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Proposal, a drabble of Maihallr (@inspectrCaracal)

So Maihallr is Cya and Leo’s second kid, born a few years before she starts Doomsday/Cloverleaf

“Marry me, Maihallr.” He dropped to his knees, holding up a ring he must have scrounged from some dead city. “Marry me?”

His hair was falling in his eyes, a common occurrence Mai had found endearing up until now.

“Why?” she asked, more than a little alarmed. Everything had been going so well.

“I love you!”

“…and?” She blinked at him.

“And I want to live with you.” He was beginning to get a frown. Mai had a feeling she’d gone off-script. But he’d done it first!

“My mom and dad have been in love for decades. Centuries, maybe. And they don’t even live in the same house.”

“I want to have children with you.”

“I’m really not ready for kids.” She was barely forty, and there was still way too much world in front of her.

“I want to be by your side forever.”

She blinked at him, at his ridiculous hair and his tarnished ring. “So… you want to be crew?”

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Mother-Daughter Shopping, a ficlet of Addergoole/Doomsday (@inventrix)

Cynara (Cya) is a long-running character in my Addergoole/Doomsday series.
It is a trope of the series that she picks up a new Kept every year on Addergoole graduation/send-home-for-summer-vacation day.
Lady Maureen runs the creche where children of Ag students spend time until or unless their parents claim them on graduation.
Yoshi is Cynara’s son; Howard is her crew-mate, Kishmish is Howard’s adopted daughter and Nibibizhiw is his blood son.

It didn’t surprise Luke to find Cynara leaning against Lady Maureen’s fence; by this time, the surprise was the few years she didn’t show up.

It did, however, surprise him to see her with another woman. The girl looked to be about the same age as Addergoole students, although he had spent enough time around fae to doubt appearance. She was blonde, with freckles sprinkled across her nose – the current partner of one of Cya’s sons or grandsons, maybe? Luke moved in a little closer.

“Mo-o-om.” The girl sighed with clearly long-suffering patience. Luke, recognizing the sound from his own children, smiled. The smile died quickly, however – mom? Cya had given two sons to Addergoole.

And told him about others having third children, fourth, fifth to have kids they didn’t have to give away to Luke’s school. She’d as much as told him.

But who was the father? Luke studied them, muttering a Working to let him eavesdrop from a safe distance. Blonde, well, that was likely an Aelf-get, but considering Cynara’s taste in Kept, that didn’t narrow it down. The freckles were Cynara’s; both her sons had them.

“…No. I don’t want a maid. I mean, I probably do want a maid, but it’s not like we can’t just hire a maid. I don’t need a house-Kept.”

Interesting. Shopping. Well, from the looks of Yoshi & his occasional visits to the same fence where his mother was now sitting, it ran in the family.

“Well, what about a-“

“No. I am not talking about that with you.”

“Well, what do you want?” It was both interesting and a bit reassuring to find Cya sounding every bit as frustrated as any other parent of a teenager.

“I don’t know, why don’t you just find someone?”

“I thought you’d never ask. Look, it helps if you drop the Mask. Then they don’t worry you might be a lost human.” Cynara dropped her own Mask.

The girl did the same. Pronghorn antlers poked from her blonde hair. That – did not actually help.

Cynara had only once given a Kept a child, Luke remembered. And she’d been in love with Howard, even if neither of them would ever admit it.

Well, the kid had good genes, and Howard – well, Howard spoiled them rotten, which would explain a lot. But he’d raise them well, too. He’d done well with Kishmish and Nibibizhiw, at least.

“Now. Who would be good for my daughter…” Cya’s eyes landed on Luke, and, very deliberately, she winked.

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