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Apple Picking - Dad!Hellinois

I have no idea why this ship has taken over my mind but I'm a sucker for soft domestic stuff. It's almost apple season here so I decided why not send the boys and their energetic daughter?

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What better way to kick off autumn than with apple picking? This was how Rosa (with Illinois’ help) convinced Markus to go to an orchard with them.

“So this means we’re making a pie this weekend, right?” Markus looked at Illinois.

“You and your sweet tooth,” Illinois sighed, “Apples are good for you on their own you know.”

“I vote for pie!” Rosa called over her shoulder as she led them to another section of trees.

“I think we have you beat Illy,” Markus teased.

Illinois shook his head with a smile, picking up his pace to reach the tree Rosa was staring up at. It was a good thing both Markus and Illinois were already very active because Rosa had enough energy to tire out an excited puppy. She ran them all around that orchard.

As early afternoon set in, they had a large basket of apples to show for their efforts. Rosa sat on Markus’ shoulders as they headed back to the car. This left Illinois (unsurprisingly) carrying the basket. Once they got the apples inside their kitchen, Rosa reached for the well worn cookbook Illinois tucked away in a corner of the kitchen.

“And what are you doing, Precious?”

“Finding the pie recipe. You looked in this book last time we made pie.” Well the kid had logic at least, even if it was often used to convince her parents to agree to a sweet treat.

“Look in the pages after the red tab,” Markus called. “That’s where the pastry recipes are.”

Rosa grinned as she opened up the book to the red tab. Illinois rolled his eyes and started gathering ingredients. He just couldn’t say no when those two joined forces to get their way.

“Markus, since you’re so helpfully pointing out where the recipe is in my book, you can come in here and help us by cutting the apples.”

“Aww, come on!” Markus pouted as he entered the kitchen.

“Treasure, it was your idea. You know what they say about families that cook together anyway.” Illinois leaned over to give Markus a quick peck on the cheek.

“This’ll be the best pie ever,” Rosa cheered with a fist in the air. “Now that all of us are working on it!”

Markus watched Rosa study the recipe as he slipped an arm around Illinois’ waist. He chuckled at her intense gaze. Nothing’s better than a family weekend, he decided.

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Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist

17. Deep cleaning the house

MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts

Warnings: brief mentions of homophobia, reference to the care system

Markus' arch nemesis is the stain on the kitchen floor.

He's pretty sure his hands are sore and maybe even starting to blister, but honestly, the ex-thief can't really feel anything. Not with the way thoughts are fogging up his brain.

When will the social worker get here? What if they find mould? What if they don't think we're right for her? What if they're homophobic?

The feeling of a hand on his shoulder makes Markus jump, managing to shock both himself and his husband in the process.

"Hey, now! It's alright, you're alright, darlin'" Illinois soothes him like a spooked horse. Somehow it sparks a painful fire in Markus, irritation burning his skin.

"Yeah, well don't sneak up on me maybe?" He snaps back sarcastically.

Illinois could easily take the bait. He could easily get angry. God, Markus wants him to get angry. He needs to put his energy into something, he needs-

"Do you want to dance?"

It's such a random and unexpected response that Markus shocks himself with a sudden, loud bark of laughter.

"W-what?" He questions, looking up to see Illy with a soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"Come on, darlin'. Don't leave a man hanging,"

And then he's offering his hand and Markus is smiling, oxygen finally filling his lungs as it should, heart settling into the familiar rhythm it's had since he met his husband.

"I'm really being ridiculous, huh?" He says, quietly enough that it could be to himself.

He looks back down to the stain that he's not quite certain isn't part of the pattern of the floor. He feels Illy's warm, strong hand rub his back, making him close his eyes.

"Yeah...but it's only because you care. We both do," Illinois says, and the timbre of his voice washes over Markus like a wave of calm.

They do care, so much. About each other. About the life they could have. About Rosa.

And any idiot social worker that doesn't see that would be even more ridiculous than someone trying to wash the grain pattern out of the floor.

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I know I’m late to the party but if you’re still doing tidbits, what about smth with Hellinois, Rosa & Yancy? 🫶😁

~ @sammys-magical-au

Yancy’s sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a 6-year-old like they’ve just committed a war crime. Ever since the ex-convict found the cookies he’d baked with a chunk bitten out of them.

“Should we…do something about this?” Markus asks his husband, who shakes his head. They both know Rosa will win.

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 50 word tidbit

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Gifts | Illinois x Heist

MASTERPOST

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone <3

"Do you really think she liked it?" Markus asks for probably the tenth time today. Illinois sighs but there's no malice or irritation in it.

Instead, he makes his way over to his fiancé, placing a hand on the tense muscles of his back. Markus has his hands on Rosa's cot, as if standing guard over their adopted daughter. He relaxes a little at the contact, but it takes Illy's voice to get him to exhale.

"Hey...darlin'. You gotta stop stressing about makin' this the perfect Christmas,"

The younger man groans as Illinois rubs his neck, closing his eyes and letting go of the wooden frame.

"I know...I know. It's just...I feel like I gotta make this right, y'know? I gotta prove we're the right parents for her,"

There's a pause, then Illy is turning Markus to face him - taking hold of his partner's hands and ducking his head to glimpse those hazelnut eyes.

"Hey now. We are her parents, baby. Plus, she's 8 months old. She wouldn't remember even if you managed to steal a flying reindeer for her,"

At this Markus laughs, a glorious sound to Illy's ears. He looks him in the eyes, a smile dancing on his lips.

"Yeah...yeah, 'suppose you're right," He admits, stretching out his stiff neck.

"Anyway, I haven't had a chance to give you your gift yet, darlin'" Illinois says, noting the glimmer of interest from Markus.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, gaze falling down to his partner's lips so quickly it makes Illy chuckle.

"Eyes up here, pretty boy," He says, and then he's reaching for his back pocket for something it's a miracle didn't catch Markus' attention, seeing as it was creating a noticeable bulge on his ass all day.

The sight of a ring box makes Markus bark a laugh, shaking his head.

"Babe, I already proposed. Remember?"

"This isn't a proposal," Illy replies, opening the box. Inside are two simple, golden bands. One slightly larger than the other.

"Illy..."

Markus' eyes are fixed on the rings, so the older man continues.

"Listen...we kinda got sidetracked by the whole impromptu adoption. Which I wouldn't change for the world. But darlin', I don't wanna wait anymore to be your husband. And...well we don't really need that whole big shabang, do we?" He pauses, glimpsing the cot to the left of them.

"Not when we got all this"

Markus doesn't speak for a few moments, and Illinois has a split-second to panic before suddenly there's hands around the back of his neck and lips capturing his.

Rosa wakes up crying, but she's not the only one.

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happy hellinois Thursday!

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Appears

Werecat!Hellinois

Who do you think gets Rosa down from trees when she gets stuck

The boys take turns like "it's your turn to get her out the tree"

Illinois is bigger in his jaguar form and can therefore scale the tree easier. But he's very careful with it, making sure Rosa is always secure and landing gently

Markus on the other hand...

"Cats land on their feet, so will she!"

He says this jokingly but after the Stare™ from his husband he stops laughing.

Generally he's more chill about it though - tends to stay up there with her for a while, then showing off his superior balancing skills

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Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist

MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts

9. Preparing/packing for and going on a picnic.

Markus' favourite sandwich is tuna fish. The whole household finds this problematic, to the extent that when packing for their usual picnics, Illinois and Rosa like to treat his sandwich as some kind of radioactive contaminant.

"The substance is in motion. I repeat, the substance is in motion," Illinois announces, holding his nose both for dramatic effect and to make it sound like his voice is coming from a radio.

Rosa laughs, the twelve year old making over-the-top disgusted faces as her Papa carries the zip bag by its corner, over to the basket.

"Roger that, Captain," She replies, in a similar radio voice.

"You two deserve to be in the theatre. And that's not a compliment," Markus states, watching this familiar performance whilst leaning against the wooden table.

Illinois drops the bag unceremoniously to its intended location. Then, he turns towards his daughter, as if not acknowledging his husband exists is an inside joke.

"I think Dad's just jealous of us superior sandwich enjoyers, don't you?"

Rosa giggles, not catching the smile it creates on Markus' face.

"Yeah! PB&J rules!"

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Domestic One-Shots | Illinois x Heist

MASTERPOST | Based on these prompts

5. Reading to them late into the night

It was their nightly routine. Illinois would lay on one side of the tiny bed, Rosa giggling when he complained that she was taking up the most room. He always made sure to take his boots off, left neatly beside the bed. Somehow though, Markus still manages to trip over them as he comes in, meaning both father and daughter both end up laughing as he makes a show of acting extremely annoyed.

"Daddy is so clumsy!" Rosa exclaims, whilst Markus makes his way to the armchair on the other side of the bed.

"No, Papa is just messy and leaves his things everywhere," The former thief complains, making sure to raise his eyebrows at his husband, letting him know that there is some form of real discontent behind the words.

Around twenty minutes later, and Illinois is coming to the end of the story. He's reading her favourite about an adventurer who gets adopted by the crew of a pirate ship. He's just got to the part where they decide between the Island of Golden Treasure or the Island of Treasured Gold, when a loud sound makes them both jump where they lie on the bed.

Looking over to the source of the noise, Illinois sees that it was not in fact thunder or a backfiring truck, but Markus. His husband, who currently has his eyes shut and is snoring rather loudly in his armchair.

"I think Daddy is sleepy," Rosa whispers to him and Illinois chuckles quietly, making sure to tease him about how cute he looks whilst napping later.

"Yeah...what about you, mischief? You feeling sleepy?" He asks, looking down into his daughter's wide, brown eyes.

"No! We haven't even got to the part with the cannibal yet!"

Illinois makes a mental note to pre-read the next story book they buy online.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll keep reading. We just need to make sure not to wake Daddy up," He whispers dramatically, smiling fondly when Rosa nods her head with a serious look.