most wonderful news

Knight in Shining Armor (Loki Lafeyson x Female Reader)

Originally posted by maryxglz


Words: 1546 (Holy shit??!)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader (platonic), OMC (kinda??? Idk I just made his name up) x Reader

Warnings: Arranged Marriages, Angst, Fluff

Summary: (Y/N) and Loki have been friends since childhood. Now that they’re older, they’ve drifted apart, Loki being too busy to spend any time with her. She’s fallen for her, but like a true warrior, she pushes her feelings aside. That is until her father promises her hand in marriage to another man. Will she be forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know? Or will the love of her life save her from him?

A/N: WOW I suck at summaries! Anyway, this is just something I wrote up last night, not thinking too much of it. I was just in a Loki mood after seeing a couple gifsets on Tumblr. So here we are! I hope you enjoy and I hope there aren’t too many mistakes. This is only my second time writing for Loki and it takes place in Asgard so I hope I did the Asgardians justice. Also, I was too lazy to proofread this one. I hope you enjoy!


You look up from your book, startled. Your mother and father enter your chambers.

“Yes?” You reply.

“We have the most wonderful news!” Your mother declares.

You furrow your brows, closing your book and cocking your head to the side. “Oh?”

Your father smiles. “I have promised your hand in marriage to a very wealthy Asgardian warrior!”

Your eyes widen. “Wh-What?!”

“Yes! Lord Deinnson.”

You feel the blood rush out of your face.

No no no no no nO NO!!

You’re out of your chair in a flash.

“How dare you?! You make such rash decisions without my consent?! Without any consideration as to whether or not my heart already lies somewhere else?!” You yell.

You can see the rage building up in your father’s eyes. “Do not speak to me that way young lady!!” He shouts

You head for the door.

Do not walk away from me!“ He screams at you. "I know what’s best for you!”

You turn and look at your parents. “You do not know me at all.”

And then you’re rushing out the door. You head down the hall, down the stairs, and out towards your family’s stables.

You throw the bridle on your horse, and jump on him, preferring to ride bareback than worry yourself with a saddle.

You let him run as fast as his legs can carry you. You let your tears fall freely as you grip his mane, burying your face in it.

You finally arrive at the castle.

You jump off of the horse, and walk up to the heavily guarded entrance.

“Name?” A guard asks.

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am a friend of Prince Loki Laufeyson.”

“Did he summon you?”

“N-No but-”

“You are not permitted here.”

Tears flood your eyes again. “P-Please I-”

“GO!!!” He yells, causing you to shrink.

You can only nod, as you walk back to where your horse is waiting.

“Lady (Y/N)?”

You turn at the sound of Thor’s familiar voice.

“Thor…” You say, gratefully.

He furrows his brows when he sees your tear streaked cheeks.

“What ails you (Y/N)?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“Something I’d rather not discuss. But I need to see your brother. Please.”

He nods and turns to the guards. “See that her steed is put in the stables.” He says to one, who nods and leads your horse away.

“Why did you turn her away?” He practically growls at the guard who had given you a hard time.

His eyes widen. “I-I-I didn’t realize- My most sincere apologies Your Majesty.”

Thor huffs. “Don’t apologize to me.” He gestures to you.

The guard’s face reddens. “Of course. My most sincere apologies Lady (Y/N).” He bows, before opening the gates. “Right this way.”

You nod, and let him lead you into the palace.

You’re led up to his chambers.

The guard knocks, and you hear a familiar ‘Come in.’. The guard pokes his head in and tells Loki who you were. Then the guard opens the door wider and lets you in.

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Loki says to him.

Once you two are alone, Loki allows himself to smile. It’d been too long since he last saw you.

But his smile falters when he sees the look in your eyes.

“What is it my darling flower?”

And then you can’t hold it in any longer. You let yourself cry.

He has his arms around you in an instant. You bury your face in him chest, inhaling his scent, letting it wash over you.

“Shh, come my darling.” He murmurs, leading you over to a couch.

He holds you in his lap, rubbing your back soothingly until you calm down.

You take a deep breath.

“Loki… I am to be wed.”

His eyes widen, and his jaw clenches. You notice his grip on you tighten ever so slightly.

“To whom?” He says, his voice an eerie calm.

“Lord Deinnson.”

His grip tightens even more. That man was known for being a player. Using a woman for whatever he wanted, before throwing her out like an old rag.

He pushes you away from his body so that he can look at your face.

“And you do not wish to marry him?”

You shake your head.

He sighs in relief. “Hush now my sweet. You mustn’t worry yourself too much.”

You nod, burying your face in his chest again.

He leans back on the couch, still holding you. Your legs are stretched out, and he runs his slender fingers through your hair.

Once your breathing has deepened, he slowly stands, laying your sleeping form on the couch and covering you with a warm blanket.

“Sleep well my darling flower.” He murmurs, before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

He changes into his royal attire, helmet and everything.

And then he’s on his way to your family’s home.

You blink your eyes open and look around.

Loki’s chambers.

You smile to yourself. He’s not there, but that’s okay. You slowly stand, and head for the door.

You find your way out of the palace, heading down to the stables where your horse is waiting.

You get on and head back home.

You try to kill as much time as possible, taking your time with putting the horse back in the stables. Once you’re done, you head inside.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see your parents, in the living area of your home, with… Loki?

“Loki?!” You ask in shock.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother reprimands you for not calling him by his title.

“That is alright Madam, your daughter and I have known each other long enough. Titles are not a necessity.”

You blush, smiling as he walks towards you.

He stops, only inches away from you.

“What are you doing here?” You whisper.

He smirks. “I, your knight in shining armor, have come to save you from the beast.”

You roll your eyes, which are now tearing up.

“The Prince has come to ask for your hand in marriage.” Your father says.

“Oh?” You say, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes, and therefore your promised marriage to Lord Deinnson is  no more.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I am so in love with you (Y/N). I think I have been since we were children, and used to play in the gardens.”

You giggle. “You always wanted me to be the princess so you could save me, but I wanted to be a warrior instead.”

He chuckles, a low melodic sound that rumbles in his chest. “I remember that.”

He takes your hands in his. “You and I have been friends since childhood. I don’t think I realized my feelings for you. You are strong, witty, smart, mischievous.” He smirks, and you giggle. “And when I heard that you were to be wed to another man, I couldn’t bear it. Because I knew that he didn’t know you as well as I do. I knew he wouldn’t be the husband you deserve. I knew what I had to do.”

He gives you a small smile, which you return with an even wider one.

“I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else. So if you’ll let me, I wish to make you my Queen.”

Tears blur your vision, and you nod smiling. “Of course I’ll have you Loki.”

He smiles, sighing in relief. It’s then that you notice the tears in his eyes.

He cups your cheek and pulls you closer before his lips are on yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The two of you pull away, and Loki looks back at your parents. “Thank you, Lord and Lady (Y/L/N). I promise I will take care of your daughter.”

They nod, smiling at the two of you.

A week later, you stood in one of the great halls in the palace.

“Are you ready Your majesty?” One of the maids asks.

You giggle nervously. “Enough of that, at least wait until it’s official.”

She smiles. “Very well, are you ready M'lady?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Loki showing you the secret garden when you were four.

Loki chasing you around said garden at age seven.

You and Loki watching the stars at night

Loki showing you his magic when you were ten.

You sitting in the garden and confiding in Loki, telling him about all your troubles at age fifteen.

Loki showing you his frost giant form when you were sixteen, him being afraid of your reaction, but you only being amazed and telling him he was beautiful.

You and Loki training together as warriors at age eighteen.

The months you spent apart in recent years, you wishing he would call you to the palace like old times, but knowing that those days were over.

And then finally, Loki proposing to you.

You open your eyes and nod. “I’m ready.”

The doors leading into the throne room open, and you walk in.

You see him standing there, in all his glory, and you feel tears fill your eyes.

“You look ravishing my love.” He says when you reach him.

“You look quite handsome yourself my king.” You reply.

He smirks.

“My Queen.”

“My Loki.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this drabble. I probably messed up when writing the Asgardians. But anyway, thanks again! As always feedback is appreciated. Have a wonderful day my lovelies!


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They Know! (Telling the Team  May 3rd)

“Friend Raven!” Starfire exclaimed as her and Beast Boy entered the kitchen.  "I was most concerned, I came to your room this morning and you were not there!“ 

Raven opened her mouth but before she could say a word Starfire gushed "Then I checked the roof, The living room, the garage, the evidence room, the shore, all the bathrooms, the gym, the—”

“Starfire!” the empath exclaimed before grabbing her arm and leading her away.  As they left the room she shoot Beast Boy a glance that that conveyed only one thing. Panic.

Their alien friend had just eliminated all there standbys, all there explanations that they had used for the last few months for Ravens absences. Of course Beast Boy knew exactly where Raven was all those times, right next to him in various stages of undress.  

This was bad. Raven was either going to have to come up with a fresh excuse, or tell Star that when she came to look for her, she was busy being the big spoon in Beast Boy’s bed.  But that wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was behind him, and Beast Boy could almost feel their eyes on his back.  

He didn’t turn to look and just simply asked. “Robin? Cyborg?”

“Good morning” the Titan leader replied.

“Anything you would like to share on this fine day?” Cyborg added.

“Nope!” Beast Boy blurted before walking briskly to the fridge to get the soy milk. Now they were in trouble, Beast Boy loved Star like a big sister, but she would believe just about anything, Robin and Cyborg were a different story. He quickly got a bowl and his fruit loops as the other two just men just stood there appraising the situation.

Beast Boy just sat at the table shoveling cereal into his mouth trying to keep from blurting something out. They knew, or at least they suspected.  Well of course they suspected! Cyborg had more surveillance equipment built into his head then most satellites,  and Robin was trained by Bat-man! How did they not know?!  

Cyborg sat down across from Beast boy, and Robin on his left, cutting off his escape routes unless he shifted into something that could get past them.  Both of them waring odd smiles.  

“Soooooo Green Bean, anything interesting happen last night?” Cyborg asked folding his hands together like it was a negotiation.  

“Nope” he said again. Nothing happened, He didn’t find out that the back of Ravens ankles were ticklish, or her favorite Harry Potter movie, or that he turns into butter when she rubs the back of his head like a cat, or that she makes the most wonderful sounds when you kiss down her spine! FUCK! Where the hell was Raven?!  He needed to know what she was telling Star, if their stories didn’t match everything was going to fall apart. The urge to say anything to throw the guys off was overwhelming.  

Soon Beast Boy’s bowl was empty and he quickly filled it again. It was the best plan he could come up with just keep eating, keep his mouth busy till the smarter member of this little caper showed up and back up anything she told Star.

“That’s a lot of cereal for you isn’t it?” Robin asked as Beast Boy filled his bowl for the third time.

“Oh he is a growing Boy Rob, but it does make me wonder how did he build up such and appetite?”  Cyborg answered for him, his human eye narrowing making Beast Boy feel like he was under a magnifying glass.  

“Do you know what I am wondering Cyborg, why is Beast Boy so quiet?”  Robin added in a playful tone  

“Why yes Robin” Cyborg responded putting his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands, his expression full of scrutiny. “I wonder what happened to our green chatter box that couldn’t keep his yap shut for 17 seconds?”

Oh god! they knew,  they knew everything! They knew about the kiss they shared in the elevator as they both came down this morning, they knew that Raven slept in his WrestleMania 23 T-shirt and looked adorable it in, they knew the stupid pet names they had for each other!

Beast Boy stomach ached from the stress and overeating. He went for another spoonful but the utensil just found the table. Robin had pulled the bowl away forcing Beast boy to raise his eyes to his.  

“Beast Boy, what’s going on?” The leader asked point blank.  

Beast Boy just looked at him a rouge fruit loop on his face from ramming the cereal down his throat. At that moment a high pitch squeal filled the tower.  The sound was so powerful it forced the three of them to clamp their hands over their ears as the windows vibrated. The piercing sound ending when Starfire exclaimed loud enough for the whole tower (and maybe some of coastal residence of the of jump city) to hear “XHA'L! YOUR BUMGROPHS WILL BE ADORABLE!”  

All three man sat there in shock, Robin and Cyborg’s heads turned to face each other.

“Robin, isn’t that Star’s word for—

"Babies” Robin finished.  

Starfire and Raven came into Beast Boy’s view, the alien princess had a smile on her face that just radiated joy while Raven wore and expression of mild defeat.  

“Friends! Raven has the most wonderful news!” Starfire said floating behind and above Raven, her hands on the empath’s shoulders.  

“I think most of North America knows Starfire” Raven said.

“Your pregnant!?” Cyborg asked jumping to his feet.  

“No!” Raven said pulling her hood down, “Beast Boy and I are, we are,  we have,…Beast Boy?”

Beast boy opened his mouth but no words came out.  His head fell under the table followed by the wet echo of the pound and a half of cereal his stomach couldn’t hold anymore hitting the floor.  

“Yea that’s love, nothing else could be that gross”  Cyborg stated as he backed away from the table.  

“Raven congratulations, please help your boyfriend clean that up”  Robin said as he made his own retreat, taking Starfire with him.  

Beast Boy pulled his head up his face looking more lime then emerald. His eyes meeting hers full of sympathy and confusion.    

“What did you do?” she demanded.

“I tried to cork my mouth with fruit loops so I wouldn’t spill the beans”  

“Brilliant” sarcasm lacing her words.  Her right hand messaging her forehead.  

“Hey! I might have been able to hold it together if it wasn’t for the whole bumgorph thing. ” He said taking a few deep breaths his color starting to return.  "I thought that maybe there was something that you hadn’t told me yet!“

Raven went to the sink, returning a moment later to hand him a glass of water.  "Starfire got carried away, when I told her” she explained. “Trust me Garfield, if I get pregnant I will tell you first. ” Raven started pulling the table away to expose the mess.  "Now please go get the mop. “

He got up his first few steps a bit wobbly and got the cleaning supplies.  They said nothing to each other as they took care of the small disaster.  After it was done Raven excused herself to go meditate on the roof. But before she left "She was right!” Beast Boy said out of the blue, pulling Ravens attention back to him. “Our bumgorphs would be adorable.” She could feel the weight of those words. Raven quickly pulled her hood up to hide the blush rising into her face and the smile that slipped past her control.

I always liked the idea that the others finding out that these two crazy kids hooked up in a non standard way.  

anonymous asked:

Chocobros reaction to pregnant s/o?

((Aww, these are absolutely precious. >:3))


  • He’s probably going to deny your pregnant the second you come out. There’s absolutely no way you could be pregnant right?
  • That denial turns into an internal crisis as he just  falls to the ground and shakily tries to play something on his phone. And that isn’t working at all. 
  • Once he finally takes a second to think about it, he looks up from the ground at you before a smile covers his face. Noct finally speaks and shakes heis head. “So, we’re having a kid, huh?” He’ll be a bit quieter as he still aborbs what you just said. “Man…” He’s still pretty speachless to be honest. 
  • … And yes, you just literally saw Noctis go through several emotions at once when you told him.


  • Damn the Six, Prompto is going to be jumping up and down when you tell him. You can tell that he is super excited about this news as he can’t even speak. 
  • Okay, he almost just passed out from the news and everything going to his head. You have to help him stay standing as he’s all crazy-happy. 
  • When he calms down, he grabs you by the shoulder before bringing into you a big hug, and kisses you all over the face. “A baby? Man, they’re gonna be as cute as you, Y/N!” He moves his finger into his cheek, goofy. “We’re going to need to get them the cutest outfits and takes lots of pictures of ‘em right.”
  • Be expected him to just call everyone afterwards, whether you like it or not.


  • Papa bear is very quiet at first when you tell him. His eyes are closed and his arms are covered as he sits down on something, bed, chair, whatever is close. 
  • Gladio stays a quiet for a lot longer than you re hoping. Like a scary quiet until you watch him stand up, looking down at you. 
  • A wide smile crosses his face before he picks you up from the ground. He just starts laughing head, and you can feel it coming from within his chest as you can’t help start laughing with him. 
  • He’ll put you down and start rubbing the top of your head. “Wonder what kind of little one it’s gonna end up being.” He flexes his arm. “Gonna make sure that whatever they are, that they’re going to get some good training.” You look exasperated that he’s already talking about that, causing another chuckle from him.


  • Pretty sure he’s making tea the second that you tell him that you are pregnant. While he might be the most composed of the chocobros, his initial reaction is just dropping his cup.
  • It takes only a moment for Ignis to snap right back to reality and apologizes, cleaning up the mess. But you can see a smile on his face while he’s cleaning up the mess he caused. 
  • When he’s finished, he’ll come up to you, first placing a kiss to your forehead and then a hand at your stomach. Iggy won’t say anything at first. He just stays close to you, and you can tell he is more than elated at this news. 
  • “You’re with child. That is most wonderful news, and perhaps we should..” He hushes himself. “Ah, shame on me. We’ll discuss this more later shall we not. This is big news for both of us.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Hamilsquad head cannons for when they find out their S/Os are pregnant?

This might be pretty anti-climatic, but I’m sure the HamilSquad will be super duper excited! Though I can say that from least to most nervous it’ll go in this order:

Gilbert –> John –> Alexander –> Hercules

Gilbert is pretty well-off and if you’re already married, then this will be the most wonderful news to him and his family of course! He might even cry at the news. He’ll be a pestering husband, making sure you wouldn’t lift a finger in case you hurt yourself or the baby. He’ll have everyone in his house on call for anything you need, which will be convenient for your late night cravings. 

John would be excited- he’s not one to be concerned about petty details, like money. As long as you guys love each other, he’s fine. He might not be as concerned with the fact that you are now pregnant- he’ll probs suggest you go out to the bar to celebrate… In which he’ll be lectured by the HamilSquad about how it’s not safe for a pregnant woman to be in a bar. 

Alexander is a little more anxious about being a good father, and not being able to provide for his family. He’ll be attentive, trying his best to be with you throughout everything, but you know how much of a workaholic he is, so he might not be as doting as Gilbert and Hercules.

Hercules (bless this sweetheart) will just be so concerned about not being able to provide and just being a ball of stress because he thinks he’s doing everything wrong. Hercules will try to over compensate with his concern for you during pregnancy. He’ll go out of his way to get you everything you need, and anything you want. 

anonymous asked:

prompt spaleb: Finding out they are pregnant a second time.

Thank you!

The Most Wonderful News

“He’s an embarrassment to the firm!” Spencer complained, as she paced through the living room, picking up Logan’s dirty clothes, and tossing them into the basket she had balanced on her hip.

Caleb watched anxiously as Spencer paced. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. He knew better than to interject when Spencer went off on one of her tirades. 

“Do you want some help?” Caleb asked, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to his wife. He gently took the basket from her hands, and grasped his hands in hers. “Do you remember what Dr. Walsh told you to do for your anxiety?”

Spencer smiled and ran her thumbs in small circles over Caleb’s hands. Although his hands were quite larger than her own, they fit together perfectly. 

“Yes,” she sighed. “Count backwards from twenty while doing my deep-breathing exercises.”

Caleb nodded. “So…?”

Spencer opened her mouth to reply, but a wave of nausea hit her. It had been going on for the past week or so, and Spencer barely had time to make it to the downstairs bathroom, before kneeling in front of the toilet. 

“Babe?” Caleb’s voice drifted in underneath the gap between the floor and the door to the bathroom. “Are you OK?”

Spencer didn’t answer. Instead she rifled through the medicine cabinet until she found a bright pink box. She opened it, did her business and waited.


An agonizing three minutes later, Spencer emerged from the bathroom. Her face was flushed, but she was smiling. 


Caleb frowned. “What is it?”

Spencer fell into his warm embrace, burying her head in his chest. “I’m pregnant.”

Part 2 of the Reaction Below:

Wow this one is even longer than the first half! Sorry it took so long, but it took me like 3 hours to write this! I hope you guys enjoy what I’ve done so far. This one was extremely long, but most should get answered way faster than this one did! Thank all of you for the support so far! :3

MacCready: You’d think MacCready would be the most calm considering he’s done this before, but he wasn’t. He knew what would happen, and he knew what COULD happen, and he was terrified. He’d stayed up for days with Lucy reading all kinds of parenting books, and most of it was pretty straight forward as long as you had a competent doctor. Then he read all the things that could go wrong, and a disturbing amount led to things he wouldn’t even think about now. Lucky for him, Duncan’s birth went smoothly, but what if he wasn’t lucky enough for that to happen again. God what if something happened? He held Sole’s hand so tight he started to worry if he was hurting her. She was in the middle of labor, and all he could do to keep himself under control was to think of something else. He thought back to when Sole told him she was pregnant. He couldn’t believe it, he just sat there like an idiot, trying to process what he had been told. Sole thought he was upset, and when MacCready saw the smile on her face turn into a grimace, he shot up. He brought her into his embrace. “This is the most wonderful news you could have given me Sole.” And he meant it, he was just scared. Only 22 and he was going to be a father of two! He and Sole planned to go get Duncan after the pregnancy so they could have their family all together. “It’s a girl!” The announcement brought him back to the present. A girl. He wondered if he could be the father this baby needed. And when the doctor gave her to Mac, all he could think was it didn’t matter, he would give it his best shot. She was beautiful. “Hey darlin’, thanks to you the commonwealth just got a whole lot better.” He turned to Sole with the biggest dopey grin on his face. “Say hi to our ray of sunshine.” He said as he handed this little gift to Sole. She held the baby and gave her a little boop on the nose. “Hey angel. Welcome to the family.” He looked at Sole and instantly thought he would do his best to protect them. He would do better this time. “Hey Mac.” MacCready looked up at Sole “Yeah?” “For a name… I was thinking… How about Lucy?” MacCready’s throat hitched. “…It’s perfect.” He said trying his best not to let his voice show the emotion he felt. He kissed the top of Sole’s head while hugging the both of them.

Maxson: “Cade how much longer is this going to take? She’s hurting here, isn’t there anything you can give her?” Maxson yelled while holding Sole’s hand with both of his. “Not much longer Elder, there’s not a whole lot I can do, this is mostly up to Sole and the baby. And no, I can’t give her anything she hasn’t already been given.” Knight Captain Cade said a tad more annoyed then he would have normally been allowed to get away with. Maxson knew Cade was capable, and he didn’t doubt he knew exactly what he was doing, but GOD, couldn’t this go a little faster? He hated seeing Sole screaming every couple of seconds. He was trained for battle, to lead, to make decisions. None of that lent itself to this. It certainly didn’t calm his nerves about being a father. He had been trained with things that could be learned from a manual or experience. There was no manual for fatherhood, he knew, he looked. And he was worried about the fact that the only way to get better at being a parent, was to do it. What if he messed it up? You mess up a training exercise, you did it again. There was no real consequence. It didn’t seem fair that he may be a skilled parent only after fucking up his kid. When Sole told him she was pregnant, he looked like someone punched him in the stomach. He was already the leader of the people he thought would save the country, and now he was in charge of a family. How would he even raise this kid? He and Sole had discussed that he would have to gentler. This wasn’t an initiate, this was a child. Unfortunately for Maxson, that was the closest he thought he had to being part of a family before this. He’d been raised in the military since he was a small child, and he didn’t want the same thing for their child. He thought back to Sarah Lyons. How much more tender she was with him than the rest of the Brotherhood growing up. That was it. He would raise this child like Sarah would have, with a gentle and respectful tenderness. “It’s a girl Arthur!” Cade exclaimed. Maxson was brought out of his epiphany when Cade placed the child in his arms. “Wow.” A girl. A beautiful little thing she was too. How could something so soft and beautiful come from someone who comes off as so harsh and rigid? He looked up at Sole, she was gently smiling at him and the baby. “No wonder she’s so perfect, she’s just like her mother.” Sole held out her hands to receive the child. “Hey boo.” She moved the little bit of light blond/brown hair across the baby’s forehead. She smiled up at Maxson. “That’s your daddy. He thinks he’s real tough but he’s a big softie, you can see it in his eyes.” Maxson felt so honored everytime Sole refuted his hard exterior. She saw him as just Maxson, not a cold military leader, and he loved it. “What are we going to call the little lady?” Maxson asked kneeling by Sole’s bed. “I’ve been thinking for a while now… and, hear me out… what if we called her, Sarah?” Sole was nervous asking the question because she wasn’t sure how Maxson would react. Maxson was shocked. He suppressed the tear that wanted to spill “I love it.” He got up and gave Sole a kiss on her forehead and gently held the back of the baby’s head, playing with the hair on the back of her head with his thumb.

Nick: “Hang in there doll.” Nick was doing all he could to support Sole in the middle of her going into labor. Nick was still amazed that he was in this position. He never thought this was going to be the outcome of meeting a little vault dweller when he was rescued from Skinny Malone and his band of goons. He had refused Sole’s advances a few times because he said it was unfair for her to be stuck with an old bag of bolts when she could be with a real man, or hell, at least a better looking synth. But she was determined, and she wasn’t having any of his self-deprecating excuses. Looking back, he’s glad she did. And when Sole mentioned starting a family, he was the happiest he had ever been. Nick Valentine, a father. And now everything the two of them had worked for was about to come to fruition. How great he thought, this kid would have two parents with pre-war morals and ideals. All the information this kid would have available to them. “It’s a girl Mr. Valentine!” Dr. Sun announced. “A bouncing baby girl, wow. And she’s got you eyes Sole.” Nick muttered. He could immediately see the resemblance between the baby and Sole. “This bundle of joy is going to give you a run for your money in prettiest thing to walk into the commonwealth doll.” He handed her over to Sole who was eagerly waiting to hold their new pride and joy. Nick was so amazed that the baby didn’t cry when she saw him. He knew she couldn’t tell the difference between him and her mother in their composition, but something told him that this innocent babe would somehow see everything wrong with him. Sole smiled at him. “Say hi to your daddy sugar, he’s one of the good ones. And apparently you do have my eyes, because you can see just like me, how he’s just like everyone else here. And you don’t even know what a human is, but I promise, he’s the most human one here.” Nick would have cried if he could. He came close to Sole’s bed and hugged the two of them. He was going to love them as long as he was alive.

Piper: “You literally survived a nuclear apocalypse Blue, you can handle this no problem.” Piper stated with a smirk. She was so excited. She loved Sole with every fiber of her being, and when Sole told her she wanted to start a family with her, she almost screamed. A family! She thought she was content with being with just Sole and Nat, but now she knew what was always missing. There was no going back, once Piper had the idea in her head. She went and started to get all the arrangements ready. She did all the research she could. She didn’t want to rely on old world techniques alone. She interviewed every parent she came across that would let her, especially mothers with small children. What would she need to get ready for? She had basically raised Nat herself, but that was different. Nat was her sister, and Piper did what she could to keep them alive. But this was her child. She wanted to do the absolute most, she didn’t want to just survive, she wanted to live. She started a whole segment in the paper about starting life as a mother and tips for a smooth pregnancy, along with things she thought expecting parents should be aware of. Sole was holding Piper’s hand and squeezing it furiously, if Piper wasn’t wearing her gloves she’d probably be yelling along with Sole. “It’s a boy!” Dr. Sun handed the child to Piper, and she couldn’t smile any larger. “Huh, a little boy, finally some testosterone in this family.” Piper joked, she had honestly expected a girl, she wasn’t quite sure why, maybe because her family this far had been primarily female. None the less, she loved him. “What do you think Blue? Perfect? Or absolutely perfect?” She asked as she handed the baby to Sole. “Perfectly perfect Piper.” She said with a smile as the baby grabbed her pointer finger. “Hey we finally found someone you can’t even ask for an interview.” “That’s where you’re wrong Sole, there’s not a person in the commonwealth I can’t interview. Hey boo bear, you love your mommys?” Piper asked gently brushing the baby’s hair to the back of his head. The little boy giggled and both of the new mothers smiled. “See? I told you. Sounds like a headline to me.”

Preston: Preston was nervous to say the least. Sole had walked into his life and saved him more than once. She had saved the Minutemen back in Concord, but Sole had saved HIM. He wasn’t even sure what he was fighting for after all this time, he didn’t even really do it for the “greater good” anymore, he secretly wished he wouldn’t make it back from one of these missions. But Sole changed everything, now he had a reason to fight, he had a reason to live. And now here he was with Sole. She was about to give birth to their child, and Preston felt so blessed. He couldn’t have been happier when Sole walked up to him about 9 months ago telling him she was pregnant. He picked her up, spun her around, and kissed her on the cheek. He made Sanctuary as family friendly as he could with Sturges. He baby proofed the house and kept Sole as comfortable as possible during the pregnancy. He found the best doctor he could that would travel right to their house, he didn’t want Sole to have to even have to get out of bed a few days before the expected arrival date, regardless of the fact that Sole was tough enough to lead all of the Minutemen, he wouldn’t have it. Now he was sitting by Sole’s bed while she was giving birth telling them they were the strongest person they knew and they would be fine. “It’s a boy!” The doctor happily announced and gave the baby to Preston. “Wow. He’s perfect. Look at us Sole, we’re really a family.” He turned to Sole and saw her smiling at him and the baby. “Here, you hold him.” He gave Sole their new addition to the family, and she gladly accepted. Preston watched as Sole played with their child. “Hey there. Aren’t you a cutie? The second most handsome guy in the room aren’t you?” Sole smiled up at Preston. “We’re going to be a great family.” Preston said and smiled at the two most important people in the world to him.

bring him home

a/n - this is set during ww1, so it’s a bit different from anything i’ve written before. 

calum hood & y/n
word count - 4044
rating - nc-17
warnings - sexual content, language

They said it would be over by Christmas, that they would barely be gone before they were back home again.

How wrong they had been.

Instead you had spent years waiting for the telegram to arrive, it was the first thought that would cross your mind when you woke up in the morning; what if today was the day? What if today it was your turn? Every time the telegram boy didn’t stop at your house you couldn’t help but feel relief wash over you; even though you knew that meant that some other poor family would be getting the news that you so desperately dreaded.

The not knowing was the worst part – not knowing if he was being sent over the top, not knowing if he was safe, not knowing if you would ever see him again.

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Waiting Game

for: Danielle @harrystylesinwonderland
by: Nicki @inkoasis

Stella works at a flower shop in London and Harry just wants to know her.

An AU about flowers, chance meetings and moving on.

word count: 5,043
warnings: language
main pairing: Harry Styles/OFC

The first time Harry goes into The Watering Can, he’s looking for something for his sister and her new baby. The woman behind the counter is busy talking with a middle-aged man so he goes to the cooler to look through the arrangements, only slightly wincing at the price tags that accompany them. He’s just reaching for a vase of roses when the click of heels has him looking over his shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine a modern Glasgow with all 4 Fraser children as teenagers (with the exception of Fergus being in his 20s). Love your blog !!!

Modern Glasgow AU

“What time is he supposed to get here?”

Faith looked up from her biology textbook, squinting at Brianna – who stood in the window, eyes closed against the warmth of the setting sun.

“In time for supper – Mrs. Crook said that she was going to make a big pot pie. Do ye remember that’s one o’ his favorites?”

“Of *course* I remember – even though he hasna lived here for a few years, it doesna mean I’ve forgotten such things!”

Brianna turned to face her sister, arms crossed. At fifteen she was already over six feet tall – and would likely stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Da one day. Sixteen-year-old Faith, on the other hand, was the spitting image of her Mama – and had inherited her height and knack for healing as well. She was already in the accelerated science courses and volunteering in Mama’s clinic on weekends – medical school was the most logical option as she started thinking about uni.

Faith sighed. “Ah, weel – it’ll be good to see him again, no? Do ye think he’ll bring Marsali this time?”

Marsali MacKimmie was just a few years older than the elder Fraser girls – a second-year student at the same uni where Fergus was studying for his master’s. They had met last year in a History of Journalism class – Fergus was the teaching assistant, Marsali was in the first semester of her undergraduate studies. They had been utterly inseparable almost since that day.

Mama and Da liked her – she was beautiful but so quiet, and had hinted that she’d come from a troubled home. The first time Fergus had brought her to Lallybroch, she had been almost overwhelmed by the tidal wave of Frasers (and Murrays) and their almost boundless love for one another. Wee seven-year-old Julia had taken Marsali by the hand and led her through the gardens, naming every plant and flower and showing her the special treasures she’d unearthed on the estate during her expeditions with Murtagh. And slowly Marsali had smiled, and asked questions, and grown to love Julia – and William and Brianna and Faith and Murtagh and all the Murrays and even the staff.

“I hope he does – I do like her so much.” Brianna paused, absently twirling a red lock around her finger. “Do ye think it’s serious between them?”

Faith sat back in her chair, considering. “Aye. I do. Have ye seen how gentle he is wi’ her? And how kind and patient he is? And not to mention how she looks at him? It minds me of – ”

“Aye,” Brianna interrupted. “It minds ye of Mama and Da, doesn’t it?”

Faith nodded. “He’s so much older than her, though – ”

Brianna snorted. “Mama is five years older than Da, and it seems to work for them just fine!”

The sisters giggled – remembering a night not so long ago when they’d tiptoed downstairs for a midnight snack, only to halt in the hallway when they heard some – sounds – coming from the direction of Da’s study…

“Anyway, she’s still in school. I canna imagine anything serious will happen afore she graduates.”

“Yes – but remember, Mama and Da marrit after kenning each other for only a month. Anything is possible in this family.”

Gravel crunched in the driveway. Brianna turned back to the window, squinting, and cheered.

“Fergus is home!”


Julia’s ecstatic voice echoed through the house as the girls scampered downstairs.


Then they were in the entryway – watching Julia hug Marsali’s middle, William – who was never too old for a hug from his big brother – wrapping his arms tightly around Fergus, and Mama and Da standing off to the side, his arm draped over her shoulders, grinning like idiots.

“Mes soeurs!!”

Fergus smiled from behind his dark, bushy beard – which he’d had (to Mama’s annoyance) since his third year of uni – and stepped away from William to embrace both of his sisters at once.

Then William snuck in between his sisters, and Julia crept up between all of them.

For a long moment, all five Fraser children closed their eyes, breathing, holding each other. It was something they’d started as bairns – but which they could do less and less frequently as the years went on.

And then Mama and Da were there, too – encircling all of them.

“Marsali! Come on!” Julia’s voice was muffled, but clear.

Da stepped back from the circle, and then Marsali was there, tucked into Fergus’ side.

And all was well.


“And what is the occasion for this visit, wee frog?”

Murtagh helped himself to more whisky from the decanter in the middle of the long dining table. Claire and Jenny had insisted they use the more formal dining room tonight, rather than the two parallel tables they usually sat at in the kitchen. It wasn’t every day that the eldest Fraser was home, after all.

Nobody had come out and asked Fergus the reason for his impromptu homecoming – it wasn’t near any birthday or holiday, and school was still in session. But everyone had been too excited – it had been almost two months since Fergus had last been home – and also unwilling to bring up what could be a touchy topic.

Faith knew Da would get to it, eventually. But when they were alone, sipping whisky in Da’s study after supper. Not out in the open, with all the family.

But Murtagh – Murtagh wasn’t like that. He didna like secrets of any kind – and was of the firm belief that the more families kent about each other, and the more they communicated – the stronger they were.

And the room of more than twenty Frasers and Murrays went silent – eyes all focusing on Fergus – sitting at Da’s right, in the place of honor – and Marsali, sitting quietly, yet serenely, beside Fergus.

Fergus swallowed, and took Marsali’s hand.

“We have the most wonderful news to share with all of you. It couldn’t wait any longer.”

Marsali beamed at Fergus – so radiant.

“Marsali and I – ” Fergus hesitated, almost as if he couldn’t believe that the words he was about to say were real.

“Are ye breeding?”

All heads swiveled toward Julia – propped up in her booster seat between Murtagh and Young Ian.

“Julia!” Mama hissed from across the table. “Where did you ever hear that word?”

“It’s the word Da uses to describe the coos, Mama! And it’s wha’ Uncle Ian says when Auntie Jenny has babies in her tummy!”

“It’s no’ proper for a wee lassie to say such a thing now,” Murtagh said gently, meeting her blue eyes and holding them. “Fergus and Marsali aren’t even marrit yet, so it’s impossible – ”

“That’s our news, Murtagh.” Fergus pierced the silence with his deep, steady voice – beside Marsali, who had flushed beet red with surprise. “You see – Marsali and I are married. We are man and wife. She is a Fraser now, just like us.”

Even Julia had nothing to say.

Faith counted ten ticks of the clock on the fireplace mantel.

“Truly, Fergus? Are ye truly marrit?”

Now Da was smiling so wide – gripping Fergus’ shoulder.

“Aye, Da – we surprised even ourselves. It was a very…quick decision.”

“We didna want to wait another moment,” Marsali finally spoke. Her voice was quiet, breathy as always – but strong. Firm. “I want him. Always. It was that simple.”

Then she and Fergus looked at each other – and Faith felt time stop.

Before the entire room burst into cheers and applause, all the Frasers and Murrays rising to their feet, silverware and plates and glasses crashing to the table and staining the dark wood.

But nobody cared – for tonight would be a celebration like none other that Lallybroch had seen for a long time.

omfg tao’s studio has reported and asked to delete an infamous anti account on weibo

this weibo account from the antis & haters “法騎吧__bar” has always been spreading rumors and hate for tao and spammed tao’s mention on weibo with disgusting posts

tao & hailangs have been enduring all of this for 3 years, tao couldn’t sue them bc 50% of these trash are from chinese exo fandom, tao was still in exo at that time, it would be awkward if he sued his group fandom, sm wouldn’t allow either, that’s why he had to endure it

but since now he’s no longer in exo, he took action by reporting them

and boom, the trash has been cleaned out

birds singing again, flowers blooming again, the sun shining again~

p/s: this is just the first trash that has been cleaned out, hls on weibo are now sending more and more the anti accounts to tao for reporting, so brace yourself if you keep sending hate to tao

guys christmas is coming soon and i dont wanna sound needy but like ive done a lot for you guys updating this blog for six months the least you could do is buY ME A REAL LIFE MAKOTO TACHIBANA

its the least you could do

⚠ Trigger warning ⚠ Self harm ⚠

Draco Malfoy sat alone in his dorm room, while the rest of his classmates were eating in the great Hall. It was the first day of his sixth year and already he felt as though he wanted to die.

Two weeks prior he had been summoned by the dark Lord, who was currently taking up residence at Malfoy Manor. Lucius had half dragged Draco into the drawing room where stood the monstrosity’s throne. Voldemort had called him over and ordered him to kneel before him. “Draco, my child. I have most wonderful news for you. I have decided that you are to be invited into the inner circle. You have earned your mark.” his high pitched voice had made Draco’s stomach roll. He did not want the mark, he did not want to be a death eater. Unfortunately, no one ever said no to the dark Lord, and so Draco found himself kneeling,trying to stifle his sobs against the fire trying to engulf him, starting at his left arm.

It was a long and frightful two weeks he spent waiting for the day he could leave for hogwarts. It didn’t matter that he was supposed to kill the only wizard he’d ever respected, or that he was due to let the cruelest of the death eaters into a school full of children. Draco would approach Dumbledore. Would beg for forgiveness, but he would not, however, beg for salvation. He did not deserve it.

And so he found himself, two weeks later, sobbing in his bed alone. Staring at the disgusting mark on his left forearm, wondering how he could get it off. He had tried glamour charms, deletion charms, and anything else he could remember. Nothing worked. Finally he had snapped and started to claw at his skin. He spent a half hour scratching, trying as hard as he could to lift the ink from his body. Finally grabbing a blade from his desk, he had hacked and mutilated his arm until the there was nothing left but bloody hanging flesh.

Nothing could be done for it. The mark was still there. The black skull etched into sinew and muscle. He realized then that he would forever be branded by his inability to stand up for what he believed in. Maybe he deserved what was coming. Maybe, he deserved to be branded for his stupidity.



–Book 2–

Bolin: Why didn’t you warn me your cousin had the power to reach in my heart and crush my soul with her bare hands?

Korra:  Uh, cause I thought it was pretty obvious.


–Book 4–

Wu: How do I not know stuff about you?

Mako: Uh, you never asked.


—Book 3–

Earth Queen: Wonderful isn’t it? It’s the very thing you’ve been looking for.

Korra: Thank you. That is the most wonderful news…ever.. Yay….


–Book 4–

Wu: No sir Mako. When we get to Ba Sing Se, it’ll be just two kooky pals livin the life!

Mako: Yay….

As some of you may know, it’s my birthday today...

I am a German minor at Keene State College. I love the German program here. It has helped me reconnect to my family and has opened up so many doors for me. However, our program is under siege. The administration has opted to cut the German minor. Why would they do this? That’s a great fucking question. It’s a thriving program we are either the top or a close second to having the most minors out of any of the language programs. Just last year we had somewhere around 30 students sign on for the minor. It’s not an unpopular program, and the classes alone are very popular to take. So why is the administration cutting the program? Because they are money-grabbing scum. That is literally the only reason. They are using the money (with admittedly isn’t that much in the first place,) to fund the building of freshman dorms that we don’t need and to fatten their already large paychecks. 

So you might want to know some reasons why the program shouldn’t be cut. Let me give you a few.

1. Keene State College is the only college in the U.S. where you can major in Holocaust and Genocide Studies. Our Holocaust center is renown throughout the U.S. and the Holocaust and Genocide Studies classes overlap with a large part of the curriculum needed for a German Minor. 

2. German is also confirmed as the most widely spoken language in Europe and Germany’s economy is ranked as the 5th strongest in the world, and also the second largest export nation in the world. German businesses earn 1 in 3 euros through export, and 1 in 4 jobs depends on exports. The competitiveness and desirability of German products on the market are indicated by the country’s substantial trade surplus, which reached 162 billion euros (209 billion dollars) in 2006 and continues to grow every year.

 Can you imagine the opportunities these thing can offer to our German students (me included)?

3. Our students are passionate. Anyone who has ever taken a class in German at Keene State will tell you how incredible the experience was for them. Just last week a group of our second semester students traveled to Mt. Holyoke College to compete in the annual German Theatre Festival. We brought home second place, losing by only 5 points to Middlebury College, a school known for their language programs. (Also totally unfair because everyone intheir group had at least four years of language training and one of which was a native German speaker but who’s counting?) It was an incredible experience and so much fun!

4. The key to creating passionate students is a passionate teacher. Our professor, Frau P. is literally one of the best teacher’s I have ever had. She has touched the lives of so many people and she really cares about her subject and her students. She finds ways to make language learning interactive and fun every single day and she has more energy I think than anyone in the world. (She’s also about to become a grandmother which is probably the most wonderful news ever. That is going to be one lucky baby.)

So please, please help me save this program. That would be the most wonderful birthday present in the world. The German minor is honestly one of the only things keeping me sane right now. It came to a point a few months ago where it was one of the only things I was living for. That’s how much I love and care about this program, so please sign and share my petition.

A Prom to Remember

Who: Kristoff, Anna, Hans (Kristanna/Hanna)
Rating: K+ (for mild violence and language)
Summary: Senior Prom. It’s the night to make memories, to have a fun time with friends. For Kristoff and Anna, this is surely one prom they will never forget. I suck at summariessssss

Note(s): Ok, this little booger fought me till the end. I finally just had to say screw it, put my hands in the air and said it’s good because I would have just kept tweaking it till next week lol. It’s not my best I do not believe but, I think some happiness is in order tonight. This was suggested by anna-bjorgmans-booty based off of the prom episode from Glee (loosely based). I hope you like it love! :)

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Your Last Words -Akkr Week ‘15 Final Day-

This is the parallel to my original fic under the same title~ It’s just that compared to the first one, this is from Akashi’s POV~ 

This is the first part which you can choose to read or not because both ‘Your Last Words’ can stand alone. (Mind you, the first one from Kuroko’s POV is more angsty to me)

Enjoy fellow akakuro shippers! It’s been one hell of a week! Big thank you to Chii, Fye (for conducting this event) and everyone who participated and contributed to this beautiful ship~

There was something about Kuroko that was different from everyone else. And no, it wasn’t his bed hair. 

Well, at least it wasn’t just the bed hair.

Not to Akashi. 

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