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“Easy, Luxe,” you call gently from your spot in the arm chair, book open and flipped over to rest on your lap. “I’ve got it, Mum,” the boy whines as he scoops his baby sister up from her place on the floor and into his arms. The redheaded toddler gurgles with delight, pudgy fingers seeking out the curly auburn tendrils atop her brother’s head. “Hey! No pulling, Saff!” the eldest child chides through laughter of his own. Molly chuckles from her place in the arm chair across from you and Ginny, who was settled on the sofa to your left, joins in not too long after. “You really love Saffr

"Watch out!" Luxe calls out as he dashes into the kitchen, socks creating no traction against the hardwood floor, "Oops." At the sound of hurried cries for vigilance and urgency you turn your head, pausing the circular motion of your wand. You turn just in time to see Hugo whiz by on a training broom followed by a slight crash. You immediately look to your son and take notice of his own training broom in his hand and sigh wearily. "Luxe, what have I told you about flying in the house?" you demand as you sweep from the kitchen in pursuit of Hugo and whatever damage the young Weasley may have lay to waste. "Uhh...," Luxe pauses, feigning tho

It'd been forever and a day since you first made love with the twins. It had been...interesting, to say the least, establishing your relationship—or would it be relationships—out in the open, but in time the discomfited tensions settled down. No, the whole of the world wasn't on your side, but you had the support of family and friends. So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it. "I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!" "Aunt Molly you are not helping!" "Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brush

"Alright, I'm done." Licking the batter off of the wooden spoon in her hands, (Y/N) grins at the marvelous mix of batter sitting in a bowl ready to be poured into a pan and put into the oven. This was just one of her many accomplishments. Putting the cake into the oven she wipes the sweat from her forehead with her arm, and turns to the counter where her mother was happily taking in customers on this oddly busy day. Often, Gotham wasn't one for cheery cake shops, but here they were making a living. It was an amazement that they hadn't been robbed yet, or destroyed by a mob, gang, any of the like really. Knowing Gotham, their store should ha

You sit on a bench in front of a small diner. This is the fifth time Dick has been late and you know the reasons why. You sigh as you stare at your phone screen, hoping that a text message or a call may come in. But nothing. It's seven-thirty and he should've been here by seven. You shake your head, having no hope that he'll come. You stand up from the bench, sliding your back over your shoulder. You knew the dating Dick would be hard to manage, but it always seem to disappoint you. You start heading for your apartment, maybe somehow you'd bump into him on your way. Just then your cell rings, a course of excitement jumps through your body.

A knock sounds on your door, waking you from your peaceful slumber.  You ignore it, rolling over.  It comes again, more persistent.   "Ugh."  You bury your head in the pillow.  The door swings open, sending a stream of bright light in.   "(y/n), come on.  Bruce has something." "Go away,"  you mumble. Your bed shifts as Dick sits down.  He pulls the covers away from your head and you wince.   "No." You squint up at him, too tired to be angry.  "Count me out on this one, Dick." Dick sighs.  "Honey, please get up.  Don't make me drag you." "Nope,"  you murmur, turning your back to him.  He sighs again, getting up and walking over to the door.  T

Dick Grayson was a good brother. Or at least that's what he liked to think, but that wasn't the point. The point is that Dick Grayson is a good brother to the point that his brothers are strangely jealous of each girl he brought home. Not only that, but they seemed to drive away each girl he had introduced to them. Having unable to find a date for a few good months, he had finally met a girl by the name of (Y/N), and she was absolutely brilliant. Gorgeous. Talented. Humble. (Y/N) held attributes that seemed to embrace her very being, which made her a very pleasant person to be around. A few dates turned into a few nights. A few nights tur