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[princington]

hello i am adding my contribution to the zoey angst in baby bean au

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Bean just had her 1st birthday yesterday. There weren't too many people there; just her moms and Zoey and Bobby and Celine, but it didn't feel empty. Warmth and love spilled freely from all of them to each other all night. When Bean had to go to bed, she received hugs and kisses from all of them.

She blinked fondly at them, her tiny chin resting on her Appa's shoulder as Rumi took her upstairs. She gave a small wave and a little babble. Zoey smiled, returning the wave, but a pang of longing stabbed harshly in her chest.

It was early the next morning when she felt it: a tear in the Honmoon. Zoey got ready quickly, but heard no noise from Rumi and Mira's bedroom. They must've still been asleep.

Bean was old enough now for either Rumi or Mira to come with her on hunts while the other looked after her, but Zoey still preferred going alone. She was more expendable than either of them.

Best leave them be, Zoey thought, They must be exhausted after yesterday.

She slipped out the front door and went to face the demons alone.

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Mira woke with a start, Bean was screaming her head off.

"Hey, little one, it's okay, Mama's here, shhh...shh..." Mira gathered Bean up into her arms, bouncing her gently and rubbing her hand up and down her baby's back. But nothing soothed her.

Rumi stirred next.

"Whas- goin' on?" she said, eloquently, her hair mussed from deep sleep.

"Shh, shh." Mira hushed, before turning to face Rumi, "I don't know, she won't stop screaming."

Bean cried again, banging her little fists on Mira's back, her patterns - normally hard to see unless you looked hard enough - flared bright red.

Then they felt it.

The Honmoon wailed, and so did Bean, her little voice cracking from overuse.

"Oh shit." Mira whispered, realisation dawning, "Where's Zoey?"

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Zoey dragged her shaking finger along the tear, humming a much softer version of Golden; it was all she could manage. The tear collapsed, and with it, Zoey.

She hit the dirt hard. Warmth pooled beneath her, and she raised a trembling hand to her rapidly dwindling line of sight and barely winced when she saw it was covered in various shades of red.

She coughed and a glob of blood splattered to the dirt. It was too late to call anyone. Her phone lay shattered in her pocket, having borne the brunt of a club swung at her thighs.

Theoretically she could reach into the Honmoon and call for Rumi and/or Mira, but really, why should she bother them? They need rest. They need to be there for Bean. They need...

Zoey's head lolled limp on the dirt, and her eyes closed.

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"Mira, it's bad." Rumi's voice crackled through Mira's phone, "Get the kit ready, I'm going to my best to stabilise her here, and then I'm going to teleport."

"Got it already. Just bring our girl back."

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i was thinking about how Bean might have a stronger connection to the Honmoon than any of the girls, and thus be able to sense when either it or one of its hunters is in danger. Then that thought became this, so oopsie?

RIGHT AFTER HER BIRTHDAY????

[princington]

I saw on Twitter that someone mentioned the idea of baby Bean calling Zoey 'eomma', and after seeing a comment here saying the same thing, I can't get the idea out of my head.

I imagine Zoey playing with baby Bean and at that moment only Mira is present, Rumi has gone out for some reason, when Bean starts babbling 'eomma eomma' while reaching out her little arms towards Zoey, Mira is cooking, so without looking up, she just smiles when she hears her. Zoey doesn't react and just thinks that Bean wants Mira to hold her, so she says, "Eomma is busy right now." Baby Bean already knows the difference between Da and Ma, so she starts throwing one of those tantrums that little children do, holding her breath and letting tears well up in her little eyes, and she keeps insisting with gestures that her eomma Zoey pick her up... Zoey begins to understand that she is calling for her, but because she doesn't want to upset Mira in any way, she starts to correct Bean...

- Hehe No, Baby Bean... I'm 'AUNT' Zoey. While pointing to herself.

Bean just keeps crying, insisting that her "eomma" hold her, and Zoey does, just to stop baby Bean from crying, but Mira can still hear Zoey saying something like, "Don't worry, baby Bean, Auntie Zoey is here," from the kitchen. Mira is totally confused and doesn't understand why Zoey feels the need to correct Bean. Zo is clearly Bean's mum and part of her family. And then, as she watches two of the people she loves most interact, a flash of sadness crosses Zoey's eyes, that melancholy that you can't help but show when you know you're holding something precious in your hands but it doesn't really belong to you.

And it all hits Mira at once: Zoey's distance from her and Rumi, her thousand excuses for not spending time the three together , her insistence on leaving them alone for their "couple time". Zoey escaping from her bed in the middle of the night after reading a story to Baby Bean and getting caught between Rumi and her, remembering that time she swore she heard crying coming from Zoey's room but lost her attention when Rumi called her. Mira doesn't want to believe that Zoey hasn't realised that Rumi and she love her with the same intensity that they love each other. And even though they don't have a physical relationship with Zoey, she has always been a part of them; she is Bean's mum.

When Rumi returns, Mira is in their room and Rumi can immediately tell that something is wrong. Mira tells her everything, and Rumi finds it impossible to accept that Zoey, her Zoey, believes that the love she feels for Mira does not extend to her as well. Then Rumi remembers a few months earlier when Baby Bean had a fever and, as new mothers, their panic was to be expected.

But not Zoey. Zoey remained calm and took care of the three of them with a tenderness and love that only Zoey can give. Rumi remembers being on the verge of collapse from exhaustion when Baby Bean finally fell asleep, saying to Zoey:

"I don't know what we would do without you, Zo," and somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembers and can't help but think that she imagined it, hearing Zoey say:

"One day you'll learn how to do it." At that moment, in the fog of her exhaustion, Rumi clearly remembers the pain on Zoey's face and her fake smile, because instead of answering, Rumi just walked out of the room (thinking she had only imagined it). And then she realises her mistake, and now that Mira has told her everything, it hits her like a bucket of cold water... that all this time Zoey has been drifting away, and just thinking about the possibility of losing her makes Rumi want to throw up.

Rumi and Mira waste no time and go looking for Zoey, finding her in the living room. Baby Bean is with Celine. As soon as they enter, Zoey immediately stands up with that smile that is now visible to both of them, a smile that holds so much pain. Zoey is already making up an excuse to leave and for them to be alone, but Mira grabs her arm and forces her to sit down and talk. FINALLY THEY TALK, and Zoey gets two MILFs for herself that night, hahahaha... I don't want to make this any longer, but I want Zoey to be happy and stop suffering with so much angst that I have to read about on your blog. 😭

Bonus*

Rumi is with baby Bean, watching a video of turtles, and Bean starts calling for her eomma, and this is the first time she's heard her say it, so Rumi can't help but run out with Bean in her arms and slam the door open and hold Bean like that scene in The Lion King hahaha

- EOMMA! I mean ZOOOO!

And baby Bean is laughing and stretching out her arms, calling Zoey "eomma eaomma," and Zoey getting up and holding her in her arms and whispering against her head, "eomma is here, Bean," and Rumi is watching the scene with so much love. And obviously Mira arriving at that moment and hugging Rumi from behind. Aahdhshajgakjl 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

I'm sorry for writing all this... I'd like to take this opportunity to say that for several months now, you've had my heart in your hands with all your beautiful art, so please take good care of it... Thank you for sharing it with us.

this is very sweet! another for the au au collection

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sebastianmeringue replied to your post: sebastianmeringue said:Multiples ...

I DID THE THING WRONG. >.> But you could do 5 of the numbers (10, 20, 30, 40, and 50) if you’re bored. Sherstrade of course. /slinks away

IT'S ALL GOOD.

Let's see how many of these I can get.

not wearing that,

breaking the rules

all I ask

diamond

odds and ends

~~~

“Rise and shine, Sunshine.”

“Go away,” Sherlock grumbled, glancing at the clock before pulling a pillow over his head. “What the hell are you doing waking me up on a bloody Saturday anyway?”

“We have plans.” Greg hopped over Sherlock, sitting against the headboard.

“No we don’t.”

“Right, well I’d like for us to have plans. You’ve been cooped up in here too much lately.”

“I like it here. People aren’t so…” Sherlock’s muffled voice trailed off as he floundered for the right word. “Ah, yes. Present.”

“Come on, Sher. You need to get out. Get some fresh air-”

“There is no fresh air in London.”

“Fine,” Greg said, without skipping a beat. “Let’s leave London then.”

Sherlock lifted the edge of the pillow, peeking out at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not? I’m off until Tuesday. Lord knows when you left the flat last.”

“Wouldn’t that be breaking all the ‘taking it slow’ rules?” Sherlock asked, finally sitting up. They’d been ‘seeing’ each other for a couple of months now, but with Sherlock still technically in recovery, and not that far off, they’d agreed taking things slow was best.

Greg had been the one to say it, because he wanted Sherlock to be healthy for himself, not him. He didn’t want to think that if things didn’t work out with them, that Sherlock wouldn’t know how to cope on his own. Sherlock had agreed for a whole different reason. He didn’t trust himself. It was easier to relax when he could tell himself it wasn’t serious, that he wasn’t going to inevitably destroy Greg in the end.

“It’s not a diamond ring,” Greg teased scouching down so he was laying beside Sherlock. “Besides, since when do you care about rules?”

Sherlock shrugged, tucking the pillow back beneath his head. “I thought it was an important one.”

“It is,” Greg agreed, tucking an arm around Sherlock’s bare shoulders. “But we have been taking things slow. And things are good… They are good, right?”

Sherlock nodded, smiling at the hint of insecurity there. He’d given the man a key to his flat, something he’d refused to do for even his own brother(not as if Mycroft needed a key). Of course things were going well.

Greg nodded, and went on. “See, there you go. Slow doesn’t mean  we can’t have a weekend away. We just had to slowly work up to it.” He paused, nuzzling closer to Sherlock in the warm bed. “So…”

“Fine,” Sherlock agreed with mock exasperation. “Under one condition.”

“Anything,” Greg said, grinning and sitting up.

“All I ask is, if you wake me before nine again you must have tea.”

Laughing, Greg leaned over Sherlock, hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his head. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise,” Greg said, dipping down to kiss Sherlock. It was slow, and tender, and Sherlock could feel himself growing at ease. It was terrifying and wonderful and for once, he didn’t worry about all the what-if’s. For the first time, in a long time, he might be happy.

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[izayabot]

Meanwhile his invasive tongue sneaks inside Shintaro’s mouth, sucking and exploring the insides. Shintaro manoeuvres his own tongue to stop him, and when Kuroha doesn’t get the hint, clamps his teeth down as forcefully as he can. Kuroha reels back against his chair, nursing his wounded tongue. Shintaro smiles, victorious.[3/3] HI DANNI THIS TRAIN FIC IS HARD TO WRITE

//touches your face

tsu never stop

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so Kuroha can shovel the pie in. It’s not like Kuroha can do anything worse than putting him in this dress and making him wear this wig that doesn’t even look natural on him.Kuroha takes the distracted opportunity to kiss him, sliding his fingers down Shintaro’s jawline and gripping his chin tightly to account for his fingers. When their lips touch his lips are soft against Shintaro’s, softer than he ever would have expected them to be. [cont+]

o h my gdo

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Damn, he thinks, Kuroha looks nice in a suit, all sleek and proper, even if his table manners leave much to be desired. His breath catches in his throat, and he chokes, coughing and thumping his chest before anyone else can stare at them. He doesn’t need any other eyes on him besides Kuroha’s leering yellow ones. I fucking hate Kuroha.“Honey, do you want some pie?” Kuroha asks, in a fake concerned tone of voice, pushing forward his fork. Reluctantly, Shintaro opens his mouth [cont+]

is iT STORYTIME IS IT IS IT

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Haruka was fast asleep on his bed,Shintaro couldn't help but pout, he had wanted to do something, so this was kinda rude, but he didn't care about that, the boy below him looked cute as a button, he smiled and climbed onto the bed and over the boy till finally their faces were just inches apart and kissed him on the forehead in a gentle fashion, the action stirring the other awake, getting those brown orbs looking at him finally. "morning sleepy head" he says with a grin to the smiling boy below

wwwwwwwwwww !!!

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Squeezing Haruka's hand, Shintaro rests his forehead against his shoulder and mumbles. “Your idea of breakfast is a Hot Pocket and a glass of orange juice. I’ll take care of it.” So, rather begrudgingly, Shintaro’s Saturday begins at 7:17 AM when he would've rather woken up at two in the afternoon, but with Haruka rushing into the bathroom excitedly to brush his teeth, he can't help but roll his eyes and stretch, opening the curtains to adjust to the morning light.

bl..ess.. you...