she’s tiny, all chubby kicky legs and sticky curls of golden hair - and she’s so tight where she’s wrapped around even’s heartstrings like a pint-sized violin player.
he loves her. he loves her. he loves her so much that he can’t possibly imagine what life was before her.
today, she stands up wobbly on his thighs, little toes curling into the scratchy denim of his jeans, and she’s got her hands in fists in his collars for balance. she’s tug-tug-tugging with all two centimeters of her strength while the joy spills out of her giggling sounding like, “ba ba ba ba bay-bee.”
he’s grinning so big and he’s so gentle when he dusts a kiss to the tip of her freckled nose.
“baby! that’s right,” and he sounds like he’s singing, like she’s a song he can’t and won’t ever stop playing. “you’re my baby!”
isak’s sitting on the other couch to the side, and the happiness is blooming free and toothy on his face. seeing even with his niece is like experiencing colour for the first time, like watching a seed grow into the prettiest, wet flower at his fingertips.
chin propped on his knuckles, he watches, and he learns, and when the little baby curls up into the crook of even’s neck with a tiger yawn a while later, he whispers, “i love you.”
and the world cradles it in its palms, carries it across to even’s ears.
he kisses her mop of curls, but he meets isak’s eyes, and he promises with a smile, “i love you, too.”
ok so everyone has this weird idea that ron goes on splurges after the war but no ?? he lived his entire life without a lot of money to go around so he would be ridiculously uptight about ordering expensive and materialistic things and like, one time, him and hermione would be on a lunch date ordering some coffee and he would refuse to buy himself a larger size even though everyone knows that he overworks in the auror office and hermione’s like, fuck dude, we get it, you want your small coffee! so they walk out and ron sees these people lining the streets for the soup kitchen and he walks right over and dishes out his pouch and literally dumps all of his spare change into the donations box. and by spare change, i mean like, a lot of fucking money. ronald weasley is a good man, don’t play him dirty like that y’all
Another good prompt @rowendarkholme! What came to my mind with this AU was teen!lock. Hope that works for you! ;)
“You’re such a baby,” Eurus groaned with a roll of her eyes as she shoved her brother. “I see the way you stare at Molly like an idiot every time she comes over to study.”
“I do not,” Sherlock whispered between gritted teeth, obviously terrified his sister’s friend would hear, seeing as she was only a few meters away, reading under a tree. “Besides, isn’t Jim Moriaty-”
“He’s not the one who makes her blush and forget how to speak coherently,” Eurus cut in with weary laugh. “Leave Jim to me, stop listening to Mycroft, get out of your own head, and go ask her out!”
Sherlock stared at his sister, and then over at Molly, and then back at his sister. “Alright, fine,” he spat out and jumped up, propelled by sibling peer pressure, which Eurus always did excell at.
Eurus smiled proudly to herself as she watched him approach an instantly smiley Molly Hooper. “Thank God, finally! Was beginning to think I’d have to lock them up together in a cement room or something…”