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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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Omg I love your Bowser x reader ones, but this got me thinking, what if Mario and Luigi see you hanging out with Bowser and Bowser Jr and thinking that you've been kidnapped by them as well, what would happen?

anon you are remarkable and i love you and i kiss your forehead MWAH

this is a one shot, but there’s also a small little headcanon/outline at the beginning!

super mario masterlist

bowser x gn!reader (no y/n)

(no description other than smaller than bowser (who isn’t) and has pierced ears)

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+ If Mario and Luigi were to see your bizarre little family anywhere, it would probably be during one of your family outings to the market

+ Bowser Jr. has far too much energy to be contained in one castle and Bowser could do with some fresh air and sunshine to prevent his broodiness

+ And you? Well, you just like to see them in a good mood! As much as you may love the castle, you know it isn’t healthy to stay cooped up every day, which lead to your decision in having daily walks and weekly trips to the markets with your two favourite koopas

+ Mario and Luigi were enjoying an extremely rare day off on the same day as one of your weekly market trips, and the pair just so happened to spot a certain Koopa king pick a certain someone up off of the sidewalk with his son following right behind him

+ Without a second thought, Mario leapt over a crowd of Toads and chased after the trio, Luigi tripping over himself slightly as he rushed to keep up

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You brought a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright sun as you walked, Bowser’s heavy footsteps and Junior’s lighter but more energetic steps filling your ears from either side.

Despite the brightness, the weather was pleasant as can be. It was the type of warm where you only needed a light sweater against the small breeze that wafted through the marketplace every now and then. This type of weather was a favourite of yours since it allowed you to hold your beloved husband’s large clawed hand without the discomfort of clammy hands.

Junior skipped ahead of you and Bowser, his excitable nature bringing a grin to your face as you watched him bounce from stall to stall to see what new products the merchants had to offer.

“Stay where we can see you please!” You called after him, just loud enough for the young koopa to hear you over the crowd. “Okay mama!” Junior called back, jogging backward for a moment to face you before facing the front once more.

Bowser squeezed your hand slightly, being extra mindful of the size difference between your hands so as not to hurt you. To anyone around you, it would look like the koopa king was giving a small gesture of affection to his beloved. Of course, you knew what that squeeze really meant. While it was affectionate, the squeeze really meant ‘pay attention to me now’.

“Okay, okay, you big baby, I’m right here.” You teased in a light tone, squeezing his hand right back (though you weren’t sure how much he felt it). Though he huffed at your teasing, Bowser puffed his chest ever so slightly, his eyes remaining on your grinning face as it glowed in the sunlight.

Squeezing your hand one more time, Bowser came to a slow stop and turning to face you directly. You stopped as well, confusion taking over your features as you craned your neck to look your husband in the eyes.

“You know… You look real pretty today.” Bowser grumbled, his normally booming voice sounding almost shy. You raised one of your eyebrows, smiling amusedly. “Oh yeah?” You asked, bringing one of your, comparatively, small hands to stroke Bowser’s forearm, watching him get slightly flustered.

“Y-yeah.” The Koopa king replied, feeling his large face flush as his irises seemed to turn into hearts at the very sight of you. You raised yourself onto your tiptoes, placing your hands on either side of Bowser’s large head, coaxing him to lean down toward you. Despite the fact that the two of you had been married for a while at this point, Bowser’s heart still felt like it was about to give out as you continued to lean closer and closer to his face… Your eyes flickering between his eyes and his mouth… Both of your eyes slowly fluttering shut-

“MAMA!!”

The two of you jumped apart as Junior bounded up to show you something he had found, oblivious to the PDA his parents were previously going to indulge in. Bowser grumbled in his throat and mumbled to himself in slight frustration, but ultimately leaned down alongside you to see what trinket his son had clutched in his hands.

“I saw these an’ I jus’ knew you had to have ‘em Mama!” Junior exclaimed, holding out a pair of earrings in the palm of his hand. The earrings were beautiful silver studs in the shape of daisies, a broad smile breaking across your face at your son’s memory of your favourite flower.

Leaning down on one knee, you brought Junior into a hug and swayed side to side with him. “Thank you so much my darling, this has got to be the best gift I’ve gotten today!” You praised, placing a small kiss on Junior’s forehead as he beamed up at you. Letting go of Junior, you took out the earrings you were wearing and replaced them with the new ones, carefully placing the old ones into your dress pocket.

As soon as you stood to continue walking, though, two giant arms encircled your waist and flipped you over a broad shoulder. Bowser carefully held onto the back of your thighs to keep you in place as you laughed at his dramatics. Junior, ever the energetic, continued conversing with both his father and you from where you sat perched over your husband’s shoulder as the two Koopas continued striding along the street.

The comfortable noise lasted for only a couple of moments before it was inevitably, though quite frustratingly, interrupted by none other than Mario, with Luigi following closely behind, yelling after his brother to stop.

Mario rushed in front of Bowser, forcing him to stop in his tracks. The Koopa’s light mood was quickly dampened, his scarlet eyebrows furrowing in frustration. Bowser broadened his posture, though still kept his gentle grip on your legs to keeps you in place. Junior peeked out from behind his dad, quickly hopping out beside him and mimicking his dad’s posture when he recognized the two Mario brothers.

“What do you want?” Bowser’s voice rumbled, his breath blowing the hairs on the brothers’ mustache slightly. “Yeah! What do YOU want?!” Junior exclaimed in an adorable show of support.

“What are you doing with them?!” Mario bravely shouted, gaining the attention of some of the people walking through the marketplace. Mario shifted into a fighting stance while Luigi cautiously stood back, choosing not to challenge the very large and quite frightening Koopa king that was currently staring the pair down.

“What’s it look like? We’re shopping,” Bowser growled, leaning his face down just enough to look Mario directly in the eye, “and YOU’RE interrupting our family time. Now scram.”

“Yeah, scram!” Junior mimicked again.

Not backing down, Mario kept eye contact as Luigi grew increasingly nervous. “Mario, you might-a want to leave-a them alone-“ Luigi tried, nervous gaze flicking between the Koopa king and his brother, only to be ignored.

“We’re not leaving until you let them go. Just because Peach is busy, doesn’t mean you can take someone else!” Mario exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing. Bowser’s gaze jumped from frustrated to furious, and he opened his mouth.

Before he could roar out any heavy insults, you leaned up and patted Bowser’s shoulder twice, a silent ask for him to put you down. Bowser turned his gaze away from the man in front of him only to meet your stoic face and knitted brows. For a moment, his expression turned panicked, before you placed a hand to his cheek in reassurance. Relaxing slightly, Bowser slowly placed you back on your feet.

You turned to face the brothers but didn’t step away from your husband, and instead curled against him, beckoning Junior to stand beside you. You placed one hand onto Junior’s shoulder, the other holding onto Bowser’s where it sat on your shoulder protectively.

“Mario, I would like you to meet Bowser and Bowser Jr., my family.” You introduced, your borderline cold expression not leaving your face at the thought of his immediate assumption of Bowser’s malice.

Despite your gaze not being directed at them, Luigi, Bowser, and Junior all shrunk into themselves slightly. Mario looked hesitant, keeping your gaze.

“Are you sure? They didn’t brainwash you or anything?” Mario bluntly asked, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth as your expression darkened, your eye twitching in rage. Bowser and Junior began to shake with anger.

“NOW YOU’VE REALLY CROSSED A-“ Bowser started, but was quickly stopped as you brought your hand away from Junior’s shoulder to rest against your husband’s chest. Giving him a silent look that said ‘I will handle this’ was enough for Bowser to step down, closing his mouth again. Junior continued to shake angrily, though a couple of tears now filled his eyes. That was the final straw for you.

“Junior, stand with your father please.” You said, not taking your eyes off of Mario. “But Mama-“ Junior started, though quickly changed his mind when he saw the look you were giving the Mario brother.

You stepped toward Mario, stopping about a foot away from him without breaking eye contact. Luigi thought it best to stand to the side.

“Who the hell are you to assume my judgement wasn’t intact enough for me to choose who I married?” You asked rhetorically, your tone dark. Mario shivered, his eyes falling to the ground.

“I will say this and I will say this once. Do not EVER presume to insult my husband and my son like that again, are we clear?” You kept your stare on Mario’s face. In his newly felt fear, Mario forgot to reply. “I said are we clear?” Your tone dropped and the man forced himself to nod.

“Ye-yes.” He answered tightly, not bringing his gaze from the ground in front of him. You exhaled shortly through your nose and nodded once, then stepped around Mario, now facing Luigi who tightened up in fear. You took a deep breath and looked at Luigi’s face with a brilliant smile.

“Luigi, how are you? We haven’t been able to chat lately!” You asked, bringing the younger Mario brother in for a hug. The sudden change in your demeanour made Luigi shiver, though he quickly returned your hug and began conversing with you. Bowser and Junior relaxed, letting out a huge breath of relief.

You continued conversing with Luigi as you made your way back to your family’s side.

“Here, come with us! We were about to get something to eat!” You waved one of your hands for Luigi to follow you, placing your other in the crook of Bowser’s elbow when he offered it.

“Ah, that’s okay, we-a wouldn’t want to intrude!” Luigi answered, not entirely eager to spend a meal with your husband and his brother sitting across from each other.

“Catch you later then. You’ll have to come by for tea again soon! The Shy-Guys miss you!” You replied with a smile, continuing on through the market with your husband and son.

Silence fell over the two brothers.

“So should we-“

“Luigi?”

“Yes?”

“Did you know?”

Luigi hesitated.

“Yes…”

EXTRA!!

After finally getting Junior settled into bed with several bedtime stories, Bowser trudged his way to your shared room where you lay reading a book. The Koopa flopped onto the bed, his head resting on your torso as you placed your book to the side.

“Hi.” You gently smiled.

“Hey.”

“Something on your mind big guy?” You asked, mindlessly stroking Bowser’s messy scarlet hair. Bowser could almost feel himself purring.

“You’re really attractive when you get protective is all.” The king replied, melting into your touch as his eyes once again seemed to turn into hearts. You flushed slightly before giggling shyly.

“Now that I think of it, we did get interrupted earlier…” Bowser mumbled, his pupils blowing slightly.

“Hmm… interrupted from doing what?” You teased, though your pupils were also dilated. Bowser grumbled into your chest. “I need to hear what you want.” You purred into his ear, making Bowser melt even more.

“Can we kiss?” He asked, feeling like a teenager. You grinned. “We can do more than that, big boy.”

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a/n: it issssss 1:56am as i’m writing this author’s note but i just HAD to do this request bc i love it so much! hope u enjoyed!!!

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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Viktor Drago x Balboa!Daughter imagine part 2 preview

Time passed and you watched a fight Viktor was in,the interview that followed making you shiver. They talked about his loss which Viktor corrected as a disqualification,the Russian declaring a challenge to Adonis yet again. Max Kellerman asked him about his involvement with you,Viktor only answering by saying that there was nothing to tell and he was focused on his wins. You sighed as you turned the TV off,clearing up your coffee table.

Days later you had finished up your last shift of the week at the hospital,glad to be helping out in the ED as they were short staffed. You were a general surgeon,enjoying the days in the OR but there was something about the chaos in the ED helped you forget about the chaos of your own life. People had finally stopped asking about your involvement with Viktor,now resorting to whispering when they thought you couldn't hear.

You had various candles lit around your apartment,a glass of wine on your coffee table. You frowned at the multiple nail polish colors you had set out,your self care routine interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Coming!"You yelled,sighing as you wondered who could possibly be at your door at this time of night.

You shivered as you pulled the door open,gasping when you looked up to find the large man standing at your door. He waved,a shy look on his face.

"Viktor."You whispered,chewing on your lip nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you."He said,hands in his pockets. "I have no one."

"What happened? Are you okay?"You neared him,looking him over quickly. You could tell he had something heavy weighing on his mind,feeling for the large man who was clearly torn.

"Can we talk?"He asked,smiling when you looked at him with concern.

"Yeah."You nodded,opening the door wider for the large man to step through. "Come in."

The large man made your small home feel even tinier,his eyes looking around the dark room that was mostly lit by the candles.

"I interrupt?"He asked,following you to your living room.

"No,just having a little self care night."You shrugged,turning to him.

"Self care?"He parroted,his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah,helps me relax."You gestured to the masks you had used and the lotions you used for a self foot rub after you finished doing your nails.

He nodded,walking up to a picture on one of your shelves. It was a picture of you with your dad in the ring at Mickys gym,you were only about 4 when your mother took the picture of you "training" with your father.

"Very cute."Viktor pointed,turning to you with a smile

Wanted to give you guys a sneak preview on the part 2,I’m so glad you guys liked part 1. Part 2 will be done soon.

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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Viktor Drago Fic Rec

Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

Moodboard 💝

😭🥰I Love You. I knew It From the Moment I Met You by @sir-skarsgard

🥰Asking his S/o to Be His Girlfriend by @v-writings

😈First Time by @v-writings

Rise and Shine Motherfucker by @avengersandlovers

Don’t You Trust Me by @avengersandlovers

Can You Train Me by @honeychicanawrites

😈Bathtub Sex by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰😭Pregnant Fold Clothes With His Child by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Rough Sex by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Coerced by @sapphirescrolls

Jealous by @honeychicana

😈Moan by @honeychicana

🥰Trick or Treat by @dc41896

😈Want by @omnyamaflowerz

The Flu by @dc41896

😈Snippet by @avengersandlovers

😈Paint by @avengersandlovers

Windswept by @avengersandlovers

📚👸🏽Say Love 2 3 by @oceanscorazon

😈Nsfw Alphabet 2 by @fumbling-fanfics

😈🥰 Burnt Offerings by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Fluff by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Balanced Breakfast by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Waking him Up by @fumbling-fanfics

Living Together by @fumbling-fanfics

Meeting His Girlfriends Parents by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Viktor Paying for Sex 2 by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Untitled by @fumbling-fanfics

😈Blowjob by @fumbling-fanfics

🥰Proposing by @fumbling-fanfics

Headcanons by @v-writings

😈😭Reflection by @saphirescrolls

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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hey just an fyi, if you do this then that's extremely disrespectful to copy/paste someone's work and change it because you didn't like it. i understand that the cod fandom is more heavily catering to an afab/fem audience and finding gender-neutral or male!reader is very difficult, but do not do this to as a "solution" to this lack of inclusivity. find someone who takes those types of requests, filter your tags and content properly, block writers you don't want to see fem works from, and follow writers who better cater to your interests. and if you can't find that? write your own fics. don't plagiarize someone's work because you couldn't be bothered.

and the kicker is? they tagged:

*for the sake of not wanting to direct this user any hate, i have left their url out. i have no intention of bringing drama to this user and do not need people to speak out on behalf of me or other writers. i just wanted to bring attention to this to writers and readers that this is going on. if you would like to add this user to your block list, please message me and i'll give you the details!

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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this is for my 'soap' and neil ellice people

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♡

afab!reader x Price, König, Ghost, Gaz, & Soap

Part two of Confessing They Want A Baby

tags/warnings: Some angst but mostly fluff, (like, so much fluff!) Pregnancy, mention of birth. Makes more sense if you read part one first, but can easily be read as a stand alone.

word count: 6.3k

Price ♡

As you stand at the airport gate, holding your little boy in your arms, anticipation and nervousness consume you. This is a day you have looked forward to for a long time—the moment John returns home from deployment. It’s been a long and challenging journey for both of you, especially since John had to leave shortly after you gave birth to your son.

The airport is bustling with people, each lost in their own world of arrivals and departures. You scan the crowd, searching for any sign of John’s familiar face. Your heart skips a beat each time you see a man in uniform, but it’s never him. Doubt begins to creep in, but you quickly push it aside, reminding yourself that he’ll be here soon.

Your little boy squirms in your arms, sensing your restlessness. You adjust his blanket, feeling the warmth of his tiny body against yours. His innocent eyes meet yours, and you smile, finding solace in his presence. He is a constant reminder of the love and strength that binds your little family together.

Just as you’re about to give in to panic, you spot a group of uniformed soldiers making their way towards the gate. Your heart leaps with joy, recognising the SAS emblem on their sleeves. Among them, you catch a glimpse of John’s familiar face, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“John!” you call out, your voice filled with relief and excitement.

He turns towards you, a wide smile breaking across his face. “Darling!” he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and joy.

As he finally reaches you, you see the weariness in his eyes. “I missed you so much,” you say, tears welling up in your eyes as your husband’s strong arms embrace you and your little boy.

“I missed you and our little guy too,” he replies, his voice filled with emotion.

You hold each other tightly, cherishing this long-awaited reunion. At this moment, time stands still as the chaos of the airport fades away. It’s just the three of you, together again, united by love and an unbreakable bond.

“I can’t believe you’re finally home,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

John pulls you even closer, his arms wrapped tightly around you and your son. “I can’t believe it either,” he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of relief and disbelief. “But I promised you, didn’t I? I promised I would come back.”

You nod against his chest, the tears flowing freely now. It has been a challenging six months for both of you - the sleepless nights, the endless worry, and the long distance that separated your family. But through it all, you held on to hope, to the love that strengthened your bond. You hands your little boy over to his father, letting him hold him for the first time since he was a newborn

As John cradles your son in his strong arms, you watch their interaction with a mixture of awe and tenderness. It’s a sight you’ve longed to witness, the connection between father and son. You can see the love and adoration in John’s eyes as he gazes down at your baby boy, his fingers gently tracing the contours of his tiny face.

The fatigue from his journey is evident, but it doesn’t dampen his spirits. John’s smile remains unwavering as he looks up at you, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of our little man while I was away,” he says, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve done an amazing job, love.”

Tears stream down your face as you watch the two most important people in your life bond in this precious moment. You can’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming joy and relief. The weight of the past months slowly lifts from your shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and happiness.

“He is so wonderful, John,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “He’s grown so much since you last saw him.”

John’s eyes well up with tears as he continues to hold your son. “He has, I can’t believe how much I’ve missed,” he admits, his voice choked with emotion. “But I promise, I’ll make up for lost time.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words. “We are just happy to have you back again,” you assure him.

John looks at you, his eyes filled with determination. “I’m not going away again, love, I’m retiring from fieldwork, I should have done that a long time ago, should have done that when we married,” he says, his voice filled with determination and relief. “I want to be here with you and our boy, to build a life together that we’ve always dreamed of.”

Tears of joy fill your eyes as you embrace this news. The thought of having John by your side, no longer having to endure the hardships and uncertainties of deployment, fills your heart with an indescribable sense of happiness and peace.

“I couldn’t be happier to hear that,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “God, John, I’ve missed you so much.”

John smiles, as he transfers your son back into your arms, a soft and tender smile that shows how much he longed for this moment as well. His strong, protective arms sneaking around you and your boy, holding you both close. “I’ve missed you both more than words can express,” he whispers, his voice filled with love.

As you leave the airport, the weight of the past months begins to lift. With your baby boy in your arms and John by your side, you walk towards a new chapter, grateful for the strength and resilience that has brought you here.

König ♡

You let out a tired groan as you stare into the fridge. It’s 2:43 at night and you can’t sleep. You’re feeling hot and uncomfortable, and now you’re also hungry.

You’re so done with being pregnant, having to waddle around like a penguin, your feet and back always hurting, your ankles constantly swollen, and not being able to see your own feet anymore. The weight gain feels like a burden you can’t escape, and you yearn for the days when you could move freely and comfortably and you still have two months left of this, despite looking like you could pop any minute.

You’re pretty sure you’re already the same size as your colleague was at full term, but you also have two in there, and it doesn’t really help either that the father of your babies is a bloody mountain of a man.

You’re always tired, and if you’re not tired then you’re hungry. König is taking good care of you though, making sure you have everything you need and indulging your cravings whenever possible. He’s been incredibly supportive throughout the pregnancy, always reminding you how beautiful you are and assuring you that he loves every inch of you, baby bump included.

But none of that is really able to comfort you at this moment. You are so looking forward to finally meeting your little ones, and having all this pregnancy stuff be over with, but having to go through this for two more months seems like an eternity. You are so tired and you hate that you don’t feel like yourself. Your hormones are all over the place and you find yourself constantly on edge. The smallest things can set off a wave of emotions, leaving you in tears one moment and irritated the next. It’s frustrating, knowing that you can’t control these sudden shifts in mood, and you can’t help but feel like a stranger in your own body.

There is nothing in the fridge that seems appetising to you, despite it being well stocked, and you feel how tears are beginning to well up in your eyes. The overwhelming mix of exhaustion, discomfort, and hunger is getting the best of you. You’re just about to let out a measly sob but instead you let out a surprised shriek as a pair of big, strong arms sneak around your body. The shriek turns into a relieved sigh as Königs big palms settle at the underside of your belly, gently lifting up your heavy bump. You instantly feel the relief in your sore back.

König’s deep voice whispers soothingly in your ear. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed. Are you okay?”

You lean back into König’s embrace, grateful for his strong presence, both physically and emotionally. “I just couldn’t sleep,” you mutter, trying to mask the maelstrom of feelings you’re having, but failing, your voice shaking with emotion.

“You could have woken me,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You can feel his warmth behind you, his calming presence bringing a sense of comfort to your tired body.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “You need rest too.”

König’s hands continue to support your belly, his touch gentle yet firm. “Schatz, you are carrying our children,” he reminds you, his voice full of love and adoration. “Your well-being is my top priority.”

Tears blur your vision as his words wash over you, and you find yourself choked up with gratitude for this man who has been your rock throughout this pregnancy. He’s gone above and beyond to make sure you feel loved and cared for, even when the weight of it all feels overwhelming.

With a small sigh, you turn your body around to face him, resting your head against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek. He holds you tighter, but still being careful of your bump as he leans down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I’m just so tired,” you admit, your voice trembling with exhaustion. “I feel so exhausted and uncomfortable all the time. I miss feeling like myself, and I’m tired of being so emotional. I just want this pregnancy to be over.”

König rubs circles on your back, his touch providing a soothing rhythm. “I understand,” he murmurs, his words filled with empathy. “But remember, meine Liebe, you’re growing two beautiful lives within you. Your strength is immeasurable. And when they are finally here, all of this will be worth it.”

“Yeah, it will,” you agree. Despite all the tears, sleepless nights and sore muscles, it really is going to be worth it in the end. You take a deep breath, trying to gather yourself. “I just... I don’t feel like myself anymore,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly. “Everything feels so different. I know it’s for a good cause, but still…”

König’s arms tighten around you, providing a sense of security. “I know it’s been tough for you,” he says softly, his voice filled with understanding. “But please remember that you can always talk to me.”

He wipes away a stray tear from your cheek and leans down to place another gentle kiss on your forehead. “I may not fully understand what you’re going through, but I will always be here to listen and support you,” he assures, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

You are just about to answer him when you’re cut off by the beeps of the open fridge behind you. König releases his hold on you to push the fridge door close but his arms find you again as soon as the door shuts.

“We don’t have any food, by the way,” you murmur into the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

König chuckles softly, his deep voice rumbling against your cheek. “I don’t know if that’s really true, Schatz.”

“Well, we don’t have the right food,” you retort, letting out a small sigh. König’s arms tighten around you, bringing you closer to him.

“Would ice cream be the right kind of food right now?”

“It would, but we don’t have any,” you sigh, nuzzling yourself into his broad chest.

“Yes, we do,” he hums. “I bought some more yesterday.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him, a mixture of disbelief and delight washing over you. “Really?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your voice.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. “I knew you’d crave it sooner or later, so I stocked up.” You can’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness as König releases you from his embrace and walks over to the freezer, rummaging around before emerging with a tub of your favourite ice cream flavour.

He returns to you, a triumphant smile on his face, and hands you the tub of ice cream along with a spoon. You can’t help but let out a small laugh, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over you.

“Thank you, König,” you say sincerely, taking the tub of ice cream from him. “You always know how to make things better.”

He smiles warmly, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “It’s the least I can do, my love,” he replies, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your temple. “Seeing you happy and comforted is all I want.”

You waddle into the living room and settle back into the sofa, snuggled close into König’s side, and as you take your first bite of ice cream, snuggled up against the giant man beside you, you can feel the stress and exhaustion slowly melting away, as you rest your head on his broad shoulder..

As you continue to eat, König wraps his arms around you, his presence providing a comforting stability. The two of you chat softly, sharing light-hearted moments and making plans for the future. It feels like a respite from the weight of the pregnancy, and you find yourself able to let go, even just for a little while.

You’re so grateful for this moment of solace and for the unwavering support König has shown you throughout the pregnancy. Together, you finish the tub of ice cream, savouring every last bite. As you place the empty container aside, König pulls you closer, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

“Thank you for being there for me,” you whisper, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

He presses a gentle kiss to your temple, his voice filled with love and tenderness. “Always, meine Liebe. Always.”

Ghost ♡

As you sit in the car, your heart swells with a mix of emotions. The exhaustion from giving birth to your beautiful baby girl still lingers, but so does the overwhelming joy and love that fills every inch of your being. Next to you, Simon grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he slowly drives the car forward at a much slower pace than the speed limit. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on his shoulders, and you can see the mixture of excitement and nervousness in his brown eyes.

You can’t help but smile as you look at him, his blond hair tousled and his strong jawline set with determination. You reach over and place your hand on his, intertwining your fingers. “We’re really parents now,” you say softly, the reality of it sinking in.

Simon glances at you, his lips curling into a tender smile. “Yeah, we are,” he replies, his voice filled with both awe and disbelief. “I can’t believe she’s ours.”

“I can, she looks so much like you,” you say with a soft smile on your lips, constantly stealing glances at the tiny bundle of joy in the rearview mirror, marvelling at her delicate features.

As the car moves along the familiar streets towards home, you can’t help but notice how the people outside are going about their daily routine, seemingly completely oblivious to the life-altering event that has just taken place in your little world. The inside of the car being your own little cocoon of love. You can’t help but reflect on the journey that brought you here. From the moment you found out you were pregnant and telling Simon, to the hours of labour and delivery, it’s been a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation. And now, you’re finally taking your little girl home, to start a new chapter of your lives together.

As you pull into the driveway, Simon turns off the engine and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of love and concern. He unbuckles his seatbelt and reaches over to unbuckle yours, his touch gentle yet reassuring. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, his worry evident in his voice.

You smile gratefully at him, nodding your head. “I’m tired, but I’m okay,” you reply honestly. “Just a little sore and adjusting to everything.”

Simon nods understandingly, his thumb gently brushing over your cheekbone. “You were amazing,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tears well up in your eyes at his words, overwhelmed by the love and support he continues to provide. Becoming parents had not been planned, but it was the best surprise life had thrown at you.

Simon opens the car door and steps out, walking around the car and opening your door, extending his hand to help you out as well. As you step onto the pavement, you take a moment to soak in the warmth of the sun and the scent of blooming flowers in the air. It really feels like a perfect day to bring your little girl home.

Together, you make your way to the backseat. In the car seat lies your beautiful baby girl, fast asleep with tiny, peaceful breaths. You can’t help but marvel at her, feeling a newfound sense of protectiveness and love wash over you.

With carefully coordinated movements, you lift your daughter into your arms, cradling her close to your chest. Simon stands beside you, his hand resting on your back as you both walk towards the front door.

Inside the house, you’re greeted by an excited bark as Riley, your furry family member, rushes to see the new addition to the pack. Simon gently scoops up your baby girl, cradling her in his arms, and introduces her to her four-legged sibling, making sure that Riley doesn’t lick or touch the baby, despite seemingly being very eager to do so. You watch with a mixture of love and pride as Simon gently guides Riley’s sniffs and licks away from your precious bundle, ensuring both the safety of your newborn and the happiness of the overjoyed German Shepherd.

As the introductions between Riley and your baby girl continue, you take a moment to admire the scene before you. The bond between Simon and Riley is undeniable, and seeing them both showering your daughter with love fills your heart with warmth. You can already tell that they will be inseparable companions as she grows up.

As the initial excitement settles down, and your little girl has been changed and fed, you make your way to the nursery, where everything has been prepared with utmost care and love. Soft pastel colours adorn the walls, and a cosy rocking chair sits in the corner, ready to cradle you and your little one during those late-night feedings. Simon follows you quietly, his eyes still filled with awe and disbelief.

Gently, you settle your baby girl into the crib, ensuring she is comfortable and at ease. Simon watches every movement, his expression a mix of tenderness and protectiveness. Simon wraps his arms around you from behind, his warmth and presence offering you solace and support, and together, you stand beside the crib, gazing down at your sleeping angel. “We created something beautiful, didn’t we?” he whispers into your ear, his deep voice filled with awe and wonder.

Tears of overwhelming happiness escape from your eyes as you look at the little sleeping girl. “Yes, we did,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

Simon gently rests his chin on top of your head, his grip on you tightening slightly. “I never thought I would have this,” he confesses, his voice filled with sincerity. “I never thought I could deserve something so precious.”

You turn around in his embrace, tears streaming down your cheeks, and look into his eyes, filled with love and gratitude. “Simon, you deserve everything,” you say softly, your voice filled with emotion.

Simon’s eyes well up with tears as well, and he presses his forehead against yours, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with so much love it almost takes your breath away. “And I will spend the rest of my life making sure you both know how loved and cherished you are.”

You lean in and capture his lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing your love and commitment to each other and to your little family. In that moment, as your lips meet and the world fades away, you know that everything will be alright. As you break the kiss, you rest your forehead against Simon’s chest, relishing in the closeness and connection you share. “I love you too,” you whisper, your voice filled with an unwavering certainty.

“Thank you for having given me this, sweetheart,” Simon whispers, his voice choked with emotion.

You look up at Simon, a soft smile playing on your lips. “You’re welcome,” you say sincerely. “I couldn’t wish for a better man to do this with.”

Simon pulls you into a tighter embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have wanted to go on this journey with anyone else,” he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. You close your eyes, resting your head against his chest again, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

As you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the room fills with a peaceful silence. The sound of your baby’s gentle breaths lulls you into a state of tranquillity, and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and gratitude for everything that has brought you to this moment.

With a newfound sense of peace, you both turn your attention back to your daughter, who is still sleeping soundly in her crib. The room is filled with a serene calmness, and you can’t help but marvel at the little miracle that is your daughter, and the love you and Simon share.

Gaz ♡

“Babe!” your voice echoes through the flat. “Babe, quick, quick, come!”

“What, what! Is everything okay!?” Kyle comes running into the living room, his eyes blown wide as he looks at you with a worried expression. He has always been a little overprotective when it comes to you, but it has reached a whole new level after you found out you were pregnant.

Now, at a little over four months, you have started to show, not by a whole lot but enough for you to finally look pregnant, which only has made Kyle’s protective instincts kick into even higher gear, he won’t even let you carry your own purse when you walk up the stairs to your flat anymore, you can’t even imagine how he’ll be when you enter your third trimester, but you know that he only means well, and you do find it cute how much he worries about you and the baby. He is so excited to be a dad and you love seeing him embrace this new role.

You can’t believe that it was only a year ago he accidentally confessed that he wanted to have a family with you, and last week you found out that you’re having a little baby boy. The sonogram of your little bean now hangs on the fridge and you have caught Kyle looking at them with a mixture of awe and anticipation many times throughout the past week. It warms your heart to see the love and excitement radiating from him whenever he catches a glimpse of those sonograms.

But now, as you beckon him urgently, his worry is etched all over his face. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart before speaking. “He kicked!” you exclaim, your voice filled with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Both your hands placed at your slightly protruding belly you look up at him with teary eyes and a smile threatening to split your face in half .

Kyle’s worried expression instantly turns into one of sheer amazement. He takes a step closer to you, his hand trembling as he reaches out to touch your belly.

“He kicked?” Kyle repeats, his voice filled with awe.

You nod, your own excitement beginning to overflow. “Yes, just now! It was like a little flutter, but it was definitely a kick!” you confirm, feeling another surge of emotion welling up inside you. This moment, this connection with your baby, it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. “Our little guy is definitely making his presence known.”

Kyle’s eyes well up with tears as he gently rests his hand on your belly. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his voice filled with overwhelming joy. “That’s our boy, already letting us know he’s here. I can’t believe it.”

You wrap your arms around Kyle, feeling a surge of happiness flowing through both of you. It’s a moment you’ve been eagerly awaiting, the first tangible connection with your unborn child. The months leading up to this point have been filled with anticipation and wonder, and now, with this simple kick, it feels like everything is falling into place.

As you both stand there, basking in the joy of the moment, you can’t help but reflect on how far you’ve come. From that accidental confession a year ago to now experiencing the first movements of your baby, it feels like such a beautiful journey of love and growth that is just about to grow even deeper.

“He’s going to be so loved, Kyle,” you say softly, your voice filled with tenderness as you look deeply into his eyes. “And he’s going to have the best dad in the world.”

Kyle’s face lights up with a mix of emotions - pride, happiness, and a touch of nervousness. “I hope I can live up to that,” he admits, his voice tinged with humility. “But I promise you, I will always strive to be the best father I can be. Our little boy will never doubt how much he is loved.”

You lean in closer, brushing your lips against his in a gentle kiss. “I have no doubt about that,” you whisper, feeling overwhelmed with love for both Kyle and the baby growing inside you.

Kyle chuckles as you break the kiss, a mixture of pride and adoration shining in his eyes. “And he’s going to have the most amazing mom, someone who will love and protect him every step of the way.”

With a smile, you rest your hand on top of Kyle’s, pressing it gently against your belly. “We created this little miracle together,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “And now, we get to watch him grow and I can’t wait to witness the beautiful person he will become.”

Kyle’s eyes never leave your face as he listens to your words. “I can’t wait either, thank you so much for giving me this, I’m so grateful for you,” he says sincerely, his voice laced with emotion.

You are just about to open your mouth to answer him, to tell him how grateful you are to have him, but you stop up your eyes widening with surprise, Kyle’s beautiful mahogany eyes mirroring yours. Your little boy just kicked again, this time even stronger than before and his tiny foot had aligned perfectly with where Kyle’s palm is resting against your tummy.

You both gasp in amazement, feeling the undeniable connection between you two and your son. It’s as if your souls have already intertwined, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. Tears stream down your face as you witness the look on Kyle’s face as he feels his baby move for the first time, overwhelmed with emotions you can’t quite put into words.

A mixture of awe and disbelief radiates from Kyle’s expression as he looks down at your belly, feeling the strength of your son’s kick against his hand. “Did he just..?” he whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and excitement.

You nod, tears of joy streaming down your face. “Yeah, he did,” you reply, your voice trembling with emotion. “I think our little boy wanted to say hi to his daddy,” you sniffle.

A radiant smile spreads across Kyle’s face, his love and amazement shining in his eyes. “Is that right, buddy?” he says, his voice full of affection. “You’re already showing us how strong and determined you are. We’re so proud of you, little one.”

He kneels down in front of you, placing gentle kisses on your belly. He whispers sweet words to his unborn son, promising to be the best dad he can be and vowing to protect him with all his might. It’s a beautiful sight, and it makes your love for him grow even stronger.

In this moment, you know that the love between you and Kyle will only continue to grow, nurtured by the beautiful bond you are forming with your unborn child. And as you stand there, you can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible journey you are embarking on as parents.

Soap ♡

You stand at the threshold of the living room, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you take in the heartwarming scene before you. The last sunlight of the day spills through the window, casting a gentle glow across the room, and there, on the middle of the carpet stands Johnny, tenderly cradling your precious little two-month-old daughter in his strong arms.

You watch as Johnny softly hums a lullaby, his voice soothing and comforting as he gently sways back and forth. Your daughter, oblivious to the world around her, nestles contently against his broad chest, her tiny fingers curling around his shirt.

Mesmerised by the enchanting sight, you lean against the doorway, your heart swelling with an indescribable joy. You drink in every detail, the way your boyfriend’s eyes sparkle with adoration as he gazes upon the tiny being in his arms, the way his fingers carefully trace the delicate features of her tiny face.

The warmth in your heart fills your entire being as you witness the immense love and adoration Johnny has for your little girl. It’s a sight that makes you realise just how lucky you are to have him by your side. The way he handles her with such care and tenderness reassures you that your daughter is safe and thriving, and that you chose the best man in the world to be the father of your child.

The three of you are staying at Johnny’s parents house for the night. There had been a big family gathering earlier in the day, but now the last guests have left. Only you, your daughter, Johnny and his parents are left in the house, but the joyful atmosphere from the gathering lingers in the air, still infused with laughter and love. It had been the first time that a lot of Johnny’s extended family had met your daughter, and the love and excitement they had showered upon her had made your heart swell with gratitude.

Johnny had been so proud as he introduced his daughter to everyone, beaming with pride as he showed off her tiny fingers and button nose.

Johnny’s nephews, who have seen her multiple times before, absolutely loves her, already wanting to play with her, and showering her with affection. Noah and Oliver had taken turns holding her, their joyful laughter filling the room as they interacted with the newest member of their family. Even little Alfie, at only a year and half, had been curious about her, clearly intrigued by seeing a human even smaller than himself. It was truly adorable, and you and Hannah, Johnny’s sister in law, had laughed heartily at their interactions.

As you stand there in the doorway, taking in the beautiful moment between Johnny and your daughter, you feel a warmth in your heart that is unmatched. It’s moments like these that make you appreciate just how fortunate you are to have Johnny by your side.

Suddenly, you hear a soft rustling sound, and you turn your head to see Johnny’s mother, Teresa, quietly walks up next to you. The smile on her face mirrors your own as she watches her son bonding with his little girl. She gently places a hand on your arm.

“Isn’t it just incredible?” she whispers, her voice filled with awe and joy. “She is so wonderful. You must be so proud, my dear.”

You meet Teresa’s eyes, feeling a lump forming in your throat. The love and admiration that shines in her gaze mirrors your own feelings. “I am,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper. “I know I’m biassed as her mother, but she really is the most wonderful little girl in the world. And I truly couldn’t have asked for a better father for her. Johnny has been so amazing.”

Teresa nods, her hand tightening ever so slightly on your arm as she looks back at Johnny, a proud and tender smile gracing her lips. “He’s always had a big heart, but seeing him with his own child... it’s something truly special.”

You both watch in comfortable silence as Johnny continues to sway and hum, apparently unaware that he has an audience, the room fills with the enchanting melody. The love in the air is palpable, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for this precious moment. Taking a deep breath, you turn to Teresa and speak softly, “Thank you for raising such an incredible son. I really couldn’t have asked for a better family to become a part of.”

Teresa’s eyes well up with tears, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. Her voice is filled with emotion as she whispers, “No, my dear, thank you. Thank you for bringing so much happiness into Johnny’s life, and ours. You are truly a blessing, dear.”

You hold each other for a moment, basking in the love that surrounds your little family. As you break away from the embrace, you glance back at Johnny, still lost in the world of fatherhood with your sleeping daughter in his arms.

As the late evening sets in, and you and Johnny have bid his parents goodnight, you retreat to the guest room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on the room, creating a cosy atmosphere. You gently lay your daughter down in her travel crib, careful not to wake her from her peaceful slumber. Johnny, still beaming with love and adoration, watches the two of you with a tender smile.

Once your daughter is settled, and you and Johnny have changed and brushed your teeth, you climb into bed, snuggling close to each other.

As you lay there, Johnny reaches over and intertwines his fingers with yours. He leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of affection and gratitude. You smile, feeling the same emotions swell within your heart.

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice filled with tenderness. “And I love our little girl.”

Johnny pulls you closer, his embrace comforting and reassuring. “I couldn’t ask for anything more,” he says, his voice sincere. “Everyone really loves her, huh?”

You nod with a smile, the room filled with a gentle warmth. “Yes, everyone adores her. They have good taste.”

Johnny chuckles softly, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy. “Well, who can blame them? She is truly something special.” He brushes his thumb against the back of your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “I never thought I would get her back from Maighread,” he chuckles, his voice filled with a mixture of amusement and adoration. You laugh softly, recalling how Johnny’s aunt had playfully refused to give your daughter back after holding her for the first time, claiming that she was too sweet not to keep.

“I have to say, I’m glad she finally handed her over,” you tease, playfully nudging Johnny’s side.

He grins, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Yeah, she put up quite the fight. But I prevailed in the end.”

You both share a moment of lighthearted laughter before the atmosphere turns more tender. Johnny’s expression softens as he gazes into your eyes, his voice filled with unspoken love. “I’m so grateful for you, and for our daughter. I never knew I could feel this much happiness.”

You reach up and gently cup Johnny’s cheek, your touch conveying all the love and gratitude that fills your heart. “I feel the same way,” you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity. “Having you, and our little girl, has brought so much joy and meaning into my life. I couldn’t imagine it any other way.”

Johnny’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears, his voice cracking with emotion. “I promise to always be there for you both, to protect and love you with everything I have. You two are my entire world.”

Tears well up in your own eyes as you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to Johnny’s lips. The air is filled with an electric mix of love, contentment, and a promise for a future filled with happiness. As you lay there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, you silently savour the moment, knowing that this love, this bond, is something truly extraordinary. You drift off to sleep, grateful for the blessing of having each other and excited for all the beautiful moments that lie ahead for your little family.

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After The Darkest Storm, The Sunshine Will Come - Chapter 4

Hi,

So, I know it's been a really long time since this story was updated, and I'm not sure how much interest there will be in this story now, with Mr Regal less frequently on tv, but I still absolutely love this story and as soon as I finally felt up to writing again after an indescribably difficult time, I had to go back to the story of Regency Regal and his Sunshine.

If anyone is still interested, I've tagged people who have shown interest in the story previously. I hope you enjoy.

C ❤

"Remind me, Eliza," William had just finished a sip of tea and was replacing his cup on it's saucer as he began to speak. "I'm afraid, having been so long away from home, that I cannot precisely recall all of the rules around domestic social engagements. Are we to expect a troop of visitors this morning? Are all the guests who joined us here last night expected to call upon you again today in order to thank you for your hospitality?"

He was seated at the breakfast table with his sister and her family the morning after the Gilberts had hosted their dinner party, and he was more than a little embarrassed to find himself needing to make a concerted effort to sound nonchalant as he broached the subject that had been teetering around on the tip of his tongue all morning.

He was curious, he told himself. Merely curious; that was all...never mind the flash of a pretty young face in his mind's eye when he thought of the company they had met with the previous night. His curiosity had no great deal to do with her, he sternly told himself. Though he had to admit she was unquestionably a very lovely girl, his interest in her held no hint of the romantic...not in the slightest.

Eliza looked up from her plate and smiled at her brother, shaking her head.

"You need not worry yourself, my dear Will. While it is commonly considered good form to return a visit to your hosts following a dinner party, it need not be done the immediate day afterwards, any time within the next seven night will suffice, but we do not stand so much on ceremony here in the country as they do in town, we all know one another so well that these visits of etiquette are frequently overlooked entirely...there is no need to fear an intrusion upon your tranquility today."

William felt his heart sink at this and he scolded himself for it. Surely he could not in all seriousness be so enamoured with that young woman after meeting her twice (and the first time only very briefly) as to make him disappointed at not seeing her again so soon.

'Oh, but that first brief meeting was enough to spark a great interest!' He thought, 'What spirit and bravery she had displayed approaching a strange man (dead for all she knew) in the dark and stormy lane...what vivacity she had shown in her interactions and responses once she found the man to be alive...and thoroughly cantankerous.'

No. No. He was not enamoured. He was curious. Curiosity about her had driven him close to insanity in the days between their two meetings, and meeting her again had only made him wish to know her more...but there was nothing romantic about it at all.

"Say, William, you appear disappointed?" Mr Gilbert commented with a smile, bringing William's attention back from his troubled thoughts. "Your return to dry land as a man of wealth and property has not turned you into one of these men of fashion who needs company and entertainment in order to make it through a day, now surely?"

William forced himself to laugh, and attempted to think up a reason for his apparently ill hidden dejection.

"Disappointed? No, indeed! You know me, I can go days or even weeks entirely isolated and be none the worse off for it."

"You do look a little downhearted, Uncle." Eleanor added from across the table. Her delicate features were tugging into a frown as she carefully observed her uncle.

"Oh-ho, perhaps your Uncle met a lady that he liked last night, Eleanor?" Mr Gilbert suggested to his daughter, with a jovial smile and twinkling eyes. "The eldest Miss Bryce is rather lovely, as is the eldest Miss Beckett...though he did not speak to either of them a great deal...oh, but he was sat beside Mrs Clarke during dinner, you know, perhaps she has caught his eye!"

John Gilbert was smiling at his own good humoured teasing, knowing full well that his brother had no interest in taking a wife (no matter how handsome a woman the widowed Mrs Clarke was) but that didn't stop William from choking on his tea at the suggestion.

"Mrs- ahem - Mrs Clarke?!" He sputtered, while his sister looked on alarmed and her husband chuckled.

"Am I to judge by that reaction that I am correct, sir?"

"I - ahem - Thank you, Henry. I am quite alright." William smiled and nodded to the small boy who was sat beside him, patting his back in so gentle a manner that his aid could barely be felt and most certainly would not have been any assistance had his patient been truly in danger of choking. As it was, however, Henry smiled back proudly, pleased to have saved his brave sea-captain uncle from choking at the breakfast table and went back to his food. William turned to look at his brother and replied in as firm a tone as he could muster after such a fit of coughing. "No, John, you are not correct."

John laughed, "Oh, poor Mrs Clarke! Did she not please you, Will?"

William laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Mrs Clarke seems like a very...amiable...woman, but it was not her of whom I was thinking."

Upon seeing the faces of his fellow diners, he immediately realised his mistake.

"Ah, so there is someone that you had been hoping to see again?" John Gilbert's sharp eyes sparkled with mirth.

William wracked his brain in a state of mild panic until an answer not too far from the truth presented itself.

"Mr Beckett!" He said, a touch too loudly, though he carried on as though everything were completely normal. "He and I had been having a very enjoyable conversation last night, before we were required to stop for dinner...and I had been rather hoping for an opportunity to continue it....he seems like a very good sort of fellow and one that I should not be displeased to know more of."

"Oh! Oh, yes, he is a very good man." Eliza smiled, clearly a little surprised but pleased that her brother had found someone amongst her neighbours with whom he could happily converse. "He is such a dear gentleman."

"That he is!" Mr Gilbert concurred. "But, I'm afraid that you will have very little chance of seeing him today. A dinner party such as we hosted last night is usually enough to make him tired of all society for a week!"

"Oh." William nodded. "Pitty..."

"Do not look so disappointed, Will," his sister comforted him. "Mr Beckett will not want to stray far from home for a while now, but Mrs Beckett is likely to invite us to dinner in return before the week is out, she spoke of such an invitation as we were parting last evening. You will then be able to speak with Mr Beckett to your heart's content, especially as it's likely to be a much smaller gathering."

"Ah, well, that does sound pleasant. A small gathering is much more to my tastes."

"Oh, was my social gathering of fourteen people, including ourselves, so very terrible?" Eliza looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Will shook his head and smilingly reassured his sister that her dinner party had been most enjoyable, explaining that he had only meant that he likes to have the opportunity to speak with people on a more intimate level in order to get to know them.

Eliza accepted her brother's excuses with a good-hearted chuckle and conversation moved on to other things.

After breakfast was finished, William set out to fulfil the promise he made to his nieces and nephews the previous evening. They all went out into the garden and the children rode the Captain's fine horse, the two littlest ones sitting together upon the saddle, squirming and giggling with delight as their Uncle led them up and down the expanse of grass beside the house. Afterwards, Henry became a gallant knight, and had let out fierce battle cries with a stick for a sword as his uncle ran with his hand tightly gripping Arion's reins as the horse moved somewhere between a trot and a canter. Eleanor hadn't needed to be led, she rode along the gravel pathways at a steady walk. William had stayed close by to her, just in case anything spooked the animal again, and fought back an affectionate smile as he watched his young niece consciously maintaining her lady-like posture and expression while riding the horse which was far too big for her. After riding and playing pirates and navy in the gardens and being tossed in the air for the entire morning, the little ones grew tired, and after a small lunch the three youngest Gilbert children retired to the nursery for a rest.

Captain Regal took this opportunity to seek some exercise for himself, and declared his inclination for an afternoon ride. Upon hearing of her Uncle's intentions, Eleanor begged to be allowed to accompany him and after receiving her mother's permission the pair set out for the nearby village, Regal riding his fine, if somewhat flighty, horse while Eleanor sat upon her own sweet little pony.

The journey to the village was not a long one, and the two riders had soon reached the little main street, where William immediately noticed a display of prettily shaped and decorated gingerbread biscuits in the window of the bakery. His mind travelled at once to his conversation with his Miss Sunshine the night before; "aside from a little lack of appetite, I am entirely well again...and that symptom, I am sure, could quite easily be fixed by some gingerbread or baked apples."

Captain Regal had not noticed that he had ridden closer to the window of the bakery until his niece's exclamation brought him to his senses.

"Oh, Uncle....what sweet biscuits! Do you know who likes gingerbread?" She did not stop for a response, "Miss Y/N Beckett. She always used to bring some when she came to visit us, it's her favourite."

"Oh, is it, indeed?" William smiled at Eleanor as a plan formed in his mind. "How do you think she would like it if we were to take some to her on our way home? After all, her mama did say she has been rather unwell lately...perhaps they would cheer her up."

"Oh, Uncle! Can we really? I think she would love that above all things!"

William smiled fondly at his niece and made ready to dismount his horse.

"Of course we can, petal. Let us go inside."

Y/N Beckett was sitting beneath a tree in a sunny part of the garden, a book resting on her lap, though she was not reading it. Instead, Y/N was watching the squirrels scurrying to and fro between the many trees surrounding her, gathering acorns and horse chestnuts for the cold months ahead. She always loved this time of year, the riot of colour which took hold of the world for a few short weeks, the hectic busyness of the many little creatures which inhabited the countryside, the delightful mixture of bright sunshine and crisp air. She felt that she could sit in this way forever and not grow weary of the scene. But within a moment, her mind had contradicted her.

Did she not feel a burning desire to leave Staffordshire? Did she not long to see the country beyond its borders? To see the ocean?

She sighed in resignation. It was true. She did long for all of those things and no matter how beautiful Farwell was, or how much she loved her home, she believed that she would never be satisfied without seeing more of the world.

She glanced down at the book on her lap, "Homer's Odyssey" and thought of the pale sands and cerulean seas that she had heard of the night before. She tilted her head back against the rough bark of the great oak behind her and tried to envision the scenes that Captain Regal had described to her in such detail. She could see it now, shorelines of soft sand being caressed by slow, gentle waves of glimmering blue, crowned with dazzling flecks of white foam. She imagined majestic mountains rising up from the shore, olive trees and scrubs of grass covering the sides of the slopes as they reached towards the cloudless blue sky up above. It seemed to her that the light of the autumn sun which shone upon her face transformed into warmth of the Mediterranean sun, the oak at her back became an ancient, twisted olive tree like the ones Captain Regal had described. Her cheeks grew warm when her mind decided to show her the man himself riding along the beach towards her, his large, strong frame looking grand and godlike upon the magnificent horse he had been riding when they first met. As he approached, he smiled at her, not the polite smile that he gave to her when her father or his sister had been paying attention, but the other one that he only seemed to use when no other eyes were upon him but her own. The smile that made her cheeks and belly burn. She could almost hear the gentle tread of horses hooves approaching and part of her mind, that little part that wasn't lost in fantasy, supposed that her mind must be creating that sound most vividly as she had no idea what ocean waves sounded like, nor what calls the birds in Greece might make to one another. She felt her heart beat a little faster as the Captain Regal in her mind drew nearer.

"Good day, Miss Sunshine."

That was not in her mind. No matter how vividly she could recall his voice, she was certain that the voice she had just heard was as real as the tree at her back.

All at once, Miss Beckett's eyes flew open and she lifted her head from its resting spot against the tree. In front of her, mounted upon his horse as he had been in her mind only moments ago, sat Captain Regal himself, smiling down at her with the exact same smile she had just been imagining.

For a moment she was lost for words, she could neither think nor speak nor move. All she could do was look up at that mountain of a man before her and into his bright, smiling eyes. But then, a movement to his left caught her attention and she shifted her gaze to see what it was.

"Hello, Y/N." Eleanor Gilbert had just brought her pony to rest at the side of her Uncle's hunter, her sweet face shining from excitement and exercise. The Captain's expression changed at once, his polite smile immediately taking the place of the more mischievous one that he had worn just moments before.

"Good - good afternoon, Eleanor." Y/N stammered, looking up at her dear little friend. "Good afternoon, Captain." She added, looking nervously towards Captain Regal.

As Y/N made to stand up, Captain Regal leapt down from his horse and was before her in an instant, holding his ungloved hand out to assist her. She gazed at his outstretched fingers, pondering the fact that he had chosen to ride without gloves, against the fashion and practise of most gentlemen.

"Allow me to assist you." He offered. His voice was all politeness and propriety until he leant a little further towards her and finished his sentence with a hushed,

"Miss Sunshine."

The words fell from his lips in voice dripping with mischief and a tone that Y/N did not fully understand, though it made her heart flutter all the same.

Y/N reached forward without even realising it, and placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet and up to stand before him. Y/N and the Captain simultaneously looked down at their ungloved hands, his fingers slightly tightening around her own, which she felt certain would have been trembling had he not been holding them.

"We have come to call on you, Miss Beckett." Captain Regal informed her, his voice casual and confident as he held onto her hand a little longer than necessary and her heart hammered against her ribs in a most peculiar way. He turned to gesture at his niece, still seated in her saddle, as he informed Miss Beckett of the reason for their visit.

"Eleanor and I had ridden into the village when we passed by the baker's shop, which had some delightful gingerbread biscuits in the window. Knowing how much you like the treats, I - erm - " he paused for a moment, his calm demeanor appearing to slip briefly before he regained control and he gestured to Eleanor again,. "my dear niece, thought it would be pleasant to bring some to you, to see if we can tempt your appetite back."

William watched with softhearted amusement as an endearing expression of confusion spread across Miss Sunshine's face and he could not help but smile when she spoke in a flustered voice.

"Oh! Well, that is very kind of you both!" Y/N exclaimed, looking from William to Eleanor as he mentioned his niece.

"I am certain you will love them, Y/N. They are such pretty biscuits!" Will half-heard Eleanor gush without taking his eyes from the face of Miss Sunshine, the warmth of her delicate hand lingering on his fingers even though he had let go of her when she turned to look at his niece. He was unsure if it was seeing her in the bright light of a fine autumn day, or if he had simply not paid enough attention before, but he could not help but feel that, as handsome as he had always believed her to be, Miss Sunshine looked even more lovely than he had remembered.

"Are they not, uncle?"

Regal, who was not expecting to be called on to speak, started at this and turned quickly from Miss Sunshine to look at Eleanor's smiling face.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes indeed, petal, delightful." He hurriedly replied, hoping that he had not missed anything and that his response was appropriate.

William saw Eleanor's face light up even more at his words, leading him to believe that he had answered correctly, and he was relieved when she went on to ask that he retrieve the biscuits from his saddle bag, as it gave him an acceptable excuse to keep his eyes from Miss Sunshine while he regained his composure.

William turned to hand the small package of treats to his niece, but she silently gestured towards Miss Sunshine, as though to tell him who they were for, and so he found it fell to him to present the gift.

Miss Sunshine took the package in a shy, flustered manner and offered thanks again and again as she looked from Regal to his niece. After both had dismissed all need for thanks, Sunshine looked over her shoulder towards her home before looking back at Eleanor.

"But you must both come inside and try these biscuits for yourselves! I'm sure you must not have tasted these biscuits these two years at least, Eleanor, and Captain Regal, I don't know that you have ever sampled Mr Johnson's fine baking?"

"No, I cannot say that I have had the pleasure, Miss, though I must say the shop smelled wonderful." William acknowledged with a smile.

He glanced back to his niece and saw that she was positively glowing with delight at the invitation and so decided that he should agree to the invitation...for Eleanor's sake, of course.

He took a few steps back to his niece's pony, he had wandered closer to Sunshine without even noticing, and lifted her down from her saddle with ease. As soon as her feet hit the ground, Eleanor rushed to Miss Sunshine's side and slipped her hand into the crook of her arm , smiling up at her with an adoring glow. Sunshine smiled down at her with an expression so joyful and open that William thought she had never looked so lovely, and then she turned that dazzling smile towards him and he felt as though his heart had stopped.

"Follow me, Captain Regal, you are in for such a treat."

Regal watched dumbfounded as she took hold of Eleanor's pony's reins, then walked lightly away down the gravelled path. He remained frozen for a moment, admiring the graceful, hypnotic movement of her body and the way the light glinted off of her uncovered hair. Then, he let out a shaky puff of breath and began to follow his Sunshine.

"Well...I am certainly in for something..."

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wweshmutznstuff · 3 months

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Kili x reader angst where they're courting so reader has in the braids and beads et. But reader gets taken during a fight as a prisoner and they punish her by cutting off her hair n such and she's so apologetic and guilty to kili when he sees but he just sees red because whoever they were fighting violated his love (cuz in dwarf culture that's cruel). Angst comfort mega combo

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Angst. Comfort. A bit of fighting and a bit of trauma but thats it.

A/N: Moving from one city to the other really takes it out of ya. Anyway! I am now back and writing again. Omg I LOVE this request so much! Much fluff. Much feels. :3

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

You couldn’t help but feel giddy. More then once your hand would raise to the newly formed braid in your hair. It rested beside your left temple and you could still feel the warmth of Kili’s fingers where he had braided it not even a few hours ago. It felt strange to have a new braid, but one you were more then proud to wear. The bead and braid both signified your status with the Royal Family. But more then that. It told the world that you and Kili belonged to one another.

Placing the last of the packs onto the cart, you gave a small nod to the driver who stirred the ponies into motion and began carting the now loaded goods back to Erebor. You had been traveling with the tradesmen to exchange goods with a nearby village. Your ailing father had not been able to make the trip, and being his only child, the duty had fallen on your head. Two members of the Royal Family, namely Thorin and Kili had decided to accompany the party in hopes of forming some alliance with the village Master.

It had been the night before that Kili had requested your presence. You had been confused at his strange behavior. Normally, Kili would be full of words and he never had a problem to articulate them. That night though, he had been stumbling over his words and when he had finally caught on to your confusion, he had simply held the bead out to you.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

It was true your feelings for the young prince were rather strong and deep, but you had never imagined that his ran just as deep as yours. Tears had filled your eyes, but you had blinked them away before reaching up to pull down the hood of your cloak. Kili had stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to take a section of your hair which he then began to braid. The two of you were silent as he expertly attached the bead with his family crest at the end of the now finished braid. The silence made the moment all the more intimate.

As soon as it was done, you gave him no warning before you had jumped into his arms had embraced him tightly. The small clearing now rang with joyous laughter as he spun you around, before setting you down and sealing the moment with a kiss.

You were so lost in reliving the memory of last night that you did not notice the strange dwarf approaching you from behind. Not until it was too late.

Fleeing was not an option, as several dwarfs began to attack the ones she had come with. You could only struggle helplessly as you and several other dwarfs were thrown in the back of a cart and the thieves made quick work of escaping, taking whatever loot they had gathered, and whoever they had captured.

Including you.

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It had all happened rather quickly.

The dwarfs had taken several hostages, including you, but it had taken next to no time for the soldiers of Erebor to be dispatched to rescue everyone. However, the few hours you were held hostage was enough for a few things to transpire.

One of the kidnappers was tormenting an old dwarf, kicking him around to make him walk faster. Not being able to sit quietly, you had snapped at the abuser, prompting him to turn his attention to you. He had told you to shut up, before turning back to his previous task. You had picked up a rock and thrown it at his head, the small projectile meeting its mark.

Only once his attention turned to you, did you realize that perhaps you shouldn’t have done that. He marched over to you, before yanking you away from the group of kidnapped dwarfs huddled together for safety. You had kicked and screamed the entire time, yet your cries fell on deaf ears. Multiple kicks were aimed at your torso and face, yet they did not hurt as much as when the dwarf yanked at your hair.

Once his greedy eyes landed on the bead Kili had gifted you, his lips pulled into a menacing smile. Pulling out a wicked looking dagger, the dwarf carelessly chopped off the braid Kili had so lovingly braided. You barely noticed as the steel of the blade cut across your forehead, you cried in despair as the braid with the bead was thrown in a nearby fire where it smoldered to nothing.

It was only seconds later that the warriors sent to rescue you fell upon the enemy emitting blood curdling war cries. Yet you barely noticed as you continued to stare into the depths of the small fire, tears filling your eyes, as you mourned the loss of something so small, yet so significant.

Feeling a warm hand being placed on your shoulder, you glanced up to see Dwalin looking down at you with a kind and gentle expression. Slowly, you allowed him to guide you to where his pony stood waiting. He helped you onto the animal, before getting behind you. You barely noticed anything and anyone around you as the triumphant rescue party began to trek back to Erebor with the kidnappers in tow.

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To say Kili was beside himself with worry would be an understatement. The moment he had realized what had happened, and that you had been one of the dwarfs kidnapped, he had wanted to take the first pony and run after you. His uncle, however, had other ideas. Fear of this being a plot to draw the royals of Erebor out in the open, Thorin had decided to send his best warriors, led by Dwalin, to retrieve you and the other dwarfs. Still it did not stop Kili from screaming at his Uncle to let him go, neither did it stop him from telling Fili off for siding with Thorin.

His heart felt as if it would beat right out of his chest. His mind raced with thoughts of you. Every single moment you had both shared, before being replaced by the sight of you broken and hurt lying somewhere out in the open. For hours he paced the ramparts of the mountain, looking over at the horizon, to try and catch a glimpse of the returning warriors.

It was a few hours later that he heard the distant call of a horn. All over the mountain horns began to blow, signalling the return of the rescue party. Kili was the first one at the gates, straining to catch a glimpse of you as the small band of dwarfs approached. Dwalin rode at the very front and reached first. He was quick to dismount, before moving to help lift your trembling body from the back of the pony and set you on the ground.

A wave of dizziness overcame you, as you swayed on your feet, yet the feeling of two familiar arms wrapping around you and supporting your body, was able to give you a little strength. You raised your wide eyes to look at Kili’s face. The sight of him, looking so worried and relieved, broke whatever shred of control you had as you collapsed against him and began to sob over your loss.

“I’m sorry, Kili. I am so sorry. I-I lost the bead you gave me. T-th-they cut my braid and I tried to save the bead but they threw it in the fire. I-I c-couln’t-” Here your strength seemed to fail you as your knees collapsed underneath you. Luckily, Kili was there to catch you. Wrapping his arms more firmly around your frame, he pulled you close. Briefly the world around the two of you disappeared as he comforted you.

His face was buried in your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in your ear. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his clothes as the trauma finally registered in your mind. So far you had been focused on protecting and helping the other captives. But now? With Kili’s arms around you, you simply could not hold yourself together. Your body shook with each sob as Kili pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

The Dwarf Clan that had decided to attack the citizens of Erebor were more then a little nervous now. They had no idea who you were. No idea that you were the betrothed of a Prince of Erebor. Each dwarf shuffled nervously as Kili finally raised his head to look at each of the dwarfs in turn.

His eyes held a rage that made his hands tremble as his gaze swept over the villains. They would pay. Every single one of them would be held accountable for the horror they had inflicted upon his beloved.

“My son?”

His attention was briefly diverted by the presence of his mother. Behind her stood his Uncle and brother, alongside many other dwarfs who were greeting their own loved ones that had been kidnapped. When they had arrived, Kili had no idea. Dis reached out to gently extract you from his embrace. Kili moved to protest but a look from his mother had him stay silent. “I shall take care of Y/N. See her injuries are not severe.” Her eyes flitted to the captured dwarfs. Kili could see fury in his mother’s eyes as well, mirroring his own. But he knew Y/N needed to be taken away. He had no desire for you to see what he was about to do the captured dwarfs.

Nodding, Kili reached out to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will see you soon, my heart.” He whispered to you in Khuzdul. You raised your tear-stained cheeks to meet his gaze as Dis gently pulled you away. You followed the motherly dwarf after a parting look to your betrothed.

Once you had safely entered the mountain, Kili turned his attention back to the Dwarf Clan that had dared take you from him. He glanced at his brother and Uncle. The former’s anger was equal to his own, since he considered you family and hated to see you hurt and in despair. His Uncle simply raised his hand and spoke. “They will be punished however you see fit, sister-son.”

The dark look that crossed over Kili’s features had the Dwarf Clan regretting what they had done, and praying he would show some leniency.

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As soon as you had returned to your chambers, Dis had shooed your handmaidens so that they may prepare a warm bath. The older female dwarf had held you close to her side as the handmaidens prepared the bath for you. Though as soon as everything had been laid out and she was in the large tub, you spoke.

"If you don't mind, Mother, I want to be alone."

You didn't want be in anyone's presence at the moment, wanting to grieve the small yet significant loss on your own. Dis seemed to understand the reasoning behind your words and gave a small nod. Once the handmaidens had departed, Dis leaned down to press a motherly kiss to your brow.

"If you need to speak to anyone my dear, let me know." With a parting smile she left.

You had no idea how long you sat in the tub for. Her hand hung around you, unbound and free, floating in the warm water. Taking a small breath, you submerged completely in the water, closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth of the water to envelope your tired aching body. You could've stayed down in the cocoon of safety forever, but you needed to breath.

Emerging from the depths, you took a deep breath.

You didn't know for how long you sat in the water, feeling utterly numb and refusing to let yourself acknowledge what had happened. Perhaps it would be wise to simply move forward from the event.

Pretend it hadn't even happened.

It wasn't until you started to shiver from the now cold water that you stepped out of the bath, and wrapped a warm thick robe around your body. Water trickled from your hair, leaving a small puddle as you walked towards the vanity. Your fingers brushed against the handle of your comb when your gaze shifted to look in the mirror. The sight of your empty eyes, and the lack of the braid Kili had so lovingly put in your hair was the breaking point.

A whimper echoed in your chambers, followed by the sound of sobbing as you let loose the pain and horror. It finally sank in just how frightened you had been. Terrified. And amidst what had happened, you had lost something so so so precious.

The thought only made you sob all the more harder.

You didn't hear the door to your room opening, didn't catch sight of the pained look that overtook Kili's features as he ran to gather you in his arms.

"What is it my heart? What hurts?" He asked, checking you over to make sure there was no serious injury. You shook your head, just clutching to him. It took a little while before your sobs subsided and you calmed down enough to take a deep breath and speak.

"I'm sorry." The word hadn't even left your mouth before Kili cut you off. "You need not be sorry for anything my love. Nothing is your fault." His hand gently caressed the small area near your forehead where your braid had hung just this morning. You averted your gaze, shame coloring your cheeks, but he grasped your chin, and gently turned your head to look at him.

"I ran into Mother on my way hear. And she gave me something." So saying, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small bead. It was beautifully crafted, and she could see the skill behind it despite the tears still welling in her eyes.

"My father gave this to my mother, when they were betrothed. And now she wants you to wear it." Your eyes widened and you shook your head. "Kili, I couldn't this is your father's gift to your mother." You said, leaning away from him slightly.

He smiled. "She considers you a daughter Y/N, she offered this to you. But should you feel strongly about it you can wear this for a few days while I create another betrothal bead for you." He said, his fingers already grasping a new section of your hair. You were silent as he began to braid your hair anew. With each lock of hair intersecting, you could feel your soul being pieced together once more.

Finally, Kili clicked the bead into place, and smiled at you. "Just as beautiful as ever." He said, his eyes meeting yours.

An involuntary giggle fell from your lips at his shameless flirting. One of the many traits that had won you over. "Thank you Kili." You closed whatever space was left between the two of you and pressed your lips to his.

His fingers buried in the hair at the back of your head as he returned the embrace. It was sweet, slow and seemed to sooth whatever leftovers the both of your had. And as he held you, you couldn't help but feel safe and loved.

"I love you, Kili." You breathed against his lips. You could feel him smile gently in response before he whispered back his response.

"And I you, Y/N."

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How the Boys Act With Their Brand New Babies

Captain John Price, John “Soap” McTavish, König, Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy, descriptions of birth (natural and cesarean), breastfeeding, established relationships/marriages, mentions of drugs (during C-Section), godparents, and I think that’s it!

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A/N: The baby fever is so real you guys. Also, the only one out of this group that screams “boy dad” is Price and no one can change my mind.

Thank you so so much to @thesleepingmusicneek for helping me with beta-reading and general plot additions with this piece and so many others I've posted recently 🥰🥰🥰

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Captain John Price (~1k words)

Benjamin Price

John’s base instinct is “protector and provider” and Lord does that skyrocket with your son.

“No.”

“John.”

“I said no, not happening.” Turning, he held your son out of your mother’s reach. “She hasn’t washed her hands.”

Chuckling, you crossed your arms. “Baby, I think it’ll be o -”

Reaching over to grab a bottle of hand sanitizer, he held it out to your mother. “At least sanitize.”

There was something ridiculously funny about John, your hardened soldier, holding onto this pudgy, little baby. And what made it even funnier, was that Benji had a straight face nearly the entire time; staring over at his grandmother as if to say, do what my daddy says. John and his son were two peas in a damn pod.

Watching others hold his baby wasn’t an easy task. Regardless of whether or not they were family, it made his palms sweat, made his breaths shallow and fingers fidgety. What if they dropped him? Pinched him too hard? Bounced him too fast? Made him frown or cry? And by the time his thoughts started spiraling, he’d just get up and snatch him right back.

While John was more than proud to show off your little family, he might as well have “look, don’t touch” painted across his forehead. Even his own parents didn’t have access to Benji unless they followed his standards. And family friends? Strangers at the park? Yeah, they can forget even saying hi to him.

“He is a cutie, isn’t he?” John beamed, nodding along to one of your friend’s comments. “Hey,” He then said, holding out a hand. “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I was just going to hold his little hand!”

“I don’t think so, Deb.”

“John, she’s only being nice.” Chastising him lightly, you tilted your head with sympathy.

“Nice or not, she’s not touching my son.”

John acted as if everyone was out to snatch up his son and take off running. And he didn’t care if he hurt anyone’s feelings in the process of protecting him.

“Love, you’ve got to be nicer.”

“Why?”

“Because these are our friends, our family!”

“Just keeping him safe,” He then turned to the chubby bundle in his arms. “That’s all.”

As per usual, Benji had that straight look on his face, expression matching that of his father. And Christ, do they look alike. He’s practically a carbon copy of John.

Shaking your head, you chuckle. “You and your mini me.”

And John’s face lifts with the brightest grin, cheeks cherry red with happiness. “Handsome chap.” He says, bouncing Benji on his lap.

Try as you might, there’s no changing John’s mind. In order to keep your baby boy happy and healthy, everyone and everything had to be clean. John ran a tight ship, something you’ve gotten used to in your marriage. And, you figure, in the end it’s only helping Benji.

When it came to the birth of your son, John made sure to have a plan. You and your doctors discussed a scheduled C-Section beforehand, and the two of you adapted well to this. They informed you of every detail, and after that, you discussed things on your own end. Back at home, John helped you devise a game plan, a list of things that you’d need and the exact steps to take when the day came. And when the moment finally arrived, everything went surprisingly smooth.

While it was difficult for John to see you under the influence of so many narcotics, that was the least of his worries. During your procedure, he focused on yours and the baby’s health. And even though you weren’t entirely conscious, he made sure to stay by your side. While you bore the weight of the most intense struggles, your husband intended to take on the burdens of every other task that he possibly could. That meant aiding in your recovery, and your son’s growth.

Once home, John was your round-the-clock nurse. On a timed schedule, he’d clean your incision and make sure it was healing well. He kept your nightstand fully stocked with water and pain medicine, as well as your comfiest heating pad. The ensuite had all the postpartum pads you could need, and he never left you alone in the shower. When it came to Benji, John did all of the nighttime feedings, and all of the nappie changings. He didn’t want you lifting a single finger, not while you were resting.

In the evening, John often cuddled in bed with you, bringing Benjamin along to nestle between your bodies. You both admired him, pet him softly and kissed his little hands and big, round belly. It was mesmerizing to you, the fact that you created this perfect, little soul. And while you focused your affections on your newborn son, you and John made sure to save some of it for each other, too.

“Beautiful.”

“I know,” Cooing quietly, you smiled down at him.

“No,” Shaking his head, John drew your attention back to him. “You, lovie.”

“I’ve been in bed for three days, this isn’t beautiful.” While you laugh, John tuts sadly.

“Don’t know how you could be so blind.”

But what you certainly aren’t blind to, is John’s unconditional love. And that is more healing to you than any medication on the market.

Though, that doesn’t stop the rest of the boys from trying. In their thoughtfulness, Johnny and Kyle have brought you gift baskets full of after-pregnancy goodies. Snacks and sweet drinks, fuzzy socks and cute onesies for little Benji. They were even kind enough to include postpartum pads.

“You guys are too much.” In the midst of it all, tears roll down your cheeks.

Shrugging, Kyle just grins. “Least I can do for my godson.”

Out of the entire group, John was the first to have a baby. And he wasted no time in making Kyle Benjamin’s godfather. And the boys understood; John and Kyle had a bond that exceeded brotherhood.

Of course, Simon tagged along. But he wasn’t exactly familiar with babies. Soap encouraged him to bring a gift, but all he could come up with was an Amazon gift card.

“I um, well… here. For his… things.” Ghost handed you the card awkwardly, but you smiled brightly regardless.

“Thank you, Simon.” Bringing him into a firm hug, he released a soft grunt, eventually patting your back.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny announces, “I think it’s time, Cap. Where’s that baby?”

Christ sake, John internally groans. “Have you sanitized?”

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John “Soap” McTavish (~1.2k words)

Elsie McTavish

Is so excited about the baby that he sometimes forgets himself.

“I know, I know.” He’d respond, only half annoyed.

“Just, p-please,” Reaching out with shaky hands, you watched as Johnny swung your newborn infant around in his arms. “Watch her head!”

“Aye,” Johnny sighs, rolling those beautiful blue eyes.

Pulling her to his chest, he lets her head rest on one of those broad shoulders, bouncing a bit as he pats her on the back.

“How’mie supposed to have fun with my daughter if ye won’t stop nit-pickin’?”

“Baby, I’m just, I want her to be -”

“Safe, I know, bonnie. She is safe with me.” He then grins, turning to your daughter as he holds her up in front of him. “Aren’t ye, wee lassie?

And you suppose he’s right. Being a helicopter parent isn’t fun for anybody. Besides, Johnny loves your daughter enough to keep her safe and you should trust him with her.

“Ohh,” Johnny starts, and you think, here we go again. “Elsie and her daddy, say he’s a good ‘ole laddie. He’ll keep you safe and happy. We’ll play all day and sing away, yes Elsie and her daddy.”

Your husband’s makeshift songs never ceased to put a smile on your face. Johnny was always a fun and carefree man, but with your daughter? He was the goofiest dad.

Whenever you needed rest, he’d jump right to his feet, swooping in to take her to wherever she needed to be. The changing table for a new nappie, the kitchen for a bottle, or simply to the couch to give you some much-needed alone time. There was never a complaint, never a sigh or roll of his eyes. Oftentimes, you’d stumble into a room to find Johnny enjoying himself even more than Elsie. He became so animated when reading books to her, acting out scenes and making the noises of each animal. And it made her giggle wildly. He’d fidget with the toys on her playmat while she laid with him, roll the rattles around and build with the rings and blocks. But most of all, he’d interact with her. Regardless of her being barely two months old, Johnny had full-on conversations with your daughter.

“And then what happened?” He’d ask, sounding completely interested. And she’d babble back to him, as if she was truly joining in.

Nodding, he raised his brows. “That’s wild, lass. Shouldn't have to put up with that.”

Another babble, a little giggle.

“Aye, nothing wrong with that.”

Sometimes, she’d slam her little hand, and Johnny would raise his own in defense. “Oi, no need to get political about it.”

Johnny’s newest baby obsession is doing her hair. She was born with so much of it that he decided one day, he ought to do something about it. And so, he bought a pack of colorful bows, using them to make a little mohawk in her hair. You happened to walk in on him in the middle of it one day, your daughter sitting on his lap and cooing innocently while he made her look like a rockstar.

When he looked up to find you in the doorway, he grinned. “Like it?”

And you’d be daft to say it wasn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your husband truly embraced the excitement and general fun of fatherhood. He figured enough seriousness surrounded her birth, why not make the rest of her life as joyful as can be?

It was an emergency C-Section, something neither of you were prepared for. There was no question of whether or not he’d be in the room with you, he simply put on the plastic hospital gown and cap and followed you in. His hand didn’t leave yours, not even for a second. Even though you were given medicine to dull the pain and any real feeling, he wanted you to know he was there.

When your daughter was successfully taken from your womb, things finally started calming down. After that, your health went back to normal. You didn’t lose too much blood, your stitches went in properly, and you were wheeled back to your room to start your recovery. Johnny was thanking the Lord that the two of you made it out okay, that both of his girls were safe. And while he waited for you to wake up, he sat in the room with your newborn baby, laying her over his chest while she slept.

“Little bonnie,” He whispered, kissing her head. “My Elsie girl.”

It was at that moment that she became his new best friend, his partner in crime, his perfect angel. He saw it as a privilege, really, taking care of you in your recovery while also caring for Elsie. Not everyone has this, he often thought to himself. My wonderful family.

And he couldn’t wait to show off his little clan.

As soon as she was ready for visitors, he invited everyone he possibly could. Friends, family, an entire get together just for her. And she was definitely her father’s daughter, blue eyes bright with excitement as each and every person greeted her with delight. Ever the extrovert herself, she giggled for hours, bouncing on people’s laps as they each took turns entertaining her.

“Oh, oh! And watch this!” Johnny says, setting down his glass and leaning toward his little girl. “Elsie, look at daddy!” And that’s just what she does, watching as Soap widens his eyes with his brows raised high. Perfectly, she mimics him.

“The smartest little thing!” Her nanny cheered, clapping with pride.

“Ah ken, ma!” Johnny responds to his mum, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. “She’s just a wee little thing, already clever as wits.”

And your side of the family couldn’t possibly be more proud. They’d been waiting for ages to have a grandbaby, and knew if they waited for the right time, you and Johnny would give them just that.

“Oh, what’s this about?” You chime in, frowning when Elsie suddenly begins to cry.

“She’s hungry, eh?” Your husband chuckles, reaching out to stroke her mini hand. “Go on then, go to mummy.”

The two of you were lucky enough to have a respectful family, entirely understanding of whenever you needed to take her away for a feeding. And oftentimes, Johnny would come with you. He saw it as a bonding moment, for all three of you. When he first asked, he seemed incredibly timid about it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But you thought it sweet; him holding you, while you held your baby, lulling her to sleep with your warm milk.

“She’s dozing.” Johnny whispers into your ear, head dipping to kiss your shoulder.

Together, you’d gone up to your marital bedroom, sitting up on your bed. Johnny’s back rested against the headboard, while your own rested against his firm chest. He’d butterfly his legs out, welcoming you between them and holding you close with every limb. And sitting like this, is when Elsie was the coziest.

“You’re amazin’, bonnie.” Keeping his voice hush, Johnny rests his chin on your shoulder, admiring your baby from above. “Thank you, so much.”

“What for, baby?”

“For givin’ me her, our sweet Elsie. And just… bein’ with me. You’re everything to me.”

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König (~1.2k words)

Gisela and Avelina

He had been enamored since the moment the test showed positive.

The word paternal is the perfect description for him. Even before having a baby in his arms, König embraced fatherhood wholeheartedly. He read all the baby books, took you to all your classes and participated equally in them. Every night, he’d sit by your tummy and read, talk to the baby and sing German lullabies. He thought he had everything figured out, thought he was prepared in every way.

That is, until he learned that there were two of them.

“I… I can’t believe it.”

“Oh my gosh…”

Your collective shock made the doctor giggle, continuing to inform you that not only were they identical, they were girls.

“Daughters,” König then said, eyes widening. “Two daughters…”

Worry began to swirl inside your belly from his words, his hesitancy. Glancing up at him from your lying position, you asked quietly, “Are you not… you’re not happy?”

“My love,” Releasing a quick breath, he knelt by your side, immediately taking your hand. “I couldn’t be happier.” And he was beaming. “Daughters, Schatz. We’re going to have two little girls.” (Sweetheart)

And to prepare for their arrival, he bought nearly everything in sight.

“Schatz, look! Look at what I bought for them.” (Sweetheart)

Lumbering in with three shopping bags, he sat you down in the living room to show you everything he got to welcome your baby girls into the family. One by one, he pulled each item out, displaying multiple onesies, mini dresses, bows for their hair, new blankets and swaddles, the list goes on.

“So cute,” He muttered to himself, holding up a purple dress. And just hearing this mountain of a man use the word cute made you smile from ear to ear.

“Gisela will wear pink,” Your husband decides, “And Avelina, she will dress in purple. Matching, but different, ja?”

When König found out he was having two babies, he knew he’d have no problem giving them both an equal amount of love. He never once worried about having to devote time to each of them, make them each feel cared for and adored. In his mind, it wasn’t even a question. He knew he had more than enough affection to give to each of his girls.

He’d even gone out of his way to stock up on the essentials - diapers, creams, wipes and bottles. And although the twins won’t be able to use them for a few months, he also took it upon himself to buy some toys - mostly soft blocks, rattles, play mats, and stuffies.

“They’re going to be spoiled.” You grinned, not the least bit annoyed by your husband’s overzealous preparation. How could anyone be annoyed by that?

And now that they’re here, König finally has the opportunity to truly shower them with all his love. Every nighttime feeding was, in his words, their best time to bond. When the world is quiet, and you are finally resting, it’s just him and his daughters. And with his imaginative and resourceful talents, König figured out a way to tie their bottles to their little rockers, pushing the chairs back and forth as they ate. He never wanted to feed them one at a time, he thought it cruel to have one watch their sibling eat while they themselves were hungry.

Whenever the girls were done eating, he’d hold them, lay them both over his broad, bare chest, allowing them to feel his warm skin. It comforted the girls, cuddling with their father. You thought maybe one of them might favor you, but that hope quickly dwindled. They are definitely daddy’s girls. But it was hard to be jealous when every one of this trio’s interactions were breathtakingly sweet. Their bond was something that genuinely brought a tear to your eye, in both sentimental and humorous ways.

“GG!” He calls to her, holding up his phone. This nickname for your gorgeous daughter came quickly, along with Gisela-Bella, Ella, and your personal favorite… “Meine Schnuckel!”

“What does that even mean?” Chuckling to yourself, you watch as Gisela’s father attempts to take a picture of her.

“My cutie!” He answers cheerfully, your daughter looking right at him as soon as he says it.

“Yes! Perfect, my beauties.” And then he’s leaning over to show you. “Look, look at them. The cutest things. I’m so happy Ava was already looking.”

Avenlina’s nicknames consisted of Ava, Lina-Ballerina, and… “My little Spatzi.”

As if responding to her German name, Avelina babbles back to her father, just like she always does. Between the two of them, she was certainly the talker, always chirping away, König’s little sparrow.

The photo he shows you prompts a small laugh from your end, a wide smile growing across your lips. He’d dressed them up in the most adorables outfit you’d ever seen, strawberry and blueberry dresses. GG wore the pink one, of course, with Ava in blue. Each outfit had a berry hat and matching shoes, too.

Genuinely, he could never get enough of them. Whether it was spoiling the girls with presents or giving them every bit of his time, your husband did everything he could to be the best father. But there were times he’d have no choice but to hand them over to you, their daytime feedings being one of those scenarios. Although, it’s not like he didn’t join you.

Laying beside you in bed, he shifts onto his side, watching with love in his eyes. You’ve gotten used to feeding them both, being blessed with the ability to produce enough milk to sustain them. And while sitting back against the headboard, you do just that, rocking the girls gently as they drink.

“She has my eyes, don’t you think?” Reaching over, König taps little Gisela’s chin.

And he’s right; her piercing blue gaze is just like his. “Absolutely.”

“Sie sind so schön.” Whispering, he stares up at his daughters with sincere wonder in his eyes. “You made them.” (They are so beautiful)

“I know.” Giggling, you nod in response. “Do you think Ava has my nose?” You wonder aloud, watching as their eyelids begin to droop.

“Of course, that perfect little button.” He adds, gently booping his younger daughter’s nose. Though, only younger by two minutes.

Unable to help himself, König then leans in, placing a gentle kiss to Avelina’s head, being that she’s closest to him. And then one of those large hands is lifting, petting gently at his eldest’s thin, blonde hair.

“Let me put them to bed, Schatz.” (Sweetheart)

“No,” Whining quietly, you puff out your lower lip. “I wanna.”

It was something the two of you often ‘fought’ about; neither of you could get enough of your precious daughters. Even while giving birth, he practically tried to catch them with his bare hands. He was the first to hold them, each of them, even before they were placed on your chest. It made for quite the special moment, though. It was him who laid them onto you, one at a time, your little family coming together as you finally held your daughters, your sweet babies.

To König, there was nothing more inspiring than seeing you give birth to his daughters. You were fierce, powerful, and he was there to support you every step of the way. Hell, he was practically your birthing coach. He cheered you, doted on you until you’d insisted you were okay. In his mind, no one could care for you or your daughters better than him. And that caring instinct only continues to grow as your family does.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley (~1.3k words)

Charlotte Riley

Isn’t quite sure what to do, and always looks to you for guidance.

It’s not that Simon doesn’t love his daughter, or isn’t interested in her, he’s just afraid. Afraid he’ll hurt her, make her cry or just do something wrong. He’s so big and she’s just so… little. She’s the most precious, fragile thing he’s ever seen and honestly, he’s wondering how he was even capable of making her.

“Do you want to hold her, Si?” Your voice is gentle, looking up at him with encouragement in your eyes. “She wants you.”

“I don’t know, love.”

The huge, menacing man you grew to love was quickly dwindled down to a nervous wreck when it came to your newborn daughter. He’d wring his hands, rub the back of his neck and constantly shift his stance. When Charlotte was with you, he was calm. But in literally every other scenario, he felt like he was about to lose his head.

During the birthing process, Simon was sweating bullets. You were in an ungodly amount of pain and he had no idea what to do, there wasn’t anything he could do. But after a moment, his instincts kicked in. Thanks to his background and general personality, his body often chooses to take action in these fight or flight instances. And he figured the best thing he could do was to just be there for you. He leaned down, wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept his head right beside your own, holding your hand with his free one and letting you squeeze and claw him as hard as you needed to. You called out for him, crying miserably through the pain. It tore his insides to shreds, it was heart-wrenching.

“I’m here, I promise I’m here. And you’re so strong, sweetheart. You can do this, you can.”

And now, it’s your turn to reassure him.

“I promise it’ll be okay.” Pushing your folded arms out toward your husband, you bring her just a bit closer to him. “You don’t want to hold your baby?”

“I, I feel like…”

“Don’t be nervous, Si. She loves you, she trusts you. You can do this.”

He gulped then, eyes floating down to the small bundle in your hands. Only, it’s not just a small pile of blankets. It’s his daughter, his Lottie girl. And so, with a sigh, he nods, straightening his stance.

I can do this.

With a smile on your face, you watch as he gently, slowly, takes her from your arms.

“How, how do I -”

“Support her head.” Answering softly, you show him just how to do it, gently maneuvering his strong arms and large hands. “There you go, just like that.”

At first, you were annoyed with him. Did he not pay attention in your parenting classes? Did he not actually read the books you gave him? But an honest conversation quickly put those worries to rest. Simon did pay attention, he did read those books, he had all the knowledge he needed to succeed at this. But he just didn’t trust himself with it, with her. None of those classes prepared for him an actual baby. He thought he’d surely and properly fuck this up if given the chance, but right now, he’s proving himself wrong.

“Look at you, Si.” The reassurance in your tone makes his heart beat with happiness and pride. All he wants to do is please you, both of you.

Glancing down at his daughter, Simon nods, uttering a quiet yet confident, “Yeah…”

But a breath of air is quickly sucked in when he sees her squirm, his body stiffening immediately. You hold out your hands and pause, urging him to just wait. And within seconds, she’s calming down again, tiny body snuggling into his chest.

“She, um…”

“She loves you, baby.” Stepping closer, you slide a finger over her little hand, cooing, “You love your daddy, Lottie?”

“Stop it.” He orders playfully, eyes unwavering from Charlotte’s sweet face. And when you quirk a brow at him, he continues grumpily, “Making me all emotional.”

But what you said was true, he can do this. He wants to do this.

And he does.

It takes less than a week for Simon to get used to this, becoming so comfortable with your daughter that he openly scoops her up from your arms whenever he pleases. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of how to feed or burp her yet, but he has been helping you with diaper changes. He’ll watch you perform the task or explain a piece of it, and then he’ll do it, testing the waters a bit. It’s slow, but it’s progress.

What helps with this is his best mate, having a baby of his own to demonstrate.

“Hold the bottle like this.” Johnny instructs, showing Ghost how he holds his own daughter. “Yeah!”

“Alright,” Ghost nods, voice quiet and a bit shaky.

Charlotte’s head rests on the bulk of Simon’s bicep, the rest of her body cradled on his lap. And with the bottle perfectly angled, she drinks easily and happily. Elsie does the same, but that’s nothing new.

“Have you read to her?”

“Read to her? But… she doesn’t understand it, Johnny.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Soap shrugs, grabbing his baby’s backpack to pull out some of her favorite stories. Well, Johnny’s favorite stories. “Elsie loves it! Surely my little godlassie will, too.”

How that came about, nobody really knows. It sort of just… happened, the two of them being their daughter’s godfathers. Nobody fit the role better than them, it was just common knowledge.

Opening an interactive tale about animals in the jungle, Johnny reads to the girls, their eyes watching him intently. Now that they’re done eating, they focus on Johnny and the way he’s speaking, his facial expressions and movements.

“The monkey says… ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” Reaching forward, he quickly tickles their tummies, watching as they erupt into laughter. “Here Si, you give it a go.”

Shoving the book into his hands, he watches his friend gulp. It’s as if an entire crowd is in front of him, and not his best friend and two baby girls.

“The, um… the lion says… roar.”

The girls do nothing, and Johnny rolls his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, put your heart into it! The lion says roar!”

Clearing his throat, Ghost nods, staring at the simple picture book. “The lion says… ROAR!”

But instead of giggling, the girls start crying, and Simon is tossing the book down in an instant. Scooping his daughter up into his arms again, he mutters a grumpy Christ while patting her back and bouncing her lightly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s sorry.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but Johnny can still hear him. And he smiles.

“Don’t worry about it.” Keeping his chuckles to himself, Johnny then says, “Lottie’s got a great dad. I can tell.”

“How in the bloody hell is this so hard?” His voice is still low, keeping his cheek beside her own in an attempt to comfort her.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” Soap is resting easy, having calmed his daughter down in less than a minute. “What d’ya say we have a day together? Just us four?”

“And do… what?” Simon hasn’t yet mastered the art of interacting with his tiny baby. He doesn’t know what she’s receptive to. But how will he ever know if he never tries?

“We can go to the zoo! Practice those lion roars.” Johnny jokes with a grin, watching his best mate roll his eyes. “Really though, it’ll be good for the girls.” And you, but he doesn’t say that part out loud.

“That… actually sounds nice.” The hammering heartbeat in his chest has slowed now that his daughter has grown silent, only small coos slipping from her lips.

Honestly, Simon doesn’t know what he’d do without you and Johnny. He’d be completely lost, and in more ways than one. But with your collective encouragement, he finds himself growing into his fatherly role more and more every day.

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Bonus - Uncle!Price (~500 words)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Underage drinking, mentions of drug usage, partying.

“You’re shitting me.” He says into the phone, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t mean to, Pricey. Promise!”

Charlotte’s tone on the other end of the phone only makes the situation worse; she’s very clearly inebriated. The background noise doesn’t help the conversation, either, nothing but boisterous teenagers shouting and singing.

“What pub are you at?”

“Not at one,” Hiccuping, she then swallows. “At a… party.”

“Christ, Lottie.” But he’s already walking out to his car and starting the engine. “Text me the address, lovie.”

“You won’t tell dad?” She whispers on the other end, as if Simon could somehow hear her.

“No, hun. But you’ve got to be better about this.”

It wasn’t the first time John had picked his niece up from a situation like this. Out of the group’s kids, she was definitely the partier. As soon as she hit her teenage years, she ran Simon up a goddamn wall. But she honestly didn’t mean to, she wasn’t a bad kid. She just sometimes got herself into bad situations. There had even been times at her friends' houses where she was uncomfortable and nervous, times when they’d bring hard drugs she wasn’t expecting or willing to experiment with. These situations made her far too nervous to contact her dad, fearing he’d just be angry with her. That’s where Uncle Price came in.

Of course, if she was ever hurt or in serious danger, he’d tell her parents straight away. But in these types of situations, he figures he’s helping her dodge a bullet. He knows how harsh Simon can be, and after all, she’s just a teen. At the end of the day, she’s safe, and that’s what matters.

“Thank you for calling me. Last thing we need is you driving like this, or driving with someone else like this.”

“Yeah…” Trailing off, she sighs. And in this small lull, John hears a familiar voice.

“Who -” He pauses, did he really just hear who he thought he heard?! “Who was that?!”

“Um… who?”

“You know who!”

“Is he coming?” The voice then says, and Charlotte is quick to hush him.

“Benjamin!” John shouts, eyes wide as he continues to drive. “You’re there too?!”

Handing the phone to her cousin, Benji gives the excuse of, “Had to look after her, da.”

“Yeah, right job you did there.” His father returns, nodding. “Anyone else I should know about?”

“Well… maybe.”

“Elsie! C’mon! Uncle John is almost here!”

Christ sake.

Groaning, John rubs the bridge of his nose. “You lot are out to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling his eyes, he peers out the window while at a stop light.

Internally though, John is grinning. This entire situation is reminding him of his own memories, recalling the crazier nights of his youth. What an absolute shitshow, that was. And on top of that, he didn’t have the type of parents that could get him out of tough cracks, they just didn’t understand. He had to rely on himself. And now, he’s glad these kids can rely on him, too.

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Dadbod!konig with 2 or 3 of your squealing happy kids hanging in his strong arms while he stands in the deep end of the pool cause he's so tall. Smiling at you over in the shallow end with the smallest baby. He'd be such a fun chill, dad. I just know it 😭

nonnie you're so right about this!!!! dad!bod könig who just looks so incredibly happy and relaxed in the pool outside your family home, regardless of the loud boisterous laughters of your sons, one hanging from each of könig's arms like a spidermonkey. his eyes crinkle when he spots you in your bathing suit, all soft curves with your babygirl cradled in your arms as you make your way towards your family. könig looks so good. he no longer gets deployed and instead opted for desk duty after the birth of your last child. leaving you with two boys already broke his heart each time he flew away but leaving you with two boys and his freshly born princess? he couldn't do it. but that's fine. the money is still enough to provide for your every need. the family life had changed him -- no longer did he have a well-trained six pack of steel but instead a soft tummy covered in hair. you loved it, his soft warm body beneath yours when he was holding you, his arms were still the size of your thighs though. slight laught-lines accentuate his face now and he's got the first streaks of grey in his hair yet he still could make your heart flutter like no other, yet you still felt like the girl who fell in love with the stoic colonel.

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könig and his partner who collect sylvanian families. they see a little bear and tell könig that that's him. he sees a little white cat and tells his partner that that's them. and whenever its a whole sylvanian family with babies and all könig is like "how im trying to be 💯💯"

Sylvannian Family [König x Reader Headcanons]

Warnings: FLUFF, LOTS OF FLUFF, Very Mild Mention of Smut at the End (None Explicitly Depicted), No Pronouns Used for Reader Except 'You'.

This is so cute and wholesome, I–

Okay, so you and König are out at your local toy store, looking at Sylvannian Families figures.

They’re all ridiculously expensive – as is the furniture – but by god are they worth the price.

Your arm linked with König’s, you spot a character set with a little brown bear in overalls.

You poked König, then pointed to the bear.

“Aww, Sweetie, look! It’s you!” You smiled up at König, whose face broke out into light. His cheeks began to tinge the slightest shade of pink.

“Oh?” he said, smiling. “Is that how you see me?”

You couldn’t stop beaming. Neither could König.

“Mhm! My bear; my big, boyfriend bear!”

König gave a laugh and looked back to the shelf. He squinted, crouched down and picked up a box.

He presented it to you.

Inside was another character, all by their lonesome. A small cat with large black eyes.

He smiled, triumphant.

“And here’s you.” König said, passing you the box.

You looked down at it in your hands, feeling the imprint of love König’s hands had left on it.

“My pretty little kitty,” he patted your head. You felt the urge to purr.

“Oh, König,” you said. You unfurled from around his arm and reached up, cupping his cheek and placing a kiss there.

You both decided to buy the bear and the cat, continuing your hunt for a Sylvannian Families set you already didn’t have.

And, just a metre or so away, König made a discovery.

He urged you to see what he’d seen, held you close to him as he pointed to a set.

You could feel König’s heart pounding against your back, his warmth – love – engulfing you.

The set was of two bunnies, taller than the three which stood beside them – their children. Two of them were small – very small – while the last was just a baby, swaddled in a tiny yellow blanket.

You felt your face blossom into pink. König rested his chin on top of your head.

“That’s how I want to be,” he said.

You tried to turn around, to look him in his eyes and unravel the meaning hidden there, but he didn’t let you.

He just held you, tightly, in his arms.

“I want to have this with you.”

You were at a loss for words.

Only after König placed a slow, warm kiss to your crown did he let you see him.

His face matched yours, red in some places and pink in others, lit with love.

You couldn’t stop the smile lifting your cheeks, crinkling your eyes and lighting up the whole store.

“Really?” you asked, breathy.

König nodded, his lips drawn into a thick smile.

“You want to have a family with me, Köni?”

You needed to ask again – needed to be sure that this was real and not some dream bestowed upon you by a bored god.

König leaned down, slowly, slowly, and encompassed your lips with his, consuming them and all the words you wanted to spill from them.

Your hands took König’s face in their palms, smoothing his cheeks, his sideburns, memorising the landscape of his burning face as they had many lifetimes before.

That night, König took you to bed early, pulling you against him, conjoining with you and never wanting to let go.

He injected his love into you, gave you every inch of him as you did to him, promising you a life of nothing but devotion and adoration.

Just a room away, half-spilled out of a toy store shopping bag, peeked a family of bunnies.

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YN'S MYSTERY MAN

dallas winston x curtis sister!reader

in which dallas winston is dating the curtis sister, YN, secretly. aka three times the gang almost found out about dallas and y/n and the one time they did.

warnings blood/cuts/gashes (non-descriptive) and some suggestive content (making out). this is unedited and not proofread. please disregard any spelling or grammatical errors :)

01. WHO'S IN Y/N'S BED ? ? ?

It’s Saturday morning at the Curtis house, and god forbid Twobit makes a quiet entrance.

"Morning, losers!" he yells, heading towards the fridge to grab the chocolate cake. He's so focused on catching Mickey on TV that he doesn't even take inventory of who's around.

Steve and Soda are still reeling themselves in from the night prior, Ponyboy and Johnny sit in the corner talking quietly about god knows what, and Darry is nearly ready to go to work.

Only two are missing.

—

Dallas lies awake, and Y/N is battling unconsciousness snuggled in next to him. The curtains to your bedroom window are open and the sun is peeping through onto your face. Dally cannot comprehend any of it. How your soft breaths feel on his chest and how he can feel your heartbeat occasionally. He can't fathom that he, Dallas Winston, is trying to stay as still as possible to avoid waking you up (who has he become?????). But most of all, he cannot believe that his friends, your family, are in the room next to yours and they know nothing.

It had been a mutual decision to keep the relationship a secret. Dallas knew what people had thought of him, that he was a player and moved continuously from one girl to the next. He wanted time to prove to them, and himself, that he was worthy of you. You didn't want your brothers to kill him when they found out.

When you do wake, Dallas doesn't miss a beat.

"God, it took ya long enough. Move over, my entire body is numb!" He exclaims.

"Oh shut up, Winston" you reply. He laughs quietly, and lets his hand drag up and down your back slowly. "How are we gonna getcha out of here?"

"Woahhhh what's the rush, princess? You got another guy comin' over or what?" Dallas teases. He prevents himself from actually thinking about another man touching you the way he does, it would make him furious to see his girl in the arms of someone else.

Now you're the one laughing, and perhaps a bit too loudly.

—

From the bathroom, Sodapop hears your laughter and heads toward your bedroom door. He lightly knocks, and all noises inside immediately cease. He tries the handle.

Locked.

Weird. You rarely ever lock your door.

"Y/N? Are ya in there?"

"Uh, uh, yes one second! I'll be right there."

—

Dallas is mid-way through your window, still shirtless and without shoes. Thankfully, the guys won't be able to see him from the living room as he hops onto the wet grass. You scurry over to the door, unlocking it and trying to act as nonchalant as possible (and failing miserably).

"Are you okay?" Sodapop asks.

"Oh yeah, totally fine! Just a little hungry, definitely ready for breakfast. You, Steve and Dar work all day today right? That should be good. Keep you guys busy. I think I might go to the library today."

You're rambling. Soda knows that you only do that when you're stressed or lying, and he can clearly see over your shoulder that both sides of your bed have been slept on. He knows for certain that you weren't laughing uncontrollably alone in your bedroom. He knows someone else was in there, but he doesn't have time to pry, his shift starts soon. Instead, he says "nice. Take Pone with you to the library, he'd like that." and leaves you standing alone in your doorframe. You close the door and sit back down on the bed to access the damages. Soda may have struggled in high school, but he isn't a total airhead. If he knows someone was in your bed, it's only a matter of time until he finds out who it was.

What you don't hear is Soda walking back into the living room, announcing to the gang that "I think our kid sister has got herself a boyfriend."

02. DALLAS HAS THAT SAME SHIRT ! ! !

The day was horrendous. Your alarm didn't go off, so you didn't wake until Pony physically shook you into consciousness. As you scrambled to get ready, you grabbed whatever was nearest and hurriedly brushed your teeth.

You were marked late and publicly embarrassed by your least favourite teacher in your first period class.

You had no lunch, forgetting to bring one in your panicked state this morning.

By the time you collapse on the couch next to your brothers, the last thing you're hoping for is any commentary.

Steve yells over the TV, and you can already feel yourself get annoyed, "YN, I didn't know ya went to that concert. How was it?"

What?

"What are you talking about?" You open your eyes to see him pointing down at your shirt.

Dallas' shirt.

And everyone in the room looking in your direction.

He had gotten it last year at a concert, and took it off to sleep the other night, leaving it on your floor.

Fuck, you think.

"Oh yeah, uh, a while ago! Me and Lisa went. Sorry I didn't tell you, Darry." You look over at him. He shrugs his shoulders. He didn't mind Lisa, so it was really the least of his concern right now.

Johnny, sitting on the floor and leaned back on his hands, suddenly yells out "Didn't you go to that concert too, Dal? And buy the same shirt?”

"Yeah," he offers, and nothing more.

Thankfully, the gang is more concerned about finding out who your mystery boyfriend is than to worry about Dallas. If only they knew.

You avoid looking over at Dal, who is sitting on the chair opposite of your spot on the couch, for several minutes to avoid drawing suspicion to him. Then, you peer over to meet his gaze. Instantly, you see a small smirk on his face and receive a quick wink.

You know you'll never hear the end of this from him.

03. BEER PONG, BABY ! ! !

Buck's is packed—drinks are flowing and music is pumping. Dally is positively hammered and becoming more touchy by the second. Whenever Soda and Steve wander off, his hands find their way to your ass.

You both stumble up the stairs and into Dally's room when no one is looking. His lips are soft on yours and his hands are rough. He hovers over you, messily making out, when he takes a second to admire you.

"S' pretty, doll," he slurs.

The neon sign radiates in your peripheral vision, when suddenly the door flies open.

"Hey Dal-oh my god."

It was Steve.

From his angle at the door, he could only see Dally's bare back and neck, not the person underneath him.

Steve closes the door quickly and physically shakes his head to try to get rid of the memory. He wishes he could say that was the first time he had walked in on Dal and a chick.

He heads back down the stairs, mumbling when Soda finds him. "Did you get Dal?"

"Nah man, we need to find another person for the game. He's...busy.”

Soda knows what that means. "God, that guy gets around"

“No joke! First YN and her mystery man and now Dal. Somethin’s in the air…”

04. I'LL LOOK AFTER YOU . . .

A week has passed and the boys pace in the living room, preparing for a rumble. They are dressed in demin and leather, Dally standing near you. You want to tell him to stay here with you, but you know you can't. After all, a rumble ain't a rumble without Dallas Winston. Still, right before he leaves, you give his hand a discreet squeeze.

Good luck.

He squeezes back and flashes you a quick smile.

—

You pace and sit down and stand up and lay down again and again and again. As the Curtis sister, it's commonly known that you don't go to rumbles. Not only is beating up or getting beat up upsetting to you, but your brothers would never let you. The gang would never let you. Dallas would never let you.

Still, it didn't stop you from worrying constantly while the rumble occurred. They would either arrive home extremely happy—cheering, jumping, and blaring music—or extremely angry, feeling destructive. There was no middle ground

—

They were pissed.

It was in the silence that you could sense their anger. You didn't understand how bad it was until you saw Dallas sprint into the bathroom and lock the door, the other guys sinking into the living room chairs in defeat.

Concern takes over.

You want to ask how the other guys are. To see if they are okay, but your mind is on the other side of that door. Your leg bounces and knuckles crack but you can't resist. You rush over, knock a few times just to be met with a grunt and a "go away."

You pound with your fist. "Please, Dal. Let me in."

The guys watch from afar, not interjecting but seeing how this will play out. Soda is suspicious and Johnny is glad that he's not the only one worried about Dallas. Darry is confused—he's spent most of his life looking out for you but you haven't looked in anyone's direction since they got home. anyone but Dallas, at least.

there is a minute of silence at the other side of the door. You stand, hand flat against the wood and ask one more time. "please."

The boys are shocked when the door pops open for two seconds and Dallas’ cut up arm drags you into the bathroom with him. Usually, Dallas sits in his thoughts alone for several hours after a rumble, wanting no one's company. It's shocking he even came here in the first place.

Things are starting to click.

—

You stand with concern in your eyes, hands on Dallas bare chest that's covered in slashes and blood.

"Baby, what happened?"

He sighs. "There was too many of em'...a few came after me one after another. I couldn't keep up. I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Comin' here and bleedin' all over your bathroom, for starters," he says with a chuckle. It's true. "I just didn't wanna go to Bucks. I wanted-I want to see ya, doll. Then I saw ya through the window lookin all peaceful. I didn't wanna interrupt that. So I rushed in here."

"I didn't feel peaceful. I was worried for you. About you. Sit down, Dal," you motion to the toilet seat lid. He obliged, too tired to argue, and lets you clean up his injuries while he pulls you in by the back of your thighs. Occasionally, you pepper a soft kiss to his face and he can't help but melt into your touch. When you're all finished, staring at the bathroom door, you are again confronted with reality.

"Should we just get it over with?"

Dallas knows that he isn't perfect. At all. By any means. By any standard. He knows that. But he also knows that he will try everyday to be someone worth of your love.

"Yea, doll. Let's go."

You stumble out of the bathroom, side by side, with your hands interlocked.

The gang look from Dal, down to your hands, to you and back again with knowing smiles. Darry wants to ask if this is the best idea, if you're sure. But he can tell by the way Dallas softly smiles down at you and squeezes your hand that he will treat their baby sister right.

Everyone jumps up with their various reactions, seemingly forgetting that they just took a brutal beating only an hour earlier.

Later on, Steve corners YN. “Does Dally know? About your boyfriend?” And Soda can't help but fold over in laughter beside him.

“Oh you dumbass.”

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My Boyfriend's Back

Sheamus finds out an old ex is stalking you and comes up with a plan to get rid of him by pretending to be your new boyfriend, but he takes it a little too seriously. requested by @sarahmatthews7

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She's got a boyfriend anyway... (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

Hiii this is my first ever fic/drabble on Tumblr! Once upon a time, I wrote a social media tom holland fic on Wattpad (its so bad I swear), but the Phillip Graves brain rot is so strong (you've prob seen me in a TikTok comment section thirsting), and this idea I've had has been consuming me so I decided to finally write it! Any feedback is appreciated <3

Loosely based on t1975 song Sex!

gn! with mentions of a boyfriend throughout story (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, SEXUAL TENSION, cheating, light nsfw, pet names

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“Yeah it's been alright here so far, ready to go home though,” you spoke into the phone with your back leaned up on the dresser in your room at the Shadow’s base which was basically in the middle of nowhere, you couldn’t remember the name and the jet lag wasn't helping.

As the voice on the phone droned on, you instinctively started to pace around the room, now reaching for a frame of you and your boyfriend, who happened to be the voice that just sounded muffled to you now as you examined the picture like it was the first time you had seen it. The photo was taken about a year ago, it was a cute selfie from some date after dinner, a half-assed smile snuck onto your face as you recalled the memory. The framed photo was a going away gift from your boyfriend as you were whisked away on another secret Shadow’s mission.

“You still there?”, his voice cut through your thoughts, setting down the photo and leaning back onto the dresser resuming your previous position. “Yup, just tired as hell,” you felt bad for not being able to uphold a conversation but it was hard being in different time zones, he couldn't blame you for that, could he?

Trying to bring your focus back onto the conversation, a knock on the half-cracked door made you jump as you peered over to see who it was.

Phillip Graves, your commander.

The Shadow Company, after being with them for 4 years, at that point had become your second family. Working your way up through the ranks you slowly became Graves' second in command. Between the two of you, there were always some unspoken feelings, but they needed to stay that way. You had a boyfriend, a boyfriend of 3 years, a boyfriend who you loved. At least that's what Graves had to tell himself so he wouldn't continue to obsess over the idea of being with you, in really any capacity. You had always inadvertently flirted with Phillip, it was just your nature, and he was easy on the eyes. “Me or him”, Phillip always asked, part jokingly, part serious, which he would never admit. He didn't have to specify you knew what he meant. “I can’t answer that Graves and you know it,”. It’s what you said every time.

Graves waved at you from the doorway, he had taken the pleasure of swinging the once-cracked door, all the way open. He had a tendency for ignoring signs of privacy. Still, on the phone you lifted your index finger up, signaling for him to wait, you were about done with your boyfriend anyways.

“Yeah, love you too, talk soon”, clicking the phone off, and standing up off the dresser you walked over to greet the commander now in your room. You hated that you were looking forward to talking to Graves more than your boyfriend.

“Was that the old ball and chain?”Graves knew how to piss you off. “Seems you're jealous you don’t have someone to have phone sex with, Commander” winking back at him, you were in a mood tonight. Graves' face winced like he had been injured, playing into your quip. “Sweetheart, I don’t need phone sex, I can get some here whenever I want,” taking steps towards you, instinctively you walked backward trying to avoid him getting closer. The way he spoke with his southern drawl made your face hot if you could stop it you would. You weren't supposed to feel like this towards another man.

“How is he?”

You knew Graves didn't care, he wanted you to think he cared. “He’s fine, all the same back home”.

“You miss him?”

This one took you by surprise, because honestly you didn't, and you were a shit girlfriend for it, maybe it was the job that distracted you, maybe the lack of sleep, or maybe the handsome commander standing in front of you that made you forget about your “old ball and chain” back home.

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder darling, at least that's what mama always tol’ me”, you had noticed his accent got stronger when talking about home, something about a southern boy and his mom. The disapproving look you gave Phillip hinted he probably shouldn't push, some internal battle he shouldn't prod at.

“What made you come in here in the first place, Graves? Just to see how my boyfriend is, I know how fond of him you are”, Graves scoffed, “I don't even remember anymore,” his hands went up in defeat, “I’ll see you tomorrow yeah”, a soft smile crept along his face and he started to turn out of your room.

“Wait, Phillip!” trying to grab his attention before he disappeared down the barrack hallways, “Do you have a spare shirt, the rookies messed up laundry so I haven't been able to do anything yet and I need something to sleep in ''. This shouldn't have been an awkward question, you both were comfortable enough with sharing clothes and it wasn't new for either of you to help out the other. This time felt wrong though, you felt shy and almost dirty asking your commander for a shirt to sleep in, was it too intimate?

“Follow me, you can pick out your favorite”, he held your door open signaling you to lead the way to his room. The air felt different, something was different between the two of you, you just couldn't put your finger on it. By the time you reached his room, a pit formed in your stomach, playing it off as you leaned next to the door waiting for Phillip to unlock it.

“Top drawer on the right, pick a comfy one”, Graves relished in the idea of you wearing his shirt. He felt like he had won this unspoken battle between him and your boyfriend, he didn't bother to ever learn his name, it wasn't important.

Rifling through the drawers you found a worn gray cotton polo undershirt, holding it up in the mirror, it looked perfectly oversized. “I think I found a winner,” you turned to face him still holding it up, “What do you think?”

“I think you took my favorite one”, Graves' hands went to his heart like he was in pain, a fake frown painted his face, making you laugh. “Go ahead and try it on sweetheart, make sure it fits the way you like before you head back,”

“No peeking Graves” you walked towards the bed with your back to Phillip, stripping off your previous top, and slipping the new gray one on. Turning to face Graves, who was now leaning on top of his desk in the corner of the room.

“C’mere, let me see how it looks' ', you could feel his eyes on you as you walked towards him, immediately feeling shy, you shouldn't be feeling like this.

You have a boyfriend at home

Maybe if you kept telling yourself this, the butterflies in your stomach from Phillip would go away.

His hand outstretched to you as you reached him, still leaning on the desk, he raised your hand above your head, “Let's see it, darling,” as he slowly spun you around to take in a full view. You could feel your heart rate rising, something was different tonight, the causal flirting all of a sudden held so much more weight between the two of you. “Looks better on you than me, I’ll tell you that”, Phillip was chuckling to himself as he took both of your hands in his, pulling you in between his legs.

“What are we doing here Phillip?”

“Whatever you want to do '', he said it so matter of fact it almost made you sick, was this cheating? You felt dizzy, bringing your hands to your commander's shoulders to balance yourself, his hands went to your waist as he pulled you closer.

Your hands slowly made their way up to his face, almost as if they had a mind of their own. Graves could feel your internal battle as you took in every detail on his face, a finger tracing his scar while he watched you.

“Look we don't-”, you didn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence as you pulled him into you, pressing your lips to his. Both of you acting like it was your last kiss on Earth, feverishly pulling at each other for more. Graves stood up from his previous leaning on the desk, still connected to your lips, directing you towards the bed.

Fisting at Graves' shirt as you pulled his top off, and slipped the one you had borrowed a mere minutes ago off as well to match his current clothing situation. He towered over you in the bed, connecting to your neck, which was definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. Your hands found their way to Phillip’s hair as he continued to mark you as his, even though you weren't.

The guilt set in as you realized what was happening. You were a cheater, it made your stomach hurt thinking about it. Phillip sensed a shift.

“What's wrong, doll?”

“I have a boyfriend, I shouldn't be doing this' ', you said barely above a whisper, sitting up and looking around to make sure this wasn't a dream. “Hey, hey, it's alright, we don't have to do anything,” Phillip gave you a sincere smile, it only made you feel better for a second.

The worst part was you wanted him, but couldn't.

“You got a boyfriend anyway… I shouldn't have pushed it '', Graves was now sitting off the edge of the bed, putting his discarded shirt back on. “Don’t blame yourself, I wanted it just as bad”, punching his shoulder lightly hoping to lighten the mood. A small smile was thrown your way in return.

Graves stood up from the bed, bending down to grab the borrowed shirt and tossed it over to you. “Fix that boyfriend problem, and maybe our guilty consciousness won't stop us next time, how about that?”, he was leaving the door open for you, he was willing to wait. “Yeah I should probably end it, I feel like shit”, the borrowed shirt now back on as you sat on the edge of the bed where Phillip once was.

“Can I stay here tonight, I don't want to be alone,” glancing up at him, hoping he would say yes, it would be too embarrassing if he said no, especially at this point. “Of course sweetheart, whatever you want to do”, his hand snaked around the back of your head and pulled you towards him, placing a small kiss on the top of your forehead. “I'll go get you an extra blanket,”

Graves came back motioning you to lie down as he covered you in the blanket he had found and then slipped into the bed next to you. “Thank you, Phillip, I really appreciate it,” you were now facing him in the bed. His hand moved to brush some hair out of your face, “Anytime, get some rest I take it you got some things to take care of tomorrow”.

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Part 2!

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