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Moments caught between Harry and Y/n on camera at the Brits
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just something fun because harry at the brits was a mess but we love him for it!
Young Dad! Harry Styles x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist
The red carpet is loud and raucous, bright lights flashing as people shout for the attention of celebrities. One couple in particular is the center of attention the second they step on the carpet.
Harry Styles and a woman walk arm-in-arm, a broad grin on his face and a shy smile on hers. Harry seems to be whispering something in the woman's ear, his nose pressed against the crown of her head. It makes her visibly relax, her grin widening and becoming more authentic as they take a couple more steps.
The woman is the recently revealed Y/n Styles, Harry Styles' long-time partner that he'd somehow kept from the rest of the world for over a decade. But she was here tonight, just as she had been at the Grammys a couple weeks ago, and the cameras now track their every move, intrigued by this new-ish couple.
"Harry! Harry! Harry, over here!"
"Y/n!"
"Harry, did you really marry Y/n when you were in One Direction?"
"Y/n, how does it feel to be with the most famous man in music?"
Y/n, who's hard to miss in a red dress that fits like a glove, shrinks almost imperceptibly against Harry's side. Harry looks down at her, and the husband and wife share a look as if they're having an unspoken conversation.
Then he mutters something to her, and Y/n laughs as Harry kisses her cheek, but not before nudging his nose against it. The shouts double, so used to Harry's stoic approach to being out in the public eye, but both of them move steadily down the carpet, not paying the paparazzi and reporters any mind.
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During their walk down the red carpet, Harry and Y/n come across a barricaded section for fans of the artists in attendance. They all cheer as each celebrity walks by, shouting compliments and proclamations of love for their favorite.
Y/n once again hesitates on Harry's arm, wary eyes darting toward the boisterous fans. At the same time, Harry is called to by a reporter asking for an interview. Checking in with his wife, he departs with a kiss to her forehead, murmuring words the cameras can't quite pick up.
Y/n stands on her own, one arm crossed over her stomach as she tries to stay standing tall. Fans call out to her from the barricade in a way that's difficult to ignore. She waves at them with a small smile, but it's clear they want her to come closer.
With one glance at her husband, who's still speaking with the reporter, and another to a security guard close by, she nods to the latter and they step closer to the barricade, just close enough in proximity that she can actually make out distinct voices and words.
"Y/n we love you!"
"Where did you meet Harry?"
"How long have you been together?"
"Ugh, you are so mother in that dress!"
"What's your skincare routine?"
"What's Harry's?"
The tense set of her shoulders eases a bit, no longer apprehensive of the fans and their potential to be cruel.
"I feel like I met him a lifetime ago," she says. "And I just cleanse, moisturize, and use SPF."
"How come we've never seen you at shows?"
"What's your favorite Harry song?"
"Are you friends with One Direction?"
"Where were you last year when Harry got wasted?"
Y/n chuckles at the last question, her eyes lighting up as her hand covers her mouth. "I've always had a soft spot for 'Ever Since New York.'"
"Taste!" a fan yells, decibels louder above the rest, which garners laughter from everyone.
"Can you make Harry release 'Medicine?'" another asks.
Before Y/n answers, Harry appears by her side, an arm snaking around her waist. "There you are. Got sidetracked by your own interview, did you?"
"They were just asking if I'd help them in their quest for a studio version of 'Medicine.' I'm not sure if I can, though. They don't know how stubborn you are."
A chorus of boos went up at Y/n's answer, but not at her. Harry raised his eyebrows at his wife as if in challenge, but her responding gaze is quite mischievous.
Taking everyone, including Y/n, by surprise, he leans in to kiss her cheek, saying, "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, darling?"
A chorus of aww's ring through the small crowd of fans as Harry places his hand on Y/n's lower back, ushering her away from the barricade. Y/n raises an eyebrow at her husband, who is conveniently not meeting her eye. "Nice save."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You never call me darling."
Harry lets out a snort. "Lies. Lies on the red carpet tonight."
Y/n rolls her eyes but leans in close to her husband, carefully avoiding the fabric flower around his neck. "Mhmm. Let's go, darling."
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An artist is being interviewed inside the O2, and Harry and Y/n are videotaped in the background.
In the very corner, the couple are leaning in close and talking, a drink in each one of their hands. Harry talks animatedly, gesturing with his drink to the point where it nearly spills on Y/n's dress. Y/n doesn't seem to mind and just throws back her head as she laughs. His eyes light up as he watches her, a word that could only be described as love encompassing his face.
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During one of the performances, a camera pans to Harry's table. The house lights are dim, but he's still visible amongst the flashes of color from the stage. Harry sits in his chair, body slumped a little low so he can rest his head on Y/n's shoulder.
Both of their attention is on the performer onstage, not noticing as a few cameras are pointed in their direction as Y/n scratches the back of Harry's neck absentmindedly. He leans into her touch, looking up occasionally to say something to his wife.
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"And the winner is...Harry Styles!"
Cheers erupted throughout the room, the table Harry is at standing up. Harry himself stays seated and curls in on himself, pumping his arms victoriously as he beams. His eyes are a little glassy, his hair unkempt, a sign that the night has progressed with lots of alcohol consumption.
He turns to his sister Gemma first as he stands up, high-fiving her before giving her a hug and fist-bumping someone else. Then he turns to Y/n, who hasn't stopped clapping since his name had been read for the third time from the envelope.
She opens her arms as if to accept a hug, but Harry has other plans. He leans forward and kisses her in a way that's merely pressing his smile against hers until they mold their mouths into a kiss. Then he kisses her cheek repeatedly, making her shoulders bunch as she smiles brightly.
When Harry finally pulls away, Y/n's cheeks are flushed as she tries to wipe at her husband's face with her thumb. With one last kiss, he heads up to the stage to accept his award.
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Another performance, only this time, everyone is on their feet, including Harry and Y/n.
Harry's arms are wrapped around Y/n's shoulders from behind, his chin on her shoulder. Both of them sway from side to side to the rhythm of the song as Harry mouthed the words in Y/n's ear.
Her grin is wide as her eyes stay trained on the performance. Then, she looks back at Harry, who met her gaze as she says something.
Nodding, he kisses her once on the cheek before nodding back to the stage.
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As Kid speaks into the microphone onstage saying his thank yous, Harry is having the time of his life behind his friend as he speaks to Stanley Tucci.
By now it's a little obvious he's had more than a couple drinks. His hair is nothing short of a mess, his dress shirt is a little more unbuttoned than it had been to begin with, and he throws his head back and laughs in a way that is fueled by drunken delight.
Briefly, the camera turns to Harry's wife, who stands beside Gemma. Y/n's hands hold her face as she watches her husband be ushered offstage by the people around him. She giggles a little before leaning over to Gemma and shaking her head. Gemma laughs along with her, covering her mouth as she says something to the woman beside her.
The camera flashes back to Harry, who turns around one last time so he can blow a kiss to the crowd, more specifically, Y/n, who the camera catches covering her face in her hands, cheeks as red as her dress.
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Paparazzi shout at their latest persons of interest as they make the brief walk from the car to the entrance of a club where the after party for the Brits is being held.
Harry's arms are tightly wrapped around Y/n's waist, face set as he ignores the crowd of people shouting for his attention. Y/n, turned slightly inward towards Harry's chest, keeps pace beside him. Most of her body is covered by what can only be her husband's suit jacket, but with the open front, a hint of a sparkly pink dress can be seen, a drastic change from her award show attire.
The only time they separate is when Harry allows Y/n entrance into the club first before following close behind, his hand once again protectively hovering over the small of her back.
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Photos are strictly forbidden inside of the club, so it isn't until the couple emerges from the doors once again that they're spotted.
Neither of them stumble, though paparazzi wouldn't have cared if they were. All eyes are on Harry's disheveled hair, the heels dangling from his fingers, the suit jacket draped over the arm not around his wife. They're on Y/n, whose dress is completely on display, the beading that covers its entirety flashing with every snap of the camera's shutter.
Then the collar of Harry's silk dress shirt shifted, revealing a harsh purple bruise that hadn't been there before. Neither Harry nor Y/n seem to notice, or understand why the cacophony of shouts became louder, they just continue on, Y/n's hand on the nape of her husband's neck idly scratching until he helps her into the car.
Following suit, Harry climbs inside. For a brief moment, Harry sticks his head out the open window of the car and winks and sticks his tongue out at all the photographers. Y/n appears from her side of the car, leaning across her husband to bring the window up. Not an ounce of care in the world, he leans forward to kiss his wife's exposed jaw. With an exasperated expression on her face and a delicate wave of her fingers, the window goes up, and though the windows are tinted, a hand is visible against the glass as the car peeled away from the curb.
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fandoms--fluff · 8 months
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Y/n (Hope's mom) to young hope: Mommy's going to drop kick anyone that touches you
Klaus: And Daddy's going to bail Mommy out of jail
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kassies-take · 2 years
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If You Had To Pick
A/n: Age 5
Yelena: I think I’m their favorite
Peter: but that isn’t fair you’re their aunt and godmother
Yelena: I can’t help it I’m just the best
Kate: I actually think their favorite is me
Wanda: I don’t believe that their favorite would be any of you
Natasha, Bucky, and You: *enters room*
Natasha: *carrying you*
Peter: (Y/n) if mommy and daddy had to go on a mission tonight who would you stay with?
You: is mommy and daddy leaving? *looks at Natasha and Bucky*
Bucky: we’re not doll *kisses you head*
You: uncle Steve
Yelena and Kate: *groans*
Wanda: *giggles*
Peter: okay how about anyone here?
Natasha: *puts you down*
You: Lena! *runs to Yelena*
Yelena: I told you! *snuggles with you*
Bucky and Natasha: *heads to the kitchen to prepare snacks and meals*
Peter: if they weren’t related to you?
You: *grabs crayons and draws* Wanda
Wanda: yeah! *high fives you* We do all sorts of fun stuff like baking, cuddling, and coloring *moves a red crayon to you*
Peter: if you had to pick someone younger
You: Kate Bishop is funny
Yelena: she is isn’t she
Kate: HA
Peter: how how how come you don’t want me to watch you *crosses arms*
You: because Morgan would pick you first
Natasha and Bucky: *comes back with fruits, Turkey Roll Ups, and Carton Juices*
Natasha: Snack time
Yelena: Natasha we’re not babies!
Bucky: *asking you* do you want apple juice, cherry, grape, lemonade, or strawberry
Yelena: strawberry please!
Natasha: *smirks* you were saying?
Yelena: shut up
Kate and Peter: lemonade please!
Wanda: I’m good with my water
You: ummm grape no apple juice please
Bucky: *hands out juice*
Natasha: *puts the snacks down on the coffee table*
Bucky: *picks you up, sits down and puts you in his lap*
Everyone: *eating snacks and talking*
Yelena: *evil smirk* (Y/n)
You: yes
Natasha: whatever you’re doing don’t *glares*
Kate, Peter, and Wanda: but we want to know
Bucky: *siding with the “kids”* they want to know
Natasha: James! Don’t encourage her
Yelena: (Y/n) who do you love more mommy or daddy?
Kate, Peter, and Wanda: oooh
Natasha: *glares at Bucky* you had to encourage her
You: both
Bucky: is that so!
Yelena: imagine a piano is gonna fall on one of them. Which one do you want a piano to fall on
Kate, Peter, Wanda: *laughs*
Bucky: *bounces you on his leg* you gotta pick one
Yelena: you gotta pick one
Natasha: it’s mom or dad
You: Eh... dad
Bucky: *shocked*
Natasha: *laughs*
Yelena, Kate, Peter, Wanda: *dying of laughter*
Bucky: Wha- Why do you want the piano to fall on dad?
Natasha: *takes you into her arms*
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xoxo-mylove · 2 years
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New Beginnings
(Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader, Batmom!reader x Dick Grayson, and Batmom!reader x Jason Todd)
*EDITED*
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Word count: 3,054
Synopsis: The manor feels empty, since Dick left to live on his own. Bruce is angry. (and sad) You are definitely sad. But who knew that a new beginning was waiting for them. More like, stealing from them but who cares!
Warnings: Angst, not a lot though, Fluff, SOOO FLUFFY, and Dick Grayson anger......
(*A/N: I'm not entirely accurate with the ages in this fic but it's fan fiction, soooo and anyway Dick is eight years older than Jason and probably later on I'll make them closer in age but, for now Dick left when he was 18 instead of 19 to live in Bludhaven and Jason left to live with Bruce when he was 10 instead of 11)
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The big fight.
Such a trivial thing that progressed into Dick yelling and Bruce yelling back. You weren't there, when it happened but walking into dinner that night you could feel the tension. “Okay” you say dropping your fork onto your plate and placing your elbows on the table. You could feel Alfred’s disapproval from here. “What is up with you two?” 
They turn their heads to you, in sync of course. Like father like son. Your son. Ever the drama queen answers first, “Nothings wrong mom. right dad?” You roll your eyes and glare at your son. “Richard Grayson. I can feel your sarcasm from here. Now I'll ask again, whats with you too?”
This time you direct the question towards your husband. He looks up at you with his usua blank face but only you can read the hint of sadness and hurt that coats it. Oh yeah, something definitely happened.
 “Dick, here thinks he's and adult.” 
“Well I-”
 “SO much of an adult that he thinks he's ready to go on his own.”
 You're confused. “I'm confused, do you want to move out?” you can't help but have a tint of sadness and shock in your voice, because well your baby is leaving. You should of saw it coming actually, He wasn’t going to stay here forever, I mean at first it started with him leaving at 16 to start a team.
And even that was hard for you and Bruce. The fight that caused that situation is a WHOLE other thing but moving out? You baby boy leaving your home? This was going to take some time to digest. Like you said, you should’ve seen it coming.
He was eventually...... gonna grow up and leave. Oh geez you feel like crying.
 Dick sees your sullen face and hurriedly tries to explain. “NO! I mean…yes! It’s just…well.... I'm eighteen mom. I am an adult.”
Those four words almost sent you into a spiral, so much so the sadness is evident on your face. You didn’t want to make him feel bad about wanting to leave. Oh god no, you wouldn’t and haven’t been that mom EVER to guilt trip their children into doing what they wanted to do.
It’s one of the first things you discussed with Bruce when you both first got Dick. You both never wanted to be those parents. Though it seems like Bruce has a harder time conveying the right emotions, and Dick easily gets riled up. Especially if he’s told he can’t do something he wants to do.
Ugh, like father like son.
 “See, you've upset your mother.” You hear Bruce say, bringing you out of your thoughts.
You quickly look at Dick and see the guilt creeping up all over his face and you start to reassure him that you're not upset about him leaving.
Well of course you're upset about that, but more of the fact that he’s not so little any more. That your baby boy is growing up and leaving you. But a small part that will soon blossom is happy he's finding his own way. But Bruce uses your silence as a way to egg on this already heated argument, he stands up from his chair and points a finger at Dick.
“You shouldn’t leave! You're still a kid. What you think- you think you're gonna be able to live by yourself at this age?! You don’t know a thing about living on your own.” Bruce was literally grasping at straws. Trying to find any reason to try and keep Dick here. Now you were getting angry.
Okay this has gone too far now. You know Bruce is sad that Dick is leaving and though it’s not right way to do it he chooses to express this through anger and inexcusable behavior.
 “Bruce STOP!” You exclaim, almost out of your seat.
“NO MOM it’s obviously how he feels!” you look towards Dick too see he's abandoned his food too, and is standing up from his chair. “You don’t think I can do it! Live on my own. That I'll never be anything more than Robin. Nothing more than your side kick!” 
“That is not what I said!”
“BUT ITS WHAT YOU MEANT!” 
“STOP being ridiculous Dick! I can't believe we are having this discussion right now! especially in front of your mot-” 
“ENOUGH!” their heads snap to you and immediately cower under your gaze.
They're in trouble. They both know it. Raising their voices at each other and throwing cheap shots. But their pride and their ego stop them from admitting their wrongs.
You internally sigh, sometimes it’s too much masculinity in you life.
 “What is the matter with you two, that I can't even mention the tension in the room without you wanting to scream at each other?!” Chest heaving and red in the face from anger. You sit back down, and dig back in to your pasta.
The boys stand there, confused. So confused. They glance at each other for answers, before they remember they are supposed to be mad at each other and look away. 
“uhh. mom?” you look up from your pasta to see Dick looking at you nervously. You soften your face and smile. “Sit down baby.” you turn your head to Bruce “both of you.” They both slowly sit down and dig back into their pasta. 
“Dick, do you want to move out honey?” Honey. Your nickname that’s reserved for him since he was eight years old. That simple word makes all his anger disappear and he raises his head towards you with eyes filled with guilt, like the words he’s about to say is going to make you cry. Probably will.
“I’m ready to leave mom. NOT ready to leave you guys of course, just ready to find myself? As cliche as it sounds. I just want, No... I need to be on my own.” You smile with tears in your eyes and lay your had on his cheek. With watery eyes and a wobbly happy smile. 
“Oh sweetheart, I'm not sad that you want to leave. You leaving doesn't hurt my feelings honey. I’m happy you want to find yourself. Whatever makes you happy hun I'm always going to support you.” You say it with such conviction and truth that dick sags with relief and almost sheds a tear. He smiles his brilliant bright smile back at you. 
“And, your dad I'm sure feels the same way.” You both turn you heads to your husband to see him looking at you both with soft eyes. Bruce sighs before he stands up from his chair. “c’mon chum... lets talk again” he says it so nervous and shy it almost makes you smile, 
Oh your Bruce is just so worried he’s gonna ruin it with Dick. You face back towards your son with a smile and jerk your head towards Bruce. You watch him rise from his seat and follow his dad into the study, both glancing at each other nervously and Dick fiddling his fingers. Oh your boys, you don't know where they would be without you. You hear a cough from the door way to see Alfred looking at you with a raised eye brow and a smile. You just shrug your shoulders and smirk.
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That was two months ago. Bruce and Dick eventually came back from the study their differences reconciled (I will NOT let canon batdad be a man who can't say I love you to his kids shine through in this Bat-mom series! Sorry, not sorry. We only accept good Batdad here!) and we started looking for Dicks new apartment.....in Bludhaven.
 You know when you thought about Dick moving into his own home you thought Gotham. The same city, a few miles away, easy to pop in whenever you missed him but no, it’s a whole different one, but... if that what your baby boy wants that's what he’ll get. 
So you and a very sad Bruce go apartment hunting in Bludhaven. You eventually found an apartment after Bruce saying no to all the other ones and saying they weren't good enough, Dick fell in love with one with an amazing view and Bruce, very slowly admitted he liked it too. That made Dicks smile even bigger.
 Now you, Bruce and Alfred are all alone. No more Dick running to you when he wanted something, no more Dick begging Bruce to fix the railing so he can balance on it again, no more Dick begging Alfred to a make his favorite dinner (Mac and cheese) No more Dick.
 It was sad. You were sad, Bruce was sad, and Alfred was sad. You three were all adjusting to life without Dick in your home every day and night. Sure he called, almost everyday,
”Mom how do I use a can opener?”
 “Do I put the stove on 350 or 360 degrees?”
 “Yeah, yeah I meant oven” but it wasn't the same. 
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One night, After Bruce was finished meeting Gordon, and going over the new riddler case. He finds himself driving back there, where it happened. He doesn't do it often but some nights he can't stop himself.
 You know about his drives to Crime Alley and what it does to him, when he comes home and his usual aura of broodiness increases and the bad memories and thoughts come back, but your always there for him when he's ready to talk, with open arms and soothing words, that's what makes him choose to actually go to Crime Alley. The promise you'll be there for him when he comes home.
Your his home.
 He parks the Bat-mobile and gets off and patrols the area for an hour, scaring off criminals and watching over the innocent people of the neighborhood, if he can even call it that, before he decides he should stop torturing himself and makes his way back into the car.
He’s walking towards the car when he sees it. Little stick like legs sticking up underneath the Bat-mobile. Immediately he’s on alert, someone is trying to mess with the Bat-mobile. It’s upon closer inspection and him slowly walking towards the car when he sees that the person is trying to.....trying to steal the tires! Oh... You’d love this.
 He's ready to yell at the person trying to steal from him when he hears a small gasp. He looks towards the tire to see the skinniest boy he’s ever seen with a tire iron in his hand and grime all over his face looking up at him with fear in his eyes. It’s at this moment he wishes he chose to wear a less intimidating costume, because the fear and worry in the little boys eyes make this heart twist. “what are you doing?” He speaks in an unusually soft voice. well as soft as she can while being Batman.
 The boy nervously swings the tire iron in his hand up at bruce. Shocked but quick, bruce catches it before it hits his face and rips it out of the little boys hand. The gangly kid realizing he’s weaponless scrambles up from the ground to his feet and stumbles off into an alley yelling obscenities. Bruce still reeling from the “attack” follows the kid and corners him in the alley way. He asks again in his “Batman voice” this time.
“What are you doing?”
The intimidation obviously spooks the kids because the next thing Bruce knows is the little boy is stuttering out an apology and slides his eyes around not looking at Bruce, he assumes he's too nervous to make eye-contact because when he squats down towards the little boy’s height, he scrambles back into the wall. His eyes widened and his face scrunches up like he is anticipating a hit. Yeah, this hurts. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"
 The little boy looks up at him with cautious and disbelieving eyes. “How-how do I know you ain’t lying?……..I was going to hit you?” He’s looking at Bruce likes he’s insane. He was going to steal his tires and hit him. Why isn't he upset?!
 “Because that's not what I do.”
The skinny kids silent disbelief tells Bruce what he thinks of that answer.
 “What if I show you something to make you trust me?” he can't believe he’s going to do this. This kid was gonna swing on him with a tire iron. For some reason he admires the action, rather than judging it. The boy looks up at him with disbelief swimming in his eyes before slowly nodding. Bruce takes a deep breath in and hopes he won't regret this, something tells him he won't. He takes off his cowl.
 And looks up towards the boy and hearing his loud gasp makes his lips curl up. “Your- You're..... You're Bruce Wayne! OH MY GOD NO WAY!” 
“okay kid.....settle down ju-”
 “I mean I knew he had to be someone but you? well I never though it be you!” 
he doesn't know if he should be offended or not he chooses to ignore it....for now, he’ll talk to you about it later.
 “Trust me now?” The little boy smiles a big smile,
 “Oh Yeah! definitely now” Bruce puts back his cowl on and asks the boy again. “what were you doing with the Bat-mobile?”
 All traces of a smile wipes off his face and Bruce wants to take the question back because now he's nervous, 
“Ahhh about that, sorry mister I...I s- shouldn't have done that. It’s just if I came back to my... neighborhood with the bat-mobiles tires....I would get a lot of money, and you see I need the money and yeah. YEAH! So sorry for trying to hit you, i was just scared. I’m really really sorry, so yeah and I won’t take your tires again promise.”
 He says it with such honesty Bruce believes him. He reminds him of you. “what’s your name?” Bruce chooses to ask instead of continuing the conversation about tires, it seems to be a good idea because the little boy sheepishly smiles and whispers his name “Jason. Jason Todd” 
It’s fitting Bruce thinks. he can't help but want to keep talking the kid and asks him the question that he definitely knows the answer to, “Are you hungry Jason?” His stomach growls, and they both release soft laughs.
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Bruce is late. He usually is back around 2 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. but it’s now three thirty in the morning and you're getting worried. You’re walking down the steps to the bat cave when you hears the engine of the Bat-mobile in the distance. You sigh out of relief of him being okay and on his way, but also ready to yell at him for being late and making you stay up. (you can't fall asleep without him) 
He pulls up into the “driveway” and gets out and just as you're about to yell at him you look down to see a small set of shoes peeking out beneath his cape. Little shoes. Oh, what did he do?
Confused you look towards Bruce for answers to see him looking anywhere but you, suddenly hesitant. Narrowing your eyes you ask the question, “Bruce who’s shoes do those belong to and is there a little someone behind you?” You ask in a silly voice. Hoping to ease whoever is hiding behind your husband.
Bruce huffs out a breath and squats down. Still shielding someone from you. You hear him whispering and it’s when you hear a soft whisper back. Bruce turns his body towards you extending his arm out, you grab it and squat down to his level, “This is Jason” 
You turn your head to see a little boy with the darkest hair and lightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen, and looking at you nervously almost scared of your reaction to him. You softy smile in return and you can visibly see his shoulders drop in relief. You turn towards Bruce with questions in your eyes.
 “Brought him here to stay the night.” You raise your eyebrows out of shock and a happiness that your turn your head back to the 10 year old boy and smile.
 “Hi, I'm Y/n, it’s wonderful to meet you Jason” He smiles back and you think you haven't seen anything more adorable and speaks with the cutest Gotham accent you've ever heard, “it’s nice to meet you too Y/n, it’s okay I stay with you and B?” B awee, Bruce already has a nickname. Makes you want one.
 “Of course Jason, in fact Alfred just made cookies today and I'm sure we can heat them up? do you want to come with me upstairs?” 
He looks up at bruce for approval and you can't help but feel your heart melt in your chest. Bruce nods and sends him a small smile, and Jason whips his head to you and quickly nods his head. You let out a loud laugh and stand up and hold out your hand for him to take, he slowly takes you hand and that’s when you feel warmth spread through your body. His little fingers curling around yours. Makes you think of Dick when he was younger.
It’s barley been five minutes and this kid has you hooked. You don't think you’ll let him go until he gives you a nickname too. And even then you don't think you’ll want to let go.
You lead him upstairs talking his ear off about how good Alfred’s cookies are and how much he’ll like them, and it’s when he shyly asks if there's chocolate chip, you gasp and exclaim “OF COURSE there’s chocolate chip cookies jay!” you don't even notice the name slipped out of your mouth but Jason does and he smiles and lets out a loud laugh, he talks more with you after that.
Bruce knows you’ll have questions and he’ll definitely answer them, but watching you two completely ignore his existence and walk off into your own word in the five minutes of meeting each other, he knows he made the right decision when it came to bringing Jason back home.
 He quickly showers and changes into a t-shirt and sweats and walks up to the doorway of the kitchen to see you two both smiling and laughing, it makes him feel warm inside and he can't wait for Jason to be living with you guys permanently. And when you catch his eyes in the doorway and smile. He knows for sure he made the right choice.
Hope y’all enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated -yella <;33
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drakoneve · 1 year
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request: Could you do one of Viserys I Targaryen?
pairing: viserys i targaryen x fem!reader
word count: 700+
warning: mentions of pregnancy, childbirth, & miscarriages (the latter is briefly mentioned, nothing graphic regarding infant loss or childbirth is described)
A/N: for this fic viserys and aemma never married. mostly because i believe viserys deserves some form of peace😭
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Sleep evaded you on the eve of the tournament celebrating the upcoming birth of your unborn child. The future prince or princess of the realm. The sun had now risen over King’s Landing, and as the day wore on your body began to contract and ache in pains you recognized as labor pains.
You couldn’t stop from gently stroking your swollen belly, as if to calm your nerves and ease your pain. In a final attempt for sleep, and seeking peace, you close your eyes as you breathe deep and relax into This wasn’t your first baby, no, but you couldn’t help the worry that’s plagued you these past nine months.
Your firstborn, your sweet Realm’s Delight, Princess Rhaenyra, is the only child to have survived past brith. Five pregnancies that resulted in one living child and four babes lost in the womb. For a long time after your last miscarriage you refused to lay with your husband, King Viserys. He understood your reasoning as the loss of yet another babe took a toll on him as it did you. 
When you first had the inklings that you were with child once again you summoned the maester, who only confirmed your suspicions. Viserys was delighted by the news of course, as he always was, but he also feared greatly for your safety. Over the course of your marriage and throughout the trials of the past Viserys stuck by your side and made sure you were as comfortable as possible.
He called the finest maesters the Citadel had to offer to aid in ensuring both you and your babe survive this pregnancy. You tried to assure him such measures were truly unnecessary, to which he cupped your face and replied “You are my queen, my love, the mother of my children. I would do everything in my power to keep you safe.” Your king seemed to know exactly what you needed to hear, even if you yourself did not.
The wide doors of your chambers swung open, disturbing the last hope of any tranquility. You sit up on your elbows to greet whoever’s entering.
Rhaenyra’s silky silver hair is whipped in whirls you recognized as results of dragon riding. She’s no longer in her delicately scaled riding uniform but you have no doubt your daughter had just been in the skies on Syrax.
“Mother,” Rhaenyra greeted you softly, concern quickly lacing her features. “Father old me your labors had begun.” She crawled into bed with you despite the off looks from some of the midwives. Merely a girl of four and ten, Rhaenyra had yet to take a husband and bear children, so she had no such experience on the birthing bed and thus no idea how to comfort you. 
She laid on your left side, head on your shoulder as she wrapped both arms around yours and intertwined your fingers with hers. “You musn’t stay for long, little dragon,” you advised. “I need you to find your father and bring him to me. I have a feeling it won’t be long now.” You kissed the side of her head.
As the gods would have it, you hardly managed to keep from pushing before Viserys arrived to your chambers. Viserys joined your bed side immediately, holding your hand tight and reassuring you with sweet whispers of his love and adoration. Rhaenyra, despite both your and Viserys’ advise to leave the room, refused to leave your side again. Instead she took to your left and held your hand as Viserys held your right. 
Not but ten minutes later your son, Prince Baelon Targaryen was born. With silver hair and lavender eyes Baelon was every bit Targaryen as his father and sister, and you couldn’t possibly love him more. 
Viserys sat beside you staring in awe at the healthy pink baby laid upon your chest. “He’s beautiful, my love. I am so proud of you.”
Tears welled in your eyes as you brought your left hand up to stroke the silkiness of your newborn’s thin layer of hair, holding Viserys’ hand firmly with your right. 
“I love you,” you whisper as to not wake your newborn babe. “I love our little dragons, Viserys. You’ve blessed me with two beautiful children I could not love more. Thank you, husband. For everything you have done and continue to do for our family.”
Viserys smiles warmly at you before pressing his lips to yours in a short, yet sweet, kiss. He pulled away just enough to part your lips but kept your foreheads pressed together. “There’s nothing I would not do for you or our little ones, my queen.”
You hummed in response, tiredness overtaking your body. You let your eyes flutter closed, content in the presence of your now complete family. 
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Young American
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**CURRENTLY BEING EDITED**
Y/N get’s offered the opportunity of a lifetime, an apprenticeship at English Graffiti, world renowned tattoo artist, Eddie Chan’s first American shop. However, an unnerving rivalry brews between her and one of Eddie’s old apprentices and best artists, Harry Styles.
Fic Casting
Warnings: belittling/degrading (not in a hot way), family drama/hardships/illnesses, self-esteem issues, smut with BDSM-y themes (soft dom).
^ - denotes angst & ** - denotes smut
Part 1^ - Sworn Enemies
Part 2 - Apologies on Apologies
Part 3 - Patience
Part 4 - Happy Halloween
Part 5 - Pain & Pleasure
Part 6** - Midnight Rendezvous
Part 7** - Friendsgiving
Part 8** - Somewhere Special
Part 9** - Imitation Game
Part 10 - Homecoming
Part 11** - The First Time
Part 12**^ - Valentine's Shm-alentines
Part 13** - The Grand Gesture
Part 14^** - Reparations
Part 15 ** - Family Matters
Part 16** - The One
Part 17** - London Calling
Part 18** - Young American
Part 19^ - New Beginnings
Part 20** - Overflow of Love
Part 21** - Home
Part 22 **^ - Trouble in Paradise
Finale^** - "Welcome to the World"
*This story and the characterizations of those pictured as the story’s main characters are fictional work and in no way depict the actual behaviors/ideas/personalities of these people in real life.*
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punkeropercyjackson · 11 days
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I don't think all these simp writers are going all out like they should because well i always see them talking about loving unhinged as fuck goths who have a mean surface with hidden softness and goofy balls of sunshine that're actually huge badasses and have secret trauma and being horny over them but they never talk about Steph and Cass from Batman despite like 65% of the fan content being x Readers so if you're a self-proclaimed slut then listen to the voice of god and make good on your word.Fuck Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain
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buckysdoll1520 · 4 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/buckysdoll1520/734203514245529600/i-want-to-start-a-jasper-hale-series-but-idk-if Ok so I haven’t worked all the details out yet but the gist of the story is the characters (I haven’t decided if it should be an OC or Y/n-reader yet but lmk, I’m leaning towards reader) parents have gotten divorced and she has to pick the lesser of two evils and chooses her dad. So her dad, her baby Leo, and her pack up and move to forks, (her dad is a drunk but holds down a job in Seattle as an accountant, reader/oc is a teen mom. She’ll be neighbors with Bella, I will also be including some mental health issues such as BPD (borderline personality disorder),SH, body image issues/ED symptoms,and other things. She will attend forks high school and that’s roughly where she’ll meet Jasper and the rest of the Cullens. It will as probably be slow burn a have smut.
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flamboyant-king · 6 months
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I had an Isaac run where it was so stressful my heartrate was at a 145bpm and it persisted for 6 hours. After that, like every day that followed, my heart would just suddenly shoot up to 120-140bpm for an hour if I so much as thought about something I've been stressing over recently. Everybody encouraging me to go to the ER. And I'm just like "Oh please I've actually always been like this, I'm fine." Had to chop down my Adderall dosage. But I swear I've felt like this since high school, but I guess the medicine enhances the feeling and that feeling was ANXIETY.
So, suffice to say, playing The Binding of Isaac™️ almost gave me a heart attack.
#and its not the adderall thats just inducing the heartrate#cause i only got prescribed adderall this year#dad got diagnosed with afib when i was still in school. he rushed himself to the hospital with mom while i was taking a test#i was like what the heck where did you guys go and mom said oh dad was having a heart attack or something and we didnt want to bother you#like WOULDNT YOU TELL YOUR CHILD OH MAYBE YOU WONT SEE YOUR FATHER AFTER WE GO TO THE HOSPITAL BUT FINISH YOUR EXAM BABY#that was like 2020 and we have a couple of those oxygen readers for your fingers and it measures your heartbeat#i out one on for fun im just sitting there at the dinner table and my heartrate was at 120#like i didnt do anything we been stuck at home because pandemic and we just having a nice dinner#and my heartbeat was just thats my resting heartrate. they told me to try the blood pressure thing#average blood pressure but truly my heartbeat was just vibing at 120. mis padres were like oh no maybe you have afib too#babes youre too young to have that. and i jsut said oh is that what it means when im nauseous and have to lie down#i havent been diagnosed with anything. i suspect is tachycardia but no official thing#although i havent seen a cardiologist. what if we pay to get a screening and its nothing#i dont want to go thru all that and let it be nothing. lets wait until its a real problem#when my brother and his family visited just like what two weeks ago he was like#he was sitting on moms exercise bike and said it reads your heartrate#and it did you put your hands on the handle and it reads yer pulse#i told him like oooh let me try. hey brother my resting heartrate is 120 a lot. and hes like. what. get on this thing#and i get off the couch literally resting and lay my hands on the handles#and we see it go up. from 80 to 90 to 100 to 110 to 120 and hes a nurse and my moms a nurse and he says go upstairs and rest#dont hang out here with the kids. and im like ha i already told mom#he said sit there for ten minutes dont do anythingg and were trying again#he got mom to call our doctor and my doctor said to stop taking the adderall which is NOT IDEAL theres worse repurcussions to stop cold#so i cut mine in half. cause i had a dosage of 20mg and i almost fainted at work. we died the dosage down to 15#but after all that i cut my 15 down to 7.5 cause hey i cant stop cold but i can ween myself#brother said i shouldnt be taking adderall if im not doing anything that requires focus. but im like i need focus to live man#look at how much ive been drawing...i mean its only in like hour long intervals but its productive#so theres that. i can feel my heartrate already up but i guess its just a thing with me...anywho#doodles#the binding of isaac
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the way eddie has at least three layers of clothing on at all times but also acts like a crackhead for funsies and likes riling up straight jocks and the way chrissy is always dressed in her cheerleading uniform with full make up on and perfect hair and is still not enough for some people and the way eddie’s uncle was absolutely supportive of him when everyone turned on him and the way chrissy developed a tca as a result of being relentlessly body shamed by her mom and and the way they both knew each other from middle school but not really and the way chrissy said “do you sometimes feel like you’re losing your mind” and eddie said “yeah on a daily basis” and the way people just couldn’t believe they could ever be friends or even something else and the way they clicked so effortlessly despite being so radically different. t4t
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silcoitus · 1 year
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All Yours
I wrote this as part of a little server secret santa exchange for the lovely @purplefangirl42! Merry (belated) Christmas and I hope you enjoy this fluff+smut combo! (Thanks to @deny-the-issue for organizing said secret santa!)
Silco x reader, young jinx, fluff with suggestiveness turned smutty, ice skating, established relationship
Word count: 5.7k
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I was thinking you could do a “5 times y/n told Harry she was pregnant” for the young!dad series !! That would be so interesting especially since in the last piece you mentioned that Harry already had a feeling she was pregnant before she even told him
The Thing About Having Six Kids
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so i got this ask and a couple others that were kind of about the kids' birth/pregnancy a while ago, and went with five different instances about each kid in the youngdadrry universe. it's all surrounding their birth, finding out about pregnancies, etc. enjoy!
Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader
Simone
(a text conversation between Harry and Y/n)
Y/n: i'm pregnant
(one day later)
Y/n: Harry?
Harry: Are you sure?
Y/n: i'm sure
Y/n: i have four different pregnancy tests to prove it
Harry: I don't know what to say.
Y/n: the 24 hours it took you to respond kind of told me that
Harry: I'm sorry about that. It's just...a lot
Y/n: it's fine i guess. at least you finally responded.
Harry: Did you think I wouldn't?
Y/n: honestly? yeah. it's not like we're married or in love or anything. you don't even live in the same country as me
Harry: What are you going to do?
Harry: I know but I wouldn't just like disappear on you
Harry: I was just shocked that's all
Y/n: idk. i'm still trying to figure out a way to tell my parents
Harry: Shit my parents!
Y/n: that's kinda where i'm at right now
Y/n: but i think i want to keep it
Y/n: the baby
Y/n: fuck that sounds crazy to say. i have physics homework due tomorrow but let me stop and make a life altering decision really quick about whether i want to have a baby or not
Harry: I'm sorry. You know...
Y/n: for getting me pregnant? knocking me up? putting a bun in the oven?
Harry: It seems too early to joke about this
Y/n: it's keeping me from freaking the fuck out at the moment
(ten minutes later)
Harry: I want to talk about this properly and figure this whole thing out but I have to go
Y/n: please don't feel obligated or anything. this was just a courtesy
Y/n: i don't expect anything from you. i get it if your management wants you to delete my number and never see me again. i just thought you should know.
Harry: What are you talking about?
Harry: Y/n?
3 missed calls from Him <3
Collette
"Let's have another baby."
Y/n was close to nodding off, so it was very possible that she was dreaming. She looked behind her. It was dark in the bedroom, but Harry was close enough that she could see him, could see that his head was propped on his elbow so he could look down at her.
"What did you say?" she asked, because she needed to be sure.
"I...I want another baby," he said, voice soft even though they were the only two people in the room. Simone was fast asleep in her own bedroom, tuckered out after a long day of playing at the park and eating ice cream and fingerpainting with Harry. Now that One Direction was officially on hiatus, it was just the three of them—Y/n, Harry, and Simone. Y/n thought it would take some getting used to, living a relatively normal life. But their little family actually fell into it quite easily.
Perhaps a little too easily.
"Say something."
Y/n hadn't realized she failed to respond, but to be fair, that was a pretty big bomb her husband just dropped. Her husband. They'd been married for a few months now, but it still felt surreal, which was probably why the idea of having another baby felt too far from reality to comprehend.
"I just...I don't know what to say," Y/n said honestly. "I—I'm not sure we're ready for that."
"We weren't ready the first time," Harry said when Y/n finally flipped on her other side to face him. This seemed like a conversation he really wanted to have, so she thought facing him would probably be best. "I just think this might be the time, you know? I don't have an insane schedule anymore, there's no more management to say that we can't, and I've always thought about giving Simone a sibling. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."
"I...I have," Y/n said.
She did think about more kids. As young as she and Harry were and as impossible as their relationship seemed at times, Y/n couldn't help but think about wanting more. She loved Harry, and she'd been loving these moments they'd been able to share as a proper family recently. Harry was right, if they wanted to have another baby, now would be the time.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said as she felt more than saw his hand push some hair away from her face.
"What happens when you start working again?" Y/n asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I know you, H," she said. "And I love you. Everything about you. And one of the parts that make you who you are is the music. This...this little bubble we're in, I love it too, but I know you'll want to go back to it someday. And then you'll go on tour for ten months, and I'll be alone to raise two kids by myself for a majority of the year."
It was harsh, but she trusted him enough to take it. This was the thought that always held her back. Y/n thought about the possibility of expanding their family on more than one occasion, especially in recent weeks when things have been practically perfect. But the reality was that Harry would want to go back to work. She knew, maybe better than anyone, the desire he had to make his own music, to create and write in ways he couldn't while in the band. And perform. Harry loved to perform live. Y/n knew that this time spent with just their family was fleeting, and she cherished every minute of it, the same way she knew Harry did. It was only a matter of time before he went back to work, and she wasn't sure she could raise Simone and a newborn without him.
"That's...That's all over now," Harry said. When Y/n tried to protest, he continued on. "What I meant to say was, the ridiculous schedules, the strict rules about when we can and can't spend time together, the separate hotel rooms. Mama, things can be different now."
"But management—"
"I bought out my contract," he said. "I haven't really given it much thought in a while because I just want to be present with you and Simone, but I've got a few people in mind for new managers. People who will prioritize our family."
This was certainly news to Y/n. It was hard to talk about Harry's management or the harsh thumb they pinned him under, so oftentimes it was a topic they avoided. Hearing him say this now, knowing how much money it would've taken to buy out his contract...that was a huge deal. As far as she knew, the other boys were just sticking with it until the contracts were finished. But Harry went and did what Y/n didn't even think was possible.
"Our family," Y/n repeated, and for a moment, she could see it. The three of them becoming four. It was crazy to think about, to think so far ahead into the future, but Y/n wasn't scared by it.
"Let's have another baby," Harry said again.
Looking at him, Y/n's heart squeezed in her chest. He'd been growing his hair out for a while now, and it was long enough that it reached just passed his shoulders. She loved it, thought it made him look older, more mature. And okay, hot. And Simone loved it too. She loved braiding it and putting bows and flowers in it or just twisting it around her finger. His shoulders were broad and lean, though he'd put on a little muscle in his arms from doing handiwork around the house, something he claimed he loved to do even though Y/n had heard him curse from another room while he worked on his latest project.
She looked at his face, the one that looked so different yet so similar to the one she'd met when she was seventeen. She wondered what those teenagers would think of the people they'd become, of the things they'd seen and experienced.
She thought about it. The baby-to-be. It would have Harry's eyes and smile, her nose and hair color. If it was a girl, she could wear matching outfits with Simone, if it was a boy...Well, they could maybe still match. Y/n thought about all the baby clothes—the adorable little onesies and shoes and mittens to keep the baby from scratching their face while they slept. She didn't let herself think of the late nights and sore boobs and dirty diapers. In this moment, she just thought about all the good feelings, every perfect moment that could be.
"You promise things will be different? I can't—I can't do it alone," she said, needing to hear him say it again.
Harry didn't try to kiss her, he didn't put his hands on her waist or pull her to his chest—all tactics he would normally use to distract her. This conversation was too serious, too important, and she loved him all the more for understanding that.
"I promise, Y/n," he said, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. "I will never make you regret living this life with me."
"That's not what I—"
"I know, but I just...I needed to say it."
He needed to make that promise to her, to himself. Life had not been easy, and Y/n knew Harry blamed himself for a lot of the hardships they faced.
"I don't," she said, kissing their joined hands. "And I won't. Ever. "
Harry grinned, and Y/n could tell even in the dark that his gaze was a little watery. Still, he inched forward and said, "So...?"
Y/n leaned forward and kissed him, her leg slotting between his. "Let's have another baby."
Maeve and Jules
"I'm sorry, did you just say twins?"
"I did. I'm seeing two heartbeats here. See?" The doctor said, pointing at the monitor she'd been observing closely the last five minutes.
Y/n couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. It was one thing to be pregnant (again), but an entirely different one to be pregnant with twins. "That's—"
"Amazing," Harry breathed.
Y/n turned her head away from the monitor to look at her husband, whose eyes were glued to the screen with a look of wonder in them. As she'd begun to process her own feelings about housing not one but two babies in her belly for nine months, she hadn't really considered how he might feel about it.
Looking at him now, she could tell he was ecstatic.
Y/n was still panicking a little, but seeing the elation on Harry's face was comforting. She took his hand in hers and squeezed it hard, needing to feel the warmth of his palm to ground her.
"Hey," he said softly, bending down to kiss the top of her head. "This is a good thing. Unexpected, but good."
"I know," Y/n said, letting out a shaky breath. "I know it's just...a lot. I mean...twins?"
"Nothing we can't handle," Harry said, kissing her cheek.
His confidence was reassuring. Maybe he was freaking out on the inside and not letting it show for her sake, but Y/n felt better about the situation at hand and was ready to continue with the appointment.
To the doctor, she said, "Are they healthy?"
The doctor smiled warmly. "They are. It looks like one of them is about a week behind, but that's nothing to worry about."
"Really? They're twins. That doesn't seem possible," Harry said, his brow furrowing adorably.
"It's rare, but it is possible. Fraternal twins can be conceived as much as twenty-four days apart," the doctor said.
Y/n understood perhaps a split-second before Harry, but when he did, he turned as beet red as she felt. The doctor didn't seem to mind their embarrassment, though she'd probably seen all sorts of couples and situations. Y/n imagined there wasn't much that the doctor hadn't seen before.
The appointment wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Harry snuck out of the hospital through a separate door while Y/n set up her next appointment. She met him in the staff parking lot, where he was standing by the passenger door to help her in. Harry gave her a quick kiss before closing her in and walking around to the driver's side. As he drove, Y/n was thinking about a number of things—twice the amount of clothes, twice the amount of crying, twice the amount of diaper changes. She was excited at the prospect of having a baby. It was a conversation she and Harry had before they started trying, but the idea of twins was a lot to wrap her head around.
She looked at Harry, wanting to ask how he felt now that they were alone, but she stopped herself.
Harry had one hand on the steering wheel, the other covering a wide grin. He was blushing a little too, and Y/n couldn't help but ask what had him smiling like an idiot.
"I'm trying to figure out which times," he said.
"What do you mean which—Are you kidding? Which times we conceived the twins?"
"Aren't you curious?" Harry asked. "Twice, babe. I put a baby in you twice. I mean, one of them had to be when we were on the yacht, right? I always feel good after we have sex, but I feel like we really outdid ourselves there. Clearly."
Y/n just looked at her husband in shock. "You are..."
"What? It's cool!" Harry insisted, but he was laughing too. "And it takes the edge off a little. Come on, you try."
So he was more nervous than he was letting on. That was comforting in its own way too, but Y/n appreciated his attempts to lighten the mood. They could have a serious conversation later, but for now it was fun to just forget all of that. Just for a moment.
Y/n gave him a dry look, trying to appear like she wasn't impressed until she eventually rolled her eyes and smiled. "Mm...I agree with the yacht, and...when you came back from London."
"Really?" Harry asked, more curious than surprised.
"Yeah," Y/n said with a little sigh as she remembered the night in question. "That was a good night."
It was one of those rare occurrences where Simone was in her own bed and Collette managed to sleep for more than a couple hours. They'd spent the whole night catching up and giggling like idiots and kissing and enjoying the pleasure of being truly alone with each other. Y/n loved those moments with Harry, where everything was just so simple and easy and it was just them having a little fun. They definitely should've been catching up on sleep while they could, but neither of them wanted to, so they stayed up with tired smiles and slurred movements until they heard Collette's cries through the baby monitor.
"It was. We should do that again sometime," Harry said. Taking Y/n's hand, he kissed the tops of her knuckles.
"You just want to go for triplets," Y/n teased, even though she knew that wasn't what he meant.
"I'm not that crazy," he said, but his smile told her he was thinking about the possibility. Maybe just a little. "I'm excited for this."
"Yeah? What do you think? Boys? Girls? A boy and a girl?"
Harry shrugged. "Our track record would suggest girls, but..."
"You never know," Y/n finished for him.
Geneva
"We have some pretty big news to share."
Once a month, the Styles family held a Zoom call with their friends and family who were scattered across the globe. Since lockdown began, there was a lot of adjusting—online school, not being able to go to the park to play, being at home all day. It was a lot for everyone, but Harry and Y/n did their best to make the adjustments smoother. And when they needed a break, they set up the monthly Zoom calls.
They were mostly just to catch up. Once all the children went to sleep, Harry and Y/n stayed up late talking to other adults about everything and nothing, maybe even played a different drinking game or two to round out the night before they went back to being parents. Tonight was a special night, though.
Multiple faces looked at Harry and Y/n expectantly through their computer screen. Both of them were sporting big smiles as Y/n leaned on Harry's side, one of his older sweatshirts covering her body and the almost imperceptible bump that was beginning to show now. Today was the first day she'd begun to show, and Harry nearly lost his mind with excitement. Finding out Y/n was pregnant had been somewhat of a surprise, but when she told him, he was over the moon. He's started to suspect, having recognized some of his wife's symptoms by now, but they'd been waiting for the right time to tell their families and friends, and tonight was the night.
"What's going on, darling?" Anne asked.
Neither Harry nor Y/n could barely contain their excitement, which probably gave away the news before they actually said anything. However, in their own eagerness to share the news, neither of them saw a few people on the call sporting knowing looks.
"We're having a baby!"
Cheers went all around as everyone congratulated the couple. Questions were asked about due dates and how far along they were and what they were going to do about the lockdown situation. Everything was just as Harry had hoped it would be.
And then things took an interesting turn.
"Who won?" Jeff asked.
"Won? What do you mean—"
"If my math is correct, which I'm pretty sure it is, I believe it goes to Gem," Sarah said, looking down at her phone. "She went with three and a half months. Glenne narrowly missed with three. No one had four so it goes to Gemma."
A collective groan went throughout the Zoom, leaving Harry and Y/n very confused.
"Did you place bets on us?" Y/n asked, sounding more astonished than offended.
"When lockdown became permanent, we knew it was a matter of when not if we would be getting the announcement," Jeff explained. "Someone has a physical copy of the pool somewhere."
"And all of you did this? Mum?" Harry said, brows raised higher than Y/n had ever seen them. When Anne nodded sheepishly, Y/n had to stifle a laugh. "So none of you were surprised?"
"I love you, dear, and I'm so so happy for you, but since you were seventeen, anytime you've come to me with big news, it's been about having a baby. For my own sanity, I've just come to expect it."
Harry looked down at Y/n, who was grinning behind her hand. For her husband's sake, her gaze softened as she reached up to kiss his cheek. "I mean, they have a point. Even you guessed it before I told you."
As the shock finally wore off, Harry smiled. He supposed it wasn't the worst thing in the world. So, he and Y/n were predictable, even though they hadn't really been trying this time around. They were in love and had a lot more time together currently. Things were finally back on track for them and their relationship troubles seemed behind them now. They were happy, and as long as his family was happy, some light teasing and bet placing seemed harmless.
He did pin everyone on the screen with a mock glare before moving on, though. "You guys made a whole pool. Really?"
"Yeah. Can you believe Jeff thought it would take eight months for you to get pregnant?"
"It was for the adjustment to lockdown period!"
"Eight months?"
And on and on it went. Harry just smiled and rested his hand over Y/n's belly, thinking about how much it would grow in just a few short weeks.
Natalia
"I want Mommy!"
Harry sighed and pulled his only son into his lap, pushing the curls away from his face and wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I know you do, JuJu."
Harry and the kids were waiting to hear from Y/n's mother, but he hadn't gotten so much as a text. He was anxious, worried that something was wrong, but Julian's crying served as a good distraction for the time being.
Julian continued to cry, still not understanding why he couldn't see his mother when he'd become so used to seeing her everyday. Harry would've been with Y/n had it not been for the little boy's crying, and he made the split-second decision to stay home while Y/n delivered the baby with her mother as support. He'd never missed any of his children's births, but for this, he could stay behind.
"She'll be back soon, bubba, I promise," Harry said, kissing Julian's cheeks and holding him close. "Should we go play with your Lego set? I know you've been excited to build it. Maybe we can build something to show Mummy when she gets home."
Julian shook his head and continued to cry into Harry's neck. Realizing his son was content to be miserable, Harry didn't ask again. He sat with Jules for a while, holding the boy to his chest and running a hand through his hair until his sobs turned into sniffles, and the sniffles into long, slow breaths. He waited a few extra minutes before taking Julian up to his room and setting him on his bed, making sure to place his favorite stuffed animal in his arms before leaving him to sleep off his troubles. As he walked away, Harry sort of wished he could do the same.
Every birth had been different. When Y/n had Simone, it hadn't been extraordinarily long, but it was extraordinarily stressful due to their young age. Collette was a fairly quick birth, perhaps a little too quick, seeing as Y/n barely made it to a hospital bed before the baby started crowning. The twins came early, which was apparently common for twins, but that didn't make it any less surprising to Harry and Y/n, especially because Harry was at the grocery store and Y/n was at the park with Simone and Collette and a nanny who was also there had to call an ambulance. Even still, Geneva's birth was probably the scariest, only because of all the rules and regulations brought on by Covid. Y/n's mother quarantined for two weeks so she could stay at the house while Harry and Y/n went to the hospital, as Y/n could only have one person in the room with her.
And now a year later, they were doing it all over again. Harry had been confident that this birth would go off without a hitch, that everything would be just fine, but the lack of word from his wife or mother-in-law made him nervous.
Later that day, Harry was still waiting. He'd gotten a text from Y/n's mother, which let him know that Y/n still wasn't ready to push but that they were getting close. That was an hour ago, and Harry had to believe that it was all happening now.
And he was missing it.
He knew being here with the rest of his children was important. That they were worried about their mother and probably found Harry's presence comforting. He just wished they could all be there in the waiting room instead of at home and fifteen minutes from the hospital. The not-knowing was killing him, and he was pretty sure his kids could sense it.
"Daddy?"
Harry's eyes flicked to where Collette was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. She was in her pajamas, a shirt and matching pair of bottoms with her favorite cartoon on them. Harry had been pacing around his room, his phone gripped tightly in his hand as he waited for someone to call him, but seeing his second daughter standing there, squinting at the light from his bedside table lamp told him he was up a little later than normal.
"Hi, peanut. What are you doing out of bed?" he asked.
Collette shrugged, her hair catching the light. She wiped at her nose and stepped further into the room until she stood in front of him. "Mommy always braids my hair before I go to sleep."
"She does, doesn't she?" Harry agreed. "She's kind of the best, huh?"
Nodding, Collette turned toward his bed and climbed up on it, looking at him expectantly. Even after having four daughters, Harry wasn't an expert at braiding hair. The girls always went to Y/n before school, and she did each of their braids or ponytails or pigtails happily. Harry always made sure to watch with a keen eye, and practiced on Y/n when she let him. He supposed now it was time to put all his practice to work.
The braiding didn't take long, and Harry didn't do half bad, in his humble opinion. Collette was just going to sleep in it anyway, so he wasn't too bummed by the few loose strands that he'd somehow missed.
He'd finished rather quickly, though Collette didn't slide off the bed to go back to her room. In fact, she nestled under the covers on Y/n's side of the bed, mumbling, "Night Daddy," before falling asleep. Harry didn't really mind. It wasn't the first time one of the kids stayed in his and Y/n's bed, and tonight, he figured he could use some company.
What he wasn't expecting was all of his children to stumble into his room. First it was Maeve, then Jules, then Simone, and finally Harry went to get Geneva, just so it was a proper sleepover. No one fought for space—which was a first. All the kids just found their spot and went back to sleep as if they were in their own rooms. Harry resisted the urge to take a picture so as not to wake anyone up with the flash of his phone's camera.
He hadn't planned on falling asleep. One moment he'd been watching a football game with the volume off, and the next he was blinking his eyes open as the sun began to stream in through the curtains. All of his little ones were still fast asleep, though Harry knew that would change soon. Maeve and Simone woke up early to watch morning cartoons, and Geneva would want her bottle within the hour.
Harry began to shuffle around and prepare for the usual morning routine—brush teeth, ok prepare the bottle, make breakfast for the early risers—when his phone rang. Startled, Harry rushed over to where his phone was plugged in, a huge grin splitting his face when he realized it was a video call from Y/n.
"Hi," Harry whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. "How are you? How's the baby? Is everything—"
"I'm fine, H. Everything's fine. Everything's perfect," Y/n said, a sleepy smile on her face.
Hearing that helped his heart stop racing, but only a little, as excitement flooded his veins. Y/n called him, which could only mean that—
"Wanna meet your daughter?" Y/n said, and even through the phone, Harry could see tears line her eyes.
Harry nodded, too overwhelmed with love and anticipation to form words. Quickly, he found an unoccupied spot on his bed and carefully sat down.
Y/n passed the phone to her mother who angled the phone so that Harry could see the baby, whose face was just barely visible through a pink blanket. He immediately felt tears well in his eyes, his throat going dry as he looked down at his daughter. Even through the phone, he felt every emotion he'd ever experienced when meeting his children for the first time. It was the most unique experience, Harry always thought. He'd seen and done so much, yet he still thought there was nothing like looking down at his newborn baby for the first time.
"Is that baby sister?"
Harry looked behind him to find Julian peering over his shoulder. Jules looked at the sleeping baby curiously, taking in his sister's little nose and tiny fingers and pouted lips. Then, he said, "Is Mommy there too?"
The camera panned up to Y/n, who was smiling and blowing kisses to Julian. "Hi JuJu, my love. I've missed you!"
"Mommy!"
"Mommy?"
"Mommy's home?"
Now everyone was up and crowding around Harry, taking turns talking to Y/n and baby sister, who had yet to be given a name. No one seemed to mind, though. If anything, they were more concerned about when Y/n and the baby would be coming home so they could have a party.
"Soon, my loves. The doctor wants me and the baby to stay one more night to make sure we're healthy. You think you can be good for Daddy?"
There was a chorus of yeses before everyone said their goodbyes, the novelty of a new baby sister wearing off when there were cartoons to be watched downstairs. Harry kept Y/n on the phone while he got Geneva's bottle ready, wanting to stay on the phone as long as possible.
"I know you must be tired," Harry said an hour later. He was in GiGi's nursery and watching her toddle around and play with her toys while talking to his wife.
"I'll hang up soon. I want you to get as much screen time as possible before I go," she said, turning the camera to where the baby was sleeping in the bassinet beside her hospital bed.
"Have you given her a name yet?" he asked.
Y/n shook her head. "I know we decided on one, but I wanted you to be with me when I said it for the first time."
"I love you," Harry said as his heart melted to mush.
"I love you too," Y/n said. She lifted the baby out of the bassinet, cradling her head with the expertise of someone who'd done it for years. Looking at Harry through the phone she said, "You wanna do the honors?"
Laughing out of pure bliss, he nodded. With all the tenderness and care he would've used if he'd been there in person, he said, "Welcome to this crazy, crazy world, Natalia Styles."
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Hi! Could we possibly get some headcanons of being an adopted child of Katy, please? Thank you!!
MY FAVORITE TROPE YESSSSS. Katy time! I am always happy to do characters who don’t have a lot of content on them. Um. I got VERY carried away with this one.
CW: Mentioned past parental death and mourning.
Being Katy’s Adopted Child
- Katy has so many Gym Challengers, names often slip her mind. It's not her fault, there's a near-constant revolving door of trainers. You, however, she recognizes in an instant. Your prowess in battle is hard to forget, especially at such a young age. Katy will never get tired of being surprised by Paldea’s youth. It’s odd. Instead of vigor lighting up your face, you're picking away at the front of your shirt, expression pinched and melancholic. Though she supposes that may be how you usually appear. She hasn’t known you for long, after all, only that one battle, it still worries her. Children should be off enjoying their day, not kicking rocks along the streets of Cortondo.
- While Katy's normally busy baking, this is far more important. Plucking a fresh croissant from a tray, she greets you with a kind smile. “Is everything alright?”
- You return her smile with one of your own, though its effect is lessened by how watery your eyes are. She sweeps you towards one of the outdoor tables and waits patiently as you nibble on your croissant. As much as she’d like to know what’s wrong, the last thing she wants to do is push you. So, she will sit here as long as you need, periodically bringing you some more pastries. Even if you never get the courage to speak, the least she can do is keep you well-fed.
- Finally, you tell her what’s wrong. It’s simple as it is heartbreaking. You miss home. Your parents have been dead for two years, and while the wound is healed, it hasn't stopped hurting. Clavell has been kind enough to waive your tuition. Your grades are exemplary, and it would be a mistake to lose such a wonderful student for something entirely out of their control. You have friends, you have food, and you have a roof over your head but it’s not home. And you’re scared it never will be. What if that feeling of comfort, of unconditional love, died along with your parents? How do you mourn something like that? There is no grave to visit, no words of comfort to be given. Just a gash on your heart that might never stop bleeding.
- You’re not quite as eloquent as you tell Katy. Your words are jumbled and choppy, but she can hear the tremor in your voice. Her heart shatters when your voice breaks as you dissolve into incoherent sobs. Carefully, she places a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. The action only makes you cry harder, and she almost jerks back before you choke out a feeble thank you.
- There isn’t much she can do. Though Katy may be a stranger who wants to help, she’s a stranger all the same. Her bakery is a safe space for her. It’s always been a place she can truly be herself. Humming tunes under her breath as she bakes and bakes until she can’t anymore. She doesn’t know what she would do if she lost that. So, Katy offers to share that with you. If there is ever a time you need anything, you are always welcome to come to find her. She will be there to listen, to give advice, and to keep you fed; her door is always open to you.
- You take her up on the offer. Over the next few months, you find yourself on Katy’s doorstep more often than not. She teaches you how to bake, her advice is unmatched, and she helps you with your homework with a smile. Katy reminds you of your mom. Sometimes too much and you can feel your chest ache. As time passes, the ache lessens into a warmth you almost forgot. Katy’s guest room gets filled up with your things: Awards you won for academic achievements, your gym badges, even your stuffed animals. It doesn’t happen on purpose, you never meant to spend more time here than in your dorm, but here you are, and you couldn’t be happier. Eventually, Katy sits you down and asks if you would like her to be your legal guardian. You don’t have to call her mom, though you’re welcome to if you like, she wants you to know that this is permanent. She won't be going away anytime soon.
- It’s finally official. Katy is your legal guardian and normal doesn’t feel so out of reach anymore. Her guest room has become your room, and with a smile, you place your final possession on your bedside table. Your parents smile back at you. They’d be happy that you’re not alone anymore, you feel it in your bones.
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kassies-take · 2 years
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If You Called Natasha Romanoff Back From A Mission
Requested by: @xscarlettxbelovax
Age: 5
Natasha: okay I’ve got everything.
You: *clings to Natasha’s leg* do you have to go??
Natasha: *kneels down* you know mommy has to work. You’ll be okay you’ll be with Kate, Peter, and Auntie Lena
You: promise you’ll come back? *holds out pinky*
Natasha: I promise *links pinky and kisses your head*
Peter: Hey (Y/n) you wanna play with Legos
You: can I? *goes to hold Peter’s hand*
Natasha: *stands* Peter, Kate you’re in charge
Kate: Cool! Are you building the Harry Potter set?
Natasha: *turns to Yelena* you’re secretly in charge
Yelena: *rolls eyes* of course
Natasha: *smiles at you, Peter, and Kate playing with Legos*
Yelena: go *pushes Natasha* or you’ll never leave and the new red room would start making it a little more dangerous world for her
Natasha: *releases a big breath* okay. *pats all the pockets on Yelena’s vest*
Yelena: I already packed everything you would need. Stay safe
Natasha: always *pats Yelena’s shoulder and leaves*
Yelena: okay! Who wants Mac & Cheese!
You and Peter: Me! Me! Me!
Kate: No hot sauce though
You: but that’s how you eat it
Yelena: Ha Kate Bishop are you telling me a 5 year old is stronger than you
Peter: I’m not a big fan of hot sauce either
You: *gasps*
Yelena: Wow okay I don’t know why I’m surprised I expected that
~A couple of days later~
Lila, Cooper, Nathaniel, Yelena, Kate, Kamala, and America: *sits in common area*
You: *runs up to Yelena and Kate* can we play Sardines
Yelena: what is sardines
Peter: it’s like reverse hide and seek. 1 person hides and the rest count and try to find them
Kate: wouldn’t that make it easier for the seekers
Peter: well once you find them you are suppose to silently hide with them and pact together like sardines
Kamala and America: interesting
You: *nods* the last person to find the hider will hide the next round.
Cooper: I’ve never had enough people to play this game
Kate: I’ll try it
Yelena: it’s better than this gold fish game
Nathaniel: I’m a little sleepy so I won’t play
You: no vents because I can’t reach.
Kate: *turns to peter* no sticking to the ceiling because the rest of us can’t do that
Yelena: we stay inside the compound no roof access
Cooper: No powers
Lila: no one is allowed to ask Friday where the hider is unless all of us give up.
Peter: okay this will be the counting spot. Who wants to hide first?
You: *raises your hand and jumps up and down*
FRIDAY: I can assist by counting down. From my analysis 120 seconds is sufficient timing
You: thank you Friday! Everybody look away!
Friday: *begins countdown*
You: *immediately runs to one of the elevators and goes down to Tony’s lab* they will never find me here *presses the highest floor in the elevator*
Friday: *announces* the count down has finished
You: just in time *hides under Tony’s table*
Kate & Yelena: *splits off together to find you*
Kamala, America, and Lila: *splits to find you*
Cooper & Peter: *split to find you*
Peter: the elevator is going up so maybe they are still on it and are going up
Cooper & Peter: *waits for elevator to go up*
Lila: (Y/n) told me her favorite place in the compound is Auntie Nat’s room
America: we’re not allowed to go into Natasha’s room
Kamala: (Y/n) is a smart kid she probably would hide in there
Lila, America, and Kamala: *searches living floors*
Kate: do you think she’ll be in any conference rooms
Yelena: I think she’ll be in a place she finds cool.
Kate: so the gym, the game room or the theater room
Yelena: we can be faster if we check the theater and game room separately first since they are on higher floors then meet up to go to the lower floor
Kate: well what if you find her before we go down?
Yelena: *frowns* Kate Bishop say what you just said again
Kate: *confused* well what if you find her before we go down??
Yelena: yes exactly you will know which room I will be in
Kate: right
Everyone except you: *searches designated rooms and floor*
You: *bored, starts exploring the lab*
Yelena & Kate: *make their way to the gym*
You: *finds Dum E and laughs* cool *turns it on*
Dum E: *follows your movement but haywires*
You: uh oh
Dum E: *hits you*
You: *crashes into the cabinet and on the floor, breaks arm on fall*
Yelena & Kate: *hears the crash*
You: *starts crying in pain*
Yelena: shit *runs to the stairs to get down to Tony’s lab*
Kate: *follows*
You: *cries* MOMMYYYYYY. *clutches your arm* MOMMYYYY *sobs*
Yelena & Kate: *arrives at the lab*
Kate: *freaks out* okay okay. Friday call the kids, Laura, Natasha and Dr. Cho
Friday: calls have been made
You: MOMMYYYY
Yelena: *kneels in front of you* Baby I know it hurts
You: I want mommy
Yelena: I know. I know.
All the kids and Laura: *make it down to the lab
Laura: kids upstairs now *she enters the lab*
Nathaniel: Is she going to be okay
Kamala: she will be
All Kid: *heads upstairs*
Yelena: breathe with me baby
You: *shakes your head* it hurts! I want mommy *starts hyperventilating*
Yelena: *starts to panic* I can’t help her
Laura: Kate, get Yelena out of here
Kate: *carefully guides Yelena outside of the lab*
Laura: okay honey we’re gonna get you to Dr.Cho
You: *soaks Laura’s shirt* I want mommy!
Laura: *carefully carries you* I know. Your mama is almost home from her mission. You’re safe with me the robot won’t hurt you anymore *gets you to infirmary*
Dr.Cho: *treats you*
Laura: *by your side*
You: *cries* Mommy!!
Yelena & Kate: *waits outside of infirmary*
Natasha: *runs down the hallway towards the infirmary* what happened?
Yelena: Natasha I’m sorry, we were playing reverse hide and seek and (Y/n) got hurt. I’m sorry. Im sorry, im so sorry.
Natasha: yel, it isn’t your fault *hugs Yelena and looks at Kate*
Kate: *hugs Yelena*
Natasha: *walks into infirmary, hears your cries and almost cries herself*
You: MOMMYYYY
Natasha: im here baby
Laura: *steps aside*
Natasha: *holds you as you are being treated and strokes your face*
You: *calms down and whimpers* mommy *sniffs* mommy
Dr.Cho: Ms. Romanoff will it be alright if I gave your daughter pain medicine? She’s small so it would likely make her very sleepy
Natasha: *nods* you have my permission
You: *falls asleep a few second after Dr.Cho gives you medicine as part of a chocolate chip cookie*
Dr. Cho: *puts a cast on your arm*
Natasha: *carries you into her bedroom*
Yelena: *follows* what happened to the mission
Natasha: Bucky, Sam, Steve and Clint have it handled
Yelena: Bucky, Steve and Sam?
Natasha: turns out their mission connected with ours. When Fridat called I had to go. Bucky’s worried, they all are but I made them promise me to finish it. Called Strange to portal me home
Yelena: Natasha I’m so sorry.
Natasha: it’s not your fault
Yelena: your daughter is in a cast. I was responsible for your daughter, my niece and she got hurt
Natasha: being mad at you is not going to change the past. I’m hurt that she is hurt but I’m not mad at You. You were playing a game. Accidents happen
Yelena: *pouting* it could’ve been avoided
Natasha: you don’t know that. She’s okay. I’m sure she’s gonna ask you to be the first one to sign her cast anyways.
Yelena: *smiles* can I stay here with you and her
Natasha: of course
~A couple days later~
You and Natasha: *sleeping*
Bucky: *enters the room*
Natasha: *wakes* hi
Bucky: Hi *kisses Natasha’s lips and your head* how is she *smiles at the big YELENA WAS HERE signed on your cast, but frowns*
You: *stirs* mommy
Natasha: I’m here
Bucky: I’m here too doll you can go back to sleep *rubs your back*
You: daddy we’re matching *yawns and goes back to sleep*
Natasha: the mission?
Bucky: it’s gone
Natasha: *sighs in relief*
Bucky: *showers, puts on boxers, carries you to place on his chest and sleeps*
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dragon-chica · 11 months
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I remember reading Blood of Olympus IMMEDIATELY as it came out (in one sitting the day it came, I was up until 4am) and ended up reading every single Solangelo fic on wattpad, I checked for new ones daily, kept refreshing the pages while playing W101.
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ljh-writing-blog · 1 year
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New Fic - WW Protege - Need Feedback - YJ Universe or Batboys Universe
    Elina had heard the story of her birth, so to speak, many a time. She had many nicknames among the Amazonian women who helped care for her, the most prominent being "The Miracle Child." When she was a tot it was a story that amazed her, as a young adult she only had questions.
    Elina had been sculpted from clay much like her mother, Princess Diana of Themiscrya. She had pleaded to the gods for a child. Not only a warrior to pass her wisdom too but a child to nurture into a beautiful young woman with a pure heart. Someone to take her place in man's world when she is gone. For days she sat by the shore, sculpting the image of the daughter she wanted more than anything in dark clay resembling her sister Nubia's skin. Unbeknownst to Diana, the gods deliberated amongst the clouds whilst she lay with the small child made from clay.
*Olympus 15 Years Ago*
    The pantheon was full with gods and goddesses alike discussing the Amazon’s request. Many were on the fence, the Amazonians had already been gifted Diana. Some thought it pompous of them to ask for another blessing from the gods. Some thought it was a great idea, their explanation- "Diana's presence has increased the number of worshippers we have, another blessing could bring the whole world to believe in the ways of the Greeks."  The decision would ultimately be up to Hades and 'The Big Twelve': Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Apollo, Artemis, Aries, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Hermes, and Hestia. Hades had even made a trip to Olympus for the discussion. Most of them were on the same page, the gods leaning in favor of Diana's request. Man's world had new dangers every day, some that had been a threat for the gods, they need more individuals capable of keeping the threats at bay. "Silence!" Zeus bellowed loud enough for all Olympians to hear, the noise ceased at his demands.  "We have heard your logic and reasoning, this matter will be put to a vote of the gods. I, Zeus, believe we should bless the Amazons once more." Responding as they saw fit responses spilled from their lips. With only two dissenting, Hera and Aries, the decision had been made. Diana's dream would come to fruition.
    The child would receive the same blessings bestowed upon Diana: from Athena she was given wisdom, from Artemis she received eyes of the hunter and unity with all beasts, from Aphrodite she received immense beauty, from Hermes she was granted speed and flight, from Hestia she gained sisterhood with fire and the ability to discern the truth, and from Demeter immense strength. A few of the gods wanted to give the child their own blessing, after seeing what a success Diana is they wanted to give her all the tools to succeed as well. Aphrodite and Poseidon give her the ability to breathe and perform underwater as she normally would. Hermes gave her the ability to learn any language with just a kiss, partnering with Athena to give her great knowledge. Hephaestus gifted her with enchanted armor and a weapon to match, the armor would be too big for her for a while but the weapon would be a great tool to train her with. Not looking much like a weapon in its base form the magic happened when it was touched, all one needed to do was think of the weapon they needed at the time. The enchanted metal would form itself into said weapon, with the ability to change at a moment's notice with the user's thoughts. The last two blessings were a bit of a shock for the others, not expecting either god to be so generous. Hades presented the gift of a helmet of invisibility, conveniently changing the color of the metal at the last minute to match the enchanted armor from before. Last but not least was Zeus, from behind his back he took a lightning bolt. Many looked on in awe as he quietly enchanted the bolt to replenish itself when needed, placing it upon the stone table with the rest of the blessings he turned towards the others. "Should we contact the Amazons?"
*End of Olympus Scene*
Diana divulged to Elina that as she waited by the shore with her sculpted form Zeus came to her in a vision, telling her that she would be blessed with her child. Conditionally with the blessing of her child she is to teach her the ways of Diana's heart, to give her the same ideals that make her Wonder Woman. Diana would raise her to be a warrior the gods would be proud of, with their blessings and gifts she would be a hero. She had to be.
A/N: Trying to decide if I should write this in the Young Justice universe or a Batboys universe so help me decide? Would you read? Who would you ship with? Sorry not sorry about the tense changes. Any feedback is appreciated. 
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