#lfm verse

DAY 7!!!!!!! ft. their kiddos™

Emma & Maia Spillane come from entirely different AU-verses (AND AUs in AUs!!!), but I think it's important to show them together!!! just look at them 🥺🥺🥺

ANYWAYS

a family can be a pair of wlws who went on an epic lovers to enemies to lovers arc, the brunette's traumatized niece turned adoptive daughter, and (the brunette's biological daughter [AU]) their foundling daughter whom they said "it's free real estate", AND their 2 cats.

[also emma's hair is now more of a reddish-brown bc i like retconning my own hc's. anyways they're just a smol bean and needs to be protected 🥺🥺🥺 meanwhile maia is almost spitting image of helene, if more brown-ish haired. & also its important to say SHE is a national treasure, please give her a knife >:3]

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AND THAT'S A WRAP!!! Thank you everyone for coming with me on this week long celebration of one (1) canon marriage (JAMES OH MY GOD,,,, YES, STILL I AM 😭🥺💕) TURNED art showcase for my beloved fictional women,,, I have never been more alive making this while in the last stretches of me finalizing my outputs for this semester!!! like girl. the energies that possessed me. @jamesshawgames keeps doing it to 'em (ME) and i'm ALWAYS just shockedpikachu.png about it

María doesn't dare breathe another word lest the purring felines sink their claws on her definitely-worth-more-than-these-bastard-furballs shirt.

Helene, curious as to what made her wife (wife!!!) call her, quietly pads out of the spare bedroom turned study in her silk robe half tied, and sees the redhead looking both irritated and panicked at the--

Her mouth splits into a shit-eating grin, and María immediately redirects her glare at her, warning her against any clownery.

Helene, nothing but A certified clown™, especially when it concerns her beloved, opens her mouth and says:

"Can't handle a little bit more pussy, baby?"

Helene looks at the weathered page in front of her, then downwards to her sleeping wife.

(HER Wife. Looking very cute as she hugged her midsection like a teddy bear.)

The brunette closes her diary and stacks it onto the nearby nightstand.

"I'm so lucky." She whispers. 'That it didn't become a self-fulfilling prophecy.' "No words can ever explain just how much I do love you."

Helene runs a hand against her wife's red curls, lolling her head back against the pillows behind her.

Helene wakes up with her heart on her throat, panicked.

'Why hasn't Maia cried?' is the first thing that comes to her mind as she looks at the clock reading 3:35 am. 'Fuck. I fell asleep.' is the next thing, and she moves out of bed, instinctively to go to the bedroom turned nursery.

Quickly but quietly running walking, Helene arrives to the doors to the nursery. They're already ajar, and her heart leaps to her throat once more.

Stepping into the space where only the full moon illuminates through the wide windows, she's greeted by an unexpected sight. Her wife, sitting on the rocking chair, face guardedly pensive as she holds their 2-month-old daughter. Maia is sound asleep, her little face pressed into the side of the redhead's chest.

María's hazel eyes snap right into hers.