you want my first born child

anonymous asked:

Dorian, don't you think it would be better to adopt a child rather than got yourself pregnant? I don’t mean to sound like an ass, i'm just sorry that you're feeling so bad because of your dysphoria.

I’m sorry, because I understand this was meant as a ‘I don’t want you to be dysphoric!’ Thing, but this comes off as very rude. Our choice in how we had a child is absolutely no one else’s to have an opinion on. My venting about my dysphoria doesn’t make me any less happy about being pregnant. And for the record, I actually *wanted* to have the very unique experience of having a child this way. I wanted to feel those first strange flutters of life. I wanted to experience the back pain and the discomfort, and the reward of holding him the moment he’s born. The way I feel about my body is secondary compared to the excitement of bringing my son into the world.

marshingmymellow  asked:

dude, i would sell my soul to read a kara/diana fic by you. i would give you my first born child for this. like obviously there is no pressure and you should do what you want but listen, but if you're asking for a show of hands, consider mine raised like diana by the amazons (was that a terrible joke? yes it was. hopefully you'll still write the fic)

don’t worry, bro. no need for souls or firstborns, but terrible jokes are welcome!

i mean, if we’re being completely honest, the most pressure comes from myself, because i’ve already got a pretty hefty outline worked out and i think i’m at, hm, somewhere around 14k words right now? i just can’t let it go, man. i’m hooked.

(i’m actually a bit nervous, bc this fic could easily turn out to be 50k words 😅)

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.


I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 

Chia tay Kép nhắn tin là ko văn minh. Phải email tiếng Anh.
  • .
  • Dear Trong,
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  • I regret to announce that our relationship has been terminated. It is known that my family has been struggling with financial problem recently as my father was framed for a crime he did not committed. As his first born child, I am burdened with a glorious purpose to provide my family.
  • I need money to rescue my father and my brother from jails.
  • Since you have not yet shown any kind of financial support to me which is supposed to be done by a thinking boyfriend, I have made up my mind to terminate this relationship with you.
  • .
  • As you and I have had precious memories, I must aware you that this sudden ending is not wanted. I therefore promote my sister Thuy Van to take over my incomplete work. Her CV and cover letter are attached to this email.
  • .
  • I would be appreciated it if you treat her the way I was treated. I hope you guys have fun..
  • .
  • Thank you for everything.
  • .
  • Love Kieu
  • VUONG THUY KIEU 010-0004-9248,
  • The Vuong's villa - Vietnam "
  • ==============================
  • " Gởi Trọng Huynh,
  • .
  • Muội rất tiếc phải cho Huynh hay thâm tình của Huynh và Muội đã đoạn tuyệt từ đây ! Trong cơn vạ gió tai bay, Vương Gia đang trong cảnh ngàn cân treo sợi tóc, Thân Phụ muội đang tình thế oan nghi " Vô Can Kỷ Sự ". Là Đại Tỷ trong gia đình, Muội phải đứng ra gánh vác mọi việc để giữ danh dự cho Vương Gia.
  • Muội cần ba trăm lạng (300 lạng) để chuộc Thân Phụ và Hiền Đệ thoát cảnh giam cầm.
  • .
  • Huynh - đại trượng phu của lòng Muội - lực bất tòng tâm. Muội đành phải chia xa từ đây Huynh nhé !
  • .
  • Muội muốn Huynh hiểu rằng sự chấm dứt đột ngột này là bất đắc dĩ, và bao nhiêu kỷ niệm đáng nhớ giữa hai chúng ta sẽ được mãi chôn dưới lòng bể sâu. Để bù đắp những mất mát của Huynh, Muội đề xuất Hiền Muội - Thuý Vân thay thế vị trí này. SYLL & Thư giới thiệu của Muội ấy Huynh vui lòng xem phần đính kèm nhé !
  • .
  • Muội sẽ rất cảm kích nếu Thúy Vân được Huynh iu thương như đã từng với Muội ! Hy vọng Huynh có được nhiều niềm vui sắp tới !
  • Cám ơn Huynh về những gì đã qua !
  • .
  • Đậm sâu, Kiều !
  • VƯƠNG THUÝ KIỀU,
  • 010-0004-9248,
  • Vương Điền - Việt Nam "

hullo, rping community !  today we thought we ( gillian, jas and karina ) would make a guide on roleplaying adopted characters, as we’ve seen several people rp it, and unknowing of course, were actually a bit offensive. as someone who is adopted, we wanted to clear up some things, so hopefully you find this useful ! please like / reblog if you do

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Hot Heads (Rocket Raccoon)

word count: 1, 671

request: Do you write for Rocket? If si could I request an imagine of him? I don’t care about the plot, I just want to read something with him, please

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request: Can you do a Rocket x Reader just as crazy as him

requested by: anons

a/n: Continuing the gotg vol. 2 inspired fics. I missed writing for marvel 😩. Reader isn’t as crazy as Rocket, but almost. A part two might even make reader crazier than him.

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anonymous asked:

So,, I was just wondering(you may want to consult with summer first bc you two are mates) if I could make a voltron warriors cats blog???(since it was your au) and if so what I should title it (I've literally been thinking about sending this ask for a month I'm trash I know)

summer and i have been friends for almost nine months now, the typical gestation period for a human fetus

it only makes sense for this to be born now. godspeed, my child.

Monsta X Reaction #16 - They walk in on their wife singing to her belly when she’s pregnant

@eddycakeway18​ asked: Monsta x and Bts walking in on their wife singin to their 9 month pregnant belly


Hyunwoo: He would melt into a puddle of happiness when he sees this. He would lean in the doorway with a dreamy smile as he listened to his wife singing, enchanted by her melody. His thoughts as she sung would be all about their future with their child(ren) and how amazing they would be together.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Hoseok: *pretend you’re the child* He would go and lie down next to you and stroke your belly as you two sang together and in the end, he would tell you that you’re the love of his life and he would give up everything for you and his child if it ever came to that.

“You two are always first jagiya… You two are what makes my life better than any other person’s on the planet. I love you”

Originally posted by kihn

Minhyuk: He would be stuck in the doorway, clutching his heart.

“Jagiya~ What you’re doing to me isn’t right. You’ll kill me with your sweetness before the baby is even born”

He’d hug her and kiss the top of her head then and ask her if there was anything she wanted (like a snack, drink, or foot massage) while he was there.

Originally posted by h-yungwonho

Hyungwon: He would peak around the doorway when he heard his wife singing and spy on her.

The things she does when I’m gone… He would think to himself, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

He’d then walk into the room swaying back and forth to her tune, and would even sit on the floor and join her, singing directly to her stomach and the baby.

Originally posted by yixseok

Jooheon: He would be extremely emotional. He would have a few tears falling down his cheeks as he burst into the room and grabbed his wife in a gentle hug and gushed about how amazing she is and how in awe he was of everything she was doing. He’d constantly praise her about how amazing of a mother she was going to be and how much he loved her

Originally posted by kihqun

Kihyun: He would be pretty giggly and fluffy. He would walk in the room smiling from ear to ear and when his wife stopped singing, he’d encourage her to continue. He would put his hands on her stomach and sing backup for her. The two would spend the next few hours singing and talking lovingly to the baby

Originally posted by sonhyunwoomx

Changkyun: He’d walk into the room without hesitation and burst into song right with her. The moment the song ended, he would start singing one of Monsta X’s slow songs and have her sing along with him.

“I want our baby to know their dad’s songs from the moment they are born!”

Originally posted by tochangkyun

btsarmykid  asked:

Can you do 35 and 74 for namjoon? And can me being pregnant be mentioned? Thanksss I love your work btw ❤

Member: Namjoon

Prompt Request: “It’s been a while.” “Too long.” & . “You should marry me.”

Genre: Fluff

Imagine Summary: After breaking up one months ago, Namjoon sees Y/N at a pharmacy and finds out that she’s pregnant.

Word Count: 1k

NAMJOON’S POV

Absolutely worn out from practice, I trudged my way into the pharmacy as I was in dire need of a muscle relaxer. We were preparing for not only our upcoming world tour but also our comeback which came with a whole new set of choreographies for each of the new songs on the album. I wiped the sweat off my brow as I skimmed through the aisles. I finally found the small plastic bottle and made a beeline towards the cashier. From afar I saw a girl dressed in grey sweatpants and a pullover burgundy sweater. She ran her hands through her long brown hair that fell down her back and ended right near her perfectly round bottom.

I got in line, eager to see the face of the girl with the perfect rear-view. As soon as I was within arms-length of her however, I recognized the girl; it was Y/N. We hadn’t seen each other since she broke up with me a month ago. I immediately wanted to switch aisles or even leave the store in total but my feet stayed planted to their stop on the floor. In my temporary paralysis, I remembered how much I’d missed her and how much it hurt to see her so close to me and not be able to reach out to her the way i once would have.

It was Y/N’s turn to cash out so she moved forward and placed her item on the counter. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the slim white box I recognized to be a pregnancy test.

“Why are you buying that?” I blurted out so quick I had no chance to even rethink my choice of words or my tone. Immediately Y/N whipped her head around to face me. Her cheeks were flushed her eyes looked a bit swollen, probably from lack of sleep.

“Joonie..” She murmured, her mouth ajar. She quickly shifted to block the little box from my view.

“Y/N… it’s been awhile,” I said. “Too long.”

“Yeah it has,” she replied softly. Her voice was as light as ever but a bit more raspy than usual.

“How will you be paying?” asked the girl behind the register, claiming Y/N’s attention again.

Y/N mumbled a quick, “Debit” and tapped her card. She quickly put the box in her purse, trying to be inconspicuous.

“Wait for me, will you?” I asked her. I wondered who she could be buying the pregnancy test for.

She nodded and waited for me to finish my transaction. I swiftly added a Ring Pop to my items, remembering that they were her favorite candy.

We exited the store together and I shivered at the cool air that brushed over my skin leaving me with goosebumps.

“So, how have you been?” She asked, keeping her eyes on the ground as we walked through the parking lot. I could see her car in the distance and if it was possible I wanted to transport the car even farther so that I would have an excuse to be around her longer.

“Fine. Just busy. You?”

“Same old. Same old.” she replied dryly,

I scratched the back of my head trying come up with the right way to phrase my question. “So who is the test for? Is it for Camille?” I asked. Camille was Y/N’s best friend and I remembered that Camille was always complaining about her boyfriend not being completely committed to her. I had heard her talk about trying to get pregnant before to teach him a lesson and I didn’t buy it, but now that Y/N had the test in the her purse there was only one explanation.

We reached her car and Y/N turned around to face me.

“It’s not for Camille. The test is for me.” The corners of her eyes were watering and it did not help my confusion.

“Is there someone else? Already?” I tried to keep my voice under control, I didn’t want to cry and I sure as hell didn’t want to yell at her.

“No. Never.” She said. She kept her gaze focused on my eyes and between our stare I found my answer. She was carrying my child.

I took in a deep breath. “Are you positive?” I asked in anticipation.

“This will be my third test.” She mumbled.

I stood there for a moment mouth gaping open, not knowing what question to ask next. “How long have you known? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn't’ want you to feel burned. You are at the peak of your career and you didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want you to ever have to sacrifice your dreams for me.”

I shook my head. “I would do anything for you. This child is not a burden… It’s a gift and it’ll bring us closer together. I may not be here for you first months but I’ll be here when it’s born and I’ll take care of the both of you, not because you’re a responsibility but because you are the love of my life and I-I”

I didn’t know how else to explain how much Y/N meant to me so I quickly reached into the plastic pharmacy bag I had in my hand and turned my back to her. I yanked the Ring Pop out and turned around. I got down on one knee in the parking lot and held out the blue and red candy to her.

“Y/N put your faith in me. Put your faith in us. I want to have this child with you. I want you to know that you are everything to me. I want you to know that you should marry me.”

Y/N dropped down to her knees and cupped my face. Tears streaming down her flushed face, she managed to say “Yes,” her voice even cracking a bit.

I placed the ring pop on her finger and pulled her into a tight embrace. I was never letting go again.

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ok i really hate that “wow harry was such a shitty 12 year old boy for not feeling obligated to buy the weasleys things” post and it’s various shitty comments so much for multiple reasons:

  • y’all missed when harry felt immensely guilty that the weasleys still gave him shelter and food and when he tried to repay them, molly was like “oh my goodness no” like he wished there was a way to help them (even tho hes a literal child and like that is too much weight to put on him??? and molly and arthur would literally never ask him to do that???) yet y’all are like “wow i can’t believe he didn’t just single handedly end their financial struggles bc it’s obviously his fault” like wtf lmao
  • “wow let me just buy this whole cart like an asshole” ok 1) that was his literal first time having money his abusers couldn’t get a hold of and 2) his friend just said he was hungry and didn’t want his roast beef sandwich, so of course harry’s 11 year old ass was gonna be like “i made a new friend AND i have all this money, i’m buying the whole cart for both of us”
  • “let’s go to hogsmeade it’s my treat but fuck you lol” that literally never happened but like ok
  • harry wanting a gold cauldron was when he was with hagrid and also once more see child has money for first time that his abusers cannot touch and it wasn’t so he could brag about it??? he was just like “holy shit i can buy whatever i want” because he has money for the first time and he was ELEVEN (11)

anyway idk what books you were reading but stop acting like harry james potter was this selfish little asshole who used money to one up people, when like that has literally never happened in the books ever

What she says: im fine

What she really means: The Fact that harry made His daughters middle name Luna makes me so fucking happy but why THE FUCK did he make Albus’s middle name severus like wtf bro that greasy haired asshole hated you and would have gladly allowed voldemort to kill you and your Dad for the sake of keeping your mom around?? Also he made your life literal hell for no reason OMG…why didnt you name him idk?? REMUS?? the poor man died FOR YOU not even a year after his first child was born and not even that but so did his wife oh my g o d his child is an orphan bc they wanted to help you out and he was also one. of. your. dads. best. friends. you called him a coward for trying to help you and he still forgave you and this is how you repay him?? l do not understand. I do not understand the headassery that is you harry James potter i simply do not

anonymous asked:

(Hi, I saw a post a while back that mentioned the colour green somewhere, which got me thinking about a family member. Then I realised there were a bunch of other things in my childhood that were weird cooincedences. So I wrote this! I'll have to send it in multiple asks, though, Hope that's alright!) ____________ You know the name that your parents planned on giving you, but never followed through with? What you were going to be called until they changed their minds. [Part 1]

Your almost-name that was erased from the stars and rewritten in the dust of comets. Well, my almost-name was Maria. It means “mistress of the sea”, or “Wished-for child”. My mother had wanted to call me that. But as time progressed and my birth drew near, something must have compelled her otherwise. She decided against the name, and waited until I was born. The first time she saw me, she knew what I would be named. [Part 2]  

Of course, to give my true name would be the very opposite of its meaning. And I’m not one for irony. So there I was, Maria. Growing up in the middle of my country’s capital city; as far from the sea as possible. A little girl with hair that fell in choppy, untameable blonde waves and eyes as blue as the bottomless abyss. My parents could not have been happier. Infant took the first tentative steps through years into toddler, and from toddler to child I passed. [Part 3]      

Slamming chubby fingers onto the keys of my grandfather’s piano, and relishing in the sweet, incoherent jumble of notes. Racing through the seemingly endless garden and brushing the roses with sunlit hands, paying their thorns no mind. Breathing in the smell of aged wood for the first time as I stepped into the faded blue garden shed, its shelves littered with acrylic paint tubes. And the empty canvas, sitting there, waiting. [Part 4]     

They were my childhood memories; my parents and grandparents guiding me in the creative practices that had run through out veins for generations. Then the sea came flooding in. One might say it was the green that did it. See, my mother never wore any other colour - her entire wardrobe consisted of veridians and shamrocks, even down to her jewellery. And green is Their colour. They’re drawn to green like moths to a flame. [Part 5]                  

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For: Anon

Imagine: Finding out that you are pregnant with Eric’s child and being scared to tell him.

You stand in the training room alongside Four and your boyfriend, Eric. As a trainer, it was your responsibility to show the initiates how to spar, however you felt sick to your stomach today. Should I tell Eric? Nah, I’ll be fine. 

“Y/N and I will be showing you some new fighting techniques today,” Eric announces to the initiates. The two of you transferred to Dauntless together, you were from Candor, he was from Dauntless, on the first day of initiation you had gone through your fear landscapes, you and Eric were the only ones in the dorm room, and he had comforted you. You two became fast friends and had started dating soon after; you’ve been together for almost six years now and are absolutely inseparable.

You step into the mat alongside Eric and he looks at you muttering, “The initiates are so annoying, I fucking hate kids.”

You roll your eyes and tell him to start. After demonstrating a few different techniques to the initiates you start to feel dizzy, Eric goes in for a punch and you clutch you mouth gagging, he steps back and you run out of the training room. 

“Y/N!” Eric calls after you, his voice laced with concern. 

You quickly find the washroom and shut the door behind you, throwing up in the toilet, you don’t hear the door opening, but when you feel someone grabbing your hair and rubbing your back, you instantly know that it’s Eric. 

You step away from the toilet, flushing and rinse out your mouth to get rid of the taste of vomit. 

“Are you alright baby?” Eric asks, his eyes filled with worry. 

You absentmindedly nod knowing that you should tell him that this has been happening for the past week. But you dread thinking about what the meaning of this might be. 

“-okay?” You finally hear Eric say. 

“Huh?” You look at him. 

“We’re you even listening to a word I said Y/N?” Eric asks, you look down at your hands, “of course you weren’t, what’s gotten into you Y/N? Lately you’ve been acting so distant, if there’s a problem you can tell me baby, if I did something wrong get angry, yell at me, but don’t distance yourself like this.”

“It’s nothing like that Eric, I’ve just been really tired lately, and I think I might just be getting a fever or something, I’ll go to the infirmary later today.” You lie. 

Eric sees right through the you, but just says, “Alright Y/N, go home and rest, Four and I can take care of the initiates for the rest of the day." 

You wait for Eric to go back into the training room before walking towards the pit; you go into one of the drugstores, buy a pregnancy test, and walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment. 

You go into the washroom and put the test to use. You sit on the washroom floor waiting for the result. 

You wait for a few minutes and finally build up the courage to look at it; you see a little plus sign on the screen. Fuck. The result is positive, this can’t be happening, how will you ever tell Eric? 

You sit on the couch, Eric words from earlier today replay in your mind, ‘I fucking hate kids.’ This wasn’t the first time he had admitted something like this to you, you knew how much he disliked kids. Your lip begins to quiver at you let out a whimper, wrapping your arms around your stomach. You can’t help but wonder, what if Eric leaves you, or worse yet, what if he makes you get rid of the child. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him. No, he is the father, he has the right to know, and I have to tell him. Come on Y/N, you’re Dauntless, stop being so scared.

You continue crying until you hear the doorknob rattle, Eric was home. Shit. You quickly wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and go into the bedroom.

“Y/N I’m home!” Eric calls out, you don’t respond, knowing that your voice will betray you, “Y/N?”

You hear Eric’s footsteps coming closer, and he enters the room, “Y/N? Are you okay? Why weren’t you responding to me baby?”

“Eric I-” your voice breaks and you can’t continue.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Eric almost looks scared.

You force yourself to look him in the eyes, and knowing that you will not be able to answer him, you hand him the test. He looks confused at first, but realization soon strikes his face.

“You’re pregnant…” He says in shock. He’s not happy, fuck he is not happy.

“Pleasedon’tbemadatme,ifyouwantmetoleavethenIwill,I’msorry!” You say quickly.

“Y/N-”

You take a deep breath, “No Eric, i-it’s okay, really, I know how much you hate kids, but I’m not getting rid of my child, if you don’t want it then I’ll leave!”

“But-”

“I’m serious Eric, you won’t have to take any responsibility for it, I won’t even tell it that you are its father after it is born, you jus-” Eric presses his lips against yours to shut you up, stare at him with wide eyes as he pulls back.

“You just never shut up do you,” He says.

“Wait, so you’re not upset?” You ask hopefully.

“Did I say that?” His expression hardens and your heart sinks, “Of course I’m upset Y/N.”

You look away from him and try to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m upset that you thought I would leave you. I’m upset that you were afraid to tell me any of this. I’m upset that you didn’t want to tell me that I-I’m going to be a dad,” You look up at him and his face breaks out into a grin. He grabs your shoulders and shakes you happily, “I’m going to be a dad Y/N, a dad!”

You wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up in his arms bridal style, spinning you around, “We’re going to be parents Y/N, I can’t believe this! Fuck I can’t believe this, I’m so fucking happy right now.”

He puts you down and kisses you passionately, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you more Eric.”

Eric kneels down and kisses your stomach, “and I love you most!”

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Secret of These Hands Ch. 1 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello babes! Ahhhh I’m almost at my first thousand followers and I’m literally about to freak out because I never thought I would ever get here. This is insane!! I just want to thank you all for getting me here because without an amazing audience like you, I honestly don’t know what I’d be doing with my life. Anyways, here’s the first official chapter of “Secret of These Hands”. Enjoy! xx

Description:You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. 

One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Intro

MASTERLIST


You stared at the departure board, your eyes scanning over each destination. There were endless possibilities of where you could go, but all you knew was that you wanted to get away from this place. The Seattle was bustling with people and every once in a while someone would brush past you, knocking you in the shoulder or getting you off balance. The close proximity of the people around you made you antsy about your hands, even though they were gloved. Knowing that you could accidentally go through someone’s lifetime always put you on edge, even with the gloves on. 

As you scanned the board, you eyes landed on a particular city. New Orleans. It was all the way across the country, it was culturally enriching, and it would be hard for anybody to track you down. Well, at least you hoped. You shoved your hand into your back pocket, feeling the wad of cash that was supposed to take you wherever you wanted to go. Ever since you were thirteen, you had been stashing away your allowance for this. That had been the year you decided that you were going to get the hell out of your life. That life was your old life now; you were about to begin a new one. One where nobody knew who you were, knew what you could do. You could start fresh. 

The lady at the airline reception desk eyed you suspiciously when you asked for one ticket to New Orleans in the middle of the night, all by yourself, with a whole stack of bills. She had good reason to be, but you were honest. 

“I hate to bug you hun, but this doesn’t seem too right. It’s two o’clock in the morning, you’re alone, you got a whole lot of cash, and you want a one way ticket to Louisiana. I don’t have to call security, do I?” She was trying to be sincere, but she couldn’t help raising her eyebrow at you. 

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I’m going to be honest with you. I literally just turned eighteen two hours ago, and my family basically wants to disown me, so for the past five years I’ve been saving up money to leave. This is my way out. I’m totally legal and I didn’t acquire this money illegally.” You chuckled nervously. You literally just confessed your life story to a complete stranger. “The only thing I am doing is running away from this life, so that’s what I’d like to do, if you don’t mind.” You gave her a small smile, and she responded with a slow nod, letting her fingers type furiously on her computer. You heard the sound of a printer, and she handed you your ticket. 

“Try the beignets at City House Square on 5th, you’ll fall in love.” She smiled sweetly at you, and giving you a wink. 

“I will, and thank you.” You turned away towards the terminal, shifting your bag on your shoulder. You whispered to yourself. “A new beginning is just what I need.” 

The hallways were packed with people surprisingly and you weaved in out and of them, trying to find your gate. Of course, it was the last one all the way at the other end of the airport. When you finally saw the screen with your departure information, you plopped yourself down on a chair, and pulled out your headphones. Suddenly, all the outside noise was droned out by one of your favorite songs on a playlist of yours. You checked the time. You still had forty-five more minutes till boarding.

The time seemed to whiz by. The plane parked, the people got off, you got in line, and now you were giving the man your ticket. 

“Thank you.” You gave him a slight nod and made your way down the ramp to the plane. The deep sigh that came out of you relaxed your muscles and you felt like the world had just been lifted off of your shoulders. You found your seat in the middle of the plane, next to the window. A small smile came across your face as you looked up out the window, watching the stars. 

The plane wasn’t nearly filled to capacity. You guessed that not many people took spontaneous trips to New Orleans at three in the morning. The pilot spoke over the intercom, telling you the flying the conditions and the estimated time of arrival. As the lights inside the cabin dimmed, the hum of the engine began to lull you to sleep. The soft music in your ears drowned out the violent take off, letting you relax in your seat, and lean your head against the window. 

All you could think about was that there was nobody binding you anymore, no old life you had to hold onto anymore. You were free, you could explore, and there was nobody around you that had anything against you. 

The last thought that ran through your mind before you fell asleep was echoed softly through your head. 

It’s only me and a new life ahead of me. 


I know it’s short, but I’m trying to get it to build. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of your day! I’ll have two new chapter tomorrow, and maybe a one shot depending on how things go when I write tonight. I love you all, xoxo

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Baby Fever (Scarlet Heart Ryeo! Wang Baek-ah) Pt2

Type: Fluff

Request: Can you make a part 2 for baby fever ? The scarlet heart fanfic ?:)


Part 1


Crying took over the room as it pierced the air with force. “Girl” was called out by the doctor as Baek-ah stared in amazement. The small girl was quickly cleaned off “you did wonderful” Baek-ah praised as your body twitched in pain “ah” you yell “what’s wrong?” he asked as the doctor looked up at him.

~

“I’m never having children again Wang Baek-ah!” you yelled loudly as he clutched your hand. As you gave one last push. Yeri, Hara, and lastly Chan. The shocking trio no one expected. Your body had no complete evidence of three children. Baek-ah was a tall man and naturally you assumed it meant a big baby after all your sister was large with one child as well.

“I don’t want you here” you hiss at him as he was still in shock at it all “its not my fault” he spoke as you glared at him. A servant backed him up “I’m sorry prince but you should stay back for awhile” she warned him as he nodded. “My son is very small. Is he alright?” he asked the doctor “he may be fighting harder than his sisters for awhile but he seems to be a healthy boy” he was told as the tiny boy was brought over to him nicely wrapped. “Hello my son” he whispered dreamily as the little one was placed into his arms before his vision drifted to the small girls cuddled together in a crib. He felt so light headed, he couldn’t imagine what you were going through, having your body push three large headed children. Even if they were smaller than average they were still a large object forcing it’s way out of a tiny hole.

“Y/N do you want to hold your children?” Baek-ah asked. You looked at him and instantly melted at the sight before you nodded. After you were cleaned up you were finally able to hold your children. “Yeri” you spoke as your first born was placed into your arms “Hara” Baek-ah called out and “Chan” you two said together.

~

“Why haven’t we met the baby yet?” Won asked his brother who smiled. He hadn’t told anyone other than his own mother and father about the extra blessings from the stars yet. He hadn’t even spoke of the gender “my child is very small” he says honestly “smaller than average. That is why we have no one to meet them yet” he spoke as his brother didn’t catch his mistake. Honestly that was the true reason no one has get to meet them, you were mainly worried of Chan’s health more than his sisters, since he was the littlest of the little ones. You wanted to make sure he would survive the night before anyone came to see which them grew to surviving a week. “Next week at the 2 week mark we’ll gather you all to meet” Baek-ah promised as he headed into the palace.

~

Baek-ah came home to the sounds of light crying as he rushed towards your room “what’s wrong?” he asked as you sighed “Hara will not stop crying because neither of her siblings have given up their spot yet” you say as your chest was being blocked by hungry infants. “We can get a wet nurse” he spoke as you shook your head no. You simply gestured to the servant who rushed over and took Yeri away from your chest and Baek-ah brought Hara close who instantly latched on “they will need to learn to share” you smile as Baek-ah was handed his daughter who he cooed at.

~

Baek-ah sat nervously before he glanced down at Chan who was looking up at him “your family is coming to see you and your sisters today” he whispered as he gave a smile to the concentrated baby who was still staring. “You don’t care much do you? As long as you can sleep” he says as he hears a little sound from his son before a servant calls for him and he brings Chan close as he gets up.

He stepped out at he met the eyes of his younger brother Jung who had a smile on his face. “Won was not kidding about you saying small” he spoke seeing that his brother’s hand was covering his son’s whole head. “He’s the smallest” he spoke as his words registered a bit more for Jung “smallest, what do you mean?” he asked. Baek-ah simply smiled guiding his brother in more. “Sit please” Baek-ah asked as he lightly passed the boy off to his uncle. He felt unsure with the moment but relaxed as Chan curled into him. “His name?” Jung asked “Wang Chan” Baek-ah spoke calmly, he had a special bond already with his boy that he didn’t have with his daughters. But then he and the girls had a bond he would never have with Chan either.

~

He smiled as his son was surrounded by his family. The newborn was trying to locate a familiar face. He cleared his throat when he saw you step out of the room “there’s a reason why Chan is so small” Baek-ah states as his brothers look up “he took up the least amount of space” he finished “there’s more?” Wook asked quickly as Baek-ah and you shared a smile before heading into your room and Baek-ah came out carrying another baby. “This is Yeri” he whispers as he shows his eldest daughter to them. “Twins” Eun comments as Baek-ah shook his head no. You came out holding another “this is Hara” you comment with a smile. “You had three?” Yo asked amazed as you nodded. “Who would like to hold a baby?” you asked as they other boys shot up heading for your daughters.

anonymous asked:

Zen and Jumin's baby momma in the hospital and after they give birth, how are the boys with their babies and baby mommas. Can it be a daughter too please? I love imagining them with little baby girls <3

Zen

•Zen is crying in the birthing room, most definitely. He wants to hold the baby as soon as possible, even though he knows his baby momma should hold their daughter first

•His face hurts from smiling so much, and he’s wiping his eyes so much trying to regain composure but it’s so difficult when he’s staring down at his little girl’s face. He can’t believe it!!! His little girl!! She’s finally here and he’s so happy to finally see her

•He’s also so incredibly proud of his baby momma. He grabs her face and kisses her head and cheeks, tells her, “You did it, ______. You did it!”

•Someone is going to have to tell Zen to calm down though. All he wants to do is pick up his baby and squeeze her, she’s just so damn cute. He just settles for nose snuggles and gentle forehead kisses for now though. He ends being incredibly gentle with his baby girl, almost too gentle. Once he realizes how fragile his baby is, he’s incredibly cautious. He’ll probably end up going through one of those “Please use hand sanitizer before you pick up my child and before you even step into her nursery, thank you” 

•Zen doesn’t sleep at all the night his baby is born though. Whether they go home or stay at he hospital, he literally just stands over the baby as she sleeps and watches her. He seriously can’t take his eyes off of her. He’s in love from the first moment he sees her

•He gets scolded a lot by his s/o because he always wants to wake the baby during nap time to hold her. He has withdrawals if she’s not in his arms at least every hour. So nap time and bed time are the worst because he JUST WANTS TO HOLD HER he can’t help it

•Zen still needs to work, even in the first few weeks they bring the baby home. If he’s frustrated with learning new lines, he just takes a break and goes to hold his baby girl or watch her sleep. He finds it very relaxing and it never fails to calm him down

Jumin

•Jumin made sure that everything was in place for this birthing. Made sure his baby momma had the best doctors and nurses, the best hospital room, the most comfortable bed, etc. Everything was perfect. He was there, right at her side, trying to soothe her through the pain. Jumin is very encouraging and comforting, not too over the top and not too insensitive. Best baby daddy you could ask for to be at your side tbh

•When his baby girl is born, Jumin is content letting his s/o hold her first. No matter how badly he wants to hold his baby, he wants his baby mamma to have her first. She deserves it, after all

•At first, Jumin is highly concerned about making certain his baby and his baby momma are healthy before anything else. Before he can indulge in spending time with his new baby, he needs to talk to the doctors and make arrangements for his family to come home. He wants his baby momma to be catered to 24/7 back at home, and wants to make sure the nursery is all set up, all of that jazz

•When everything is settled and he does get to hold her for the first time, he’s just silent. Silent and smiling down at her for the longest time. Just sits down and makes a point to memorize all her little features

•He likes to kiss his baby’s hands. They’re just so small and cute he can’t help it. Kisses the back of her hand like the little princess she is too

•Sometimes people tell you to leave your baby alone if they’re crying, just to let them calm down on their own, but Jumin can’t. The second his little girl cries, he hurries to pick her up. Even in the middle of the night when she cries, it’s like a privilege for him to be the one to go calm her down. Because that’s his little princess!! His baby girl!!! The future flashes before his eyes as he thinks about how much he’s going to spoil her. Little princess Han will have nothing but the best

"The Witch Mothers"

Eulalia is a clever woman. She has never been beautiful, brave, talented, nor even particularly kind, but she has always been clever.

She has talked her way out from under her father’s heavy hand many a time, she has kept their feeble farm afloat with naught but her words and a cartful of meagre crops. Eulalia’s silver tongue can sell a bottle of dirt to a pauper, and she has done so when in a pinch, but in a poor town surrounded by poor people there is only so much money to be swindled.

Eulalia wants nothing more than to leave, travel far away to the towns by the sea, where the buildings are brightly coloured, the air is salty and food is plenty. Eulalia has saved up all her money to go, hidden every coin she has under the floor boards, but it has all been for naught.

For she has fallen in love with a stable boy and is now with child. The stable boy is as unhappy with his home as she, and he would gladly steal away two horses so they may elope in the night, but travelling is hard, and travelling while pregnant far too dangerous. Her mother had passed during birth and Eulalia fears the same fate will fall upon her, it can not be risked.

However, her father will be furious if he finds out, a child out of wedlock, what would people say? His beatings will double, if not triple, and Eulalia’s silver tongue would likely do nothing to quell such a rage.

Thoughts race through Eulalia’s clever head.

She considers poisonous herbs to force her to lose the child, it would be a mercy to both of them, she does not want to bring them into a world as unloving as the one she had been born into, and she knows she would resent the child for the difficulties it was causing her, regardless of it not truly being to blame. Though the herbs are risky, they are far too likely to kill her as well as the child and so she abandons the idea.

She could kill her father and frame it as an accident, but the risk of being found out is too great, her hatred of the man is well known and she would be suspected immediately, and though her lover may forgive her were she to do the deed herself he would never aid her in such a dangerous act.

She knows that she will have to act quickly, before her father notices her belly grow, she needs a way to have him killed without being suspected herself, she needs someone to raise her child in her stead, and she needs to ensure that she will even make it through the birth alive.

She needs a witch.

Eulalia knows of four witches that live in the nearby woods, each would gladly take her child, but there are risks. There are many different reasons for a witch to want a child, some of those reasons darker than others, if Eulalia is to sell her child to a witch she will get only one favour in return and her child may be eaten or sacrificed.

Asking to have her father killed would mean nothing if she is to die in childbirth, and wishing to survive childbirth will be useless if her father were to beat her to death afterwards. If only she could have more than one favour, but she would need more than one child… or perhaps, more than one witch. A plan comes to Eulalia’s mind, Eulalia’s clever, clever mind and that very night she shares her clever thoughts with her beloved stable boy.

While her father is out hunting the next morning the young woman gathers up her skirts and hikes into the woods alone, she assures her lover that she will be safe and her journey will be short, she does not need to know where she is going. You do not find the witch you seek, the witch will always find you.

Verano, the Witch of Summer, is the first.

“What is it you want, girl?” Verano asks of her in a parched, dry voice that crackles like fire.

“I wish to make a trade.” says Eulalia, opening her satchel. “I wish for good health through pregnancy and a quick recovery after birth. I will trade you one of four things in return.” Eulalia holds out a small cracked mug, a ragged home-sewn shawl and a broken mirror.

The witch ignores the trinkets, eyeing only the woman’s belly, “What is the fourth?”

Eulalia lays a hand across her midsection, “My first born child, though I request that you only choose your payment the day after the child has been born, you may come and consider all gifts equally and leave with the one you prefer over the others.” Eulalia plays the part of the desperate mother clinging to hope and the witch’s mercy, she plays it well.

Verano smirks, “I will grant your wish and agree to your terms, but I assure you the child will be the one I choose.”

Eulalia grasps her belly tightly, “We will see, Summer Witch.”

The next day Eulalia once again makes her way into the forest, her satchel of trinkets on her shoulder, this time, she seeks the Autumn Witch.

“What is it that you desire, child?” Otoño asks of her with a voice as fragile and delicate as the crisp leaves underfoot.

“I wish good fortune upon myself and my lover, we are to travel soon and I would feel safer knowing that we won’t encounter any dangers upon the road.” Eulalia makes her offer and the Autumn Witch agrees to the terms.

The next day Eulalia seeks the Witch of Winter.

“You are brave to come out here all alone young one, what is it you wish to gain from this journey?” Invierno asks, her words harsh and cold like an icy wind.

“I wish for my father’s death, an accident that cannot be blamed on myself,” Eulalia gives the Winter Witch the same offer as the witch before, Invierno agrees gleefully and promises her father a perfectly accidental demise.

The next day Eulalia enters the forest to meet with the last witch.

“My what a scrumptious young thing I’ve found wandering my woods alone,” says the sickly, sweet honeyed voice of the Witch of Spring. “What can I do for you my pet?”

“I wish for a pouch of endless coins.” Eulalia says quickly before offering her gifts and terms. Primavera smiles hungrily, promising that when Eulalia gets home her new magical purse will be waiting. She travels home quickly and hides it under the floorboards.

Only a week later Eulalia is approached by a friend of her father with news of his death.

“A bear caught us unaware in the woods. I don’t understand what it was doing here so far from the mountains but…”

Eulalia feigns shock and surprise, the hunter assures her that the bear has been killed and will not bring harm to any others of the village, “The beast will be skinned, I will bring you it’s fur personally.”

She thanks him tearfully, false sobs hiding her laughter. Her father will never lay a hand upon her again.

As Eulalia’s belly grows so too does her solitude, she fakes her grief so well that nobody questions when she locks herself away, sending the sweet, caring stable boy to do her chores and fetch goods from the market. The villagers say she is lucky to have such a decent young man to look after her, Eulalia and her father may have quarrelled often, but she is young and fragile and could not possibly cope on her own without the generous help of the local stable boy. Everyone hopes to see them marry when her grief finally passes.

The day of birth comes, she secretly delivers the child at home, quickly and with very little difficulty as the Witch of Summer promised. Eulalia feeds the child as her lover prepares their meagre belongings, packing away the magic coin purse and sneaking a pair of horses from the town stables. Before they leave she lays her sleeping child on the bearskin alongside the cracked mug, ratty shawl and broken mirror. She gives the little girl a tender kiss on her small forehead.

“Thank you.” Eulalia whispers before she and the stable boy disappear into the darkness of the early morn, never to be heard from again.

The witches are not impressed be the arrangement.

“We have been tricked!” says Invierno, “The wench has promised the child to all of us! She must be punished!”

“We were not promised the child,” Otoño softly reminds her, “we were promised one of four things, there is a gift here for each of us, she has broken no rules.”

“She knew we would all want the child.” states Verano, “But she has left us to fight for it ourselves, she knows she has kept her side of the bargain. We have no power over her.”

“I say we hunt her down and slit her throat for this treachery!” Primavera hisses. “And we can split the child down the middle and across the belly, we can each take a piece!”

“If you dare harm the child I will kill you,” threatens Invierno. “I am in need of a slave, I have no use for child pieces.”

“And should you harm the mother the fates will send swift punishment,” warns Otoño, “despite her clear devious intent, she HAS kept her word. We agreed to choose a gift, without the mother or those of her blood here to mediate the choice for who may have the child the choice lands on our shoulders.”

“The child is of her blood.” says Verano, “Per the rules, the child must choose who of us is to take her.”

“But the child’s word is not binding until she comes of age!” Primavera snips. “We would have to wait sixteen years!”

“We are bound by the rule of the fates Primavera.” Otoño says quietly. “We have little choice in the matter. Unless three of us can agree to give up their claim to the child, we must wait.”

No witch is willing to give up her claim, so it is agreed that Otoño will take the child until autumn’s end, at which point she will pass her along to Invierno for the winter. Primavera will take her for the spring and come summer hand her off to Verano, after which the cycle will begin anew until the sixteen years are up and the girl makes her choice.

Otoño is the one who gifts the child with the name Nina. She raises the girl as she would her own babe, with love and care and compassion. She is sad to pass the child along and yearns for her return in the next year.

Invierno spends little time with Nina, preferring to swaddle the little girl up in rags and leave her until she is to be fed or changed. She has no interest in babies and only speaks to Nina when needing an ear to complain about a spell gone awry or a bothersome forest spirit. She is not sad to see the girl disappear from her home for the next three seasons, she will no longer have to waste her healing potions on Nina’s teething gums.

Primavera has many uses for the child. Though she cannot eat her flesh as she would like, the hair and fingernails of a babe can be used in many spells for youth and beauty. Nina is pampered with herbal creams and lotions, anything to help her soft hair and tiny nails grow quickly, although she is occasionally left with sore fingers and toes when the witch carelessly cuts too close to flesh.

Verano prefers to spend her three months teaching Nina to speak, familiarising her with the words for items around the hut, or animals outside the windows. If the girl is to become her apprentice she will need to know how to see and hear and touch the world around her. ‘Verano’ is Nina’s first word.

The other witches take it very personally.

By the time Nina returns to the Summer Witch she is speaking many new words and phrases.

“Tono mama best.” Nina says after her second autumn.

“Inveeya strong mama!” she cries after her second winter.

“Preemvee pretty mama!” she proclaims after her second Spring.

“VERANO!” Nina screams in excitement any time she eyes a puddle of mud.

Verano knows perfectly well that this is not an accident. She teaches Nina that food is for throwing if fed by anything other than a golden spoon, knowing full well she is the only one to own such a thing. She teaches Nina that long hair is always for pulling, knowing she is safe with her own short fiery locks out of the child’s reach.

Otoño retaliates by teaching Nina to walk. The others are unprepared and swiftly learn to keep their poisonous ingredients up on high shelves. Invierno creates a cage of wood and ice to keep the child confined. Primavera inadvertently teaches Nina some very very inappropriate new words when catching her with a sprig of Oleander in her mouth, once the danger has passed she teaches her a plethora of new ones just for fun.

After being savagely cussed for not allowing Nina to stay up after bedtime, Verano pleads for a truce.

As the years pass Nina learns the ways of her witch mothers, she watches and questions and helps when she is asked.

From Verano Nina learns the power of the Sun, of fire and heat and the magic born within the ashes of the hearth, how it may be used for health and healing and creation. She learns to cure wounds and ailments, and conjure constructs of shadow and ash. She learns that Verano has the warmest kisses of all her witch mothers, a burning touch upon her forehead will linger the night through, keeping the monsters in the darkness at bay.

From Otoño Nina learns the power of the Seer, of prophecies and fortunes that can guide and be guided, the nature of change and how fate can never truly be controlled, but swayed. She learns to see the signs of misfortune upon the roads she travels and how to walk between the ill omens that lay before her. She learns that Otoño’s gentle embrace can cast away all the shadows of sadness and fear, even without the aid of spells and magic.

From Invierno Nina learns the power of the Beasts, of creatures in the night who hunt and howl, she learns the ways of the goblins and gnomes, of the merfolk below the ocean’s depths and the wolfbeings who prowl the woods. She learns of survival in the woods, the home of these creatures, how to ward them away from her food and her fire, how to fight when still they approach, uninvited. She learns of Invierno’s love of games, how her cool eyes blaze with the fire of competition and her spirit soars when they race for the sake of pure fun.

From Primavera Nina learns the power of Beauty, of the secret poisons that hide within the prettiest of flowers, of the mesmerising nature of a sweet voice and a charming face. She learns the nature of illusions, distraction and misdirection, gentle touches and swift fingers, silver words that confound and bind the unsuspecting. She learns of Primavera’s self doubt, that the days her hands are busiest are the days her thoughts are cluttered, Nina finds that kind, encouraging words can weave a special magic of their own at times like these.

The witches, in turn, learn many things about their young ward.

Verano learns that Nina likes to sing while doing chores, she has little talent and her songs are often nonsense, but the witch enjoys them nonetheless, and when Nina cannot be found for supper it is often the fault of the nearby river, it’s enticing cool waters tempt her so on the hottest of days and she will succumb each and every time without fail.

Otoño learns that Nina enjoys her tea with a heaping dose of honey, she has a tongue for sweets and a fondness for cooking, if left alone for an afternoon the witch will find her home smelling positively delectable upon her return. On their regular outings Nina will leap upon any leaf pile deemed large enough to soften her fall and quite often forgets her scarf when it is cold, Otoño suspects she does so on purpose simply to bother her.

Invierno learns that Nina is tenacious, she often does not pick up on lessons right away, but her determination will carry her through any task no matter how difficult it may be. She is competitive, and will always strive to hunt a bigger kill, collect more herbs, cut down the bigger tree, to Nina everything is a challenge to be surpassed, she and Invierno have this in common.

Primavera learns that Nina cannot keep her fingers out of her hair, she fiddles with her dark curls relentlessly if she has little else to do to keep her hands busy, she will even play with the silky tendrils of the witch’s hair if allowed, braiding and twisting the luscious strands into intricate designs atop her head. She also chews the ragged ends of her always filthy nails to Primavera’s unrivalled disgust.

Nina is taught by all the witches that the most sacred magic comes from the world around them, for it is from the world that the witches learn their craft. Nina did not learn from the world, and so as far as she is concerned the most sacred of all magics come from the hearts of her very own mothers.

Nina loves her mothers, she loves them all unconditionally, she loves them all equally. The witches know this well, and so when the day of their beloved daughter’s sixteenth year comes the witches gather, they gather with food and gifts and games. They gather each with the same Question balanced atop their lips.

'Who will you choose?’

The Question sits throughout the games, it sits throughout their meal, it sit throughout the giving of gifts. It sits and sits and sits on the lips of each witch as they steal secret glances to one another, waiting to see who will be the one to let it tumble forth.

The day passes, Nina and the witches talk far into the night, moving into Otoño’s warm hut when the chill of darkness sets in. The witches know that they cannot part ways before the Question is asked for they must all be present when Nina is to make her choice, but still not a one of the four can bring herself to say it aloud. Nina chatters happily away, knowing nothing of her mothers’ plight, she has never had all of them together for an entire night, and she has never seen them get along so well. She wishes that they would never leave, she wishes this night would never end.

Morning comes and Invierno offers her aid in the small kitchen as Nina begins cooking breakfast. “How do you get anything done in a kitchen so small?” the Winter Witch asks. “I shall not leave this home until we can build one of a decent size!”

Verano offers to fetch water from the well so that they may bathe, “How can you possibly travel so far for clean water each day?” the Summer Witch asks upon her return, “I will not leave this home until I have dug you a brand new well right upon your doorstep!”

Primavera does not offer her help with the morning’s chores, opting instead to comment snidely on Otoño’s pathetic attempt at a garden. “How could you possibly grow anything through all these weeds? I refuse to leave this home until this garden is worthy of my gaze!”

Otoño makes no complaints of her three guests, and Nina could not possibly feel any more delighted about their stay. When the kitchen is finished and winter inevitably arrives Nina, for the first time in her life, does not travel to Invierno’s home.

“The weather is too cold to travel such a distance,” says the Winter Witch, “we must stay here until the spring.”

Nina knows the both of them have travelled in far worse conditions just for sport, but she says nothing, nor does she argue when Primavera weaves her own excuses for staying throughout the spring.

“If this garden is to have any chance I must remain to tend it through the spring,” she insists. “It has yet to meet my standards and I simply refuse to leave until it does!”

Verano does not even mention her old house when summer’s heat presses down upon them, she speaks only of the new river path she has spent the past seasons digging by the Autumn Witch’s home.

“With luck we shall be swimming again before summer’s end!”

The day of Nina’s seventeenth birthday arrives in the coming autumn, and the witches remember a Question that had never been asked. They suddenly realise, however, that such a Question no longer sits heavy upon their lips.

Another year passes, and another, and another. Otoño’s once small and shabby hut becomes a large den of life and noise, of bickering and laughter. The witches who once saw one another so rarely now break bread at a single table each night, along with the young woman who brought them all together when she was just a babe.

The witches can no longer imagine a world in which they do not live alongside one another, the thought of breaking their family apart hurts them so deeply they simply cannot fathom why they did not come together sooner.

Verano could never stand to lose the gentle kisses and tender embraces she now receives daily, Otoño could never go back to the silence that once settled upon her home, Invierno could never again survive without the talk and chatter that now sweeps away the loneliness, and Primavera could never give up the support and love and care that help to keep her ill thoughts at bay…

Though she never asks and is never told, Nina eventually discovers the truth of her birth mother, and of the choice she was to make all those years ago, for she knows that the children of witches are always the children of the unwanted. She knows there is a woman out there who did not dump her on the side of the road, nor drown her in a river, but instead promised her to four witches who would become the family that she knows and loves.

Nina will never meet the woman who birthed her, nor does she ever wish to, but on a dark night, when the wind whips through the trees like a beast through the underbrush, she whispers words to the woman who gave her away.

A long way away a woman sits peacefully by the ocean with her husband, arm in arm they watch the boats cross the beautiful waters, the woman places a hand atop her swollen belly. Her face is one of contentment.

A wild wind thrashes through the woman’s dark curls, and with it comes a voice she does not recognise.

“Thank you.”

A tear rolls down the woman’s cheek, though she does not know why. Her husband pulls her to her feet and they begin their walk home. Eulalia places her hand upon her belly once again.

She will do right by this one.

well this is finally done, I wanted to do more of the witches interacting after moving in together but the story got too long and I couldn’t find a good place to put it in, just imagine them all doing cute girlfriend things together

Headcanon that Hiccup doesn't know how to hold a baby until his first child is born

Astrid: He is so cute! Do you want a turn to hold him, babe? Oh, of course you do. He’s your son.“ *tries to hand newborn to Hiccup*

Hiccup: Uh…I…

Astrid: What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you don’t know how to hold a baby.

Hiccup: Well…

Astrid: Oh my Thor. You don’t know how to hold a baby.