Idk If Any Of You Have Read DUNE But Pauls Son Is So Silly. He Has Me Giggling Every Single Time.

idk if any of you have read DUNE but paul’s son is so silly. he has me giggling every single time.

Reblog to heal the heart of the person you reblogged this from.

REGULUS BLACK

requests are open

࿔oneshots˳·˖

you don’t think i’m a bad person ?: in which you find out that regulus got the dark mark

࿔angst˳·˖

his last letter: regulus writes you a letter before he goes to the cave

sink: regulus is gone forever & you can't believe it

loving someone doesn’t save them: in which harry appears on your doorstep & asks questions about R.A.B.

࿔erotica˳·˖

pygmalion & galatea: in which regulus is a painter & you are his muse

you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”

in dad!Timmy universe, is reader an actress?

honestly in my head she’s like a Barbie and she can have any job she wants that’s why i haven’t really mention it. but idk you tell me guys.

rainy day ༊*·˚

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synopsis: it’s a rainy day and you are bored, so you decide to watch a movie with your kids

It was a rainy day; the world blurred. A dusty sky with its veiled hush was covering like a blanket the already dead calm.

Your stare was fixed at the window, watching droplets drip down, as young winds whispered at the glass surface. A huge smokey shadow covered the buildings around, deepening their color, while showering the trees at the glistering road, pattering sharply on their leaves.

No one had warned you about the sudden change of weather in the middle of summer.

It was one of those days, calendars blank and empty and telephones off. You could go nowhere because of the weather and you could do nothing but keep watching this otherworldly winter unravelling in front of you.

Earlier Timothée was so bored that he asked you to cut his hair - just a little - and you made him cut yours back. And now you both sat at the kitchen table, eating some leftover spaghetti while discussing your upcoming vacation.

It was mysteriously cold, so cold that Timothée took off his sweater and offered it to you. Wet hair was pinching your neck and hands were deeply buried in the sleeves, trapped between dark blue knots. You were both so tired and bored, eyes almost closing. The only light that entered the room was these faint altered rays, lining the furniture and making shadows jump up and down.

Flip-flops clapping against the floor broke the hypnotizing atmosphere. Before your eyes even turned to the door, you both knew that those little steps belonged to your daughter, Irene. She was always running, as if someone was chasing her.

« Baby ! », Timothée called her in a melodious tone. He pressed his lips into a grin when she popped at the door.

« Hello ! », you opened your mouth into a surprised smile.

« I’m bored ! », she whined desperately.

« Bored ? », he asked, like he just heard the craziest conspiracy theory, and stood up from his chair to open the lights.

The room burst with blinding rays, so blinding that you had to squint your eyes. 

« Yeah, » she pouted her mouth and raised her hands in Tim’s direction. He took her in his arms, letting her claw tight onto his chest, fingers slowly drifting on the back of his neck and fumbling on the silver chain that hung around him.

« What do you wanna do ? », he whispered in her ear, his lips brushing on her shoulder.

« I don’t know, » Irene mumbled.

You couldn’t restrain your smile, and even though you didn’t participate in that sweet father-daughter moment, you felt your heart steeping pure happiness. And suddenly, you were alive, and awake, and full of energy. The same spark that appeared in your eyes, you could see it in Timothée’s as well. It was magical how your kids could change your entire mood by just appearing in a room and whining about being bored.

« You don’t know ? », Tim asked softly, pulling some roots of hair behind her ears. « We can do something all together. Mom and I are bored too. »

« Ren, where is your brother ? », you asked then. She slightly raised her eyes at you and shrugged.

« Don’t know, » she mumbled with her sweet childish voice and then breathed out heavily. « I’m bored ! » Tim let her sit on the kitchen counter as he moved to make some coffee. « Mom, I’m bored ! »

« Okay, what do you want to do ? We could play a board game, all four of us. »

« We always play board games when it’s raining, » she pouted her lips again, arms hugging herself and feet kicking the air. « And Marc always wins... »

« What are you all doing here ? »

« There he is, my sweet boy ! », Timothée turned his head back.

« Hi, » eyes scanned all of you.

« Come here, love, » you opened your arms. Marc walked closer leaning his back on the table beside you. He looked at you for a while before speaking.

« It’s nice, » he said, his fingers moving to your hair. « Did you cut it ? »

« Yes, daddy helped me cut it. It’s nice, isn’t it ?», you smiled and planted a kiss on his skin. You heard Timothée chuckle in the background as Irene gasped, rushing to get back down at her feet.

« Hey, careful there, » Tim said. She ran to you and started touching your hair, twirling pieces and playing with them. Gradually she took a seat in your lap and you brought her closer until her head nestled on your chest just like when she was a baby. Your hand pulled your boy close into a tight hug and your mouth touched his forehead.

« Ah mom ! », he groaned trying to set himself free.

« Oh, don’t play it so tough, I know you love hugs, » you kissed him again all over the face, laughing at his failed attempts to free himself before he actually managed to escape.

« I don’t need hugs ! », Marc groaned.

« You don’t ? », you ruffled his hair. « Dad cut his hair too, you know. » They both turned to him.

« Dad, dad, can I see ? », Irene asked excitedly.

« It’s just the edges, baby. Nothing noticeable, » Tim answered to Irene, pulling his hair back.

« I want to cut my hair too ! Dad, will you cut my hair ? »

« There’s no way I’m cutting your hair, » Timothée replied with no hesitation. « If you want to, we can call the hairdresser tomorrow and... »

« But you cut mom’s, why not mine ? »

« Isn’t it better if we go to a professional ? », he asked her, walking closer to you. « I don’t want to accidentally ruin your hair. »

« But mom’s hair is not ruined ! You’ll be careful. »

« Will you stop being such a baby ? », Marc popped up but she just stuck her tongue out at him and he imitated her move.

« Hey, hey, hey, guys, » you entered. « Be nice to each other. Come on, you are brother and sister. » They breathed out at your words and rolled their eyes. « So, » you clapped your hands together, trying to change the subject. « What are we going to do ? »

« We could watch a movie, » Tim suggested, slithering his arms around Marc’s shoulders.

« Yes ! », Marc looked up at him eyes wide.

« Yes ! Puss in Boots ! »

« No ! Not again ! »

« Okay, why don’t you go to the living room to pick a movie as I cut you some fruit ? », you let Irene to the ground.

« Okay ! », she kissed your cheek before storming out. « First one that goes to the living room picks the movie ! »

« Hey ! That’s not fair ! », Marc yelled following his sister’s steps. « Dad she cheated ! »

You glanced at Timothée as you stood up, his eyes still fixed on the door even when they disappeared, hoping for a small head to pop again and run in your arms.

« I love them so much but they’re crazy, » his words made you chuckle. He grinned, his stare following you as you moved to the counter to get some fruits. Tim helped you, getting the plates from the upper cupboards. « I feel a little guilty. Do you think I should’ve cut their hair ? Irene does need a haircut. Her hair is way too long. »

« No Timothée, you can’t always do what they want, » you replied focused on your work. « They literally have you wrapped around their little fingers. »

« Come on, » he leaned against the counter. You gave him a look that made him laugh. « Maybe just a little. » His fingers moved to your hair. « Your hair is still wet. » You touched his head, hand sliding down to his cheek.

« Yours too. » He grinned, stare fixed on you, watching your every move. Even if you felt his eyes you tried to ignore them.

« You need help ? », Tim asked then, coming closer, standing right next to you.

« No, love, » you replied. His arms circled around your body as he pressed his lips on your cheek. You giggled at the ticklish feeling of his cold fingers running under your sweater and around your stomach, causing small spasms in your waist. « I’m holding a knife ! »

« Then put the knife down and kiss me ! », he pinched your skin.

« Ah ! Okay ! Okay ! », you let it fall down.

You turned to him and cupped his face, bringing him down until his hair touched your forehead and his lips lingered close to yours. He tilted his head to the side, a sweet smile marked on his mouth. And with eyes closed, he kissed you softly and settling. When you separated you held his cheeks squeezed, and sprinkled kisses all around his face, making him let out the prettiest giggle.

« Why don’t you go and check on the kids ? », you asked.

« You don’t need help ? », he asked.

« No. »

« No ? You sure ? »

« Yeah, just take the coffee, please. »

Timothée stared at you for a few moments smiling fondly like he wanted to tell you something.

« Okay, » he pecked your cheek one last time, stroking your back on his way out.

« Found a movie ? » They both mumbled something in response, laying on the couch in front of the TV remote. « Irene, baby, turn your head, » Tim said. She listened, even though she was too focused on watching Marc changing the movies. He set her curls free and while balancing the scrunchie in between his teeth, he pulled them up high, out of her face.

« Not that one ! », passionately her voice echoed.

« Mars ? », he asked then.

Timothée loved your kids. He loved watching them, spending time with them, taking care of them. And the more they grew, the more he loved them. That’s why he couldn’t stand the view of his boy having both hands under his t-shirt, hugging his shoulders.

« Mmm... »

« Are you cold, baby ? »

« Just a little. »

« Want me to bring you a sweater ? »

« Yes, please. »

« Ren ? »

« I’m not cold. »

« Alright, » he lightly laughed, thinking how funny it must have looked that he just couldn’t sit for two seconds without having to stand up again.

A few moments later, you walked inside, taking a seat next to your kids.

« You picked a movie ? », you asked, leaving the plates on top of the table.

« Marc, Marc, Marc, Marc... », Irene held his arm and pointed at the TV.

« Ohh, there’s a new Spider-Verse movie ! », he looked at his sister. They both burst into giggles of excitement. You grinned at their reaction.

« We haven’t seen the first one, will we understand anything ? », you asked.

« Of course, mom, it’s Spider-Man ! », Irene said. « Don’t you know Spider-Man ? »

« Mom, I love this movie ! », Marc added. « We have to watch it. »

« Here I am, » you turned your head, watching Timothée stride towards you. You smiled. « What are we watching ? »

« Across the Spider-Verse. »

« Ooh, I’ve heard very good things about the movie. Let’s watch it, » he said before turning to Marc. « Hands up. » The boy raised his arms and Tim passed the sweater over his head. « Here’s the other arm, dummy. » He rubbed his knuckles against his head.

« Ah ! », Marc let out a painful groan with hair laying messily all around him. Timothée laughed and grabbed his head with both hands pressing a kiss on top of it and leaving a ‘mwah’ sound. He then got his feet on top of him, letting Marc lay on the couch more comfortably.

« Mom, can you hug me ? », Irene asked. You grinned and quickly opened your arms for her to tilt her head on your shoulder.

« Okay, let’s watch. »