.

: ̗̀➛ Jace always knows exactly what you like, and what you need. And he keeps the perfect balance between roughness, and gentleness at the same time. Part of him loves treating you as if you were the petal of a rose, or made of glass - delicately and lovingly. And another part of him simply wants to fuck you like a whore, like you need and want to get fucked, rough and disgusting. This, however, doesn’t mean he will not respect the boundaries you’ve set for each other, and afterwards, he will always ask you if you’re okay, and feeling comfortable.

: ̗̀➛ Sex from behind happens often, and I dare to say it’s one of his favourite positions, after having you riding him. The feeling of you becoming weaker with every pound of cock buried deep inside your pussy, continously hitting your soft spot. Expect his hands to always firmly grip your waist violently in a possesively controlling manner... Or, perhaps, one of his hands gropping your breast while he plays with your stimulated nipples. That feels pretty good for both of you.

: ̗̀➛ And speaking about sex from behind! During this position, I can imagine he would like fucking you right in front of a mirror, making sure to change the speed in which he penetrates you just to see the different expressions in your beauteous features. His hand would hold your chin occasionally, forcing you to stare at yourself through the mirror being fucked by him, as he whispers just how much of a good girl you are, taking his cock so well and obediently.

: ̗̀➛ One of his many favourite things to do in bed, is having you go down on him, and him going down on you. The way your hand forms a fist around his throbbing cock, gently masturbating him as your lips press delicate smooches on his leaking tip, moving your mouth all the way down to his cock with small kisses until you decide to finally take him in your mouth makes him go absolutely feral for you.

: ̗̀➛ It would take Jacaerys all the efforts that he has to not grip harshly from your hair, pulling it back, and violently face fuck you until you’re deepthroating his shaft and maybe even gagging a bit. It hurts not doing so, but he prefers to treat you like the true future Queen you are. The way in which your tongue strokes his cock leisurely while you’re going down on him with your mouth provokes him to loudly groan, and chant your name under his breath. As expected, his semen spurs all over the inside of your mouth, your tongue, and the roof of your mouth.

: ̗̀➛ Or, if he’s feeling a bit too aroused, he will quickly pull out from your mouth at the feeling of his seed being released, and come all over your precious lips, chin, neck, and chest. The sight of his own cum dripping from your chin and neck, some sticky drops falling to your tits, is enough to make him feel proud of himself. You’re all his.

: ̗̀➛ And when Jace has to go down on you? Man, he for sure knows how to take your aching pussy. His hands would be harshly gripping your hips, as his plump lips press playful kisses all over your inner thighs, moving upwards until he meets with your wet core.

: ̗̀➛ There, he would sweetly place kisses all over your moist folds, working up until he meets your glistening clit. He would then carefully rub the rim of it, and slowly work his way in to meet your throbbing core. His tongue would flick against that sensitive spot, and then he would move his mouth back towards your entrance, where he would suckle at your slit, selfishly drinking from your dripping slick while he eagerly fingerfucks you.

: ̗̀➛ It’s just as if Jace knew exactly how you like to be treated; pampering each bit of your sensible core with such fervent adoration. Jace does it like nobody else does, and you can go down on him like nobody else as well. You’re the perfect match.

: ̗̀➛ The eldest Velaryon Prince would also absolutely adore having you riding him. Especially because you tease him by telling him that you’re finally learning on how to properly ride a true dragon... And because he likes the way your tits bounce when you’re on top of him. And, of course, the sight of the bruises Jace leaves on your hips after firmly holding you down on him is also a very pleasant one.

: ̗̀➛ Jace knows how to treat you when you’re such a good girl for him, so obedient — and he will be so gentle, loving, and adoring. But when you’re a bit feisty with him, thinking that you can misbehave around him, Jace will never doubt on having you laid all across his lap, harshly spanking your ass until your flesh is red and swollen, occasionally rubbing his palm across your aching cunt teasingly.

: ̗̀➛ And when you accept your punishment, his pulsating cock would fill you up so delightfully. Pounding violently in and out of you continously, making sure his cock hits deeply against your G spot just to have you shaking, whining, and whimpering under him. Seven Hells, the way you moan his name in that ruined state is so, so pretty. And Jacaerys would cum several times inside of you, to the point you would feel comfortingly and overwhelmingly warm, until his hot semen is oozing out of your abused pussy, dripping down your inner thighs.

: ̗̀➛ I think Jace would pretty much be up to anything. Want to be tied to the bed while he fucks you and you can’t do anything about it? Sure, he will do as you please. Want to be choked? Okay! Jace will be happy to oblige. Want to be tendered softly, and fucked with love and adoration as he praises you in between kisses? Say no more. Jacaerys absolutely adores you, and that’s an understatement.

: ̗̀➛ Your sex life will be pretty much open to anything, and of course, his only focus will be in making you feel satisfied, comfortable, and loved. Jace would never do anything to get hurt you or make you uncomfy. 💗

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[lemon-russ]

A small inbetween due to popular demand- Cato needs to get The Talk (tm)

Poor Guillidad is at the end of his rope having to do this. But he's a better Dad than Emps so he grits his teeth and does it lol

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Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Sex talks, just awkward father son time

Summary: Cato gets The Talk (tm)

word count: 1,171

Cato follows behind Guilliman while he does his rounds of checking in on the various machinations of the chapter. To keep him busy, the primarch told him. They walked through the hangar now, and Guilliman stopped by a gunship, giving it an admiring look over.

“These have improved.” He says with a nod to the stormhawk. “We didn't have these back in my time.”

Cato watches as Guilliman gets closer to inspect the craft, looking over it's interior admiringly.

Somethings been on his mind though, since he was spoken to in the primarchs office.

“My Lord, may I ask you a clarifying question…?” He asks, standing straight backed with his hands behind his back, trying not to look nervous.

Guilliman looks over his shoulder out the ship door from where he was inspecting the various control panels. “Of course, Sicarius.” He says, motioning for him to come in. The primarch sits himself at the pilots chair, and Cato reluctantly sits co-pilot.

The proximity would make this more difficult, but at least they weren't looking directly at each other.

“Earlier, when you said, well… the talk….” Cato starts, turning his attention to some controls to his side and flipping a switch back and forth.

Guilliman freezes, then slowly gives Cato a sidelong glance. “…You… require some guidance…?” He asks, clearing his throat.

Cato frowns, not looking his gene father in the eye. “Well- just a question- we are taught in our training and initiation that Astartes are… well, infertile.” He says nervously, fidgeting with some controls.

Guilliman's face grows pale. “They- they tell you that-” he makes a tired groan, rubbing his temple. “Oh, terra. That's… can I assume you've been… operating under this assumption…?” he asks in a strangled voice.

Cato grimaces, glancing up at Guilliman and giving a small nod. His primarch sighs a weary sound.

“Well, you're not. No astarte is.” He says as he bores holes in the controls with his stare. “This must be a… miscommunication. Astartes don't have families, because they're supposed to be celibate, and if they aren't, duty comes first. But that does not mean the inability to… well, create a family…” he attempts to sound like he's reading it from text, matter of factly.

Cato swallows hard. “Does… does that mean the Ambassador-”

Guilliman scrunches his face in disgust and holds a hand up to stop him. “No- no, not… necessarily.” He says in a pained voice. “How long ago…?”

Cato looks hard at the panel. “The first time was… about a week and a half ago…?”

Guilliman makes a noise, “First time? How- when did you get a chance- wait, weren't you on the run on a rebel planet-”

Cato slinks down in his seat as Guilliman's eyes grow wider in horror. “Sicarius, you did not!” the primarch gasps, “While you were being hunted by an army? What, in a dirty hidey hole somewhere?”

“I mean- it wasn't like… in the dirt….” Cato defends in a mumble, face growing hot. “I held her up and-”

Guilliman groans and holds his hand up again. “She could get infections, or who knows what else,” he says, rubbing his palms down his face. “Okay, it's fine, she seems fine- I'll need to institute a sex-ed class for the whole chapter, it's fine” He grumbles.

Cato frowns, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He didn't mean to make her sick. He was immune to almost all disease and infection, it never crossed his mind that a baseline human could get sick from something so trivial.

“Did you…” His gene Father shifts awkwardly in his seat. “Did you, you know… do the riskier things…?” He forces out, unable to look at him.

Cato turns a little so his back is more toward Guilliman, playing with more switches, shoulders tight and raised nervously. “Y-yes.” He admits. “Is she… you know…” he mumbles, voice thick with worry. He heard that baseline women die when they give birth sometimes. Or die from being pregnant. So many things apparently can just kill a little baseline, now even sex?

Guilliman lets out a deep sigh. “Not necessarily.” He frowns and studies Cato, curled on himself anxiously. He squeezes his eyes closed and rubs his temples. “Alright, we're just going to cut straight to it.” He says, steeling himself and sitting up. “I'm going to explain all of this to you, answer your questions, and then I never want to talk about what you and the Ambassador do together ever again.”

A couple hours later, they leave the Hangar. Cato with a little more confidence in his step and smiling, Guilliman looking haggard, like he'd just returned from a months long campaign.

Cato now was an expert in the ways of sex, grilling his gene father for information for two hours straight. Now he understood everything- the Ambassador won't die, they have medical technology to handle things. He also learned he should not be taking her in dirty caves or in natural water like the hot springs- hearing what they did in natural hot springs and sand made Guilliman immediately order a full check up for the ambassador- but it's alright, he knows better now.

He smirks to himself. He can't wait to be allowed to go find her so he can use all his new knowledge on her, show her that he was a sex expert now. Of course he wouldn't flaunt that the information was new. He was Cato Sicarius. He was always the best at everything, of course.

There was one thing Guilliman told him that he was thinking he wasn't a huge fan of. How to not get her pregnant. He'd have to medicate her, or finish outside of her- not even a possibility in his mind- or use an annoying plastek like glove.

He smirks to himself. Now that he was an expert on all things reproduction, he is capable and qualified to make his own choices on the matter. And he thinks maybe the Ambassador would look cute all round. And she's good at handling things, doing her job with a child would hardly hold her back. Plus, He'll be forcing his way into a lot more of her body guarding roles, so if they had a child, he'd be there, and they'd both be totally safe.

Yes, he decides, working so hard to avoid it sounds like nonsense. It wasn't a guarantee anyways. So, might as well enjoy her fully. Sure, Guilliman would be annoyed with him, but he's been annoyed with him a lot recently, and things still were going great for him.

He'll just take the slap on the wrist if anything happens. Plus, He’s Cato Sicarius. He’s the best at everything. Everything includes fathering babies and caring for his little Ambassador, he assumes.

[alkaisen]

Maybe you run a flower shop which had William’s favorite flowers for sell! :3

: this was a really cute request, thank you :)

: fluff, slice of life, william j. moriarty x gn!reader, kinda ooc?

the bell above the door jingles as you, owner of a well known flower shop in your town enter, carrying a floral arrangement. it is early, you're getting ready to open up for today and you can hear the chirping of morning birds.

you hum to yourself as you put the finishing touches on the arrangement, carefully arranging baby's breath amongst blue tulips. satisfied with your works you step back with a smile and place the vase on the counter, just as the sun beams in through the large storefront window.

a few locals stop in for their weekly bouquet purchases. you chat with them while putting together their orders. mrs. murphy orders lilies for her kitchen table while the johnsons need assorted flowers for their son's wedding this weekend.

as you box up the johnson's order, the bell above the door jingles once more, and you look up to greet the new customer. "good morning and welcome! how can I help y..." your voice trails off when you notice who walked in.

it's william james moriarty, one of the noble brothers that had moved in town recently. you'd seen him walking to work recently, but were hesitant on whether to introduce yourself.

he smiles at you, "hello, i just moved in with my brothers and was hoping to find some flowers to brighten up the new place."

you feel your cheeks flush pink. you'd heard that he was handsome, but not to this extent. you wipe your hands on your apron and step around the counter. "well, william, let me show you our selections. i think I have just the thing."

you lead him over to the rose display. "our roses are always a good choice for a new home. the reds and pinks give a nice pop of color."

william gazes admiringly at the roses. "they're beautiful, my favourite flowers as well. but i was hoping for something a little lower maintenance. my green thumb is more brown."

you laugh at that. "no problem at all." you walk william to the back corner where miniature rose bushes sit in terracotta pots. "roses are your favourite, aren't they? well, these mini roses are perfect for beginning gardeners. they don't require much care but the blooms last for weeks. they come in a variety of colors as well — red, pink, yellow..."

he runs his fingers along the velvety petals of a soft yellow rose. "these are lovely. i'll take one of each color, please."

"excellent choice!" you beam. gently, you lift the pots and carry them to the counter. as you're ringing him up, william strikes up a conversation. "have you owned this place for a very long time?" he asks curiously.

"about five years now." you reply, smiling at him. "i've always had a passion for flowers so when I saw the shop was for sale, i took a chance."

"it seems to be working out well for you." he notes, glancing around at the thriving shop. "do you live near here too?"

"just around the corner, actually." you hand william his bag of roses. your fingers brush slightly as you doe and you feel a flutter in your heart. clearing your throat, you speak: "let me know if you need any gardening tips for the roses. and.. free to stop by anytime."

"i think i just might take you up on that offer." william smiles warmly, bidding goodbye and leaves the shop with roses.

you sigh happily, watching him leave.

having a good looking neighbour doesn't sound too bad...

a few weeks have passed. it's a busy saturday morning at the flower shop. you're putting together floral arrangements while also helping customers. as you finish boxing up a large wedding order, the bell above the door jingles.

you look up hopefully, wishing to see a certain neighbor... and sure enough, it's william.

"good morning william," you say, hoping you sound calm and not too giddy. "what can i do for you today?"

william holds up a potted rose bush, it's blooms now drooping. "i'm afraid i may have over-watered rosie here. i was hoping you could give me some tips on reviving her?"

you raise an eyebrow; "you named a flower?"

william smiles shyly, shrugging.

you grin. "of course, let me take a look." you examine the soil, which is soggy & heavy. "hmm.. too much water does seem to be the culprit. don't worry though, it's an easy fix."

you lead him to the backyard greenhouse, "we'll transplant little rosie to fresh soil and trim away any rotted stems." a pause. "a dose of fertilizer should do the trick, too."

you work in comfortable silence together. you feel your pulse quicken at williams's close proximity and wonder whether it's just you that's feeling this way. when they finish replanting, your eyes meet and both share a shy smile.

"there we go... that should do it." you stand up and brush the dirt from your hands. "be sure not to over-water again! one good soak per week is plenty."

william reaches for his wallet but you stop him. "ah, nono. please. it's fine. i didn't do much anyway."

he pauses, hand still in his pocket. "are you sure?"

"mhm." you nod. "completely."

"well, then. thank you very much for your help, (name)." william says sincerely, eyes creasing at the end as he smiles down at you. "i'm not sure what I'd do without my favorite florist. is there... any way i can repay you?"

you feel yourself fluster at the title. before you can second guess yourself, you speak: "you know, the grounds are looking a bit overgrown. i could use an extra pair of hands weeding. any interest in helping out for a bit?"

you watch as his face lights up. "i'd be happy to."

you spend the afternoon with him, laughing and chatting as you work side by side in the garden. william is a willing pupil, and he soaks up whatever you have to say. when the sun starts to set, you realize hours have passed.

"i think that about does it. thanks so much for your help today, william." you say with a smile, although a twinge of disappointment is apparent now that the time is over.

"my pleasure." he replies sincerely. there's a beat of awkward silence before he speaks again. "(name), i was wondering...would you like to get lunch with me sometime?"

you beam. wow, was this really happening? "i'd love to," a pause." if you bring me a bouquet of those roses you like."

[admrlthundrbolt]

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

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Your kingdom had recently come on dire time. With the Koopa Kingdom having a vast army. Well who was Bowser to deny your family's pleads. Especially when you were being offered to him on a tempting platter.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Don't think that I wasn't writing, I just found out I had an allergy. So I had to deal with that. But I'm back and with a cute Bowser story. I've wanted to write for him since the new Mario Bros movie. It wasn't until recently that I thought of a decent plot though. Any who I hope you enjoy.

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He was surprised at receiving a request for an audience with your kingdom. A trading kingdom from a far off port. He had seen your parents from time to time at galas or Royal conferences. They seemed to be respectable if not private people. What was most peculiar though, was your name in the letter. He had heard mentions of you of course. But outside of your own kingdom, no one had seemed to see you.

It may have been your presence that made his decision. Who was to say, either way, your family would be at his castle within a fortnight.

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Your hands fidget together as the carriage made its way down the rocky road. Glancing around you notice your mother frowning out the window. While you father was staring at you. Looking down quickly, you braced for a lecture.

“You know this is a last resort, don't you?” His gaze seemed to bore through you to your very soul.

Nodding you hoped that would be answer enough. As he didn't turn away, you said. “I do.” Though the whole situation only made you feel as if you were only an object.

A ghost of a smile fell on his face. Though it was as hollow as his next words. “I'm glad.”

Your mother's eyes narrowed as they surveyed the passing scenery.

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Your families arrival rang throughout the castle. The Goombas were rushing around to do last second tidying. While Kamek ordered Koopas to finish the dinner preparations.

Bowser's eyes swept over the grounds until they landed on the colorful carriage. It had wonderful murals of coastal scenery. As well as being drawn by creatures that weren't quite fish or horse. He was eagar to see what other oddities your kingdom may have. Hearing a scuffle next to him, he looked down to see Bowser Jr. shuffling in excitement. It wasn't everyday someone visited the castle under pleasant circumstances. Smiling down at his son, he ruffled his hair affectionately.

The carriage parked in front of the king and the driver opened the door. As regal as ever, your father and mother stepped through the door. He was a moment from greeting them, when you appeared. Beautiful as anyone he had ever seen and full as an overripe fruit. You were the visage of a deity.

Your father cleared his throat causing Bowser to reluctantly look away from you. The man had a knowing yet somber expression on his face. While your mother was out right scowling. A sheepish look crossed your face as you joined your parents.

Putting on a more professional air, he waved his arm towards the castle. “Welcome, please come inside and rest in your rooms a while. Dinner will be ready soon.” With that he rushed inside, Jr. trailing behind him. All the while berating himself. Coming up with a plan to not make so much of a fool of himself at dinner. Not noticing how Jr. couldn't stop looking back at you admiringly.

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“Charles are you sure this is the right decision? I mean did you see the way he was gaping at her.” You could hear your mother's complaints ringing through the room you had been shown to.

“Evie please, this was a descion that had to be made.” There was a tense silence that followed. “It's not as if we've forced her. You know better than anyone that no one can will her to do anything.”

This caused an uncomfortable pressure to build behind your eyes. Not wanting to hear about your parents thoughts on you. You swiftly entered the room. “Have they called us for dinner?” You had already heard the Koopa tell your parents it was ready. But it was easier to change the subject quickly and avoid their gaze this way.

Your father smiled and gave you a endearing smile that you weren't sure you deserved. “Yes, should we start making our way then.”

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He sat at the head of the table. Desperately hoping that he didn't seem to eagar as your family approached. Jr. bounced in his seat to the right. To his shock you took the seat on his left. It was in this moment that he was glad that Kamek had suggested a smaller table. Something about it being a less intimidated and cozy gestured.

The first dish came out and only the sound of silverware filled the room. It wasn't until the main course came that the tension was broken by your father.

“I'm sure your curious as to why we've called for this audience.” His gaze felt piercing to the turtle tyrant.

His eyes flickered to you for a brief moment, before focusing on him. “I was surprised why such a distant kingdom would reach out.” Without knowing the reason for your visit, it felt like he had to walk on egg shells. Why were you here?

Rubbing a hand across his aged features, he said. “It is not under happy circumstances. We are receiving threats from a nearby kingdom. Are you familiar with the Eezla domain?”

He had to hold back a flinch. Even he had a hard time dealing with the war hungry dictator of a leader from there. It was no wonder your family had seeked out an audience with another kingdom. The only question was why his.

“He has come to us with a demand. Our daughter's hand in marriage or a battle for our ports.” His tone was weary.

Your gaze dropped to the table with dread. You wouldn't mind sacrificing your morals to save your people. But as the only heir for your family. It was an obvious ploy to take over the kingdom. You wouldn't have been surprised if your parent's death would have followed the potential ceremony.

“So instead we talked together on the matter and came to a new conclusion. It would be far more difficult if our daughter was wed to a more tolerable kingdom. Though they would need to have a formidable army.” He would have continued his eloquent explanation. If not for your mother's bitter interuption.

“She choose you. Can you believe that.” Her glare burned through him. “Out of all the options she had. You were her first pick.” Folding her arms over her chest, she resembled more closely a toddler than a queen.

Standing up quickly, you gave a hard stare to your mother. “It was the logical choice.” Looking away from her, your timid demeanor returned. “If the other party accepts that is.”

He could help but think that your gaze was as piercing as your father's. Though there was a graceful openness to you. He thought of Peach for a moment and had to keep a grimace off of his face. It had been a blow to his heart when she married Mario. Looking at you, it was like a golden opportunity had been dropped in his lap. “I do.”

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It was an odd feeling to bid fairwell to your parents. But with your mother's distaste for the arrangement and time running out. It was better that they go start the ceremony preparations now. It was a relief to only have to make final decisions. Also that Bowser agreed to a wedding in your home lands.

Placing your ear against the door. No large footfalls could be heard and your shoulders sagged in relief. You shouldn't be avoiding your betrothed. On the other hand, if he asked about what your mother said. You just may die of embarrassment.

Just how was a sheltered princess supposed to explain to her newly betrothed about her powers. That the only reason the ruler of Eezla had found out you are a seerer. After that it wasn't long before he demanded for your hand. By choice or force. This had prompted you to shut yourself away and look for the best path. It hadn't taken long. The moment Boswer entered your visions, it was all but decided. The sight of his heart break was surprising. Followed by the tenderness he held for his son. He provided for his citizens, raising a fierce army.

A blush took over your face as you remembered your possible future together. Growing to care for one another. Parenting Bowser Jr. together, even visions of your own children. It was almost to much to handle, your face felt as if it was on fire.

Taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself. Stepping out the door, you bumped into a small figure. It was a shock to run into someone shorter than you. But a gasp escaped your mouth as you saw Jr. on the floor in front of you.

Scooping him up on your arms, you fussed. “Oh darling, I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you there. Are you ok?”

He beamed up at you and nodded quickly. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. He got a new mama, she was super nice and pretty! “Are you coming to breakfast?”

Looking down at the sweet boy you hesitated. “Is your father there?”

Shaking his head, he said. “No, he had to go with Kamek. So I told him I would take you to breakfast.” He was bouncing in your arms. It made him a bit hard to keep a hold of.

So placing him down gently, you nodded. “Yes some food sounds good.” You felt guilty for avoiding him. But you thought some time apart may bury the comments your mother made.

Feeling a tug at your hand, you allowed the excited child to lead you.

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He couldn't keep his mind off of it. You had chosen him. Of all people why him? He could hardly pay attention to the map sprawled out before him. No matter how many times he told himself that knowing the enemy territory was important. His thought just couldn't stop straying to you.

Your sweet temperament and melodious voice. How well your plush form filled out your clothes. How you looked at him without any fear or animosity. You had chosen him.

Shifting his mind onto a task to aid you. Yes that's how he could keep himself on point. This was for you. The more he knew of his new enemies. The better he could protect you.

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You didn't see each other again until dinner that evening. You having spent the day with Jr., avoiding any thought of the large turtle. While he made battle strategy and his mind wouldn't stop returning to you.

It would have been a quiet meal, if not for the youngest participant. He animatedly talked about what you both had done that day. His father couldn't help his admiration for you growing. You obviously had already taken a special place in his son's life.

“Then I slipped off the stair.” Waving his arms around wildly, the pint size turtle almost tipped out of his chair. You both leaned forward, until he settled back down. Your face flushed as your eyes met. “But Ms. (Y/N) caught me with sparkles.”

Bowser's eyes widened, he hadn't been informed of you having magical ability. He wondered if it was anything like Kamek's spells. “I wasn't aware of you being a caster.”

Your face darkened as his attention was solely on you. “Not many people are. That's one reason my parents kept me from the public eye. With how rare magic users are and all.” He wanted to questioned you a bit more. But the subject seemed to make you more timid than usual. So instead he turned back to Jr. and listened to his day with you. Hopefully with time you would feel comfortable enough to open yourself up to him.

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You couldnt stand it any longer. You had to tell him the truth. It felt deceitful to keep your ability from him. The day you were meant to be bound was fast approaching. You didn't want to start your married life together on such a sour note.

You steeled your nerves as you came upon the door to his private chambers. It was well past Jr.’s bedtime, so you knew interuptions were unlikely. Raising a fist you knock lightly, when no immediate answer came you were torn. A part of you was relieved to not have to deal with this quite yet. Still there was a throb of anxiety about waiting any longer. You battled with yourself to knock again or leave. Until the door swung open.

Bowser toweled off his firey hair as he looked down at you. It was an unlikely yet pleasant surprise to see you outside his chambers. Grinning down at you he invited you in. “Make yourself comfortable.”

As he left through another door, you glanced around the room. It was about as grand as you had imagined it. Lavish paintings and banners decorating the walls. Though an area was sectioned off for Jr.'s art. It was adorable and heartwarming to see how much he had saved. A flush coated your cheeks as you noticed the only place to sit was the large bed. It was a lavish setting, dark stained wood with deep red bedding. You felt a shy yet scandalous heat travel through you. It wouldnt be long before this would be your chambers as well. The very bed that you would share together.

You almost jumped out of your skin as he reentered the room.

“Sorry about that, you caught me after a shower.” His hair drooped in a freshly washed fashion. It was a look you hadn't had a chance to see yet. It was an odd, but endearingly boyish style. “What was it you wanted to discuss?”

“Oh I was um.” The blush spread deepening to your neck. It was one thing to come up with the resolve. But another to go through with the difficult task. Still you needed to do this, for both of your sakes. “I need to let you know the truth. Why I chose you that is.”

He watched you carefully. It was something that had been on his mind for a while. Who was he kidding, since it was mentioned. But as he watched you fidget in place, he couldn’t take the usual pleasure he got from others squirming. So instead, he sat next to you patiently and waited for you to continue.

Gathering all your courage, you spat it out. “I can see the future.” A stagnant silence filled the air. Each of you waiting for the other to break it.

He awkwardly shifted to get a better look at you. Was that why you had chosen him? Was he the best pick or did you settle. Gazing down at you, he took you in. Your flush full cheeks and eyes looking everywhere but him. Your soft body, if only you knew how much your plush form filled his dreams. Taking your warm hands into his own, he smiled genuinely. “So you saw us together?” You nodded. “Were we….” He paused not knowing how to put the next question.

You noticed his hesitation, it made you want to sigh in relief. It was nice to know that you weren't the only one having a difficult time navigating this. Tightening your hold on his hands you explained. How the leader of Eezla had found out about you being a mage. But the only thing he was interested in was your proficient seer abilities. His demand for your hand was met with refusal. He then threatened the lives of your people. This led you to searching for a solution, which turned out to be him.

Eyes wide he wanted to deny it all. “But I'm just as bad as he is. Why choose me over him?” He hated himself for bringing it up. But a part of him would feel worse if he didn't.

Shaking your head you glared at him. “You are nothing like that monster. I know you have a sorted past with the Mushroom Kingdom. But the moment Peach married you left well enough alone. Not to mention the way you care for Jr. and your citizens. And when we have our daughter, your eyes light up the first time you hold her.”

He stared at you with astonishment. “We have a daughter?” You cover your face mortified. Only to shriek in the next moment as he scoops you up and spins you around the room. Your screams turn into elated giggles as you relax in his arms. Pulling you closer he gazes into your lovely eyes and leans forward. You meet his lips in a tender kiss.

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Things went well, pleasant conversation and sweet looks were exchanged. It seemed that things were going to work out. Until the Mushroom Kingdom caught wind of a damsel ‘trapped’ in Bowser's castle.

Mario suits up as his brother looks at him skeptically. “Are you sure you should go charging in there?”

The shorter man glared at him. It wasn't like he had a choice. The minute Peach heard some woman was there she threw a fit. Complaining about her time there and what she had to deal with. If it was her he wouldn't hesitate to rush over. Even if she was right, he just wanted to relax every once and a while. If it wasn't his new royal duties, it was his family back in Brooklyn. It felt like he hadn't had a day off in years.

Waving a hand at the other man, he said. “I'm just going to check things out. Not start a war or anything.”

With a weary nod he followed after his older brother.

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As time was drawing closer for the wedding, you were pouring over the final details with Bowser. He had originally insisted that you make all the decisions. But after convincing him this was a ceremony to join you both, he relented. You were elated at the combination of opinions and styles. It was going to be a magical event.

Jr. had tried not to get bored while you went over the seemingly endless papers. He really did, but what was a young boy to do. Although when he heard the words flower arrangements. He knew there was something he could do to help. Calling out that he was headed to the gardens, he darted away.

As he gathered flowers, weeds, and grass. He failed to notice the two plumbers approaching the castle. He jumped and whirled around as they called out to him.

“Hey kid, have you seen a new lady around the place?” Mario thought it would be easier to ask than sneak around.

Eyes narrowing at the brothers, he frowned. “What’s it to you?” There was no way he was letting these guys near Mama. When they didn't answer, he turned back to a patch of red flowers.

Getting frustrated with the whole situation, the shorter man put a hand on the boy. Only hoping to get his attention again. He was shocked when the child ran from them.

“Mama!” He stumbled in his hurry to escape from the brothers. Tumbling end over end, he landed on his knee. Scrapping the skin, blood seeped from the wound. Tears sprang from his eyes as he sat on the ground. Luigi started to make his way over, until the wind began to pick up and the ground shook.

The entrance burst open as a red eyed Bowser and a whirlwind sprinted towards the group. The wind calmed down a bit. The brothers were faced with a woman that looked as of she wanted to bite their heads off. They had never seen a more fierce expression on a person before.

Your hair whipped around your face wildly. The only thing that brought you back was Jr. wrapping his arms around your leg. Dropping the magic immediately, you scooped him into your arm. Cuddling him close to your chest, you wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Allowing himself to take a moment to gaze at the two of you tenderly. He enjoyed the sight of the woman he was growing to love caring for his child. It was a veiw that he could get used to. A glare slid on his face as he turned towards the brothers. “Is there any reason your harassing my son. Make it quick, you interupted something important.” One wrong move and he would tear into these idiots. He would risk peace with the Mushroom Kingdom for his families’ safety.

“We came to make sure she wasn't here against her will.” Mario was done with this entire situation. He was obviously sent on a dead end trip. You were treating Bowser Jr. like your own child. Not to mention Bowser putting himself between you and the brothers. It was obvious you were here by choice.

This made you finally take your attention off Jr. These men come here and accuse your betrothed of forcing you here. You know he had a sorted pass. Though your ability showed that he was passed that phase. It was one thing to make baseless claims. But it was a whole other to harm a child in the process. “I am here of my own accord. In a months time I will be marrying Boswer and taking my place in this kingdom. If that is enough evidence for you, I will now be leaving to heal my son. If not then I won't hesitate to make sure this is your last trip to the Koopa Kingdom.” The wind picked back up at your threat.

“No, we'll be on our way.” Mario just wanted to go home and soak away this entire experience. Pulling Luigi along, he shushed his protest with a wave of his hands.

Bowser followed after you, pupils practically shaped like hearts. He wasn't sure what he had done to be so lucky to meet you. But he would be sure to keep his plush queen by his side.

[intothedysphoria]

“You’re telling me that the shit that snapped her out of it was Kate fucking Bush? God, that’s embarrassing.”

Steve wasn’t quite sure how they’d found Billy but they’d found him regardless. Sleeping in the trees, eating demobat meat for food. Hopper thought he’d just lost it, like his buddy had in Vietnam. Billy seemed fine though, perfectly lucid and no injuries that had the potential to be fatal.

So they took him in. He took a swing at several of the doctors who tried to have a look at him, until only Joyce was allowed to help. From what Steve understand, he’d spent most of the past week with his feet on the couch, being fed chicken soup.

Well, if anyone deserved the royal treatment it was Billy. God knows Steve had tried to give it to him. That is until he fucked up and Billy threw the promise ring into a bonfire.

Steve still replayed that night on a loop, alone in his bed. All the wrong things he’d said, bad decisions he’d made.

He was going to have many knarly scars draped across his back and spilling onto his chest. The Party, even though they would never officially admit to liking Billy, talked admiringly about them constantly. Steve had even heard Dustin call him a badass. Far, far cooler than Steve.

They were part of a small few who’d been allowed to know that Billy was alive, which led Steve to where he was now. Awkwardly perching on a chair in Joyce Byers sitting room, listening to Billy hold court to a raggedy pack of fifteen year olds and a fussing Joyce Byers.

She’d put some peonies in a jar for him. They’d always been Billy’s favourite flower. Steve still remembered Billy threading them into his hair, a proper crown for King Steve. It was what he’d brought to Billy’s grave too. After the funeral. A faggot like Steve wasn’t worthy of his son, Neil had said.

Max was loudly protesting, insisting that Kate Bush was cool. She’d cut her hair shorter so that it came just shy of tickling her shoulders. The doctors weren’t sure if she’d ever walk again. Steve didn’t think she seemed to care. Not now that she’d got her brother back.

Jonathan was fiddling with the radio, changing the station every other song because the past one had been too mainstream. Steve had been happy to tune it out as background noise until The Beatles came on and he winced.

From across the room, Billy winced too.

The months of Steve wearing out his record of Stawberry Fields Forever as he painted Billy. Just his face and chest, even though Billy had suggested post coitus and wiggled his eyebrows. Steve would pretend to be disgusted and push him away, only to pull him back and kiss him silly five seconds later.

They were high most of that spring of course, with the occasional dip into shrooms from Eddie’s stash. Of course being high was no excuse, but it was the only one Steve had.

The feeling of wailing into Neil with his bat had been goddamn euphoric until Billy pulled him off, face puce. He’d yelled for a good hour about how the police could have got involved (Billy hated cops), his income kept them from homelessness and maybe Steve, Billy didn’t fucking want to be saved. That, and the incident had ended up outing Billy completely.

They hadn’t talked since then. Billy wasn’t exactly quick to forgive and Steve hadn’t much felt like testing his luck. Until they were in the same room together, Steve with a chunk torn out of his side by a demobat and Billy with more scars than Steve could even count.

And Billy was looking at him. Not glaring, just considering. The Party had gone through what song they all thought could have saved them and then turned to pestering Steve who mumbled something about the new WHAM album.

Billy snorted from the corner. They both knew that wasn’t the real song Steve would have chosen.

To keep up appearances, Steve pivoted and said in a voice far more confident than he actually was:

“Oh and what metal crap would your song be Hargrove?”

Billy could have hit him. Maybe should have. But he didn’t. Instead he did something he hadn’t done in a long time.

He cocked his head knowingly and smiled at Steve, the way he’d used to before Steve had violated his trust and ruined what they had.

“Oh and for the record Harrington- the song that would have saved me is Strawberry Fields forever. Got a soft spot for The Beatles ya know.”

Only Steve knew what that really meant.

Steve, baby, everything is forgiven.

[thelordofgifs]

ooohh, 18 (remember who and what thou art) a d maedhros/fingon for the prompts? ❤️

As tensions in Tirion had worsened, Finwë the King took to throwing yet more extravagant garden-parties, as though hoping that if only the drinks flowed freely enough and the minstrels played sweetly enough that all would be well again, and his eldest sons would smile and be civil, and his family would be whole once more.

“Think how pleased he would be,” Fingon observed, “if he knew of us.”

Maedhros looked at him. It was getting on to the hour of the Mingling, and the gold ribbons in Fingon’s dark hair were shining in the light of Laurelin. He had been drinking, and his dark cheeks were a little flushed. He was very beautiful.

“I am not sure he would,” he said. They were a little apart from the rest of the throng, but he pitched his voice low anyway. “I think he has reason to believe that one inconvenient marriage was quite enough for our family.”

Fingon grinned at him. He was merry today, and carefree: or, at the very least, sensible of the need to appear so. Most thought Fingon the reckless, heedless sort, who paid little mind to all the tangled politics of the court: but beneath all his cheerful geniality there was a sharp and capable mind. Maedhros would not have loved him, were it not so.

And he did love him! He loved that Fingon was wild, and restless, and never afraid to reach for what he wanted; and he loved that he numbered first on that list, that Fingon wanted him.

“Russo,” said Fingon now, “for all your insistence on discretion you are looking at me most indecently right now.”

“Come here,” said Maedhros, a little roughly; he took Fingon by the wrist and tugged him around a garden-wall, where they were hidden from the view of the rest of the partygoers, and kissed him soundly.

Kissed, Fingon went all languid and dreamy in Maedhros’ arms. When they broke apart for air he ran his fingers admiringly through Maedhros’ hair, and looked up at him with liquid dark eyes. “You are very beautiful,” he said.

Here was the thing: in more innocent times Maedhros had dared to believe that it was a blessing, what they were to each other. That perhaps they might stand hand in hand before the King and proclaim that their hearts were bound, and all the tensions between their fathers would be mended by true love’s kiss. He had longed, perhaps, for loving Fingon to be more than selfishness, more than indulgence.

“I’d wed you,” Fingon said, picking up the earlier thread of the conversation again, or else just following Maedhros’ thought. “I’d plight our troth in front of all that meddling busybody court, and give them something to gossip about.”

“You cannot possibly think that would help matters,” said Maedhros, keeping his voice light. Fingon was speaking in jest, only in jest, after all.

“Perhaps not,” Fingon conceded, “but it would be funny. Think of the look on your father’s face! Indis stole his father from him, and now her scion lays claim to his son.”

His voice was edged with glee, but Maedhros could not bring himself to laugh. He stepped back, away from Fingon's warmth. "You need not – you need not mock him," he said. "I know he has not always been kind to you – but still, you need not mock him."

Fingon looked at him, and then seemed, rather conspicuously, to let go of the argument before it could become one. Did everyone find him that easy to read, or was his heart only so open to Maedhros? "You are right," he said. "I am sorry, beloved." And he stood on his toes to kiss Maedhros again, and that was good – it was good! Perhaps loving Fingon was no cunning feat of diplomacy, but it was a true thing, and a pure thing, all the same.

Maedhros let Fingon kiss him into compliance, and yielded with a smile as Fingon's warm fingers found their way under his tunic, to trace teasingly across his chest before coming to rest on his waist. He watched as Fingon wound his other hand again in Maedhros' unbound hair, and admired the way it shone against his skin. In truth it would not be anything so terrible, to be claimed by Fingon, to say, My heart belongs to you, and you alone, and know that Fingon was his just as completely.

"Don't go back to your father's house tonight," Fingon breathed against his lips. "Tell him something – that you are too drunk, or that you have urgent business with the King, anything – and then stay with me."

"Finno," Maedhros murmured. He was not actually very drunk – fights broke out at these gatherings often enough that he had learned it was best to keep a clear head during them – but perhaps that did not matter, for Fingon was intoxicating, the scent and taste of him, the warmth of him pressed against Maedhros, the hunger in his every kiss. Why should Maedhros not spend the night with him? It was well-known that they were friends; surely, no-one could object.

Fingon's ears were sharper than Maedhros'; suddenly he pushed Maedhros gently away, and straightened their mussed clothes, and leaned casually against the wall, looking for all the world as though they were merely having a friendly conversation, just as Fëanor rounded the corner and spotted them.

Maedhros had no time to register the nearness of the miss, for his father said, "Nelyafinwë, good. Come: we are leaving."

"So soon, Atar?" Maedhros asked, keeping his voice deferential. "I thought the gathering was due to last until Telperion was full-waxed."

Fëanor had not deigned to greet Fingon, but his eyes on him were hard. "I am told that Melkor will shortly be arriving," he said. "Some Vanya custom, I suppose, to invite every Ainu in the vicinity to what I believed to be an intimate affair. But I will not suffer any of my sons to remain in his presence. Let us go."

Fingon gave Maedhros a brief wordless look. Tell him you will stay, his eyes seemed to urge, tell him you are not always his to command, tell him that your heart belongs to me.

But it was not true, was it? Maedhros' loyalties had been claimed long before Fingon had first pressed their lips together. He did not forget who and what he was; he could not forget, with his father standing there awaiting him.

"Of course, Atar," he said, and followed his father out of the garden, leaving Fingon standing alone by the wall.

[aylen-san]

Miriel: (gently cradling little Feanor) Finwë, I've been thinking for a long time... I will not go to Lorien. I will stay with you. Our son needs more than love. He needs a guiding hand, or his fire could burn everything around him.

Finwë: (surprised, but warmly) Miriel, this is a big decision... I'm glad you chose us. But are you sure? I can see that strength has not come easy to you since his birth.

Mirielle: Yes, he has taken a lot from me, but I feel it is my destiny to be close to him. He is extraordinary, Finwë. His thirst for knowledge and power is great, but without proper guidance it could ruin him.

Finwë: (smiling, stroking Pheanor's head) Our Feanor... He has so much fire in him. I can see that. But you, Miriel, can teach him the humility that will keep that fire under control. He needs a mother's support and love.

Mirielle: (with a smile) He will be great if he learns not only to take, but also to give. I will help him find a balance between his passion and his ability to wait for the right moment. But for now, that he is just a child, and let him not worry about such things for now.

Finwë: (thoughtfully) If he learns this, maybe we will avoid a lot of trouble. He has the future of the Noldor in his hands....

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Years pass. Feanor, now an adult, has a conversation with his parents.

Feanor: (with a twinkle in his eye) Look at this, mother, father! These are my Silmarilli! Stones that shine like the stars themselves. They are the crown of my labors!

Miriel: (admiringly, but with warning in her voice) It is a marvel, Feanor. None of us have ever seen anything like it. But remember, such things attract not only admiration, but envy. Beware of things that might cause discord.

Finwë: (nodding approvingly) Feanor, you have surpassed yourself. But with such power comes responsibility. Let these stones be a symbol of our strength and wisdom, not a cause of strife.

Feanor: (seriously but firmly) I understand, Father. The Silmarilli will remain under our protection. They will be a symbol of what we can accomplish if we stick together.

Mirielle: (smiling proudly) If so, I am at peace. You are not only a great master, but a wise Eldar. May your future be as bright as your creations. I am so proud of you!

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At the edge of the golden field, among the flowers swaying gently in the wind, under shady trees sheltered by the sun's glare, sat Mirielle. Beside her on a soft blanket were her grandchildren, chatting and playing merrily. There was silence all around, broken only by laughter and the rustling of leaves. Feanaro's sons, still children, surrounded their grandmother, listening to her stories.

Miriel: (with a smile) Well, my little elves, would you like to hear the story of how I first saw the silver trees of Valinor?

Caranthir: (interrupting): Grandmother, tell me better about how you taught your father how to craft!"

Miriel: (with an affectionate look) Oh, Caranthir, you are always so impatient. Alright then, but first the story of the silver trees."

She begins to tell, and her voice takes the children into a world of memories. The boys' eyes light up as they visualize the silver light of Telperion.

Curufin: (stroking the thread on her dress): Grandmother, is it true that father did not immediately become such a skilled craftsman?

Mirielle: (with a smile) Of course, my dear. No master becomes great in a day. Feanaro was full of determination and perseverance. He often worked all night long while others slept.

Maedhros: (looking off into the distance) And you, grandmother, you used to weave these threads... How did you decide to leave that occupation?"

Mirielle thinks for a moment, but then smiles gently at her firstborn son.

Mirielle: Sometimes, dear one, one must step back to allow others the opportunity to grow. Your father accepted a legacy of skill from me, and I knew he would lead it forward.

Maglor: (quietly) Do you not regret not creating more?

Miriel runs her hand through his soft hair.

Mirielle: No, beloved. I find joy in seeing your creations blossom. And each one of them is a part of me.

The sun was slowly setting on the horizon, coloring the sky with warm golden tones. The children huddled closer to Mirielle, and she hugged them all, feeling the warmth of their small bodies.

Kelegorm: (with a sleepy voice) Tell us another story, Grandmother...

Mirielle: (smiling) What is it, my brave hunter?

Kelegorm: (covering her eyes) About how you and grandfather first met...

She begins to tell the story with a quiet laugh, and there is comfort and peace all around. Even though it was already nightfall, this small company was light with love and mutual warmth.

[pink-and-pearls]

Could I have an imagine/a little scenario of Madara, Itachi, Sasuke and Hashirama explaining to his son that his wife is pregnant again and that he'll have a little sibling soon? Thank you, I love your posts! I hope I didn't burden you tho 😅

A/N : Hello! I absolutely adore this idea💞, thank u for requesting : ) Sorry if it took forever hehe😅, enjoy!

s/n = Son's name

Hashirama

Hashirama’s son is just as enthusiastic as him, so when he tells him that he will soon have a sibling he is hugely excited about it. He begins jumping and cheering: "YAY! I'll have a sibling soon!'

“Dad? Your son says excitedly, "Does that mean I'll finally have someone to play with?" Hashirama replies, patting his head, "yes, yes."

Having said that, your son finds it difficult to comprehend why their sibling hasn't yet arrived. "Where are they, Dad? I need to meet them right away!" The young boy protested to which Hashirama laughs at.

At that point, Hashirama must let him know that the process requires time. He patiently and gently explains to his son that the baby is developing inside of his mother and will be born in a few months. Once your son understands, he eagerly anticipates the day he will meet his sibling. Your son frequently comes to you to kiss your stomach and caress your tummy while expressing his wish to embrace the unborn child. He also helps you with household duties, especially any "baby" preparations.

Your husband was by your side the day you went into labour, holding your hand "You're doing well sweetie," He said to you before planting kisses.

Soon after birth, the baby was in his father's arms when your son entered the room. "Come on buddy, come see your sibling!" says your husband.

Hashirama helped his son up so he could see the baby after returning the baby to you. Your son's eyes began to shine with excitement and curiosity.  "I'm an older brother now", he said before smiling.

Hashirama kissed your forehead as he shed a few tears of joy. His family is growing by the day, and he couldn't be more grateful.

Madara

Madara has always desired a large family, so he was thrilled when you told him you were expecting. He was aware that he needed to prepare his son by informing him that there would be a new family member. He sits down with his son to have a brief conversation with him after a training session.

"How did I do, papa?" asked the little boy.

He first said, "You're getting better by day," before adding, "Listen s/n, soon you'll be a brother. " The young boy's eyes widened, "Your mother is carrying a baby."

"Really!?"

“Yes” replied Madara.

Your son was excited to learn that he would soon have a sibling. "You're going to protect them, aren't you s/n? Show them how strong you are? Hm?" asked Madara to his son before grinning.

"I'll train! I will protect them! Yes, I will!", said your son with determination.

Madara then recalls how he had felt as a young child when he became a brother. He recognizes himself in his son's will to defend his sibling. He is aware of how exciting it is to experience this, making him feel some form of nostalgia...

Nevertheless, he is pleased to see his son in such a mood and hopes that he won't experience what he did.

Madara then chuckled and patted his son on the head. "You'll also take care of mama won't you?" Asked Madara.

"Of course!"

"That's my man", encouraged your husband.

Your son took off as soon as he was allowed to visit you the day the baby was born. He was impatient and wanted to meet and see his sibling. Your son said, "Mama, they look so small!"

Happy, you looked at your children interacting for the first time only to see your son admiringly caressing the infant's cheek making you smile.

Madara observed his gathered family, he struggled to contain the overwhelming joy he was experiencing. His heart could have popped out of his chest. He never imagined that he would meet such a wonderful wife as you, and now he is blessed with lovely children.

"This is everything I ever wanted," he thought to himself.

Itachi

Itachi is quite calm and collected when it comes to telling your son you are pregnant. He is really happy that you two have once more come together in the name of love and that a baby will be born as a result.

After a shared meal, he chooses to speak with his son. "S/n, we are blessed to welcome a new addition into this family soon…"

"Your mother is pregnant... you will be a brother."

Your son repeated surprised, "So, I'll be a brother," and Itachi grinned.

Your husband asks, "How does it make you feel?"

"Do you believe that I will make a good brother, dada?" asked the young boy.

Smiling your son is encouraged by Itachi, who continues by assuring him that he will be a wonderful brother. He'll also explain to him how carefully he needs to handle the baby. Itachi observes his son over the months as he constantly asks, "Dada, when are they coming?" waiting not so patiently for the newborn.

Your husband replies, "Soon, s/n soon."

S/n questioned you, "Mama, do you think they'll like me?" with concern. 

"Of course, they will!" you replied.

It's nice to see your son ask so many questions. You feel really fortunate to have such a wonderful life. Itachi, husband who is devoted to you, a son has inherited his father's traits, and a second child is on the way...

Itachi is extremely kind and patient with his children since he deeply loves them. Hope and happiness overflowed into his life when you entered it, and he would never be able to express how grateful he is that you have come into his life. Spending time with your kids is the only thing you really care about in life. You are living the soft life you have always wanted...

Sasuke

Sasuke is probably the one that struggles the most. He is happy to have met someone as gentle and understanding as you. He really fell for you and hard. Never had he thought he was qualified to be a father if he were to be honest with you. Although your dear lover makes effort, he is not certain that he is the best father out there. Sasuke was overwhelmed with emotions when you had your first newborn. He slowly built a bond with his son; he is still unsure of what he is doing, but he keeps trying.

Your husband is happy that you two are having another child, even though he doesn't express it really. He knew he had to tell his kid the news when he found out you were pregnant once again. He wants for his son to be ready.

He simply tells his son: "S/n, your mother is carrying a child."

"Do you understand what it means? You'll have a sibling soon".

Your son is really surprised but also excited. The little boy really has no idea what to do, which you find amusing because, in a way, it represents your husband. It's adorable that he emulates such traits in his own father.

Sasuke still remembers when he was young and how wonderful it was to have a sibling and he wants his son to feel this comfort such fraternal love can bring.

Soon after the baby was delivered, he was holding it and carefully observing intently their features.

“S/n, look. That's your sibling,” said Sasuke.

In all honesty, Sasuke has never imagined such a life, having a wife and kids, he even feels like he doesn’t deserve this or that he isn’t good enough, but when he sees that soft angelic smile of yours and hears his children’s laughs he wouldn’t want this comfort to ever strip away from him...

[the1975attheirverybest]

Not so secret Santa

A/N: no plot just vibes

Warnings: none, not proofread I am still without glasses.

———

“It’s not going to snow, Matty.” George muttered, warning him.

Matty simply kept his eyes glued, out the window, on the starry night sky, listening to his friend’s pessimism soundtracked by the crackling of the fireplace, clinking of glassware, and the sound of John and Ross giggling over some YouTube video that one of them was showing the other.

George shook his head in defeat, weary of Matty’s unwarranted hope. He’d gotten Baby Hann to buy into the lie, too. Which is why George felt the need to balance him out. He didn’t want the kid to be disappointed. Matty had painted quite the picture. “Snowflakes so pretty. They look like tiny little stars falling from the sky.” He’d whispered into little Hann’s imagination.

“No chance of snow tonight.” George reiterated.

“You don’t know that.” Matty replied, his eyes still fixed on the window, holding the little boy’s tiny hand in his as he went on describing what snowfall feels like, watching his breath fog up the glass. “You’re not the god of weather.” He shot back at George again.

“I don’t have to be the god of weather to know that it isn’t going to snow. It’s London. The best we’re gonna get is slippery ice. Frozen rain.”

“Thor.” Matty suddenly said, finally pulling his attention away from the window and walking towards the fireplace. “The god of weather?” He explained in response to Ross’s puzzled look.

“Think that’s just for thunder.”

“Right.” Matty nodded. “Well, then, who’s the god of weather?”

“Jupiter in Roman. Zeus if you’re Greek.” He heard her voice from the doorway, his heartbeat rising, a smile creeping on his face, even before his eyes had turned to meet hers. “Jupiter.” He echoed. “Right. Thanks.”

She walked into the room with a bottle of wine, pouring some for everyone who’d raised their glasses in her direction. “Wine?” She offered Matty who gave her an apologetic look, shrugging. “Can’t. Babysitter duty.”

Her eyes lit up as she smiled. She always loved watching Matty interact with Adam and Carly’s son. It felt like Matty saw it as a responsibility to let his guard down and indulge the innocent, child-like side that everyone knew was still alive and well within him. So, the fact that she got to witness this tonight was great news to her.

Adam and Carly were all too happy to affirm that, grateful for the opportunity to be the ones drinking tonight.

Matty’s eyes followed her around the room admiringly as she made the rounds on everyone before settling,next to Charli, on the couch.

He couldn’t help thinking to himself how graceful she looked —like a goddess, her feet barely touching the ground — before he realized that Baby Hann had been trying to say something.

“Oh, yes! That’s right. Fire. No, you can’t touch it, Darling. Daddy said you could? Pretty sure he’d never say that. Sorry, mate….you know what you can do, though? Roast erm marshhh—-mellowsss??” The end of his sentence morphed into a question. He’d realized, mid sentence, that he hadn’t checked with the parents before offering their child heaping amounts of sugar.

Carly mulled it over in her mind. Maybe it was the contented joy of being around everyone in a stress-free environment, or maybe it was the wine she’d been sipping on, that had gotten her to loosen up, but she figured it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if her kid got to have a fun evening with his uncle Matty. Besides, if he got a sugar rush and refused to go to bed on time; he’d be his dear uncle Matty’s problem, not hers. “Sure” she mouthed to Matty to give him the green light.

***

“I’m starting to think that Matty came up with the marshmallow idea to avoid decorating the tree.” Ross observed as he watched Matty poke clouds of fluff onto wooden skewers and carefully place his hand over Baby Hann’s, teach ing him how to keep his fingers at a safe distance from the fire while still giving the marshmallow the “perfect golden color.”

“Oh, no. You mean that Matty is avoiding adult responsibilities and getting us to decorate his home for him while he has fun and eats sweets?” George laughed.

“How shocking.” Adam faked surprise.

“Uhhh- Adam?” They heard Matty from the other end of the room “Could you please come over here for a moment?” He called out.

Carly’s head whipped around. “He better not have given my baby any burns.” She tried to whisper into her husband’s ear, but everyone around the tree heard her. “Matty?! you better not have-“

“It’s nothing. He’s perfectly fine, thanks for the unconditional confidence, by the way.”

Satisfied, and not at all regretful of her doubt, Carly went back to debating the ornament color scheme with John and Polly.

Adam crouched down to be at eye level with his kid and Matty, who were both sitting on the floor by the fire. “What is it, then?”

Matty leaned in, “Erm, well, he wants to know how Santa’s supposed to come through the chimney if we use it to burn things and light fires.”

Adam’s face twitched, threatening to reveal his amusement, but he knew his son’s eyes were watching expectantly for an answer to what he believed to be a pressing issue. “Uhhh….” Adam thought about it for a moment. “Well, you see, Santa only shows up the night before Christmas. And….in the middle of the night. We’ll all be asleep. The fire won’t be on.”

“Ah! Right, cuz kids don’t understand thermodynamics.” Matty nodded along, seemingly as impressed with Hann’s answer as his kid.

Adam placed a sweet kiss to his son’s head before walking away again. He ran a reassuring hand on Carly’s back, letting her know that all is well. They could both hear faint remnants of uncle Matty’s conversation with their child, validating the strangeness of the idea that Santa would manage to deliver everyone’s presents on time if it all happens on one night.

“Love.” Matty stated firmly. “Love, and milk and cookies. That’s his secret.”

***

“No, no, no- I will NOT accept this ranking. It’s completely asinine.” Matty yelled out from the corner of the couch, a little too caught up in the passion of his feelings. “A Charlie Brown Christmas is CLEARLY the superior album.” He leaned forward as the debate between him and Jamie Squire had gotten heated, causing the sleeping child in his lap to stir. “Oh shit. Sorry little lad.” He whispered, Baby Hann none the wiser. “Also-“ speaking softer now, “remove Norah Jones from the conversation entirely. That album is just taking up a spot that could go to someone else.”

“You want to eliminate Norah Jones?” Jamie set down his beer. “Pray tell, what’re you replaying her with?”

“Uhhh- I don’t know. Only Weezer, The Beach Boys, James fuckin Brown….doesn’t Justin Bieber have a Christmas Album?”

“Justin Bieb- I can’t do this anymore. You’ve gone off the deep end. Call me back over once you’ve come back to reality, yeah? This conversation is over.”

Matty’s brows furrowed as he watched Jamie walk away from the seat that he’d only taken to get closer to Matty as they fought this out. Baffled by the sudden termination of the discussion, he moved his arms in the air shapelessly in a desperate attempt to get Jamie’s attention.

“No, Jamie! Come back- I think…I really think we could sort this out. We just need to establish a set of….criteria. Jamie- you coward! If you dare to have an opinion then you must be willing to defend it. I said come the fuck back!”

Matty’s self amused laughter got caught in his throat when he felt a whiff of her perfume. His head followed the scent as instantly as the instinct of a hunting dog. He hadn’t noticed that she was somehow standing right next to him. “Right. I hate to interrupt this….titillating existential debate but…it’s time for secret Santa.”

***

“What’s the matter with your face?” Charli approached Matty in the corner of the room, pointing to the sharp expression in his eyes as he kept glancing over at the other end of the living room.

“Who’d you get for secret Santa?” Matty answered her question with a question of his own. she immediately knew what was wrong.

“Oh! Oh, I see what’s going on here. You’re pouting.”

“I’m not.” He pouted.

“Yes you are. You’re pouting cuz you didn’t end up with a certain someone’s-“

“Hush!!! Are you crazy! She could hear us.” In a panic, matty placed his hand on Charli’s mouth to quiet her.

Charli licked his hand, causing him to retract it in disgust.

She chuckled. “So you admit it! You are pouting. For her.”

Matty rolled his eyes. But Charli was right.

***

“Sorry, babe. I already told you. I’m happy to trade, but only if you’ve got Charli’s name.”

“George-“

“You think I WANT Matty? I’ve been buying him gifts our entire lives. Charli’s about to be my wife. I want us to start this off with a tradition. I’d be happy to give Matty away. But only if you’ve got Charli what’d be the point in trading for someone else?”

“Well- I- don’t.” She glanced up at George and understood the look in his eyes. “But….i suppose - if I were to acquire Charli’s name….then we could make an exchange?”

George smiled, nodding subtly.

“Fuck. Fine. Stay right where you are. I’ll…go see what I can do.”

***

“Go on, ask him.” Charli nudged matty encouragingly. “Trust me, John already knows you’ve been harboring this secret crush. We all do.”

Matty’s eyes shot wide open, his ears turning red. “All of you?”

“Well, all of us except for her. She likes you too, you know.”

Matty felt his heartbeat in his ears, stuttering and tripping over his words “shut- uppp…sh-she does…NOT.”

Charli rolled her eyes. “God the two of you are clueless. It’s kinda cute actually. It’s like school children.”

She glanced at Matty’s face and pitied him for his anguish. “You’re like a lost puppy. Can’t help but rescue you. Cmon. I’ll help.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

***

“Okay, so, George has Matty, but he wants Charli. Charli is with Polly who will trade me if I can get her Ross. Ross is with Carly. Carly is happy to give him away in exchange for Adam...” I’m a fit of desperation. She tore up the napkin on which she’d been sketching out her network of secret Santas. Groaning and banging her head against the wall.

“Ouch, don’t do that.” She heard Vee, Ross’s partner, tap her shoulder from behind. “You look like you could use a drink. And some help maybe?”

***

“Okay, what’s the plan now?” Matty sipped his drink, glancing at Charli helplessly while she scanned the room and hatched out a plan of action.

“It shouldn’t be that difficult if we split up and double our efforts. You take Jamie and other Jamie. I’ll take Adam and Gabi….”

“And we meet back at John to make the trade.”

“Exactly.” They exchanged hopeful glance before branching off to put the plan into action.

On the other side of the room, George smiled thankfully at her.

“You got me Charli! Thank you!”

“Now hand over Matty’s name.”

“Fuckin gladly.” George presented her with her prized piece of paper, watching her burst with glee.

“You know what you’re gonna get him?”

A mischievous smile appeared on her lips. “I’ve got some ideas.”

George squeezed her shoulder. “Well, let me know if you need my help.”

***

Charli rush across the room to George as the dinner table was being set. “You won’t believe what just happened. I’ve got something to tell you.”

As Charli spoke, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Vee and Ross approaching, both giddy with knowing smiles.

“So,” Vee joined George and Charli’s secret corner, Ross right behind her. “You’re saying matty has her name? — sorry, wasn’t eavesdropping, you guys just look suspicious — well, guess whose name I just help her acquire?”

George burst out into laughter, earning judgmental stares from his group. “Do you think they’ll finally tell each other before the end of the year?”

“They’re so dumb.” Charli observed.

“We should do something.” Vee added, “you know, to help them along.”

Ross mused “what if we….just….added a love note. To each of their gifts?”

[maddiehu7]

Apocalyptic | Daryl Dixon |

Chapter 2

It's the next day and we're teaching rick how to kill walkers and heading to ricks house

"I have to ask just one more time are we sure there dead?" He questions looking at Morgan

"They dead except for something in the brain that's why it's gotta be the head" Morgan confirms as we head down the porch stairs towards a walker lying on the ground it gets up when it hears our footsteps Rick approaching it with a baseball bat he swings a couple times killing it but on the final blow he hurts himself kneeling grabbing his stomach

"Hey you ok?" I ask softly putting my hand on his shoulder

"I need a moment" he says looking over at me quickly

"Ok" I say squeezing his shoulder before backing off, after a minute he gets up and we continue heading to the house killing a couple stragglers on the way

"Your pretty good at fighting" Duane says admiringly

"Thanks kid" I smile as we head up the steps to ricks house

"There alive- my wife and son at least they were when they left" rick says more so reassuring himself than anyone else

"How can you know?" Morgan asks walking in with Rick leading the way

"I saw them off" i say nodding at Rick

"There in Atlanta I bet" Duane speaks up looking at me

"That's right" Morgan says sitting down

"Why there?" I question

"Refugee center huge one they said before the broadcast stopped, military protection, food, shelter, they told people to go there said it'd be safest" Morgan says looking at me and Rick

"Plus they got that disease place" Duane adds

"Center for disease control said they were working out how to solve this thing" Morgan finishes I look at Rick smiling he smiles back going to grab something, he brings back the keys to the sheriffs department

"Let's go" he says walking out the door to which we all follow

~~~time skip~~~

We head into the sheriffs department guns ready, Rick opens the door flashing a light around the room we walk in checking for walkers but it seems clear

"You know I remember the showers here have there own propane tank" Rick says at this we all perk up heading to the showers. Rick turns a shower head on and warm water comes out I stick my hand under it

"Hell yes" I say moaning at the feeling

"You take a shower first alex then we'll get in" Rick says motioning everyone to leave

"Thank youuuuu" I say as they head out the door, I undress getting the grimy clothes off me and head under the shower nozzle

"This is amazing" I groan out smiling with pure happiness after a minute of just standing there a quickly wash up getting out wiping off with a towel I wrap it around me and search the lockers for some new clothes luckily I was able to find some black jeans and a black tank top I change quickly and let the boys shower, after everyone's done and in a better mood we head to the weapon storage Rick unlocking the door heading in

"A lot of it's gone missing" Rick says grabbing a gun

"Daddy can I learn to shoot?" Duane questions I smile thinking about when Rick taught me to shoot when I was younger

"Hell yes your gonna learn but we gotta do it carefully teach you to respect the weapon" Morgan looks at him seriously

"That's right it's not a toy you pull the trigger you have to mean it always remember that Duane" Rick adds

"Yes sir" Duane replies

"Here load up" Morgan says to Duane handing him a bag

"Ok" he says getting to work. Once we're loaded up we head out the back we're the cars are

"Conserve your ammo, it goes faster than you think especially at target practice" Rick says as we climb the stairs

"Duane take this to the car" Morgan says handing him a bag

"Ok" he says going to the car but stopping half way coming back to me

"Um I just wanted to say...it was nice to meet you" he says shyly smiling lightly I put my hands on my knees getting to his height

"You to kid, you stay safe listen to your dad ok" I tell him smiling

"Ok" he replies smiling still heading to the car I stand up straight watching him walk away

"You got a good one there" I tell Morgan

"Thanks Alex" he says smiling

"Are you sure you won't come along?" I ask not wanting them to leave

"A few more days by then Duane will know how to shoot and I won't be so rusty" he says looking at me, rick goes into the car and grabs something

"You got one battery I'll turn mine on a few minutes everyday at dawn you get up there, that's how you'll find me" Rick saying handing him a radio

"You think ahead" Morgan says appreciatively

"Can't afford not to, not anymore" Rick sighs

"Listen one thing they might seem like much one at a time but in a group all riled up and hungry, man you watch your asses" Morgan says looking at us

"You to" I say smirking rick shaking his hand

"Your good people I hope you find your family" Morgan says hopeful for us, they head into there car us heading into ours

"I'll miss them" I say looking out the window as we drive rick just nods picking up the radio attached to the car

"Anybody hear me please respond" he says into it a minute goes by and he repeats it

"No one's gonna answer" I say certain

"can you hear my voice" Rick asks

"If anybody reads this please respond, broadcasting on emergency channel, will be approaching Atlanta on highway 85 if anybody reads please respond" he finishes putting the radio back

"Told you so" I say smirking which makes him roll his eyes smiling

After a while we stop in the middle of the road out of gas

"We gotta find somewhere" I say hoping somewhere has gas around here Rick nods getting out of the car, we walk for a bit and see an old house

"There" ricks says walking towards it

"Hello?" He shouts stopping halfway to the house

"Police officer out here, can I borrow some gas?" He asks walking toward the back of the house I follow closely pulling my gun from my jeans just incase

"Hello" he runs up the stairs looking in the front door

"Rick would you mind not being so careless" I say urgently he just ignores me and goes to the side to look in the window but he backs away looking sick

"What" I say coming up to see what's wrong I look through and see a couple lying on the ground-suicide

"Shit" I say also backing away grossed out when I look to the side for Rick I see him sitting down on the steps spitting

"Hey you ok" I say coming over to sit next to him putting my gun away

"No Alex I'm not" he says running his hands over his face

"I'm sorry, this-this is all so fucked up" I say motioning to the world around us

"Yeah" he says fake laughing, I look around hearing something...is that a horse? I get up signaling Rick to come with me when I look over the side of the house and I see a brown horse I smile and I grab a lead from on the fence and walk towards it slowly it huffs a little walking back

“I’m not gonna hurt you bud I promise” I say with my hand out infront of me continuing to walk towards it this time it lets me and I carefully throw the lead over it’s head

“There we go, good boy” I say smiling petting his nose

“You always were an animal whisperer” rick says smiling coming over to pet the horse also

“It’s a gift” I say we both start laughing

“Now come on, let’s go boy” I say leading it out of the fences, once we get to the road I pet it once again reassuringly and jump up on it adjusting myself the horse its a little scared at first but gets use to it after a minute

“Come on Rick your turn” I say holding my hand out for Rick to grab and jump on

“Um ok” he says a little nervously but grabs my hand and hoists himself up regardless, once we’re both situated I signal for the horse to go and start riding into the city. After a bit we finally are here

“Holy shit” I say as we March through the city seeing the wreckage

“Holy shit is right” Rick confirms when I see a couple of walkers come out for a building the horse getting skittish

“Steady steady, there’s just a few nothing we can’t outrun” I say as we jog away from the zombies, I swear I see a helicopter in the reflection of a building Rick looks to shocked at the sight

“Hyah!” I say forcing the horse to go faster towards the helicopter but when we turn a corner we run into a massive hoard of zombies like I’ve never seen before the horse neighs and we look ahead in shock for a second before I snap out of it turning back the horse running at full speed away from the grabbing walkers but before I know it there coming in from every side

“Oh shit” I say not knowing what to do as they come closer starting to grab at us

“Oh god” Rick says in horror, we get grabbed off the horse falling to the ground I pull my gun out of my jeans shooting as many as I can before I run out of ammo throwing the gun to the floor

“Fuck!” I shout seeing the horse go down I feel like throwing up I look over and see Rick crawling under a car I run over and do the same but the walkers follow smushing themselves under the car we crawl faster thinking it’s over when I see a hole above us

“Rick come on!” I shout climbing up into the tank I reach down for him and he takes my hand climbing up too once he’s in i quickly shut the hatch securing it

“Thank god” I sigh out breathing heavily Rick just lays back in shock he grabs a dead army guys gun but he starts to move growling Rick screams and shoots him in the face being to close to the shot he groans in pain looking dizzily around

“Shit Rick you ok” I say coming over to him

“Mmh yeah-yeah in fine” he sighs out running his hand over his head i nod looking up to see the top hatch I go out to look but see walkers all around, our stuff laying abandoned on the ground I close the hatch trying to come up with a plan when I hear a radio cracking me and Rick look over confused when we hear a voice

“Hey you guys…dumbasses” I run over to the radio listening closer

“Yeah you guys in the tank, you cozy in there?” The voice asks, holy shit we might actually survive this I think to myself sighing out smiling in relief

( to be continued )

[justmeinadaze]

Date Night (Surprise!) Steve X Reader

Warnings: Smitten Steve, Wonderful, Proud Wife. Smut for sure. Cameo from Steve's dad.

Word Count: 2140

Steve loses his balance as he crashes in through the apartment’s front door. “Shit! Fucking hell. They need to come fix that.” Steve mutters to himself. The door had been getting stuck so occasionally you guys had to push into it with a little force. The apartment you shared wasn’t glamourous but it worked for you both. A few months after you two got married, Steve left his job at his dad’s business to work for a marketing firm downtown so he wasn’t making the same money he was before. Currently, his office was the mail room but he knew if he worked hard, he’d make his way up the ladder.

“Steven”, Mr. Harrington reaches around his shoulder pulling him in so only his son could hear. “Look, you’re a married man now. You have a wife to take care of. Now is not the time to be chasing silly dreams. Come back to the office. Your job is still there.”

Steve shimmied out of his father’s embrace. “Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad but I think my wife and I will be ok.”

“Will she be ok living in a dump till you decide to get your life together!?”

“She will.” You voice comes up from behind Steve as you plant yourself firmly by his side. “She has faith in her husband and I know he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to.” You glare at his father as you add, “But thanks for your concern.”

Steve’s dad huffs as he turns to make his way through the party guests. Steve’s arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder as you in turn wrap your arms around his waist looking up at him admiringly. 

“Will you marry me?”

You smile, leaning on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “I already did! There was a ceremony and everything. You should have been there.” His teeth flash as he laughs at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “Steve, you know I don’t care right? As long as we’re together I don’t care where we are.” His hand moves down your back rubbing it comfortingly.

“I know, babe. I know.”

It takes him awhile before he actually makes note of his surroundings. The apartment lights are dimmed and there are candles spread out on the dining room table. The scent coming from the kitchen smells delicious. There’s soft music playing on the record player from the living room. 

“Uh, Honey? I think we were robbed by nice people!”

“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you talking about.” You reply with giggle as you make your exit from the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s jaw drops as the papers he was holding slips from his grasp. You’re wearing this beautiful red silk dress that’s hugging your curves just right. Your hair was flowing down over your shoulders just the way you know Steve liked. On your feet were shimmering red heels with a strap that wrapped around your ankles. 

“Did…what…am…” Steve stammers out trying to form words. “Am I dying?”

You laugh at him as you coyly bite your bottom lip. “No, you goofball. I just know you’ve been working really hard at the firm and you had your interview today to move up so I wanted to surprise you. Show you how proud I am of you.”

He’s still frozen by the door staring at you. You glide over to him, reaching for his hand, and guide him over to a chair at the kitchen table. Leaning over him you pull off his suit jacket and place it delicately on the chair behind him. You head for the kitchen, coming back with a big dish of pasta you know is Steve’s favorite. 

“Baby”, he sighs in disbelief, “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You reach for the bottle of wine and hand it to him so he can pop it open. You lean at the same time he does to take it from you. “Honey, it’s ok for someone to be proud of you.” He reaches up and places two fingers under your chin guiding you to his lips. 

“I don’t deserve you.” He says as he uncorks the wine. He pours himself a glass but as he reaches over to pour you one you cover the top with your hand. 

“No. None for me tonight. I’m ok with water.”

You both talk about his day as you two devour the dinner you made him. His eyes light up when he tells you about his interview and how his boss complimented his ideas. Steve was always so handsome to you like this. Well, he was handsome all the time, but something about the way he gets so animated when he’s excited just makes those butterflies come back in your stomach. 

Suddenly, the home phone rings loudly through the apartment. Steve’s head turns to make eye contact with you knowingly. You push his arm with your hand.

“Answer it!”

He makes his way towards the counter and you get up to follow close behind. You place your palms together in a praying motion as he lets out one last nervous sigh and answers the phone.

“Hello? Yes Mr. Wellington, thank you for getting back to me.”

You dance on your toes nervously as you watch his face for any signs of good or bad news. 

“No. No, not a problem. I appreciate the opportunity. Ok. Bye.” He responds with a flat tone as he hangs up the phone.  He hovers there for a few minutes making you worry. 

“Steve?”

His eyes flick towards yours as a slow smile creeps across his face. “I got it.”

“Oh my god!” you shout as you dive into his arms wrapping your own around his neck. He picks you up, twirling you around. “What did he say? When do you start?”

He delicately places you back on your feet as he runs his fingers excitedly through his hair. “Um, yeah, he said he really likes my attitude and style. I move out of the mail room Monday.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. Now,” you reach for his hand pulling him towards the bedroom. “I can give you your other 2 surprises.”

“Oh, Y/N”, he responds exaggeratedly, placing his free hand on his chest. “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.”

“Oh, come on, old man. I believe in you.” He lets out a chuckle as he lets you tug him all the way to the bed you guys share. “Can you do me a favor and unzip this for me?” You turn your back to him and motion towards the zipper on the back of your dress. Steve reaches up and pulls it down to the middle of your back. “Thank you. Now, sit here, and close your eyes.”

He immediately does what he’s told. Steve listens intently as he hears you shuffle around the room. It isn’t long before he hears your soft seductive voice speak to him again. 

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. You replaced the dress you were wearing with maroon lingerie. The lacy nightie was completely see through and flowed down just barely near the top of your thighs. Underneath was a pair of panties that covered you just so. Your heels were still wrapped around your feet. Steve eyes widened as he drank you in. His silence and lack of movement scared you bit making you think maybe he didn’t like it. You start rambling with a low shy tone.

“I saw you looking at it when we were at the mall. I, uh, set aside some money and –” You are interrupt by the pull of your husband’s hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. His hands slide up your sides and around your back. He gently turns you around to look at everything.

“You’re so…beautiful.” You feel his palms move to your ass as he lightly pushes you forward till you fall on top of him. As your legs straddle his hips, you can feel his bulge straining against his pants. His hands continue to roam the material of the nightie as you start to grind against him. He lets out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to suck on your breasts through the lace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer as you let out a small gasp of pleasure when you feel his teeth tenderly pull at your nipple. You tug on his hair to bring his head up so you can kiss his lips. He lets out groan as he feels you slide to the floor at the edge of the bed. 

You undo his belt and unzip his slacks, springing his cock free. Leaning forward, you slowly take him into your mouth. You hear him grunt above you as you feel his heads pull your hair back into a ponytail so he can look at you. You grip his thighs for leverage as you take him all the down to the back of your throat making you gag. 

Steve quietly mutters a “fuck” as you start to move at a faster pace smearing your spit along his shaft. He can’t take it anymore. You feel him lean forward and pull you off him. He kisses you roughly before placing you next to him on your stomach as he rolls on top of you. The metal of the belt is a cold contrast between his fully clothed body making you shiver. 

His hands travel up your body with him as he places kiss on every part of your skin he passes. He brushes your hair to one side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he reaches to hold your hand. He uses his other hand to tease your entrance with his tip. 

“Tell me you want me.” Steve whispers his husky tone in your ear. 

You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “Please, Steve. I want you. I want to feel you.”

He pushes himself inside of you with one thrust making you both moan. The hand that was holding himself comes up to grab your other hand. You prop up on your elbows as he kisses your back and neck. You head leans into the mattress as you try to stifle the moans falling from your lips as he sets a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You feel his warm breath as he leans his face into your neck, his lips brushing your ear. The sound of his voice and pleasure making you clench around him. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine. Cum for me, baby.”

The coil inside your belly snaps as you cum hard, reaching your hand around you to pull him towards you, giving him a sloppy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as slows his pace focusing on his own high. The sound of his hips slapping against you echoes as he delivers a few more hard thrusts until you feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside you. 

As he slowly pulls out of you, he rolls on to his side bringing you with him. You can feel his chest moving quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He lets go of your left hand as he runs it up and down the lace again making you giggle. 

“You like it, huh?”

He smiles into your shoulder. “I do!” Steve turns you onto your back and cups your face as he kisses your lips. “Thank you for this. It was a nice surprise.”

“You still have one more.” You stick your tongue out at him as he emits a playful groan. 

“Honey!” He shouts after you as you hop off the bed and head for the closet. “I think this was enough. I’m not becoming president you know!”

“President Harrington. Hm. I like it.” You grin at him as you jump back onto the bed with a box in your hand. You shake it at him and he snatches it from, tearing it open. 

He freezes again. His eyes quickly dart from you to the contents of the gift. Steve reaches in and pulls out a tiny green onesie. You place your chin on his shoulder as he reads what’s on it out loud. “I’m daddy’s favorite.”. His fingers reach for pregnancy test that’s taped to the hanger. Positive. 

He pulls back from you and cups your cheeks with hands. “For real? Are you serious?” You nod your head as he pulls you excitedly onto his lap. “Wow! We’re going to parents! Y/N, oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!” 

You laugh as he practically smothers you in his arms. “So, Daddy, who do we tell first?” 

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Untitled #2

Ship: Paul Smecker x Gabriel Wanda

Word Count: 702

Summary: Couldn't get the idea of Paul saying "that's my boyfriend you ignorant twat" to some asshole out of my head so that's literally my excuse for writing this. 🙇‍♂️ I was also trying to pick literally any other song for Gabriel to be preforming but I couldn't find anything, so "Why Don't You Do Right?" it is. CWs for smoking and drinking, misgendering, guys creeping on Gabriel, suggestive themes.

Tag List: @canongf

Paul loved when he could visit Gabriel at work, even if that meant his own work days were slow. Tonight was one of those nights. He found an empty table in the crowd and took his seat, ordering his usual drink. A piano player was on the lounge’s stage, finishing a moody piece when the waiter came back to Paul.

“Who’s on next?” He asked as he placed his cigarettes on the table, already knowing the answer.

“That would be Wanda, sir,” the waiter responded with a curt nod.

“Thanks.” Paul took a sip of his drink as the crowd clapped for the pianist as he took a bow and left the stage.

The lights dimmed further and a spotlight blinked on as Gabriel sauntered into view. He wore a short leather dress that clung snugly to his hips, a rhinestone-studded belt accentuated his waist and matched a sparkling choker clasped around his pale neck. Many patrons whistled as he approached the mic and a band began to play in the shadows.

You had plenty money, 1922

You let other women make a fool of you,

Why don’t you do right… like some other men do?

It didn’t take much for the crowd to eat the performance up. Paul blocked them out as he watched him admiringly, selecting one of his cigarettes and lighting it. He recalled a memory in which he had taken Gabriel to one of his first auditions. He had insisted clearly to the establishment’s owner, I only sing classics.

His affectionate spell was broken when he caught wind of the conversation from the table behind him.

“Jesus, that Wanda’s a sweet one, ain’t she? Can’t believe this is her first night here…”

“She certainly doesn’t seem like an amatuer. Maybe she travels.”

Paul twisted in his seat to observe the two men, his cigarette haphazardly protruding from his lips.

“Think I could get her ‘autograph’ after the performance?”

He watched as the man crudely patted his crotch, earning an equally crude chuckle from his buddy. Gladly, he plucked the cigarette from his mouth and barged into the conversation.

“You know that’s a guy up there, right?” He asked just loud enough to be heard by them. They quickly turned to acknowledge him.

“Psshh, there’s no way.”

“Yeah, the Hell are you smokin’?”

Paul smiled tightly. “Just your standard Luckies. You?” Before they could answer, he waved his hand dismissively. “Doesn’t matter, because whatever you’re smoking clearly has you duped. Look at him,” he looked back toward the stage. “It’s clearly padding. He hasn’t got tits and he doesn’t shave. Simple as that.”

“What makes you such an expert?”

Paul casually flashed his FBI credentials. “Disguises come easily to me, son, especially poorly made ones. Though I won’t cast any judgement if you still want to ‘get an autograph…’”

Despite his authority, it didn’t seem to deter the men’s outrage at his suggestion.

“I oughta knock your block off…”

Paul chuckled. “Oh, really? Do you really think threatening a government agent will help you right now?” He took a few puffs of his cigarette. “Anyway, he’s not gonna give you an ‘autograph,’ even if you asked him nicely.”

“Assuming you’re just fucking with us, how the Hell would you know?”

“Because I don’t approve of him having sex with rotten bastards like you. Plain and simple,” Paul returned his attention to the stage as Gabriel’s number came to an end.

“What’ve you got to do with her?”

Paul’s brow creased in irritation. “Because that’s my boyfriend you ignorant twat.” He finished his drink, put away his cigarettes, and moved toward the entrance to the back of the lounge while the men attempted to process the information that was thrown at them. He entered backstage and found Gabriel instantly.

“Paul,” Gabriel chirped as he approached. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Well, work is slow, so I got to leave in time to see my favourite show. C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

As they were leaving, an indistinct shout came from behind. Gabriel briefly glanced over his shoulder. “What’s that all about?”

“Just some guys I pissed off. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Oh, Paul, can’t you ever play nice?”

[mcx7demonbros]

Music Room’s Chaos

Characters - Klein (my OC), Lucifer, Lucius (OC kid), other brothers

Pairing - LuciKlein (Klein is poly so other pairings maybe implied or mentioned)

Warning - Lucius being a menace

It was a peaceful evening at the House of Lamentation. Lucifer was playing the piano while some of his brothers, namely, Mammon, Levi and Belphie decided go to the music room to listen to the beautiful melody played by their eldest brother.

Suddenly, Lucifer felt someone admiringly staring at him, someone little, only as tall as the piano bench he was sitting on.

Lucifer stopped to look at Lucius, his three-year-old son, who was looking up at him while holding a blue teddy bear of Pride.

“You want to try it?” Lucifer asked, to which the boy nodded.

The eldest smiled as he carried Lucius and settled him down on the bench area between his laps.

“Alright, let put the bear on top of the piano since you will need both hands.”

Lucius gave his father the bear, which the latter used magic to put on top of the piano (since both of his hands were busy holding Lucius to keep the boy from falling off the high bench).

“Good, next thing is-.” However, Lucifer noticed a grin on Lucius’s face, a devilish grin.

The next thing he knew, Lucius began playing music according to where his mood took him. To be more precise, the boy began to press piano keys randomly in a chaotic way, accompanied his baby laughing sound.

“No, Lucius, stop!” Lucifer said sternly. “You are not supposed to play piano like that.”

Lucius looked back as his father, his face flinched, and his baby cheeks shaking like he wanted to cry.

Oh no, not that. Lucifer complained in his head.

“Alright, alright, you can keep playing how you want it.” The Avatar of Pride admitted defeat.

Lucius’s face turned happy as he gave his father a smile before he returned to bombarding all the demons in the room with chaotic sounds he made with the piano.

All that no stop that! scene only happened in Lucifer’s head. Lucius was still a little kid, so Lucifer wouldn’t reprimand his son unless he did something wrong. And this is just a kid being a kid. So he could only groan in his head.

No, not the dissonance!

No, not that.

Not that too.

The eldest could only keep those words to himself as he didn’t want to make his son cry. He looked at the teddy bear on top of the piano, which was smiling like it was mocking him.

Yeah, you’re right. What would I expect from a three-year-old? Playing Mozart’s Requiem? That’s impossible for now.

As Lucius was “performing”, his dad noticed three demons trying to leave the room silently to escape the chaos. The eldest had the sadistic grin on his face as he snapped his fingers and the door was shut and locked.

Screw you, Lucifer. Belphie cursed silently in his head. It’s your child so suffer alone yourself, why would you force us to suffer with you?

After 20 minutes, Lucius finally finished with his “performance” (he finally became bored) and stopped.

“It’s time to go to bed, Lucius.” Lucifer said softly as his baby boy rubbed his eye.

“Dada, my piano good?” Lucius asked as he yawned.

“It was the best play I have heard.” Lucifer lied, which made his brothers cringed.

At the same time, Klein opened the door and walked in the room.

“Lucius, I finally found you. It’s time for bed.” Klein said as Lucifer handed the boy to him.

“Papa, my piano good! Dada said!” Lucius said as he yawned again in Klein’s arms.

“Absolutely, anyone who hears your music would fall in love with it.” Klein said, with the three brothers on the side kept screaming no in their heads.

Lucifer followed behind Klein as the latter carried Lucius back to his room before he remembered he left the Pride teddy bear in the music room. As the eldest returned to get the bear for his son, he saw his three brothers sitting on the sofa, trying to recover from the “torture” a few minutes before.

For a moment, four pairs of eyes looked at each other. Lucifer’s eyes seemed to tell them “It’s the hardship of being a father. Do you still want to become one yourself?”, before leaving.

Author’s words

Another fic for the celebration of Lucius’s birthday 🥳

Lucius inherited good music genes from his father so he would get better in the future, dw!

Tag - @sparkbeast20

[steelbluehome]

"Actor Stan . . . does a bang-up job capturing Trump’s verbal cadence and tics, his hand gestures and his smirk, which seemed a lot less obvious in the 1970s and ’80s than they are now."

The Toronto Star (click for article)

‘The Apprentice’: A terrific portrait of the man who made Donald Trump a ‘killer’

Peter Howell

May 20, 2024

The Apprentice

3.5 stars (out of 4)

Starring Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong, Maria Bakalova and Martin Donovan. Written by Gabriel Sherman. Directed by Ali Abbasi. Premiering at the Cannes Film Festival. 120 minutes.

“Attack, attack, attack!”

That’s the first rule of success laid down by Roy Cohn, the ruthless New York lawyer who takes a young Donald Trump under his wing in Ali Abassi’s terrific “The Apprentice,” one of two Canadian films that made its world-premiere Monday at the Cannes Film Festival. (The other is David Cronenberg’s “The Shrouds.”)

Cohn’s other two rules for winning are “admit nothing, deny everything” and “claim victory and never admit defeat,” slogans that will resonate for decades to come.

The year is 1973. Listening very closely to Cohn’s cocky mantra is future U.S. president Trump (Sebastian Stan), who is 27 and hungry. He’s trying to establish himself as a player in New York real estate so he can get out from under the shadow of his controlling father, business tycoon Fred Trump (Martin Donovan).

Cohn (Jeremy Strong), who looks like a rattlesnake in a suit, is holding court with his henchmen in New York’s ritzy Le Club, which Trump has just joined. He’s introduced to Trump as the lawyer “who got the Rosenbergs the chair,” a reference to the notorious 1953 spy trial of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg.

This is music to Trump’s ears; the U.S. Justice Department is accusing him of racial discrimination in his housing rental deals and he needs a take-no-prisoners attorney to fight back. Cohn and Trump become fast allies in what Strong has described in interviews as “a love story.”

So begins a film, and a close relationship that continued until Cohn’s death in 1986, which answers a lot of questions about how Trump became the showboating power seeker he’s known as today. He was the eager pupil of a man who believed, to quote yet another of Cohn’s sayings: “You have to be willing to do anything to anyone to win.”

“The Apprentice” marks the second bid for the Palme d’Or by Iranian-Danish filmmaker Abbasi, who in 2022 debuted in the main Cannes competition with the crime thriller “Holy Spider.”

Actor Stan, best known for playing a brainwashed assassin in the Marvel movie “Captain America: The Winter Soldier,” does a bang-up job capturing Trump’s verbal cadence and tics, his hand gestures and his smirk, which seemed a lot less obvious in the 1970s and ’80s than they are now.

His new film, a Canada/Ireland/Denmark co-production shot in Ontario, opens with bold 1970s-style credits and music, and a disclaimer that not everything that follows is based on strict fact. 

The film seems at first to be impressed by Trump and maybe even sympathetic toward him. Mention is made of a New York Times profile that admiringly compares Trump’s tousled hair to that of Robert Redford’s.

Trump has to put up with a lot of verbal abuse from his father, who scorns his son’s plans to build a luxury hotel — which we’ll later know as the landmark Trump Tower — in a dodgy neighbourhood in downtown Manhattan, at a time when New York is on the verge of bankruptcy. 

The tendency is to root for a guy like that, and to cheer him on he meets and aggressively woos his future wife, Ivana (Maria Bakalova of “Borat 2”), a successful model who demands a $100,000 payment before she’ll marry a man she rightly suspects is not to be trusted. 

Cohn, on the other hand, refuses to take money from Trump, saying he values him more as “a friend” — and it’s clear he means the kind of friends that Don Corleone has in “The Godfather.”

It doesn’t take long for Trump’s true colours to emerge as his Faustian deal with Cohn deepens. He begins referring to people as either “killers” or “losers,” and he bullies New York civic leaders to cut him sweetheart tax deals to bankroll his building binge. 

As his confidence builds, so does his swagger and he begins pulling away from Cohn, a closeted gay man who has contracted AIDS (although he denies it), which will ultimately kill him.

Trump also tires of Ivana, cruelly casting her aside following brutal sex that looks anything but consensual on her part.

How much “The Apprentice” is based on strict historical facts is hard to verify.

But none of it is hard to believe — especially a scene near the end where Trump takes credit for the three rules of success quoted above and which he attributes not to Cohn but rather to his own “natural ability.”

[melis-writes]

Request: Sonny and Victoria being alone at the compound, only with their kids (but only they know that Sonny is the father) and her kids by Michael and the kids are all young, and maybe they accidentally call Sonny daddy or pappa and neither he or Victoria correct the kid or kids

Oh wow. Wow… 😅😳 Hehe, I mean I guess there’s no use in correcting the truth in this case. Real definition of Victonny love child. 🥴

To prying eyes and curious family members, nothing is out of the ordinary having Sonny spend time with all “four” of Michael and Victoria’s children.

The hidden truth of a passionate, fiery love affair in reality has led to the birth of two love children—you and Sonny’s son Angelo and daughter Luciana just a year apart from one another.

Sonny’s eyes linger over you admiringly as you have your back turned to him, working on organizing the children’s nursery back.

Only he and you know the truth about your children, never to be brought up or told to another soul for the sake of your continuing, secret affair, the children and an overall family reputation.

It’s not a dirty little secret or some hidden confession to you nor Sonny, but rather a family born out of a different, newfound love with your husband’s brother behind your family’s back.

You love all your children and babies the same, feeling no different about little Angelo and Luciana as you did giving birth to Michael’s actual biological children—Niccolo and Verona.

Humming quietly to yourself and unaware of your lover’s gaze upon you, Niccolo and Verona play with their building blocks together next to Angelo and Luciana happily.

“Oooh, red block…”

“Here, I take.”

Sonny rests his back against the couch, sitting on the floor and amidst the children to keep an eye on them, but also let the lingering guilt dissipate in his heart that he can rarely be present in front of his own children when Michael’s home.

After all, for what everyone else knows, Angelo and Luciana are Michael’s children, not Sonny’s and nothing raises suspicion more than Sonny wanting to spend more time specifically with the youngest.

Since fathering children with you, any time you and Sonny have alone to yourselves is either spent entirely with the children to parent together, or intimately but never both—creating a burden of allocating time for each.

Sonny chuckles quietly to himself as he holds out his hands, watching both Angelo and Luciana grab onto it with all their might to crawl and wobble over to their father. “I gotcha, no worries.”

“Daaaaaa…” Luciana cooes quietly, peeking up at Sonny.

You pause your movements, staring at the nursery bag quietly as you attempt to make out Luciana’s words.

“Da?” Luciana gently smacks Sonny’s hand.

Eyes wide and quiet, Sonny stares back at his daughter only for Angelo to speak up. “Dada.”

“There’s your daddy! There he is, there he is!” You beamed, holding up Angelo and Luciana in your arms as you made your way towards Michael.

Both you and Sonny remain quiet as you turn around, refusing to correct the children but still in a stunned state of confusion.

Niccolo and Verona remain clueless, too young to understand what their half-siblings mean as Angelo and Luciana attempt to crawl onto Sonny’s lap.

“Yeah,” Sonny nods at his children, opening his arms to snuggle them in his embrace.

“DADA!”

“Come to your daddy. C'mere, plenty of cuddles for all, little buddy.” Exchanging a thrilled and surprised look with you, you can’t help but find yourself smiling at the sight of the real father of your children embracing them with as much love as he can give.

What Michael doesn’t know can’t ever hurt him, after all.