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I adore your Capri fics but I have to admit that the Papa Makedon series is the one I revisit the most often.

Like, the Regent kidnapping young Laurent and leaving him at the border and then getting executed for murder? What a treat!

Makedon raising Laurent as his own? Love their relationship.

Damen courting and marrying Laurent, the way he wanted to in canon? I'm sobbing 😭🥰 THEY WERE SO CUTE, THE PROPOSAL AT KINGSMEET ENDED ME

Auguste being SO CLOSE to seeing Laurent but never close enough? This one had me screaming. I would love to know what Auguste's reaction would be upon realising Laurent's alive. And Laurent's reaction to him being the second Veretian prince.

And omg Vannes was at the wedding, did she connect the dots?!?!?!?!? And poor Hennike, I keep imagining she would stay alive long enough for Laurent to meet her 😭

I hope you won't get annoyed with me losing my mind over your older fic and think this is me trying to persuade you to write an update (I wouldn't be mad about it but it's not what I'm trying to do). It's just I've been under a lot of stress lately and Papa Makedon is sort of a comfort fic to me from time to time 🥺

You're very talented, I wish I was as good at writing as you are.

Well, I hope you have a great day and that my message didn't annoy you that much 😅

So, I got divorced, which was great. He's stolen my half of our last tax return he was required by our divorce agreement to give to me, and kept my stimulus checks, which is not great, and I will be taking him to court when my lawyer says the system isn't as slow as a snail on glue.

I've got myself a new boyfriend. He's...the best thing ever ❤ I don't wanna get too mushy on you guys, but imma marry that man ❤ We've been together for over a year now, and in that time we actually lost his mom...and that one still hurts me. She...didn't die in a pleasant way, and I hate that she won't get to see us get married or see her first grandbaby or any of the things she was so excited to see and do...😞

On a less depressing note, I got a lot of new pets. I got a job at the vet, and day four into my job, a couple of big ol' king shepherds came in; they were strays. (I theorize they came from a puppy mill.) Anyway, I adopted the female, and the male was sent to a shelter for german shepherds. Korra, that's what I named her, started getting fat not too long into my owning her. Or so I thought. A couple months later, I went from owning one dog to owning eleven. She had been pregnant and we were in major denial, lol. Anyway, the birth went well, all the babies were healthy, even the runt was doing good at first. She didn't end up making it, she was half the size of the others and some time into the second day, she stopped eating. Korra was sad when her baby died, but after about ten minutes of leaning over the runt protectively, she let me take her. I don't know if her instincts said it was best for the other puppies or what, but she eventually let it happen. After the eight weeks were up, and with the help of my childhood friend, we got all the puppies new homes. I kept one, named him Mikey. She and her parents kept a couple. She named her puppy Fonzie, and her parents named theirs Butch. All three get to go to the park on Sundays and play together. Korra doesn't go too often because she's protective of Mikey and we're working on that, but for now, she's too aggressive and by no means a small dog, so baby steps.

Edit: Captain passed away in November. It was particularly upsetting to me because he was sick before I left for Arizona for a few weeks, and I wasn't going to go if I thought he wasn't going to make it, but everyone insisted he'd be okay and that I should go. He didn't make it, and I hate that I didn't get to say goodbye...but he passed in his sleep at the vet, and he was on medication that kept most of his pain at bay...and that's probably all I could ask for...because they had called the day before asking if we wanted to have him put down, and we never got to make that decision...I feel like it was better that way...it always hurts more to have to put them down...Edit over.

My boyfriend and I also got a kitten. It's cute; he's never really had a pet of his own before and he's super excited about it. I wish I could describe to you the wonder and amazement on his face when he saw Victor use his litter box for the first time 😂 He just picked right up on it, and my boyfriend was so proud 🥰How we came about getting Victor is a little bit more depressing. Or stressful. I don't know; I'll tell you what happened and you can decided. His mom had a few cats, and Big Girl was pregnant. She had four little babies, one of them being Victor. I kept making jokes about wanting to keep him, but my boyfriend and mom were both adamant that I had more than enough pets--which is fair because I do, lol--anyway, they were hitting about seven or eight weeks old when my boyfriend and I were leaving one morning. He was taking me home before he went to work. He turned on the car and we heard a blood curdling screech from in the hood. I panicked and got out just in time to see a kitten run out from under the car dragging its front paw and trying to get away. I caught him and started panicking and crying because his paw was bleeding and I could see bone and I was just in a frenzie. My boyfriend had to get to work though--sometimes his work ethics are cute, sometimes they are frustrating 🙃--so I called my mom on the way to my house and told her what all had transpired and to have a crate ready because we were going to the vet. She called the vet to let them know ahead of time and when we got there, Victor was immediately taken back and examined. Long story short, the belt in the car had cut through two of his finger bones but the rest of the cut was superficial. They decided he would need surgery and sutures. We agreed, we paid, we prayed he lived through the surgery, and then we waited. Good news is that Sweet Baby lived, he barely had a limp despite almost losing his paw, he hated his sutures, and now he runs around and plays with Theo like nothing ever happened, lol. And my boyfriend just adores Victor, and it's very cute 🥰

Anyway, I couldn't stay at the vet because I kept getting sick and breaking out in hives and, turns out, I'm allergic to nearly everything under the sun except for foods and lizards 🙃 I decided to go into real estate like my mom instead, and I just finished up all my classes and am ready to go into the thick of it!! Wish me luck in that endeavor 😁👍

So anyway, I can't think of anything else at the moment. That's my life update--Oh! I got covid from my mom. My quarantine ended literally two days ago, but I only had a cough. That being said, I've been suffering from a sinus infection for well over a month now, and got my period in the middle of it all, so that was awful 🙃 But! All of this is to tell you that I'm hoping to get back into my writing soon, and can present you guys with all the things I never got to finish or would totally love to start!! 😁

There's no set date on when I think I'll have anything ready, but I'm hoping over the next month or so, I can put out the third part of the Papa Makedon series out. I also hope over the course of the week I can start looking at all the asks I'm sure tumblr never told me I had 🙃

Love you, babes!! I hope you all have kept safe and healthy, and I hope to get back with you soon 😁🤙

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Here's my sweet girl Korra with all her babies. I believe they were about a couple days old at that point.

And here's my Mikey, as a wee one and as a big boy ❤ He's turning one on August 3rd you guys~ 🥰

And here's little Victor (please excuse the food on his nose, I thought it was adorable, lol. I've just mostly got videos of him, and not too many pictures 😅)

They shouldn't know, Clark thinks. They shouldn't.

They've always been careful around the Wayne family, around every family, really, but there's...there's something in their eyes when they look at Clark or Conner or Kara, or even Jon, who isn't part of the business yet.

Grayson is nice enough with everyone, but he's a billionaire, and he was a cop in Blüdhaven for a time, so Clark isn't surprised by his curious, searching gaze. Todd has a keen eye hiding behind a lazy persona, but he was picked up off the streets of Gotham; it's not unusual for suspicious behaviors to carry over into adulthood. Drake is anxious by nature. He drinks too much coffee and with what happened to his parents...he's constantly looking over his shoulder. The younger Wayne, Damian, just seems to distrust the world at large.

It's Bruce, the older Wayne. Alcoholic. Playboy. Philanthropist. Old money. Gotham's beloved prince. Never seemed to get over his parents' death, but other than the drinking and sleeping around, he doesn't actually seem to disrespect their memory.

By all accounts, he should be the most oblivious of them all...but there's this blank space in his history. Seven years, not a sight, not a sound, not a paper trail to follow, and no one ever mentions it. He'd left Gotham at the age of twelve, and returned just before he'd turned twenty. He'd been a recluse for several months that followed. Then he threw himself into the partyscene without even skipping a beat.

Bruce has a glazed look in his eyes at every party he goes to, having started his drinking in the house and continuing it into the limo and further on at the party. But when he glances in Clark's direction, they're sharp. They gleam. Sometimes he smirks before he looks away and the glaze is back.

They shouldn't know about the powers Clark and his family have.

Yes. Very yes. Especially if Damen has had a rough day or one of them has been away for a long period of time.

And Damen loves it.

It was probably a little awkward the first time. Laurent rolling over in Damen's arms, then telling Damen to turn around. Damen probably thought he was in trouble or something, until pale arms snaked around his waist and a cool forehead pressed against his back.

Laurent's body curls up behind Damen's perfectly, if a little stiffly.

Damen isn't sure what to do at first, how to feel or where to put his hands. He's never been the little spoon before, hasn't been held this way since he was little and would come to his father with a nightmare--and he'd been very young then.

Eventually he places his hands over Laurent's, and feels Laurent's body lose its tension behind him. Laurent snuggles closer, placing a kiss to Damen's spine. Damen decides he likes this position.

Damen and Nik are drunk from a party, on their way home from dropping Auguste off.

They stop at a red light, and a little car pulls up beside their own. Both cars have their windows down, and Damen sees a hot blond in the car next to theirs.

He whistles--and Nik sighs when he sees it's a blond--and reves his car.

Laurent, the blond in the car next to theirs, chuckles.

Damen keeps reving, trying to provoke Laurent into a race. Laurent just smirks and waits for the light.

When it changes, Damen takes off.

He's laughing, until he hears the whoop-whoop and sees the red and blue lights behind him.

Laurent pulls them over.