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suguruverse · 3 years

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— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

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sequinsmile-x · 3 years

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Day-to-Day

Part of the Whatever Tomorrow Brings series.

Chapter 2: Theo

This chapter is all about Theo coming out to his family, which I know can be a sensitive subject for people. So I just wanted to give fair warning before anyone reads it.

Word count: 4.7k

Read here on ao3, or below the cut.

Let me know what you think!

January 2010

Emily was nervous as soon as the school called, Theo’s teacher, a kind woman called Ms Gorman, wanted to speak to her as soon as possible. Aaron couldn’t make it, a meeting with his superiors running over, so she had a cranky Amelia in her lap as she sat in a slightly too small chair in Theo’s classroom.

“Mrs Hotchher, I understand that the circumstances around Theo’s recent absence from class was...unusual to say the least.” Ms Gorman says kindly. “But I do have a couple of concerns.”

Emily frowns, her heart constricting in her chest, fears about her son being held back a year taking root. She shushes Amelia as she cries out, holding the small toy she had brought to entertain her infront of her.

“I did try my best with homeschooling, I know it wasn’t ideal but we did ok.”

“That’s not what I mean, Mrs Hotchner. Theo is a very bright boy, and he is doing very well academically.” Ms Gorman reassures, and Emily feels a brief moment of relief. “My concern is more around the social side of things.”

“Oh.” Emily says. “He hasn’t said anything. What about Ollie, and his other friends? You couldn’t get them to spend 10 minutes away from each other before.”

The truth rolled around Emily’s head. ‘Before’ was back prior to their world being torn apart and a serial killer almost murdering Aaron in their old home. Before she had spent 6 months in a cramped apartment with her kids, allowed no contact with her husband or anyone else in their lives.

“6 months is a long time when you are their age. They’ve all moved on.”

It felt like a gut punch to Emily, guilt spreading through her body quickly. She swallows against the lump of emotion in her throat. “Does he talk to anyone?”

Ms Gorman smiles sadly at her before shaking her head. “He tried at first, but he just sits alone now at lunch and at recess. I’ve tried to encourage him to play with the others, but all he wants to do is see you or his older brother.”

Emily closes her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath before she looks back at Ms Gorman.

“Thank you for letting me know.” __________

Theo doesn’t want to talk about it at all on the way home from school, despite her attempts to bribe him with ice cream. Jack isn’t even able to pull him out of it with promises of a few rounds of MarioKart. Theo solemnly eats his dinner before going to his room early, asking if he can just go upstairs to play alone.

Emily sighs as she gets Amelia out of her high chair, kissing the sleepy baby’s head as she pulls her into her arms. “Bed time for you I think, sweet girl.”

Aaron walks over to them and smiles, kissing his wife on the lips and his daughter on her head.

“Why don’t I put her down and you go speak to Theo?” He says, a tightness in his voice that had been there since she told him what the teacher had explained to her. He was already lifting the 11 month old from her arms as Emily started to protest. “We both know you’re the only one he’ll talk to.”

Emily opens her mouth to argue, but Amelia interrupts her, mumbling into her fathers shirt as she sleepily lays her head against him.

“Dada.”

Emily rolls her eyes as she relents. “I fed her almost exclusively with my body for 10 months and you’re the favourite.” She says, eyebrow raised but no malice in her voice. They both knew she didn’t really mind, that she was delighted that the once strong bond between father and daughter had been repaired after their long separation.

She kisses her daughter’s head again, whispering goodnight and words of love against her skin before she heads upstairs to her son’s room. She knocks lightly on the door.

“Theo? Can I come in?”

There’s a sniff through the door that makes her heart twist in her chest. “No.”

“Theo, baby. I want to make sure you’re ok.” There’s a pause. “Please?”

“Ok.”

Emily walks into the room to find Theo sat on his bed, tears streaming down his face and Archie held tightly in his arms. “Oh my sweet boy.”

She walks over to the bed and sits next to him at the head of it. She wraps her arm around him and he immediately curls into her embrace, his wet face pressed against her shirt.

“I have no friends.” He cries, and she shushes him, pulling him fully into her lap so she can hug him properly.

“Your teacher said you have been having some problems with Ollie and the others.”

“They don’t want to talk to me anymore.” He sniffs. “They said I’m weird.”

Emily immediately stiffens, anger spiking in her veins. She hears a voice in the back of her head, that sounded suspiciously like her husband, that was telling her she couldn’t tell off a bunch of 7 year olds for upsetting her son.

“That’s not very nice of them.” She says, kissing the top of his head, surprised at how even her voice sounded. “Have you tried talking to anyone else?”

Theo sniffs again. “There’s a girl called Lucy that seems ok.”

“Well, why don’t you talk to her?”

Theo pulls back from her enough to look at her, an indigent look on his face that she just knew was all her. “Because she’s a girl, Mommy.” He says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I’m a girl.” She replies, fake indignation in her voice as she pokes his nose. “You speak to me all the time.”

“You don’t count.”

“Oh I don’t, huh?” She says, tickling him until he relents. He is laying against her again and she runs her hand through his hair. “Just try talking to her, baby. You never know she could end up being fun. Even if she is a girl.”

Emily stays with him until he falls asleep, slipping out from under him with years of practice at not disturbing him. She goes in search of her husband and finds him in their room, laying on their bed, one hand under his head, still fully dressed from his day at work.

“Is he ok?” Aaron asks as soon as she enters the room, his voice tight and his eyes are fixed on the ceiling.

She sighs, joining him on the bed. “I think he will be.” She looks at him, biting her lip when she sees the barely suppressed emotion on his face. “Are you ok?”

“It’s my fault.”

“Aaron, it’s no-”

“Don’t say it’s not my fault.” He says, his voice too close to begging for her liking. “I goaded a serial killer and he came after me, after us. And now our kids are traumatised, and our son doesn’t have any friends left.” Emily grabs his hand and tugs him towards her. He doesn’t resist, rolling onto his side until he is pressed up against her, his head on her chest. She wraps her arms around him, scratching her nails through his hair.

“Honey.” She punctuates the pet name with a kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going to let you blame yourself for any of this. It’s all George Foyet’s fault. All of it.” She almost feels her own resolve slip when she feels his tears through her shirt, opposite to the side that Theo had cried on only an hour earlier. “Ok?”

“Ok.” He says, his hand moving to her hip to squeeze it. “Ok.” He repeats, sounding more sure.

They lay there for a while, taking comfort in each other that two months after their reunion still felt precious.

“What would we all do without you?” Aaron asks into her shirt, his voice sounding lighter than it had done all evening.

Emily laughs. “I don’t know. I think our kids would all have less of an attitude though.”

“You’ve got that right.” He replies, and she can feel his smug grin against her chest.

“Jerk.” She says, unable to stop herself from laughing. He looks up at her and they kiss, his hand on her hip tightening. They pull back and she leans her forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” __________

November 2020

Theo wants to get it off his chest, he wants to tell his family before he leaves for college. He decides to tell Penelope first. Aside from his parents she had always been his biggest supporter, his confidant. Her friendship with his mom and dad had served him well before, a rare teenage tantrum about them being over protective turned around in moments as she reminded them how much they had been through to have him, and to keep their family safe. She had driven him home, his head lowered as he apologised to his mother for their crossed words. Now he needed her advice.

He had sent her a text the day before asking if he could come round after school for a chat, saying he needed some help with something, his insistence that it would be kept a secret from his mom and dad clear. Penelope replied, almost immediately like she always did, with the affirmative and Theo found himself unable to concentrate throughout this classes. His mind focused elsewhere.

Penelope answered her front door in a flurry of bright colours and barely concealed anxiety. She ushers him into her home, a hug and a greeting in quick succession as she guides him into her living room.

“Now, you have got to tell me what this is all about.” She says, already passing him his favourite soda before he can ask for it. “I know you said you wanted to keep whatever it is between us, but if you’ve done drugs or killed someone or something else illegal, I don’t think I can keep it from them.”

“Aunt Pen-”

“Your dad has this way of looking directly into my soul or something. And your mom is terrifying when it comes to you guys. I’d have to go into hiding-”

“Aunt Pen.” Theo says more firmly, finally getting her attention. She stops ranting and stares at him, an expectant look on her face. “It’s nothing illegal. I promise.”

She seems to notice how serious he is and she instantly calms, the concerned look on her face melting away into comfort. “Theo, you know you can tell me anything.”

He takes a deep breath, and he says the words he had never said out loud, but had known were true for as long as he remembered. “I’m gay.”

Penelope doesn’t react for a second, no emotion passes over her face, and Theo very briefly wonders if he had somehow made a mistake. Then all of a sudden he’s in a bone crushing hug, and he can almost feel the relief pouring out of him.

“Am I the first person you’ve told?” She asks, still holding him tightly.

Theo swallows against the lump in his throat, tears of relief on his face. “Yeah.”

“And you want my advice on how to tell your mom and dad?”

“Yeah.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Oh.” Penelope suddenly exclaims, pulling back from Theo, making him jump slightly. “I have an idea. You could get one of those confetti gun things, fill it with rainbow confetti and just let it off at dinner.”

Theo stares at his aunt for a second, the enthusiasm rolling off of her in waves. “Yeah, I’m not going to do that.”

“A cake?”

“Aunt Pen.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not going to do something over the top. I just want to tell them.”

“Teddy Bear.” Penelope says, using the nickname she had used when he was small. She was, without a doubt, the only person he would let get away with calling him that now. “Your mom and dad love you. Nothing will ever change that. You should just tell them, whenever you feel ready.”

He nods, a smile on his face. “Ok.”

She sends him home with enough baked goods to feed a small town, and a fierce hug at the door. “I am so proud of you, Theo.”

It’s the only secret Penelope Garcia ever keeps. __________

The next day Theo comes home from school to a package, Penelope’s recognisable handwriting on the label. He takes it to his room and opens it, something like a mix of a laugh and a sigh coming out when he pulls out a handheld confetti cannon.

There’s a small note attached to it that simply says ‘in case you change your mind.’

He hides it under his bed. ___________

Emily is surprised when she looks up from her never ending stream of paperwork to a knock on her office door to see her son standing there, nerves rolling off of him. There were times when it was hard for her to accept that so many years had passed. That her once tiny baby who refused to be separated from her in the first few weeks of his life, although her husband would argue it was years, was now this 18 year old standing in front of her.

Her nerves were immediately on edge. He would only have finished school just less than an hour ago, meaning he had come directly from school to Quantico. The kids used to visit her at work more when they were younger, Aaron bringing them in on evenings when she was still Unit Chief and they were fresh back from a case, paperwork too behind for her to go straight home. He would walk into her office, Theo and Jack by his side and Amelia resting on his hip with a bag full of food prepared for them all. This was rare, just one of them showing up unannounced, and a number of worse case scenarios were already tumbling around her head.

“Theo, hi.” She immediately abandons her work, pen forgotten on her desk as she approaches her son. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah.” He chokes out, sounding anything but ok. “I just wanted to talk to you. Alone.”

“Of course. Give me one second.” She walks past him, a hand briefly on his shoulder before she pokes her head out of her office and tells her assistant to give them some time. She then closes the door and pulls the blinds shut giving them total privacy, already completely prepared to hunt down whoever had Theo this upset. She sits on the couch she keeps in her office and pats the seat next to her, encouraging him to join her.

At first Emily just sits there, watching Theo intently as he avoids looking at her, worry all over his face. She lets five minutes of tortuous silence pass. She sees how he is picking at his cuticles, a habit he had inherited from her, how his left knee was bouncing constantly, anxiety rolling off of him.

“Theo, honey.” She places a hand on his knee to stop it from bouncing. It makes him look at her and she gives him an encouraging smile. “You can take as long as you need to tell me whatever it is you want to. I just need to know if you’re ok, because I’m worried.”

“Sorry.” He says, trying to smile at her.

“Oh sweetheart, no.” She cups the back of his head. “Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theo suddenly closes the gap between them and hugs her tightly. He’d always been the most affectionate out of her children, even throughout his teenage years he had still consistently sought her out. A bond between the two of them that Aaron often said even teenage hormones couldn’t fracture.

Emily hugs him back, frowning at what almost felt like desperation in his embrace. “You’re ok, Theo. You’re ok.”

“Mom?”

“Yes, honey?”

He pulls back from her, and she instinctively wipes the tear away from his cheek. Something she had done countless times in his life. Something she would do as long as he needed her to.

Theo takes a deep breath. “I’m gay.” He says, his voice shaky but his words certain.

Emily had known this was coming, she always had. She had seen how anxious Theo had been lately but waited for him to come to her, for him to be ready. She smiles at him and wipes another tear away from his cheek. “Thank you for telling me. I love you and I’m so proud of you.”

There’s a beat of silence before Theo furrows his brow, looking so much like Aaron it makes her smile wider. “That’s it?”

“Were you expecting something else?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Lucy came out to her parents lately and it didn’t go well. I guess I was worried.” He swallows the lump in his throat. “Do you think Dad will be ok? What about grandma?”

Emily smiles at him again and pulls him back into a hug and kisses the side of his head.

“Sweetheart.” She soothes, her hand running up and down his back. “Your dad loves you, no matter what. It’s kind of part of the whole being a parent thing. I can be with you when you tell him if you want.” Emily smiles when she feels him nod against her. “Just take it one step at a time. And as far as your grandmother goes, if she says anything even slightly awful you leave her to me. I’m long overdue for a fight with her anyway.”

Theo laughs at that and pulls away, and wipes the few remaining tears from his face. “Thanks, Mom. I don’t think I could go head to head with her.”

“Lucky for you I have 50 years of practice.” She smiles. “Do you want to go home? Talk to Dad?”

“Don’t you have work?”

“You’re more important than any of that.” Emily says gesturing to her desk. “It’s completely up to you though.”

“Let's do it.” __________

Theo is grateful for his mother as she sits next to him on the couch, close enough for him to reach out for if he needs her. She’d always been his favourite person for as long as he could remember. His memories of the time they had been separated from his father were slightly fuzzy, and at this stage when he dreamt about it he wasn’t always sure what was real and what his brain had made up to torture him. What Theo did remember, however, was his mother. How she had held it together, the way she had still let them all know how much they were loved.

It was only as he got older, and he realised how disgustingly in love his parents were, it occurred to him how difficult it must have been for her. He had seen how miserable either of them were if they were separated for a few days at a time, and every time they hugged a little too long in the foyer of their home, only breaking apart at Amelia’s protests, he wondered how they had managed it for 6 months.

When he tells his dad his most closely guarded secret he feels instant relief at his supportive reaction. It was almost, word for word, the same as his mother’s, and a small part of Theo wondered if they had practised it.

__________

He tells his brother over the phone a week later, Jack’s working schedule as a resident at the local was difficult and made getting together tricky at times.

Theo takes a deep breath as he walks into the living room, a small smile on his face as he finds his younger sister sitting on the couch, her head buried in her phone.

“Mills.”

“Yeah.” She doesn’t look up from her phone.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah.”

Theo pauses when she still doesn’t look up at him. “Amelia.” He says, the use of her full name finally drawing her gaze from her phone. “It’s important.”

She holds her hands up and makes a show of locking her phone and putting it down in her lap. “You have my undivided attention.”

Theo takes a seat next to her on the couch. “I’ve already told Mom and Dad, and Jack, so I thought it was important to tell you too. I’m gay.”

Amelia looks at him for a second, expression blank before she picks her phone back. “Are you free right now, or are you doing this with everyone tonight?”

Theo furrows his brows at her. “Sure...I’m free.”

“Cool.” She stands up, furiously texting someone. “Jack thought you wouldn’t come out until after Christmas, and now he owes me $20. Can you drive me to his place?”

Theo stares at her for a second, his car keys already in his hand. “You guys bet on that?”

“Yeah.” Amelia replies, smiling at a text he assumes is from Jack. “Can we go to Taco Bell after?”

“Why?”

She rolls her eyes at him. “To spend my $20. Obviously.” __________

Amelia sits next to him, her feet on the dash of his new car, eating what appeared to be her third taco in as many minutes. She reaches into the paper bag in the passenger seat footwell and passes him one. Theo takes it with a smile on his face.

Amelia nudges him with her elbow. “I’m very lucky to have you as an older brother.” She briefly rests her head on his shoulder, and Theo is taken aback by the out of character sentiment from his sister.

Then as quickly as it happened, she removes her head from his shoulder and takes a sip of her Baja Blast. “So, what’s your type? Big and muscly like Uncle Derek, or nerdy like Uncle Spence?”

“Mills.”

“What? I’ve got to be on the lookout for you.” She takes another sip of her drink. “You’re terrible at flirting.”

“You’re not even 12. You shouldn’t even know what flirting is.” He deadpans.

“Oh come on.” Amelia says, rolling her eyes. “I’ve known what flirting is since I could talk. Mom and Dad do it constantly. It’s disgusting.” __________

“It’s rare we get the house to ourselves.” Aaron says as he wraps his arms around Emily’s waist from behind, kissing the side of her head. She was standing at the kitchen counter, cutting up some vegetables for dinner. It was the closest thing Aaron would let her do to cooking, his claim that she could burn water always quickly following his protests that he could prepare meals by himself.

Emily smiles as she briefly leans back into him. “Careful, or it will be your fault when I cut myself.” To make a point she purposely pushes the knife down a little harder than necessary. “And we both know you can’t cope if I’m hurt.”

“That’s unfair.” He says squeezing her a little tighter.

“Do I need to bring up the time my appendix nearly exploded, again? Or do you remember that differently to how I do?”

He takes the knife from her hand and turns her round so she’s facing him. Her arms automatically wrap around him, her hands trailing up his back to rest at the edge of his shoulder blades. Aaron leans down to kiss her, determined to wipe the smug look off her face, when they hear the scrape of a key in the front door. He groans and rests his forehead against hers.

Emily laughs and briefly presses her lips against his. “We’ll carry on this conversation later, Mr Hotchner.”

“That better be a promise.” He says, pulling her slightly closer, hearing Theo and Amelia’s voices drift into the house.

“Always, my love.” She kisses him again before extracting herself from his grip. She walks towards where she can hear the kids talking, and she arrives to find Amelia going upstairs.

“Does she not want dinner?” Emily asks Theo, watching her daughters retreating figure up the stairs.

“I think Mills just ate more tacos than anyone ever has in one sitting.” Theo says, smiling at the look of bewilderment on his mother’s face. “She bet Jack $20 that I would come out before Christmas, she made me take her to Taco Bell to spend her winnings.”

Emily raises an eyebrow. She knew Ameila had very little tact, and a part of her was concerned at what she could have said to her brother. “Do you need me to have a word with her?”

“No it’s ok.” Theo shakes his head. “Mom, did you and Dad already know?”

Emily flushes slightly, averting her eyes from her son before she looks back at him. “Yes. We did. We were just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell us.” She laughs at the look of confusion on his face. “Honey, I think you sometimes forget what your dad and I both used to do for a living. Plus, your first ever crush was Joe Jonas from Camp Rock.”

Theo laughed at that, the relief blooming in his chest. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It wasn’t our place, honey. This is your story to tell.” She opens her arms up for a hug which he gladly accepts. “We’re both so proud of you.” ______

After dinner Aaron goes to the home office to mark some papers for the class he taught at Quantico. Full retirement had never quite suited him, so he taught one class a semester. Theo finds himself standing outside the office just before he went to bed, after watching a movie with his mother, knocking to say goodnight to his father.

“Come in.”

Theo opens the door and walks in, hovering in the doorway. “I’m off to bed. Mom says she’ll meet you in your bedroom to finish the conversation you started.” Theo says. Aaron tries to hide the smile on his face, but obviously fails when his son makes a noise of disgust. “I should have known that was something gross.”

“Sorry, you know she thinks it’s funny to freak you out.” Aaron laughs, his amusement at his wife's antics still as strong as they were when they first met. “If you need me as backup the first time you bring a boyfriend home let me know. We both know what your mother is like.” Aaron says, smirking as Theo’s face pales, images of Jack’s first attempts at bringing a girl home flicking through his brain.

“Oh God, she’ll find a way to bring up the you vs Foyet thing won’t she.”

Aaron smiles as he takes a sip of his drink. “Without a doubt.” __________

Aaron sneaks into his bedroom a couple of hours later, well aware that his wife was likely fast asleep by now. He smiles when he sees her curled up in the middle of the bed, mouth slightly open as she snored lightly, her hand under his pillow.

He quickly gets ready for bed before joining her. The movement of the bed wakes her enough for her to make a disgruntled noise before she moves closer to him, her thigh pressed over his waist.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” He soothes, securing her to him with a hand on her back.

“I think I promised to do something dirty when you came to bed.” She mumbles, face pressed into him.

Aaron chuckles, his hand drifting under her sleep shirt to press against her skin. “Another time, baby. You’re tired.”

She hums into him. “I’m glad Theo is ok, he seemed happier at dinner.”

“I think he’s just relieved it's out there.”

They lay in silence, and he thinks she may have fallen asleep until she speaks again. “He told me that Penelope sent him an explosive prop to come out to us with.”

“She did what?” __________

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfic #hotchniss fan fiction #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #family #family fluff #chaotic hotchners #WTB Universe #they all deserve this happiness after what I put them through #I know it #you know it #Penelope Garcia would be the best aunt #I will take no feedback on that fact

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julday4 · 3 years

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Hey

Hey guys guess what.

I REDID HIS REF!!!!! WOOOOO!!!

THATS RIGHT! ONE OF MY FIRST, FAVOURITE AND DUSTCHERRY SHIPKIDS REF'S HAS GOTTEN A REBOOT! (EXPECT ITS GOOD!) I'll be writing down the more important info and the rest on read more so if you're interested ya can read that! :)

Anyways.

Name: Rust.

Gender: Male.

Age: 10 years old.

Magic: Hallucination. (Aka, able to hallucinate people and control them).

Weapon: 2 old rusted pistols.

Personality: Curious, ignorant, immature, childish, pretty positive, encouraging, kinda dumb.

Parents: Dusttale!Sans and Underfell!Sans.

And @icinnamonroll thank you so much for giving me motivation to redo this boy's ref, without you he would still be left in the dust, so thank you! :D

Dusttale!Sans belongs to @/ask-dusttale

Underfell!Sans belongs to @/underfell

More info:

He has two "canonal" (cause there's other Dustcherry shipkids but yknow, in his mutliverse) younger twin siblings called Rose and Raspy, both 7 year olds. He calls the two 'Brother' and 'Sister' instead of their actual names because his very fond of them and is proud to have two siblings. He will protect them when in danger, thou its usually them that protects him because somehow their more mature then him. But they still love eachother. (Raspy is by @awelldressedtornado and Rose is by @awelldressedtornado and me).

Rust gets trained by his dad, Dust, everyday, or well, most of the time. The two sometimes forget. Dust trains Rust to use his pistols and also hallucination sometimes if they find someone to use it on. His the reason Rust is able to use hallucination and guns at the age of 13.

Rust is very fond of his other dad, Fell. He always asks him questions, tries to imitate what he does (thou his not a lil ball of anger like Fell so it's nearly impossible), follows him almost everywhere and calls him Papa. Fell is probably the favourite parent thou he loves both of his dad's equally.

Rust's favourite food is plain ass snow and snowcones. Here's why: When Rust (Also baby rust :)) was first brought to this world we call the multiverse, Dust and Fell didn't know anything about taking care of children and they lived in Dusttale so they couldn't ask anyone. So, when Rust was hungry and started crying, Fell suggested to feed him snow. Dust said no cause wtf thats stupid and he said "Free food". So Dust went out and fed Rust snow and he LOVED it. So thats where his gotten his love for snowcones and.. Plain ass snow.

Rust rarely swears. Or just never swears at all. Nobody knows why, he just says when he swears it hurts his mouth or something. So he never swears. (He says like: Heck, frick, fishsticks, crap, ect.)

Rust is very attached to his necklace and never takes it off, mainly because he got it as a gift when he was very young and promised himself to never take it off once he put it on. (He also lost it once and that traumatised him, sooo... Yeahh..)

Rust has a huge fear of water, which is kinda ironic since he likes snow which is made of water but y'know, he more has a fear of.. Swimming. He doesn't like rivers, lakes, oceans, pools, ect. He will never go in, maybe touch it with his feet but thats it. I think it's because he fell in the river nearby back then and was really traumatised. He can drink water, eat ice, nicecream, snow, ect and play around in the snow, just... Not swim in.. Big piles of liquid.

Rust has a cat called Jaws! It's a lil black kitten or cat. Prob a teen cat, with a red ripped bandana. He loves playing with him and petting him, and especially chasing after him. Thou, Jaws belongs to Dust. And they SOMETIMES practice hallucination on Jaws, but only sometimes, cat lives matter people.

Anyways uh! I think that's it! If ya reading this, thanks alot for reading all of this info! It means alot to me! So thank you. You now know all about some shipkid who's the complete opposite of his parents. Congrats! :)

#alec's art #alec's ocs #sanscest #dustcherry #Dust x Fell #Sans au #Shipkid #dustcherry shipchild #Rust #His donee!!#I'm so happy with it! :0 #It looks less messy and more organised then the last one #And not as confusing.#I hope ya'll like this ref aswell!#And ty again icinnamonroll (imma call you cinna) for giving me enough motivation #And for the fanart #It means alot to me #So thanks my dude! :')

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odd-birds-and-booksellers · 4 years

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Love You Now

"I think kids should grow up where it snows, you got sledding, you got snowball fights, you know? If we have two kids then we each get one on our own team...I mean threes okay too, I mean the more the merrier right?"

The fresh powdery snow blanketed the ground around them, it had been falling heavily since noon but that hasn't stopped the Karevs from enjoying their day off in the snow, they'd spent the morning using the unused baking trays that they had received as housewarming gifts back when Robin was first born as sleds. For the onlookers it was hard to tell who the parents were, as Alex and Jo had taken to racing each other, leaving their kids to watch their parents with utter embarrassment.

"Okay tap it gently P and then with any luck we should have…" Alex leant in ticking his daughter's sides as she patted the bucket softly, warmth flooding through his body as her giggles rang out across the back yard. "...the best snow castle ever made."

Leaning around her, he gently lifted the bucket up to reveal a perfectly built snow castle.

"Mommy look we made Elsa's castle," Peyton squealed in delight, whirling around to see Jo standing in the back doorway, a steaming cup of hot chocolate in her hands as she watched them play.

"You guys made snow castles without me?" Jo whispered in disbelief, faking a pout as she made her way over to them leaving her drink on the snow-covered BBQ she leant down beside Alex, his arm automatically wrapping around her as Peyton began filling another bucket full of snow enthusiastically.

"Snooze you lose" Alex grins, nuzzling his ice-cold nose against her neck, making her shiver. Pushing him away she ignores the smirk on his face as she scans the garden wondering where their eldest had got to, it was far too quiet for her liking.

"Erm Alex, couldn't you have watched both of them?" Jo groans catching sight of Robin at the end of the garden in what she'd politely call a compromising position.

Alex's eyebrows wrinkle as he follows Jo's gaze, chuckling as he sees his son peeing in the snow, rolling his eyes at the young boy's antics.

"Dad, look I can go on my own!" Robin cries, turning towards Jo and Alex a proud grin stretched across his face.

"That's my boy!" Alex cheered, fist-pumping the air, feeling a handful of snow hit his face, the ice droplets dripping down his top, as he turned back to see his wife's scowling face.

"What?" He shrugged, he was proud, he couldn't tell you the number of times he had to stand right by his son's side because he refused to go on his own.

"He's peeing in the snow" Jo exclaims, gesturing back to their son, a bewildered look on her face as she looks between her son and husband who were sporting matching smirks.

"Yeah but all by himself..." Alex protests, brushing the snow from his face, his eyebrows pulled together in a frown like he didn't understand why Jo was mad.

"Yeah well, Mrs Mclusky is staring at us" Jo hisses, nodding her head towards the next-door neighbours garden and sure enough there the old bat was, face pressed against the window as she narrowed her eyes on the Karevs in disgust.

"You want him to write ya name? Mind ya business" Alex yells, making the lady jump as she lets the curtains fall. The nosy old bat was always sticking her nose in where it wasn't wanted, she already told Jo this morning how nice it would be if she was always at home with her children instead of working.

"And you wonder why they don't like us…" Jo mutters, shaking her head as she smiles down at Peyton helping the little one line her Elsa dolls up against the castle.

Alex ignores her, whistling at the dog that had been happily barking at the birds at the bottom of the garden, "I think that boat sailed when Maverick got into her guinea pig enclosure…" he says, as Maverick comes bounding towards them bypassing Alex for Jo as he sticks his little wet nose against her leg.

"He thought they were toys...didn't you? My tiny little murder." Jo mumbles, rubbing Mavericks belly as the dog rolled over in delight.

"Can you eat snow?" Peyton wonders, holding a handful out towards Alex, her little face scrunching up underneath her woolly hat, it was far too big for her but Helen insisted Karev babies always had big heads so every year a hat way too big would be sent out.

"No"

"Sure"

"Well as long as it's not yellow." Alex shrugs, gesturing towards where Robin had so kindly done his business before receiving a sharp elbow to the ribs from Jo who shakes her head at him in disbelief.

Suddenly the baby monitor lights up, the cries of the youngest Karev flowing through it.

"I'll get her…" Jo says already rising to her feet as Maverick barks at her, nipping at her boots, upset he no longer has her attention. "Are you coming in with me?" she smiles, lifting him up into her arms as if he was her baby.

"You should stop carrying him…" Alex quips, groaning at the sight of his wife rocking the dog in her arms, chatting away to him in that sickly sweet voice she reserved for babies only. "Dogs aren't meant to be this pampered."

"Earthquake!"

All of a sudden Robin is bursting through the set of snow castles lined up, roaring like a dinosaur as he kicks his way through sending the snow flying.

"What the fuck?" Shrieks Peyton as she stares down at the collapsed pile of snow by her feet.

"Peyton…" Alex warns, narrowing his eyes on her, he didn't have a leg to stand on. She definitely learnt that from him but he really tried to discourage her from saying it since the whole end of year play disaster.

Peyton growls shoving Robin down into the snow, for a four-year-old she had some serious strength but so did her brother, next thing Alex's knows they were wrestling in the snow, clawing at each other through their gloves.

"Hey hey stop...stop" Alex cries, pulling them both up by their hoods, a scowl on his face as he inserts himself in between them. "Guys we can all go back inside if you can't get along." Alex doesn't shout at the kids often but when he does it means business.

Sighing the guilt sets in almost immediately at he stares down at their faces, logically he knows all parents yell and tell their kids off but every time he does he can't help but feel that step closer to being his father, and no matter what Jo says he can't seem to pull himself out of that funk. "Come here okay...you wanna fight this out there's only one way to do it….snowball fight!" He grins, kneeling down, wrapping his arms around both his babies, laughing as they leap out his grip, their fight completely forgotten as the head to separate sides of the garden.

"What the hell is that?" He whines, as Jo emerges back in the doorway, Alessia attached to her hip although you could barely see her through the fur wrapped around her head that seemed to be bigger than herself.

"It's her snowsuit," Jo answers, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Honestly every time I think you can't possibly traumatise our kids anymore you outdo yourself…"

"I do not..." Jo protests, waving her hand at him dismissively as she plops Alessia down in the snow much to her dismay as her little nose crinkles up, "I'm gonna get a pic for your mom." Jo informs Alex, as she pulls her phone out, smiling brightly at Alessia, hoping the little one will copy her, but all she gets back is the signature Karev grumpy face. "Oh...oh we should also get a picture of them all in the jumpers she sent as well, that will be good."

"She looks ridiculous" Alex growls, lifting Lessy up away from Jo's photoshoot, he bounces her gently, she's still a little sleepy from her nap as she lays her head against Alex's neck.

"You're a hater" Jo scowls, snapping a photo of the pair, beaming with satisfaction as she leans forwards rubbing the baby's back gently "Daddy is boring...yes he is, he is a grumpy old man," she mumbles, lifting Alessia out of Alex's arms she continues to babble away in baby talk until she feels something hit her in the back. Whirling round to find both Robin and Peyton wide-eyed standing upright, their hands hidden behind their backs. "Hey...I'm holding precious cargo you can't throw snowballs at me."

"Put Lessy down and we can make it a fair fight old lady" Alex challenges, raising his eyebrows at her, as he glances over towards Robin and Peyton, winking at them as he watches them slowly reveal the snowballs they'd been hiding behind their backs.

"Oh no, you did just not call me an old lady?... That's it" Jo snaps, still gobsmacked he had the audacity to bring her age up. Narrowing her eyes on Alex, she decides this means war as she settles Alessia down in the sandpit, making sure she's safe. "Here baby you're gonna sit here in this snowy sandpit and mommy is gonna go destroy daddy okay?"

Turning around she finds Alex is already prepared, snowball in hand, practically jumping in anticipation as he waits for Jo to move away from Alessia. "You ready?"

"Oh it is on Karev"

"Robin" Alex calls, gesturing for his son to join him as he heads towards the treehouse at the end of the garden.

"Peyton" Jo cries, grabbing her daughter's hand as they move further away from the boys.

"It's a fight to the death!" Robin calls, poking his tongue out at the girls as he climbs the ladder up to the treehouse.

Alex smiles awkwardly, the enthusiasm was appreciated if not a little intense. "No, no it's a fight until the girls' surrender."

"Which will be never, will it P?" Jo snorts, one hand her hip as she throws a snowball up in the air.

"Yeah losers"

"Prepare to die"

"Robin…" Alex grimaces, shaking his head at his son as he continues to pile up snowballs behind the tree and pass them up to him.

"Prepare to feel ice in your pants!" The young boy screeches, throwing a warning shot down near the garden table which the girls were now using as a shield.

Alex laughs, as he climbs the ladder to join him. "Yeah prepare to feel ice in your pants."

And like that they're off, the war was on as snowballs went pelting across the garden, laughter from both sides could be heard from the end of the street.

Alex watches Jo as he rounds another snowball in his hands, she crouches down using the table as a shield while she gathers more snow for herself. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Peyton charging at Robin, it happens in slow motion, she slips suddenly, her little legs flying as she lands on her back with a thump.

Alex is over in a flash, dad mode taking over as he hovers above her, searching for any sign of injury as his little girl's face screws up, hot tears springing from her eyes.

"Daddy" she whimpers, her little hands reaching out for him.

"P...P baby are you okay?"

Umph. Alex feels a heavyweight against his back as Jo wraps her arms around him tackling him to the ground. He'd been played. He can hear Peyton laughing as she cheers her mom on from the side. Alex growls as he rolls them over so he's got the upper hand, yelping when he feels Jo's hand slip below the waistband of his joggers, the cold snowball she had in her hand seeping through his boxers making him hiss.

"That'll cause some shrinkage," Jo smirks, raising her eyebrows at him as she rolls him back over so she's straddling him.

"Pfft, you wanna see?" Alex snorts, grabbing hold of her hand that's still placed dangerously close to his so-called shrinkage.

"We have children present" Jo mumbles, looking up as she high fives Peyton.

Groaning Alex sits up with Jo still seated in his lap, she just about hears him mumble that's she a tease before Robin wraps his arms around Alex from behind, both hands filled with snow hitting Jo squarely in the face, both boys laughing as she splutters in surprise.

Leaning over Alex grins kissing her lips, the powdery snow melting from their heat as he feels Robin's hands smack against his cheeks.

"That is disgusting" He cries, his little gloved hand slipping in between Alex and Jo.

"You're gonna wanna kiss girls one day Robin," Alex warns, flipping Robin over his shoulder gently.

"Or boys" Jo chimes in, as Alex settles Robin in between them reaching out to ruffle her son's hair.

"Or boys" Alex agrees.

"No I don't wanna kiss anyone ever" Robin pouts, wriggling out of Alex's grip, he was six going sixteen and he hated nothing more than being his parents baby boy.

"Me either!" Peyton chimes in, plopping herself down on Jo's lap, her arms wrapping around Jo's waist as Robin begins to bury them both with snow, still determined to win the war they'd started.

Grinning Alex rises from the grass, wiping the snow off him as he turns his attention to his littlest baby who had been happily watching from the safety of the currently snowy sandpit, squealing in delight when Alex heads towards her, she's a definite daddy's girl. "That's good cause you aren't allowed and neither are you baby girl" He coos, lifting her up into his arms, pulling down the ridiculous hood Jo had put her in.

"I'm not gonna kiss any boys, or get married" Peyton informs them, her little face scrunched up with disgust at the thought as Robin continues to pat snow over her and Jo's legs.

"That's right" Alex nodded, squatting down to show Alessia the snow, she had just turned one and pretty much hated anything that wasn't her daddy's arms.

"I won't do anything at all...I won't even get a job."

"Well, I'm glad to see that backfired…" Jo chuckles as Peyton kicks her legs out crashing through the snow chasing after Robin who was heading back towards the treehouse.

"That's not what I said P I just said no boys," Alex calls after her, his eyes widening as he looks at Jo, he just wanted no boyfriends he didn't want degenerates.

Rolling her eyes, Jo laughs as she reaches for Alex to help pull her up. "Hey, you guys wanna build a snowman before it gets too dark?"

"Can we build one as big as dad?"

"No… but we can build one bigger!"

It's a while later when Alex finds himself squished into his and Jo's bed, Alessia starfished out at the end of the bed, her soft snores echoing around as the ending credits of Toy Story play on the screen, Peyton and Robin pressed into his and Jo's side both exhausted from the days' activities.

Life is pretty hectic for them, they don't get many days where it's just the five (six if you're counting Maverick) of them uninterrupted, but when they do Alex is always struck by how lucky he is to have found Jo, to have created this family with her. They were far from perfect and maybe their kids did pee in the snow, and have potty mouths and maybe their dog was a homicidal maniac but they were happier then Alex could have ever imagined he would be.

"Oh no…" Jo whispers, a lazy smile stretching across her lips as she looks over at him.

"What?"

"I know that look."

"You do?"

"Mhmm, you're gonna say something soppy like I love you." She nods, her sleepy eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled further into his neck.

"I do love you," Alex grins, pressing a light kiss to her forehead, untangling his arm from underneath Peyton slowly as to not wake her, so he could slip his hands under Jo's top, skimming across her hips, making her squirm.

"Your hands are cold" Jo moans, her face scrunching up as she protests but she's trapped between him and Robin.

"I know, that's why I'm warming them up," Alex smirks, his hands sneaking dangerously close to her bra. He's teasing, she knows but his teasing is the reason they now have three kids taking up space in the bed.

"I love you too by the way" she grumbles, nudging his head back with her nose so she can see his face, her lips finding his instantly. "Even if you are an old man and I'm a young spring chicken" she mumbles against his lip, making Alex snort as she presses a row kisses along his jawline, he wasn't the only one that could tease.

"Stop kissing, it's gross" Robin grumbles, still half asleep as he rolls over Jo, squishing himself in between his parents.

"You're gross" Alex mimics, as they both lean down pressing kisses all over the boy's face as he groans in protest, it's a second later when P is up, climbing onto Alex's chest, careful to mind the baby as she wraps her arms around Alex smacking her lips against his cheek.

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This one-shot is dedicated to Nat (HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL)

It was really hard to write just fluff, so I won't do that again anytime soon.

But also this is part of my What Could’ve Been universe, so the kids are diffrent to the ones I usually write on here.

Thanks for reading.

(the snowsuit)

#jolex #alex karev #jo karev #jo wilson #greys anatomy #greys abc #greys #greysanatony #justin chambers #camilla luddington #jolex fanfiction #jolex fic #jolex fanfic

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mountain-ash-and-rusted-iron · 4 years

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this is an oc masterpost of all my haf-formed ocs languishing on pinterest with their messy aesthetics and unedited blurbs, in roughly chronological order of their creation, plus sorted by fandom. this post is only asoiaf, harry potter, hunger games, and riverdale, cos i have tooooooo many original characters otherwise and the post was getting incredibly long. (note that i love my ocs but these one’s are not polished or even the final versions of their characters, i just wanted to post them lol)

under a read more, if you’re on mobile start scrolling i guess, sorry,,,

Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire:

Laeya Targeryen: (child of Rhaella and Aerys Targaryen, born 280 AC - three years older than Danaerys)

Fearful of her impending marriage, Laeya is eleven when she takes her younger sister and flees across the sea to Dorne, hiding herself and Dany with dyed hair and badly controlled magic. As Leia and Dani Sand they learn to live normally. At 15 Leia joins the Royal Guard and secures Dany work as a tailor's apprentice. When she is 17, an assassin tries to kill her in front of the Dornish court and everything changes...

- so laeya straight up has magic, which im considering an extension of the dragon thing dany has - she can control flame and for the disguise uses her ‘inner fire’ to make her eyes white-blue like super hot flames, cos the purple eyes are super distinctive. and then she’s discovered and suddenly politics are happening. honestly she’s entirely a way for me to remove the child marriage bits of the targaryen storyline (stop marrying off your twelve-year-old baby sister viserys u asshole) - in terms of meta/basics, laeya doesn’t have a fc cos most of my early ocs don’t, and bcs i picture her as emilia clarke with faked dark hair and blue eyes lol

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Kyrra Snow: (child of Robert Baratheon and Maery Snow, birthdate ???)

Kyrra Snow is the eldest natural-born child of Robert Baratheon, current King of Westeros, and daughter of Maery Snow, a Southron (but Northern-born) merchant woman. After her mother realises Kyrra was growing up a little too much like her father in looks and needed to leave the far South before she caught the wrong sort of attention, Kyrra was sent off to travel with her aunt and cousins. She is 17 and heading further north, to Winter Town, when Jon Arryn dies.

- kyrra’s another child of everyone’s favourite asshole king, and she’s got a lot of people after her head, but she just wants to travel and continue her work as a simple peddler. (riiip poor girl) honestly she’s not that developed but yolo -

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Brynn Stark: (child of Catelyn and Eddard Stark, Robb’s twin sister)

Brynn believes in honour and family, and she is loyal to Winterfell and the North above all else. Likes - archery, embroidery and weaving. Betrothed to [some young Northern lord] to keep the bonds between the Norther families strong.

-i basically made brynn as a contrast to sansa’s pro-southnness and excessive femininity and arya’s anger and desire for swords (relatable mood tho lmao). so brynn is here to mediate, extoll the virtues of both needlework and weapons, make a decent marriage to someone she likes, if not loves, and hold down the fort in the North while shit gets increasingly messier in the South. and a possible faceclaim is Àstrid Bergès-Frisbey -

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Rosienne Lannister: (child of Joanna and Tywin Lannister, born 273 AC)

Rose is looked at by the realm with dismissal, a consolation prize for her father, a spare daughter only useful for matchmaking, but at least able-bodied and pretty, unlike her brother. After a long betrothal, Rose is married to Willas Tyrell at the age of eighteen, cementing her role as the next Lady of High Garden...

- Rosie/Rose is a bonus Lannister, bcs why not. likes cyvasse and the harp, soft and kind and maternal, powerful in her own way. originally she was from a minor divergence where joanna survives tyrion’s birth and goes on to have another kid, but not sure if i’ll keep that aspect, so for now she’s tyrion’s twin -

and her aes (yes that quote is cropped, no i don’t care rn):

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honourable mentions to my other got underdeveloped got/asoiaf ocs who need more effort before i post properly about them:

Tamlen Storm, a rookery apprentice (working for the Maester of House Tully, managing the ravens) who may or may not be a reincarnated si-oc trying to save westeros,

and an unnamed northern huntress who stumbled into the plot somehow and wants her normal life back (entirely inspired by Keira Knightley as Gwyn in Princess of Thieves, when she’s doing archery stuff and looking v butch).

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Harry Potter:

Taurus ‘Ara’ Lestrange: (child of Bellatrix and Roldolphous Lestrange, born 1978)

Raised by the Goblins after a legal mix-up following her parents' imprisonment in Azkaban, Taurus is good with a sword and aiming to be the next Minister of Magic. She attends Hogwarts with the other magical kids her age, under the fake identity Ara Burke, unknown cousin of a minor half-blood family. When the Potter brat’s drama starts destroying her change at an education just as her fourth year, her OWL prep year, begins, Ara intervenes.

- im tangentially aware that as bellatrix’s kid she’s almost occupying the place of whats-her-name from the cursed child, but considering that i know nothing about the cursed child and don’t care about it anyway, i have elected to ignore this. her actual parent might turn out to be some smitten half-blood from a minor branch of the Greengrass family, or it might actually be Rodolphous, who knows. slightly inspired by the fic ‘Harry Crow’ (by robst on ff.net) where harry is raised by the goblins -

messy aes:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valerian Potter: (child of Lily and James Potter, born 1980)

After the Potter twins’ parents are murdered by Voldemort, they’re dumped on the doorstep of Number 4, Privet Drive. Dealing with two traumatised magical orphans, Petunia and Vernon Dursley turn to violence and neglect to stay in control, acting far more harshly than expected. With the arrival of two Hogwarts letters, life gets complicated incredibly quickly. (Self-sufficient and scarred from abuse, Val and Harry are immediately Sorted into Slytherin).

- val’s fic is basically an angst fest, okay,,, -

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and shout-outs to: holly addison potter, a half-baked reincarnation si-oc (i love that concept a lot, can u tell) and my fav girl thea dursley, who already has her own fic and so isn’t getting a proper spot in this post

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The Hunger Games:

Asher: (District Two, age 18)

[rip no blurb for asher]

-asher is a career from two, who wins the 70th games. mostly im focusing on her recovery and how the games function in two, with training volunteers and mentoring and collecting sponsors, plus eventually the rebellion. lots of the D2 headcanon i have is inspired by @/lorata but i defintely made a distinct effort to have my own stuff, cos where’s the fun in plagiarism -

aes for Asher’s Games:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rowan Everdeen: (District Twelve, age 19)

Rowan will do anything to protect her family. This extends to going to Head Peacekeeper Cray on a cold winters night, charging the most she can get for her virginity. It extends to Reaping Day, when she steps out in front of the crowd and says “I volunteer as tribute” in the steadiest voice she can muster. It extends to clawing her way out of the Arena, bloody and exhausted, with blades in her hands and violence kept tucked behind her teeth. It extends further, to a simple ‘Yes, President Snow’ when he coldly, carefully implies her family might meet with an accident if she doesn’t play the good little Victor (and fuck the people who pay the Capitol for her company). It extends to joining the Rebellion, to looking President Coin directly in the eye and agreeing to be a Mockingjay, a symbol for the people to rally around.

- another everdeen kiddo! as the big sister, rowan volunteers for prim, and goes through the Games - she’s a healer and a hunter, and a decent enough actor that she can manage interviews and a camera presence, unlike katniss. rowan also pairs well with a minor au i have, where the reapings are spaced out over a week and official training is a longer, giving the capitol a nice, long buildup to get excited and place bets, etc., and giving the poor, underfed tributes from the outer districts a better chance, which makes for more interesting television and better Games -

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Adrasteia Crane: (The Capitol, age 28) Unlike her big brother, Adrasteia doesn’t want to be a Gamemaker. Instead, she wants to create clothes, artwork, to enrapture the Capitol. She wants to be a Games stylist. After years of design school, of working her way up the ranks, first a PA’s assistant, and then fetching and carrying for Twelve’s prep team, and then eventually on a prep team for the dull tributes from Six, Adrasteia Crane finally has what she wants - the position of stylist for District Three’s male tribute in 74th Hunger Games.

- tbh adrasteia is only seneca crane’s sister because i couldn’t think of a suitable last name for her lmao. i think i’d actually prefer her to be unattached to any major canon players. however, his death is a good motivation for her to join the rebellion, so we’ll see. she’s got a bit of the capitol fashion thing going too, with soft pink hair and diamond-effect skin on her face and shoulders -

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also bonus hunger games content: another oc, Sarsaparilla Verran, from District Eleven, fifteen and alone when she goes into the Games. An orphan, her siblings lost to the Community Home system years ago, her relatives dead or uncaring. So, Rilla is a wee lonely bab tbh. she did not want this, unlike most of my other hg ocs, and she’s not excited for weeks of murder. she just wants her family back, but since that isn’t possible, she’ll build a new family instead. and uuhhhhh, spoiler alert, she dies before she can have this ://///

and my hunger games aus - a canon divergence where katniss joins the careers instead of peeta, her desire to go home to her family outweighing her reactive hate for the concept of training/volunteering to kill other teens, and a fem!Haymitch au where she’s a little wiser to the dark side of the capitol before she commits acts of rebellion (she still rebels anyway tho, just smarter).

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Riverdale:

Cat Cooper: (middle child of Alice and Hal Cooper) Cat Cooper (17) is the black sheep of the Cooper family. Her piercings, brightly dyed hair and connections to the Southside Serpents make her the odd one out among her sisters and constantly at odds with Alice Cooper. Cat’s life is occupied with her Serpent friends, work at a local coffee shop, and training - martial arts, supplemented with cross country, gymnastics and swimming. Until her older sister is shipped off to places unknown and her baby sister starts getting caught up in murder investigation with the absent Serpent heir...

- haven’t decided between Catelyn or Catherine for Cat’s full name lmao. she used to be Kit, actually, but I changed it cos i prefer Kit to solely be my divergent oc (kit serafim). Cat is an ADHD disaster who loves her sisters and her friends and wants to get the hell out of Riverdale on a sports scholarship (she does either boxing or karate mainly, need to figure that bit out) -

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Georgie Andrews: (child of Mary and Fred Andrews)

Georgie likes soft drinks, cheerleading, and hanging out with the Blossom twins and Polly Cooper, their closest friends and a welcome distraction from their own problems. After Polly and Jason vanish, Georgie’s support system is almost gone, and they has to deal with everything they’ve been bottling up, just in time for Fred Andrews to get shot.

- also just angst ngl. so georgie’s gender is basically ???, they enjoy cheerleading and not much else. they spend half their time dealing with depression, by trying to ignore stressful/hard topics and focus on the good side of everything. this isn’t a great long-term coping mechanism and has the fun side effect of pissing of the people around him when she seems unable to be serious or empathetic to someone else's pain (bcs she’s too busy deflecting for the sake of her own fragile mental health), so it gets fun when fred is shot and archie starts getting in too deep with the lodges -

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Sera Thornstone: (parents ???) Southside Serpent. Going to the Riverdale Community College and running errands for FP Jones. And secretly meeting up with her Ghoulie lover down by the Sweetwater where nobody goes.

- everything about sera is vague and undecided lmao. but she has a ghoulie gf/bf/nbf? and they’re hiding that they were down by the river on the 4th of july, cos a serpent is an immediate suspect. going to community college to work on getting general credits before saving up for fancy school for law or journalism. the aes isn’t entirely accurate cos sera’s built from the remains of another serpent oc who i scrapped (she does have a baseball bat tho) -

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and honourable mentions to jen johnson and octavia blossom-murphy, my other riverdale ocs who actually have content, plus an in-development unnamed oc who gets adopted from the soqm by the Muggs family and growsup with Ethel. and my riverdale role reversal au, which i will never write but have some nice aesthetics for under the tag wip: bughead role reversal au.

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all my mini-aesthetics here are unsourced images/from pinterest. any similarities to other people or characters, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

alrighty that’s it. now i have to tag this behemoth argh

#ocapp #ashandrustediron ocs #ashandrustediron edits #i say edits #i mean neatly cropped screenshots #lmao #fandom: harry potter #fandom: the hunger games #fandom: a song of ice and fire #fandom: game of thrones #fandom: riverdale #ashandrustrediron writes #time to tag the ocs who will actually get content later #oc: rosienne lannister #oc: tamlen storm #tam actually has a fic outline unlike most of these other westerosi ocs lol #oc: ara lestrange #oc: asher #no last name bcs volunteers from two don't have last names #they belong to the capitol and their district #<- fun fact about that fic i guess #oc: rowan everdeen #oc: adrasteia crane #none of the riverdale ocs will get a tag bcs i already have riverdale oc fic im working on #long post #long post cw #oh and some warnings for the stuff brushed upon in the blurbs i guess #gender dysphoria #violence #child marriage

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joeandtaylorfanfiction · 5 years

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walking into sunday dinner (submission)

hey all, so this is just pure shitty lowercase letter fluff for you to enjoy! sorry it’s a bit choppy, i don’t know but i liked the idea of having the time frame. lemme know if that’s something you like or not. thx walking into sunday dinner friday afternoon “she’s doing it, she’s doing it” joe flapped excitedly pointing the camera at the 16 month old. “say ‘look mummy i’m walking!’” the little girl grinned as she toddled and collapsed into her father’s arms. joe held her tightly and placed a hard kiss on the top of her head. he quickly hit send on the video to taylor and stood little ivie back on her two feet. “can you do it again? mummy’s going to be so jealous she’s missing this” he had tried to call her twice but it was the middle of the night in the states and he didn’t expect her to answer anyway. “mumma” ivie babbled, her blue eyes staring directly into joe’s.

“that’s right, mumma will be back in two days!” taylor had to go to la for some work, she was finalising some things with regards to a record label she was starting. once they had ivie, their main home was london, it was great as it meant joe’s parents could come and help out when they needed it. joe was also very happy about the fact his daughter had developed an english accent, and it was something that taylor thought was the cutest thing ever. the only issue they found living in london was joe’s working schedule, he would quite often be away filming but he made it a priority to only take roles when taylor and ivie could come along too. with only one of them working at a time it meant they could always be together. however with something like the current situation and taylor only being away for five days, it was just easier for joe to stay home. it was purely a business trip and she would be home on sunday. they had dinner with joe’s family every sunday, and he thought it was very sweet she scheduled her trip around it. she landed at 2:30pm so would meet them at his mum and dad’s house. the phone rang suddenly and startled him slightly. he knew it was taylor, he knew as soon as she saw the video, asleep or not, she would call. they had been betting for weeks with each other when ivie would actually start fully walking. she’d been pulling herself up on chairs and various other pieces of furniture for weeks but hadn’t quite mastered the walking part. “i can’t believe she’s walking and i’m not there, this is so unfair” she whined. her hair was messily spread across her face, bangs in all different directions. she was fresh faced with no makeup and clearly had been sleeping. “hello to you too” joe laughed looking at her pouting face on his phone screen. “why do i always miss everything, you got the first words, ‘dada’, the first laugh and now the first steps!” “i think it means you work too much” “ugh” she groaned her face hitting the pillow beside her. “ivie look who it is, it’s mummy!” the little girl looked up with some confusion before joe handed her the phone. “hiiiiii” ivie looked down at the screen, camera pointed straight at her forehead. taylor laughed a little at her innocence, she loved her being this age. “hey baby girl, you are not allowed to walk anymore until i am home!” “walk?” ivie questioned. “no walking” taylor grinned. “no walk” the little girl repeated. “that’s right, no walk” taylor and joe talked for a little while longer before she decided it was time for her to go back to sleep. if she didn’t, she worried she would be late for her morning meeting or worse, tired through the whole of it. saturday morning joe and ivie spent the morning in bed together reading some books and playing with her pink stuffed animal bunny. it had been given to her by one of taylor and joe’s friends when she was born and she was never seen without it. once ivie had become bored of lying in bed, joe decided it’d be a good idea to take her to the park. it was a beautiful summers day, they’d actually been having a rather hot summer in london making it nice to spend some time outside. he dressed himself quickly and then moved on to tackling ivie’s head of thick curls. he opted for pigtails after taylor taught him how to do it just last week. “now lets get dressed, what do you want to wear today?” joe dug through ivie’s wardrobe which happened to be ridiculously huge for a child. taylor bought every cute item she saw and it showed, she didn’t shop for herself anymore, it was all for ivie. whilst joe was looking for clothes, ivie had decided she wanted to wear her rapunzel dress and wasn’t budging on the decision. “stubbornness is one of your mother’s personality traits, lucky me you have it too” joe decided the rapunzel dress was going to do and it really didn’t matter what she wore, she was a child after all. he also made the executive decision not to bring the stroller, ivie could kind of walk now and he would carry her anyway. “lets take a picture to send to mummy so she can see your beautiful dress and pigtails!” the little girl smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side and holding her hands on her dress. joe: dress by ivie and pigtails by daddy taylor: the student becomes the master, great job daddy joe: thank you, i do try my best to please you taylor: why are you like this? joe: like what? taylor: you know what i’m talking about! anyway, goodnight mr joseph, have a good day, give our little cherub a kiss for me and save one for yourself too! joe: love you, sleep well my darling “right ivie, lets go!” joe picked up the little girl and placed her already giggling on his shoulders. this was her prime spot, she loved sitting so tall. he shut the front door behind him and made sure their gate was closed before making the short walk to the tube station. joe thought he’d take ivie to the bigger park today, it was a little further away but now she was walking more, she could have more fun! as much as he loved going out with taylor, it was nice sometimes to just be able to take the tube with his daughter and just be normal. of course he loved taylor more than anything and was very happy to be with her even with the minor complications. “are you ready to go on the train?” joe looked down at ivie who had moved down to his arms instead of his shoulders. “train” she repeated as he held her close quickly running down the stairs to catch the train already sat in the station. “yay!” ivie clapped as joe jumped on just as the doors closed. he sat them down in a spare chair next to an older woman ivie immediately took a liking to. “what a pretty dress! are you being a princess today?” the woman probably in her 70’s asked. “say ‘yes i’m being rapunzel!’” joe replied for her as ivie continued to study the woman’s face. “oh rapunzel! well you certainly have beautiful hair like her. my granddaughter used to love that story too when she was little” “pig tails” ivie blurted out pointing at her hair. “oh yes little pig tails, did daddy do those for you?” the woman questioned. “well good job daddy” she looked at joe and smiled. saturday evening JOE ALWYN TAKES HIS AND TAYLOR SWIFT’S DAUGHTER TO THE PARK IN NORTH LONDON Actor Joe Alwyn was spotted in a North London park on Saturday afternoon with his one year old daughter. It’s the first time the little girl whom he shares with singer Taylor Swift has been seen. The little girl whose name is still unknown was wearing a Rapunzel dress along with pigtails and carrying a small pink bunny. Alwyn kept it casual with a plain white t-shirt and some blue shorts. The pair played in the park for about an hour before getting a quick ice cream for on the way home. An onlooker tells us: “They were very lowkey and didn’t seem to draw too much attention. The little girl played with some other kids too but was a little shy and seemed to prefer playing with Joe. He was very hands on, you could tell he adores her.” Alwyn and Swift have been living in London for many years now, Alwyn having lived here all his life and Taylor switching out her Nashville roots for somewhere closer to his family. Swift was spotted earlier this week arriving solo into LAX from London on her private jet. taylor: i have just been informed by tree that you and ivie are front page news on the mail online taylor: believe me i’m not happy about these photos but you guys look so cute. i miss you both so much joe: i’m sorry, didn’t think we’d be recognised let alone papped taylor: well i suppose 16 months is a pretty good run without having been seen joe: i just hate that her face is out there now. i can’t even take her to the park. taylor: lets look at it this way, she wasn’t harmed by it or traumatised, they had a long lense and they weren’t near her. we obviously just need to be more careful next time, maybe just stick to the park by us. joe: it’s not right that we have to stop doing things because of a bunch of low lifes who should get a real job instead of taking photos of children taylor: joe we knew this would happen, i know it shouldn’t but it does joe didn’t reply, he was angry and annoyed. he hated the fact that because of him and taylor their children would never have ‘normal’ lives. they would never be able to do the things he did and make the mistakes he made without being front page news. he looked down at ivie sleeping in his lap. she was so innocent, had no idea of anything. she lived in her own little perfect bubble and he couldn’t stand the thought of that being broken. he was worried about the day when ivie realises her parents are ‘different’, he wondered when it would be. his thoughts were interrupted by another text from taylor. i love you sunday afternoon taylor: i’m outside babe joe: coming my love “ivie, where’s mummy? quick go find her!” joe lifted the excited little girl out of her high-chair and placed her to the floor. she toddled her way through the kitchen and living room to the front door. joe followed excitedly, he couldn’t wait to see taylor’s reaction. he opened the door and ivie ran as fast as her newly walking legs could take her down the driveway and straight into taylor’s arms. “my sweet baby! you’re a walker now, i can’t believe it!” she mumbled holding ivie tightly. her eyes slightly brimming with tears, not accepting the fact their little girl was growing so quickly. she stood up whilst holding ivie on her hip and reached up to joe for a quick kiss. “five days away is still too long, you missed so much!” he kissed her again. “i know, i’m never leaving again, ever, ever” they laughed. “good, i don’t want you to” he wrapped his arms around both of his girls. the three of them stood like that in the driveway for a little while until they were interrupted by elizabeth standing at the door. she looked on with a smile before mentioning that dinner was getting cold and they should come in. they agreed and walked through the house back to the full dinner table. “i can’t believe how much she looks like you taylor, every time i see you two together you’re like twins!” richard pointed between the two of them. “right! none of our genes are in that baby, even personality wise, all taylor. they even sleep in the same awkward positions” joe looked at taylor and she rolled her eyes. “well strengthen those genes and better luck next time bro” taylor playfully hit him in the chest. after the family finished dinner taylor and joe offered to do the dishes and tidy up as elizabeth had done all the preparation beforehand. taylor sat on the counter next to the sink holding a dish cloth. she was the dryer and joe the cleaner. the pair sung and joe danced along to the radio with taylor watching on with a giggle. he dramatically sung into every glass, spatula and wooden spoon before helping taylor dry them. “that was my impression of you” he poked his tongue out at her. “oh lord if that’s what i look like i need a new choreographer” she laughed as joe placed the final glass down on the counter top and held her face in his hands. “i missed you” he continued holding her face as he pulled her in for a hard kiss which then happened to turn into a mild make out session. “oh my god my eyes” patrick walked in and immediately covered his face with his hands. “i make my lunch on that counter top can you not make a baby on it thanks” he continued with a sarcastic smile before leaving the room again. sunday evening “can’t wait for date night, it’s been so long” taylor smiled up at him. after dinner and a few glasses of wine elizabeth and richard offered to have ivie for the whole of the next weekend so taylor and joe could have some alone time. “you know the only reason they offer to take her is so we can make more” “i can’t believe she’s walking now, and i missed it, what the actual fuck” they sat intertwined on the living room couch with ivie peacefully sleeping beside them. “i know, our little baby, i think we do need another one” joe said brushing ivie’s hair from her face gently not to wake her. “i think so too” it was barely a whisper. “really?” he looked down at her blue eyes staring up at him. “yeah” she nodded and closed her eyes snuggling closer into him. “i think we need another three” “don’t push it mr alwyn”

#ok this was so cute #Taylor and Joe fanfiction #Taylor swift + Joe alwyn #Taylor Swift fanfiction #Tay and Joe fanfic #baby #parents #the alwyns #being away #work trip #fluff #submission

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Separation of migrant families: How the crisis unfolded

Image caption The children separated included babies that could not speak properly The Trump administration faces a deadline on Thursday to reunite more than 2,000 migrant children who have been separated from their parents at the US border with Mexico. Bringing the distraught families together has proved chaotic. The journey from Guatemala through the Mexico desert had been "Bien, Gracias a Dios" (all fine, thanks to God), and in May Lilian Martinez Lopes finally crossed into the United States carrying her only son, Wanner, aged five.The 24-year-old, who had planned to seek asylum here, did not speak a word of English and hoped Google Translate would help in her new life. Her husband had come four years earlier, also undocumented, and they planned to reunite in Houston, where he now lived.Then the immigration agents came to her. "They told me, 'We'll take your son to a shelter.'" She was surprised. Nobody had told her that migrant families caught crossing illegally were being separated, part of a "zero-tolerance" policy of the Trump administration. She had little time to say goodbye to her boy. She recalls that Wanner pleaded to her: "Don't let them take me." Ms Martinez cried. "What could I do?" she says she thought, as she watched her son go. Image caption Many of the children separated could not mention the countries they came from or explain their cases "I didn't know we'd be separated," she said. "If I knew it I wouldn't have come." The cases were often traumatic. Shouting officers caught people by surprise and took scared children from their parents in the middle of the night, activists said. One mother in Texas said agents had told her the migrants were criminals and the children would be given up for adoption.Adding to the chaos was the fact that adults and youths had to go through two separate immigration systems. In theory, they received the same identification number, known as A-file, which would make it easier for them to be located. That, however, was not the case for everyone. Some families had different numbers; others no number at all.

Media playback is unsupported on your device Media captionTrump supporters talk family separations and border securityMs Martinez was taken to Arizona's Eloy Detention Center, operated by Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), part of the Department of Homeland Security. Her son, now classified as an unaccompanied minor, was in the care of the Office of Refugee Resettlement, a division of Health and Human Services, and had been sent to one of the many shelters across the country.She just did not know where.To help the migrants navigate the mess, non-profit groups and volunteers played detective. With no official protocols in place, they tried, first, to guess the A-file of the parent based on the number of the child. If this failed, they looked at where they crossed the border to call detention facilities. "It hard to describe the level of uncertainty and fear," said Megan McKenna, senior director of communications at Kids in Need of Defense (Kind).It felt a bit like a cat-and-mouse game, they say.

Media playback is unsupported on your device Media captionThe BBC has captured the first drone footage of the "tent city" in Tornillo, Texas "I prayed to God to help me. I had to be strong because of my son," Ms Martinez said about her time in custody. Despite the network of support the mothers had built - "They told me, 'Don't get depressed, your son needs you.'" - the uncertainty was driving some of them desperate. People had given up on their asylum requests and agreed with voluntary deportations, believing this would speed up the reunifications, despite no proof of that, according to advocacy groups. They said some were pressured to sign papers they could not read or were not being told of all their rights.Ms Martinez, however, felt lucky in a way as she had been able to call her boy a few times. People at her prison and elsewhere waited for weeks to hear from their children. " told me 'Mami, I love you.' He said he was behaving well and that he cried for me every night." Ms Martinez says she told him not to, but he said he would anyway, that he missed her. "When I talked to him, I kept myself under control. But later I'd collapse crying... You can only imagine what went through my mind to hear these words."Yet she still did not know where he was. All she had was a picture of him with a number annotated by pen on its back and something else that she could not understand. "I told that I needed to call my husband," her main bet to locate their son. "I begged to them. But they said, 'No, you have to wait.'"

Media playback is unsupported on your device Media captionMother in Texas: 'It's been 50 days since I heard of my son' At the heart of the policy, which the Trump administration maintains was necessary to deter illegal immigration, was a decision to prosecute all adults with irregular entry in the country. (Despite the criticism towards the separations, the president's crackdown on illegal immigration enjoys strong support, especially among conservatives.)Given the mammoth task, cases were being heard in groups in courtrooms at the border.One morning in McAllen, Texas, in June a judge welcomed at once about a dozen men, aged between 20 and 50. One tried to ask him in broken English where his children were, in vain. The shelters for the minors included caged areas separated by chain-link fencing, warehouses and desert tents in places where temperatures regularly reach 40C (105F). Reports later emerged of some being forced to clean bathrooms as part of the rules.Another man cried to the judge saying he did not care if he got deported as long as he had his son back. Pleas like this had become so common that those who witnessed it were apparently left untouched.