When is your Lily and Liam fic coming out? Sometime this year 2026 or later?
Hi there. Lily and Liam will be coming at the end of August beginning of September. I have been writing some things that are a little more dark and a little more angst right now. So my favorite dynamic duo of siblings, Lillian Liam, taking on their dad with laughter will be the new project. We already have some chapters waiting for everyone.❤️❤️❤️
The a/b/o lover in me is going nuts. I wrote three already . Only one will be the official Drabble but I will add during the week. Let’s go sweet and end the week with smut l
@dreamjupiter , you made my day ♥️and as always team @galladrabbles thank you for hosting .
Feral
Mickey hears Lily bragging she’s “gonna get feral,” and his papa‑panic goes nuclear. He barrels into the room demanding to know who the boy is, what his GPA is, whether he’s been vaccinated, and if Iggy needs to start digging a fucking grave.
Lily just stares, stone‑faced, while Mickey spirals about “FERAL BEING A PAPA‑AND‑DADDY‑ONLY THING,” sweating like he’s briefing the FBI. He’s halfway through listing forbidden behaviors when Lily sighs: “Papa… it’s a band. Me and Aunt Mandy are going.”
Mickey freezes, turns fire‑engine red, Liam laughs, and Ian mutters, “Congrats, Mick. You grounded yourself.”
Thank you @gallavichthings for hosting. Right now, I am in the midst of a lot of dark and creepy writing, so to lighten up, my seven deadly sins are up against my favorite regressed kinder, Little Mickey. ❤️
It's time for the auction, a dream in the making for Lucy, a nightmare Shane can't wake up from. Old adversaries are sniffing about to claim him.
And Ilya, well, his Alpha is surging, and he really has no idea why. Poor baby.
Thank you, @smittybus22, for this week's theme of FATHER'S DAY.
Mickey sat on the couch with the old shoebox Lily decorated at age six, the one covered in crooked stars and glue fingerprints.
He pulled out her tiny cards, blocky letters, backwards Rs, drawings of him with giant muscles and snorted because she’d always been dramatic.
Then he opened the new envelope, smaller, green, his first Grandfather’s Day card. His granddaughter’s scribbles looked exactly like Lily’s once did. His throat tightened. Ian squeezed his knee.
Mickey muttered, “I ain’t gettin’ soft,” but he kept the card pressed to his chest, to his heart
And yes, there will be real artwork from the lovely Pinko in this fic, but for right now, the image created was done in Canva because I cannot draw for the life of me.
Thank you @starry-nights-17 for the theme of festivals, which has my brain going! I might have a few more on this theme. Now I picture Liam still at college for an internship program, and Mickey is feeling his kids getting older and says no to Lily's cheer camp so they can have family fun. Lily is a Milkovich and a mini Mickey; she exacts revenge. And you all know I suck suck suck at art, so this banner was done in Canva, no stick people were harmed!
Thank you @galladrabbles
Liam’s phone buzzed, and it was trying to warn him.
Pops: FUCK!!! YOUR SISTER DRAGGED US TO A FESTIVAL WHERE PEOPLE COMPETE TO ‘COMMUNE WITH WIND.’ THEY’RE ALL WEARING SCARFS
Dad: “It’s called BreezeFest. Lily won a ribbon for ‘Most Spirited Gust’
Pops: “SHE MADE ME STAND IN A WIND TUNNEL. A STRANGER THREW FLOWERS AT ME AND CALLED ME ‘AIR BROTHER.’
Liam: “Just breathe. Ironically
Dad: She signed Pops up for the Synchronized Sway-Off
Pops: FUCKING NOT SWAYING. I’M FRIGGIN HUMAN, NOT A TREE. IF I TIP OVER, LILY IS PAYING MY CHIROPRACTOR