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Not Without Eric

This is a Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) imagine, I rewatched the movie and am desperate for more ideas for Eric. Any feedback would always be amazing, enjoy.

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Summary: Eric chooses the wrong time to go off on a short voyage when (Y/n) goes into labour while he's away. He promised his wife he would be there with her.

(Mention of previous stillbirth)

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"Not that one."

A gentle smile that flashed his teeth crept onto Eric's face when his head tilted to the side to look over at his wife. His eyes creased at the corners and he let go of the shirt he was just about to fold and pack into the trunk that was set out on the end of the bed.

He watched with a smile that changed into a grin as (Y/n) reached across the bed and took the shirt, reeling it into her chest like it was a fish on a hook she was desperate to catch.

"I need that one… I can't sleep when you're not here."

Eric's heart did a small flip in his chest when he watched (Y/n)'s eyes cast down to her hands and that small, blushing smile that he loved so much was almost hidden from her face. He closed the trunk and moved round to sit on the edge of their bed, reaching his hand out to rest on (Y/n)'s knee.

"Okay, that shirt stays with you." His voice was soft and quiet and it made (Y/n)'s heart flutter when she looked up through her lashes. "I won't be gone long, sweetheart."

"I know,"

He knew it was hard for (Y/n) when he had to leave for voyages like this and Eric had cut down his voyages a lot in the past few years. When (Y/n) used to come along with him, they went out almost every month and it was perfect because they were together.

Now she was pregnant, again, going on a voyage was out of the question and even though Eric didn't join every voyage his ship coursed out on, he had to go on a few. He had to be there to make sure the trades went off smoothly and the ship and the cargo came back in tact and all in one piece. This was the last trip he was going on, then he would be home for when the baby was born and everything that followed afterwards.

"In two weeks, I'll be home with you… both of you."

(Y/n)'s hand moved to tangle in his curls when he leaned over and pressed his palms to her stomach. She could feel his fingertips ever so gently gliding across her exposed skin and when he kissed her stomach, she almost burst into tears.

"Don't be delayed,"

If Eric got delayed or shipwrecked, (Y/n) wouldn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't be alone in the days leading up to the birth, not with how much she was already worrying and how horrid she was going to feel. She needed him here, by her side.

"Don't worry, I'll be home right on time. I always come back to you, don't I?"

***

"(Y/n), darling please! Let us help you-"

"Not. Without. Eric!" Each word rose higher and higher in (Y/n)'s throat until Eric's name was the only thing she could comprehend and she bellowed the word so horridly that everyone in the castle would be able to hear her screams.

She was making the Queen cry.

The ageing Queen who always held her composure and contained her well mannered temper was now stood, crying against the bedpost that was holding her up and preventing her from collapsing to the floor. She wanted so terribly to reach out and take hold of her daughter in law and comfort her in some way, but she couldn't.

No one could get within arms reach of (Y/n) who kept shuffling, crawling and scraping across the floor so that no one could touch her. The one person she wanted was the one who wasn't here. The person who was hundreds, if not thousands of miles away on the sea. No one could get word to Eric that (Y/n) was in labour and no one had the power to bring him right back here where he was needed. All they could do was wish that somehow, their prayers would reach him and give him some sort of sign of their need for him.

(Y/n) had done this before.

She had gone through the night sitting in Eric's arms, waiting for labour to speed up. Then she had spend the day with Eric sat by her side, both of them laughing and crying and in pain together, riding out labour until their baby had been born. And the lifeless, eternally sleeping babe was placed into their arms.

It had all been for nothing.

(Y/n) had lost her baby boy and she didn't know why. Two years of heartache and dull, throbbing days had passed and led up to this moment. This was a time where (Y/n) couldn't have history repeating itself and she didn't want to do this alone. She didn't want to be in pain, crying in agony that she was going to give birth to another lifeless child that would never scream, cry and wriggle in her arms and never grow to be loved.

His name tore from (Y/n)'s chapped lips again as she went down on her hands and knees. Her head tilted in the direction of the balcony that was only a few feet away and she stared out at the unchanging, rioting sea that was mocking her. Telling her it had her husband hidden away somewhere and would never let him come back to her.

"I can't d-do this!"

"Help her, now!" Without waiting for (Y/n)'s response that would surely ensue a fight, the Queen moved into action.

She pushed herself off the bedpost and scrambled down onto her knees in front of the girl she thought of as her own child. When (Y/n) tried to weakly fight her off, she held (Y/n) against her chest and pulled her into a comforting, if broken, embrace. While a midwife and one of the maids knelt down by their legs as the Queen helped (Y/n) turn so her back was pressed up against the Queen's front.

The blood stained into the carpet and it caught (Y/n)'s attention, despite her cries and sobs. It was all she could look at while her body writhed, her legs numbly kicked out and her arms fought and smashed into her own chest to try and release some of the pain she was feeling inside.

"Eric!"

His name broke free from her chapped, bloodied lips the moment the midwife eased the newborn into her arms.

The sharp cry the newborn let out sent (Y/n)'s mind reeling and cut her right to her core. Those petrified screams made it seem like the child had been the one to go through nine hours of pure terror and become ripped apart from the inside out. It was as if the baby had born the harships in these few seconds of life when it was (Y/n) who was the one in pain. She was the one who felt numb and broken and praying everything would just end.

"A boy, Highness."

She didn't care. (Y/n) didn't want to know what was wriggling between her legs. She wanted to disappear. She wanted the ocean to carry her softly away until she found who her heart was aching for.

The newborn's chubby cheeks were burnt red and splattered with dots of blood and fluid, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were clamped shut. The way he wriggled made (Y/n)’s heart flutter, the sight of seeing her baby actually move instead of lay limp in someone else’s arms made her elated. But the screams that tore from his bright red lips made her shrink back in what she could only guess was repulsion.

(Y/n) thought that when this baby was born, she would be sobbing out of either joy or heartache, depending on which way it went. She thought that if their baby was okay she would be fighting the midwife to take them into her arms and hold them with her heart jumping out of her chest. (Y/n) thought it would feel so much better than this, she had heard so many women telling her how having a baby made them feel and (Y/n) was so desperate to have that feeling that she missed out on two years ago.

No one said she would feel closer to the emotions she felt last time than something different she was expecting. No one said she would feel this way.

Even though (Y/n) could feel happiness at knowing their baby was here kicking and screaming, it was dulled down almost completely by the overwhelming terror and the sinking feeling in her heart. Why was he screaming like the world was burning around him? Why did he sound like he was in so much pain when it was (Y/n) who was physically breaking both inside and out?

“Would you like to hold him, your highness?” The midwife’s words sent chills running through (Y/n)’s bloodstream and she dared not open her eyes to look at her baby.

“No.” (Y/n) repeated the word again and again to herself like she was a record stuck on repeat. Each time she whispered the word, it was spoken with more fury and pain and vengeance than before until she was almost screaming.

Her hands moved from her chest to smother her face with her palms, but it didn't stop the horrendous scream from leaving her lips and it didn't hide the tears that were streaming from her face. Every part of her body started to tremble as another scream rippled against her throat and her knees pulled up to her stomach, despite the agonising pain it caused.

(Y/n) wanted to go back.

She wanted to reverse time and rebound to part of her past where it was easier, where she first got married to Eric and everything was alright. Where no one was pestering her about having a child or smothering her when she didn’t do her job and lost her baby. Where no one then wrapped her in cotton wool when she got pregnant again. (Y/n) wanted to feel like herself, she didn’t want to feel like she was both a mother and a deliverer of precious cargo that was to be stolen from her.

She didn't know why, but when she stopped screaming, her body felt like it was fading. She felt like she was drifting away.

“She’s causing herself to haemorrhage, she's going to make herself ill, Majesty."

If she continued to struggle she would suffer a haemorrhage that was almost as bad as her previous one and losing more blood wasn’t going to help.

"I want Eric," It was the only thing that the Queen could comprehend before she felt her daughter in law go limp in her arms. And it was the Queen's turn to be sat on the floor, screaming for someone to help the lifeless girl in her arms.

They needed the Prince.

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Anticipation, excitement and desire all burned inside Eric like a whildfire spreading through his bones when those all too familiar doors came into focus.

He felt the carriage wheels continue to roll even as Eric pushed himself up and jumped down onto the cobbles before it came to a stop.

He wanted to be inside. Those doors had never had so much appeal as they did these last few years. Never did Eric feel such a strong pull back towards the castle he was always trying to get away from. Until (Y/n). Knowing she was hidden behind those doors created an invisible rope binding her to Eric so when he went out to sea, the rope tugged at his heart strings. He envisioned those doors when he went to sleep, seeing himself pushing them open to find his family that called out to him when he was on a voyage.

Eric always used to think that the sea was where he belonged and nothing could tether him here to the Island when all he wanted was to be out on the rocky seas that claimed him for themselves.

Suddenly, family changed its meaning and home well and truly became the place that held (Y/n). Wherever she was, that was where Eric wanted to be.

With one bag held tight in his fist, Eric burst through the castle doors and heard the wet heel of his boot clack and stomp against the stone floor.

Where was she?

A twinge of disappointment tugged at his heart when he looked around and didn't see a single soul in sight.

Eric had never had to go and find her before. In the back of his mind he tried to chide himself, telling himself he was becoming entitled, but he couldn't help it. Every time he came back from a voyage, his girl was here waiting to pin him to the ground as soon as he stepped back through the doors. He'd never had to go scouting round for her when he came home, not once.

Hadn't she been informed he would be home today?

"Eric!"

That wasn't the voice he was searching for. Unease overtook his body and disappointment grappled in his eyes when his sights set on his mother. He loved her to the ends of the ocean, he truly did and it never mattered that they didn't see eye to eye, their bond was strong. But right at this moment, with his heart pounding in his chest and his bag clenched in his hand, he wanted his wife in his arms, not his mother.

Two weeks had dragged on by into an eternity and Eric was starting to feel withdrawl symptoms from his girls. He had to sleep at night on a swaying, rocking boat and refrain from reaching his arms out in the dark to try and find (Y/n). He had to wake in the dead of night and come to the realisation that the voice he heard was only a dream. He had to calm himself down and swallow down a gasp when he

remembered he was thousands of miles away from his wife. He had to pin himself to the bed and remind himself that he couldn't go searching for his wife when he realised she wasn't in his arms.

If Eric ever went on a voyage without (Y/n), he could guarantee that the moment he stepped through the castle gates, there she was. Stood at the doors waiting to jump into his open arms and whisper how much she had missed him.

"Eric, oh Lord you're finally back."

Eric didn't like the look on his mother's face or the way she seemed to relieved to see him. She didn't look angry, he knew that expression well. And she didn't look disgruntled or irritated, but he couldn't place how she was staring at him. Her arms hooked around his neck and reeled him down into an unsettling hug that made his breath get caught in his lungs for a few moments.

Why was she so thrilled to see him? Had there been storms nearby that made them worry he would be shipwrecked? Did they hear some wrong news that he had been injured or might be delayed?

"I am, is everything alright? Where's (Y/n)?" Leaning down, Eric pressed a kiss to her temple but he couldn't stop himself from looking around the hallway in case (Y/n) was about to come out from the shadows at any given moment and surprise him. He moved his hands to hold her elbows, steadying her but also keeping her close while he waited, somewhat impatiently, for a response.

"Thank goodness you're home," It was only then that Eric heard the fear in his mother's voice and realised that she was shaking from how badly she was gripping his arms. "You need to come with me. Now."

"Why?"

Something sparked to life in his vibrant blue eyes but his shoulders raised and tensed when he watched his mother press her lips together tightly in a way she did when she was nervous. She moved to grab his wrist and tried to drag him along with her but he was far too strong for her to move; he was a boulder in the ocean, unmoveable and set in his ways. He wanted to know what had happened and he wanted to know now.

"Tell me what's happened."

"Eric, sweetheart… she's had the baby."

He didn't realise he was falling until he felt his mother's nails digging into his wrist and Grimsby's arms bound beneath his arms to hold him upright. His knees bent out, his chest started to shake and no air seeped into his lungs as he let Grimsby push him back up onto unsteady feet that were about to collapse again.

She couldn't have.

(Y/n) couldn't have had the baby yet. It was too early. He was supposed to be here when it happened.

Eric was supposed to be home in plenty of time to prepare for the baby and he here to hold (Y/n)'s hand and curl her into his side and pray for her safety. This wasn't supposed to happen while he was away at sea and he stupidly thought he would be safe to have a two week journey and come home to find his wife perfectly fine with no signs of early labour.

She had been a week overdue the last time and things hadn't gone smoothly; far from it. Something within Eric told him, or rather lead him to believe that this baby would be right on time or another late arrival.

How stupid he had been.

"Is she alright?" Eric croaked through the words but he was already off in a sprint, halfway up the stairs with his mother in tow behind him along with Grimsby. Both of them running, the Queen lifting her skirts as they tried to keep up with the Prince who was stumbling over his feet.

He used the bannister as leverage to propell himself up the second flight of stairs and spared a glance behind him before he was running down the hall to find his wife.

Why had he gone away?

"Eric-"

"Mother is she alright?! Oh God, please, mother please…" Eric stumbled back a step when he felt her hands coiling around his arm, pulling him into her chest until he almost toppled her over.

His hands clamped down on her shoulders and his vision blurred with tears as he stared down at his mother, desperate to have an answer and be put out of his misery now. He couldn't have missed the birth of his second child. He had been there for the first and he was supposed to be here this time as well because he knew (Y/n) was fretting history repeating itself. How cruel could the world be that it would let this happen while Eric was out at sea?

"She needs you."

That meant she was alive and that was all Eric needed to hear.

With a hand pressed against her lower chest, the Queen leaned against the wall and grabbed Grimsby's arm to prevent him from following the Prince down the hall. They had to give the couple space and as much as she was desperate to check on (Y/n) and how she knew Grimsby would want to see the Princess as well, they had to stay back. For now.

The door opened much too easily as if Eric thought it would be locked or barracaded when he reached it. The door swung open and had Eric on his knees over the threshold, one hand on the door and one hand on the floor.

"Sweetheart,"

For a moment, (Y/n) thought his voice was a mirrage. She thought her mind was tricking her again like it had last night when she woke up, blazed with a fever, scrambling onto the floor when she thought she heard Eric coming home.

When her eyes set on him, a torrential downpour of tears flooded her face and a horrid, gurgling cry left her lips as her arms stretched out for him.

"Oh, sweetheart," What was she doing on the floor? Eric pushed himself up and stumbled across to where he could see his wife but he hadn't expected her to be curled up on the floor. He had been looking towards the vacant bed which had covers and pillows strewn all over.

There was his girl. The one who had been on his mind every second of every minute that passed by for the last two weeks.

She was sat awkwardly on the floor with her legs curled beneath her like they were broken and useless. Her body was slumped back against the bedframe with one arm slumped over the cot that was at the foot of the bed which her head was also resting on. Just the sight of the cot made Eric choke on a scream. He knew it was the same cot that they had gotten two years ago. The chip was still in the edge and there was a long crack down the side of the wooden cot.

The last time Eric saw that wretched thing, he had kicked it, threw it across the room and launched everything at it until it chipped and cracked and Grimsby had to pin him to the floor to stop him.

He thought it had been thrown out. He didn't realise his mother had kept it and defied his orders to have it burned. Eric had been expecting to just buy a new one and he wasn't sure if he was pleased or not that the old one was back in their room again.

"Eric," His name passed (Y/n)'s lips on a repeated loop and as soon as he was knelt in front of her, Eric swept her up into his arms.

His fingers dug into her toussled hair and his other arm bound to her waist until her chest was merged with his and he could feel each ragged, clawing breath fanning against his neck. Her lips pressed against his skin and he was sure she bit his neck too, but he didn't care. He scratched his nails against her scalp just to make sure this wasn't some sort of wretched dream and he leaned back until (Y/n) was slumped on his chest.

He could feel her nails digging into his upper back, scratching and clawing through his shirt and when she cried, each sound shivered through Eric's neck until he was sobbing into her hair.

It didn't occur to him until that moment to tilt his head and peek into the cot they were sat next to. His mother never said anything about the baby and he didn't think to ask; his first and only priority was (Y/n). But when he leaned over the side, he pulled (Y/n) tighter into his chest and pushed up higher onto his knees.

There was a baby in the cot.

A wriggling, stirring, yawning little baby that seemed too good to be true in Eric's unfathomable mind.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here," Eric nudged his eyes against (Y/n)'s shoulder to brush away his tears and when he pulled back a little, he moved his hand from the back of her head to cup her neck. "Are you alright?"

"You're home," (Y/n) couldn't answer because she didn't know if she was actually alright or not. All she knew was that she felt broken, bruised, numb and now held together now that Eric was back.

"Why are you down here, you should be resting."

Eric went to move her but he stopped when one of her arms reached out and shakily reached over the crib. Her fingers skimmed across the newborn's chest like she was too afraid to actually touch him and it made Eric's heart speed up with hope and fear all at the same time.

"A-another boy,"

"I can see that, and I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of you. But first, I need to make sure you're alright."

He didn't give her time to question or say a thing. His arms moved to slip beneath her bent knees and the other stayed curved around her back so he could carefully ease her into his arms as he stood up. His eyes took a sneaking glance back into the crib, just to reassure himself that their second son really was there and not just a figment of his imagination. Then he moved over towards the bed and gently laid (Y/n) back down where she should have stayed.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to hear that from you, it's me who should be sorry. I promised I'd be here and I wasn't. I'm never leaving you, ever."

He tried to get (Y/n) to lay down but she wouldn't, her arms bound around his neck and reeled him closer until he was thrown off balance and fell forward onto her with a grunt. His left arm stayed pinned between her back and the soft mattress while his right hand pressed down into the mattress to stop his full weight from falling onto her and risk hurting her.

"You're home," Her lips kissed him eagerly, hungrily and desperately and when her fingers skimmed across his cheek, Eric reached up to grab her hand and hold it closer.

"I'm home." He smothered her lips with his, nipping at her lower lip and pulling it between his teeth as his tears merged with hers. Eric kept her hand pressed against his cheek, nuzzled into her touch and desperately kissed her like she was the oxygen he needed to survive.

He wasn't going anywhere ever again. He couldn't go on a voyage unless (Y/n)- and now their son- were by his side.

It was a risk he couldn't take anymore.

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saintmeghanmarkle · 20 days

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JAN MOIR: What do Charles and William think about the Spencers' very public embrace of Harry which could cast them in cold and unflattering light? by u/Von_und_zu_

JAN MOIR: What do Charles and William think about the Spencers' very public embrace of Harry which could cast them in cold and unflattering light? Witty prose from Jan. Ruddy of face, snowy of hair and thick of calf, the elder Spencers entered the cathedral like a shire farmer and his clan visiting a county fair to give the sugar beets a good old squeeze. \**And do you know what? I'm so very glad they were there for him. It's too sad to think of Harry flying over here, fretfully offsetting his carbon footprint, clutching his little box of medals, thrumming his fingers on his temples, his anxiety levels rising as the dog-bowl threat and the road less travelled rise up to meet him yet again. \**The Spencers don't have to forgive the Sussexes or accommodate their peeved intransigence or just seethe and suck it up. For Prince Harry has no beef with his Uncle Charles, nor has he ever hoisted his sauceboat of hot sulk to pour the usual grievance gravy over lovely Aunt Jane.He hasn't accused either of them, or anyone in their immediate family, of being racists, bullies, sneaks, liars and downright stinking rotters. He hasn't trashed them or betrayed them in books, podcasts or on television interviews watched by millions around the world. He hasn't caused reputational damage to their family, like he has elsewhere, ahem.He even thanked Earl Spencer and Lady Jane in the acknowledgments section of his autobiography, Spare — an honour accorded to absolutely no one in his inner blood circle.So their support was nice, and so was the small, cheering crowd of blimps who turned up for him, too. Not everyone hates Prince Harry for smearing his family — and by extension the entire country — as a racist backwater full of repressive thickos unable to see the bigger picture or wake up and smell the roses, like him and his sainted wife.Speaking of which, such a shame that the Duchess of Sussex was not at Harry's side this week, patting him like a puppy as per, holding his hand, sharing in the dim glow of this rare show of public popularity.Certainly, it is not like Meghan to miss a full on, super-swank opportunity like this; she's usually all over Invictus ceremonies like a regimental mascot on parade. It brings out her inner drum majorette, it gives her a sham regal sheen — so why the unexplained absence?Spencers or no Spencers, the Duchess hasn't got a proper excuse for avoiding the UK this week and the truth is that she doesn't even need one any more. The cavalry has been and gone, the dust has settled and we all know where we stand.Next stop, Nigeria. And I simply cannot wait for that.https://ift.tt/n6WN8AD post link: https://ift.tt/PbJBNfV author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: May 10, 2024 at 04:38AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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skippyv20 · 11 months

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Skip,Julie here. Just an update on my health. All good. The concerns on scans turned out to be benign and no further action necessary at the stage. I want to publicly acknowledge the incredible feeling of being surrounded by guardians through all of the checks and procedures. I feel very blessed. Thank you to you and other incredible people on this site for your kind thoughts and prayers..

I would be very remiss if I didn’t ask you, when you have space on your tumblr account to republish the incredible prayers I relied on to seek comfort during this period. I would like everyone to read these and I am sure both will become so special to you at some point in your lives.

St Padre Pio - The Most Powerful Healing Prayer. - I can’t tell you just how lovely and appropriate these words are.

3 Day Miracle Prayer to the Holy Spirit. This one was originally posted by angels-roses to Skips site. It appeared at the most appropriate time for me and I embraced it wholeheartedly.

Thank you to all the amazing posters and prayer warriors for posting these amazing prayers along with other really wonderful topics. Especially people caring about other humans and animals who just need someone to give them, time, love and support.

Thanks Skip..Eternal thanks to Holy Spirit, Padre Pio and all the Saints, Angels and Guardians and wonderful friends on Skips blog.

Thank you Julie! That is wonderful news! Thank you for letting us know….I have the two prayers you mentioned, ready to post after this one. God Bless you🙏🏻❤️

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fantastic-nonsense · 1 year

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hi! I'm a new follower (love your blog btw) and you mentioned you're writing a fic about how Inej got her knives? can you tell me what it's about or share something form it because I am VERY interested 👀

aw, thank you so much anon! 🥰 And yes, I'm knee-deep in the middle of writing a fic about how Inej acquired all of her knives and how she chose their names. You can read a little bit about the process of how this fic came to be in the first place here, if you like.

I've been super interested in Inej and her knives since I first read the books last summer. I think Leigh's choice to have Inej name them after her Saints and pray to them for protection when she uses them is fascinating as hell. It's this fun, complex little facet to Inej's personality: that she's pious and moral but names her lethal weapons after the saints she's certain will judge her for surviving.

And the names themselves are interesting choices too! Because some of them are somewhat intuitive (naming the knife etched with roses after Lizabeta of the Roses, the patron saint of gardeners), but others are a little more inscruitable (why is Inej naming a knife after the patron saint of sick people, for example? Why is she naming her boot knife after the patron saint of the drowned and unlikely achievements? What about her pre-canon experiences cause her to choose the Saints she does to protect her in Ketterdam?).

So I wanted to write a fic about it! And it's ended up being much more of an Inej character study than I expected it to be when I first started it; I've structured each section not only around Inej acquiring one of her knives and naming it, but also how each of those experiences helps her evolve and grow from the Lynx of the Menagerie into the Wraith of the Barrel that she is by the time the Ice Court Heist happens. I'm around 60% done with it right now, I think, and hopefully I'll have it done within the next week or two. And yes, I'm happy to share a bit from it with you:

Anastasia. Sankta of the Sick, who filled dishes with her own blood to cure plague-ridden villagers. Who gave her life to anyone who asked, who bled and bled until she had no more blood left to give. Anastasia, who died of a bleeding heart. Inej understood the feeling. But she could no longer follow that path here, no matter how much she wanted to. The Barrel had no use for girls with open hearts and merciful hands. It had no place for people who wanted to give. It could only take. And it would bleed her dry too, if she let it. She couldn’t let it. She refused to die here. But she wouldn’t kill her soul to save her body either. Ketterdam could try and take as much as it wanted from her but it would not take her soul. It would not take her heart or her faith or her hope. There would be nothing left for her if it did.

Thanks for asking me about it! I'm excited to get it done and out to you all soon!

#it's genuinely a race to see which will be the first fic i actually publish in 10 years tbh asdfghjkl #will it be this fic or the kanej love language fic #six of crows #inej ghafa #my writing #fic: to build a legend #queue

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duchessanon · 1 year

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Who’s who: part two - royal fan edition

By request from @grandmaster-anne, here is pt 2 of who’s who - fan edition.

Mini middletons - young k8 fans from the 2011-2013 days. Self named. Batshit and ready to go to war for k8 as all teenage fans would for their idol. Name no longer in use

Santa Henri stans - pre-2016 Henri fans. Could be found writing smut about him and commenting things like “unf ovaries” at his photos. A very rare jewel in the fandom today

Henri stans with a side of willyk8 h8 - as above but with a burning hatred of the lazy ex Cambridges. Sissi* was key member

Euro royal fans - 2013/14 saw a lot of beef with BRF fans. Now fairly chill

FAnnes/FAnnedom - Anne stans. The chillest. Can be found stanning the bouffant and writing romance novellas

Cam fans - there were 2 and one is camillasgirl & met cam

Diana stans - often the most batshit. Worshippers of Ar beloved Saint Di

Eugbea stan - it’s me, I’m the only one

Hermiones - a 2016/2017 phenomenon of fandom old timers who had a lot of knowledge built up. Often found writing long form essays

Cliques - friendship groups who made people mad bc they felt left out. See the Latin Bombshells*

Tinhats/tintans - the ULTIMATE batshit. Characterised by making blogs post 2016, inspecting Megs bb bump, using the word narc, zooming in on Megs pits etc. Avoid at all costs. A subset is YouTube tintans bc u have to be a special sprinkle of batshit to talk shit with ur real voice/face

Sussex squad/squaddies - Megs ride or die. Will take anyone down who utters a word against her, raised 10s of 1000s for Megs charities. Spread the 🌹 affair rumour. Willy k8 are enemy no. 1.

Willy thirst stans - would jump on his dick, celebrate his daddy bulliam ways (William De Medici - idk on the spelling!)

K8 stans - may have once been mini midds. Ride or die for her apart from when she lied about loving textiles. Generally dislike Megri. A subset are younger k8 stans - more likely to post passive aggressive pics with captions like “a real English rose (not that 🌹) princess, #stayclassy #realroyalty”. H8 Megri with a passion & regularly interact with tintans

Rachy* - the og k8 tintan from 2011 onwards. Creator of fandom-lore about willys sex tape, love of pegging, k8s nudist tendencies, PROTOCOL and so much more

Kimmu* - my personal obsession. Creator of “busybody” and out of control rants

Catfish* - a beautiful time in 2012-2014 fandom. A lot of imaginary teen pregnancy going on

*All * entries and more can be found on my bible:

#again lmk if I forgot a main group #there’s so many individuals I put the main ones I talk about #loads can be found on the bible

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THE CITY LOST WITH TIME, EPISODE 11

Thank you!! for your immense love and affection towards the last special blog. With your support, Dastan-i-Delhi has completed a great milestone and has even been featured in the newspaper once again a big THANK YOU!! This blog is going to take you back to the first and second blogs but this we will go deep into the jungles of Mehrauli following Ghost, Saints, and trying to understand the stories that got somewhere lost from the books of history. Let's get started at the stroke of the morning hour I started my Vogue with Angad Singh. We reached the place just in time as the sun was rising from the east I couldn't believe my eyes what I saw...

I was too thunderstruck to see what I was witnessing I couldn't believe my eyes the beauty was really out of this world. The view of the Qutub Minar and the rose garden were going hand to hand. I somehow got back to my senses and half-heartedly moved ahead little did I know what mysteries were waiting for me. As I moved forward a saw a big park and stone structures as far as I could see. I followed the directions board and reached Jamali Kamali Tomb and Mosque.

The mosque was massive and was so damm beautiful but as I moved inside strange energy and smell came from the place. I ignored it and moved ahead in the big alleyway. Suddenly I heard an eerie sound and I ran outside the tomb. Having no attention to go inside once again I followed the marker towards this place called Rajao ki Baoli. As I reached there I got shocked to look at this.

The baoli was so perfectly made that not even a single stone was placed wrongly I stood there and wondered about the craft man that made this spot so talented! I moved near the water and noticed a strange thing. The stairs of the step well we're going deep down!!

It is said that the step well goes down to 5 levels! It's that amazing. Astonished by the beauty of the place I decided to move further and explore more parts of the park. As I was moving towards the next place a strange incident happened. I saw a person with spotless white clothes and a crown kind of thing(not visible probably) moving towards the jungle I don't know what happened but I thought of following him. But as soon as I turned he vanished in thin air and I started to hear a similar eerie sound. I accelerated my cycle and rushed to the next place.

The place that I reached was called Metcalfe House named after Charles Metcalfe who was a British colonial administrator and lived in this place during summers. The place was different from the rest of the monument as the stones didn't belong there.

The stones looked like they were taken from a Hindu temple as the designs matched the ancient Hindu architecture. Confused by the place I moved forward and saw a big board saying " Quli Khan Tomb". The exteriors of the tomb were decorated with Arabic writing and painted plasters with looked like something out of a Disney movie.

I climbed the steep stairs and reached the top of the tomb. The design of the tomb was so gorgeous that I couldn't even believe that they were made by hand!

The designs gave a whole new shine to the walls of the tomb and told the stories of kings, rulers, and their countrymen. One thing that I found strange about the place was there was no tomb on the monument as I was looking for an explanation I saw many locked doors which were leading to the underground parts of the monument. It's still a mystery what they are hiding behind these closed doors. Disappointed by seeing these closed doors I moved around and saw this place that looked like a royal batch. I climbed the old stairs and was too stupefied by the place

The MIGHTY Qutub Minar was just 50 feet away from me! The first thing I did was wash my eyes, to get be sure that I was not dreaming and I was not. I didn't want to return from the place but sadly every good thing has an end. Here's a video of the place

As I returned from the place to my surprise I was at the most haunted place in Delhi! and there are hundreds of stories about the hauntings of the place here are some from my research. There are numerous stories about the Jinns that are now believed to reside within Jamali Kamali. Yes, the story of the Djinns from the last blog continues. Some of the interesting ones that either make people stay away from here or be here at night are instances of sightings of lights, apparitions, animals growling,g and a feeling that there is someone else standing right next to you. People have mentioned that they sometimes felt a person peeking from behind a pillar but when they walked over to it, there was no one there. A wisp of air as if someone just breathed on your neck and a laughing sound are a few other stories. The best one however is of people getting slapped by an invisible force.

Just like the last blog, I found incidents that said that Every Thursday, people come here to have their man at (wishes) fulfilled by these supernatural beings who are supposed to be somewhere between a farishta (an angel) and the shaitan (the devil). With this, I ended my journey exploring the loss of the city of Mehrauli.

Until next time

Aryan Sachdeva

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Ich habe 5.214 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

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Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

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Longest Tag: 95 characters

#and then end up creating new characters that make it into the original wip like me all the time

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Founding February Week 1

Geography, lands, flora and fauna

Are there multiple suns / moons? Are there star formations you can always see at night? What is the climate like? What is the weather like? Regularly occurring weather phenomenon? Are there any unusual weather phenomenon? What are the seasons like? How many / how long? What are the birds like? What are the small animals like? What are the large animals like? Are there any magical creatures? Describe them. What herbivore animals can pose a threat? Any magical plants? Poisonous animals? How are the continents laid out? How much? How big? How are the countries laid out? Are there natural borders or man-made borders? Are there forests? Are there tropical areas? Are there grasslands / plains /swamps ? What natural resources are available in different regions? Which natural resources are scarce? What are well-known landmarks? Do they have a name? On what is based? (i.e. myths) Are there plants that are only edible when prepared a special way? Do animals or plants exist that are bioluminescent? Are they well-known lakes or rivers? Well-known mountains? Unpassable regions? Why is it unpassable? Height? Depth? Dangerous plants or animals?

I used this worldbuilding questionnaire as a base ,sorted it into the weekly themes, and added questions where some sprung to my mind. These questions are only a little help to get you started. You can build and post about anything that has to do with this week's topics. And now get some theoretical mud and start building your worlds.

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Honestly, there is nothing better than fresh warm selfmade bread with some butter. Ok, maybe along with a nice hearty stew or soup.

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I found some alternative to Picrew thanks to Twitter. I looks like it is more diverse on the skin color range and more like it is run by a Western country? Anyway, I know some folks always are in need for new character makers so here we are. The site is called meiker.io @athenixrose @adie-dee @kainablue @ashen-crest @raevenlywrites @bookishdiplodocus

I know you also love those makers, maybe spread the word a bit?

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Since I had to give a Prep Talk to a friend who wanted to start writing but was insecure about it: Just do it. If there is something calling you to write: WRITE. Forget all those fancy rules how a genre works, the writing advice out there you might have seen going like "don't use adverbs" and so on, the insecurities about being bad at grammar or having issues finding the right words. Every writer fights with this. It comes with the craft. Some things only need practice. The trick is: Do it anyway. Give a flying fuck about it and just start writing. Maybe with something small like micro fiction or flash fiction. Maybe an idea for a short story. But most of all: Write for yourself. It is not bad if you never finish it. Every author we know and love has unfinished WIPs in their drawers. It comes with being a writer. Sometimes an idea isn't big enough or keeps you entangled or excited, and that is ok. These stories are meant to learn what you like to write and how you write what you like. We grow with every page we write. Writing is a journey that never ends. Just pick up a pen and paper or your phone or sit down in front of your PC and start. We all started somewhere. We all think we were bad and cringe at the beginning, but that is irrelevant as long as you keep going. You only get better at telling a story, when you keep on telling stories.

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Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

The Worldbuilding event you didn't know you want, aka Founding February

Since there were a lot of folks interested in it, I will start some sort of worldbuilding event in February. I hate those questionnaires because they usually ask stuff I will never need in my writing, but yet here we are. So, anyway, I gathered some and compiled a list for 4 main topics. The first week will be all about geography, landscapes, flora and fauna. The second week about government, population and infrastructure Week three will be all about culture, magic and education. Last but not least we will finish with festivals, celebrations and food. For each week there will be a list with questions to help out but for everything sacred, please don't even try to answer all of them. You will get burned out on worldbuilding fast, besides there will be of course questions that are irrelevant to your WIP. They are meant as some help to get your mental gears kick-started. Write about whatever you want to share for the week's main topic. Everyone is free to join. You don't need to ask. Use the theme, the banner if you like (which will follow at the end of this post), feel free to tag me if you post something, but you also can just tag the folks from the tag list. Just do it however it fits for you. Tagging those who showed interest in this: @cometkov @raevenlywrites @blue-kyber @stormbrightwriter @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @ashen-crest And don't forget, this shall be fun. Don't overwork yourself on this.

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Tag 9 people to get to know better*

from @machine-saint

3 ships / First ever ship: imma do both so i can talk about more

first: white rose, or ruby/weiss for non rwby people. i just love the dynamic, the way they compliment each other, the aesthetic, everything really. also nostalgia because they‘re basically how i learned yuri fanfiction was a thing. no, that‘s in reverse actually, i googled yuri fanfiction and a fanfiction.net list that featured them prominently showed up and the rest is history. also the reason i joined tumblr. also have i told you about my cats weiss and—

sylvaina, or sylvanas/jaina. everyone knows warcraft and sylvanas right? the epitome of broken woman refusing to give up, which is paralleled in jaina on opposite sides of a brutal conflict. it‘s just two deeply hurt women coming together despite or maybe because of themselves, and finding healing where they thought it was beyond them. for some reason that appeals to me, don‘t read into it. also: go read sylvaina fanfiction. genuinely think there’s some of the best fanfiction period here. also also the reason i have a elven necromancer tattooed on my arm, and a cat named sylvanas, maybe—

doctor/kal’tsit. the one arknights ship i‘m genuinely obsessed with and there’s so little for it there, very cruel. there’s just so much here thematically, though. two ancient people trying their best to unfuck a world on a collision course with oblivion, and clashing over it. honestly both are too complex as character’s to break it down easily here, but arknights understanders should get it even if their obsession lies elsewhere. the next time i get a new cat (which hopefully will not be for a while) it‘s gonna be a kelshey

pricefield, max/chloe from life is strange. this one feels the most like a surprise considering my blogging habits, i think. something about telling the universe or fate or whatever to fuck all the way off just stuck with me though. also stole chloe‘s sleeve, and i‘m a bit pissed they blacked it out in the comics for some reason

Last song: alesana - the murderer, very nostalgic. sometimes you just wanna murder a room full of people and yell about it, you know? one of my favorite breakdowns, too. something about shouting are you ready to die? repeatedly is just very nice for letting loose. it‘s also part of a concept album, that in turn is part of a trilogy but let‘s not get into it

Last movie: pacific rim just a few days ago. don‘t really like movies too much but come on, giant robots versus kaijus

Currently reading: a few things. the murderbot diaries by martha wells, for one. taking a robot and letting it be inhuman and still a person and be treated as such is something we need more of. then a bunch of nonfiction, manufacturing consent first for obvious reasons and a bunch of marxist basics that i really should have read years ago

Currently watching: gundam origin. decided to work my way through chronologically, no clue if that‘s s good idea or not, but it sure makes a very big task more approachable. bunch of airing animes, too, as is tradition. cried myself through the first to episodes of frieren

Currently consuming: just had strawberry cheesecake ice cream, love that stuff

Currently craving: the death of the american empire would be nice. or pizza

*so, talking about stuff i like to a semi personified void is great and all, but actually tagging people is something my poor little brain can‘t handle without imploding, but if you‘ve read this far and/or consistently read my rambling, do consider yourself tagged. or don‘t. but it‘s tumblr, who doesn’t like talking about stuff they like. be free. meow

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A man named uncle- Part 2

Here is the second part of my new, different Henry Cavill series that I hope everyone is going to like, feedback would be appreciated.

Series taglist: @slutforhenrycavilll

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) and Henry have a house of girls and they are guardians of their nieces who they think of as their daughters. But looking after their girls isn’t easy when (Y/n)’s pregnant and their fifteen year old niece starts to resent (Y/n) and is fighting for Henry’s sole attention.

Enjoy.

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"You're not taking us,"

(Y/n) couldn't decide whether the words were meant to be a question or a high demand but however they were supposed to be interpreted, they made her heart lurch down into her stomach. She knew better than to take the words to heart but it didn't stop her heart from reacting to them in a deeply upsetting way.

Hitching her bag higher up on her shoulder, (Y/n) snook a glance over at Henry before she raised her head and forced a smile on her lips.

"I'm not taking you, I'm coming with you." (Y/n) continued to try and keep a smile on her face while she held her hand out towards Alice who came running through the gates and bypassed Jamie immediately.

It was their day for contact with their mum and they were allowed to leave school just over an hour early to go and see their mum. Neither girl wanted to go, they would rather stay in their classes and finish the day at school and then go home. They didn't want to go to contact but they didn't have a choice in the matter when a judge said they were too young to decide for themselves if they wanted to see their mum or not.

She wasn't truly their mum anymore.

She had been in and out of Jamie's life since the moment she was born and she had barely been around at all for poor Alice. The moment Alice was born, she was pawned off on (Y/n)'s parents before (Y/n) and Henry decided to take her in. She didn't want to see the woman who always promised to take her out or visit her but never did.

"No... you promised you'd take us." If Jamie were a few years younger she may have stomped her foot on the ground or resorted to a scream to show his she disapproved of (Y/n) coming with them. But instead, she clenched her hands into fists and folded her arms over her chest when she looked at Henry.

He said he was taking them, neither of them said anything about (Y/n) coming too. They were supposed to go out after contact, Henry promised they could do whatever they wanted, whether it be going to the cinema, out for something to eat or bowling. They could do something fun and relax with time alone with him.

"Carry on being rude and you're not going anywhere." Henry tilted his head to the side and rose a brow with a dangerous tone to his voice that made Jamie internally shiver.

He wasn't impressed.

"I need to talk to your mum so I'm coming to contact but after that, I'll get the girls and take them home. You're still going out after, I just need to see her. Alright?"

(Y/n) slowly looped her arm through Henry's crooked elbow and pulled his bicep across her chest in a small gesture to tell him to calm down. She knew if Jamie's attitude continued, Henry's temper would also flare. He was a very mild-mannered, laid back man but he wouldn't have any of the girls say or do anything rude to disrespect (Y/n). She was their mother and deserved their love and respect.

She could feel his arm tensing and relaxing against her but his expression stayed the same while he waited for Jamie's response.

They both knew how much it meant to Jamie and Alice to have time alone with each of them. They didn't get much attention from their real parents and they craved love and attention so badly. It's why they made sure to give the girls at least one day a week alone with either Henry or (Y/n) so they could be together and have some time alone. The girls loved their time alone with each of them and since Henry had been away for two weeks, they had spent more time with (Y/n). It was their turn to go out with Henry now.

"Okay... sorry." Stuffing her hands in her pockets, Jamie moved over to Henry's other side and the four of them got in the car for the ten minute drive to the family centre.

If it was (Y/n)'s choice, she wouldn't be coming to contact. Three weeks ago she had taken the girls to their last contact session and it was Henry's turn, but (Y/n) needed to talk to her sister and contact was the best place to do that.

She had all but given up on her sister now and her antics and bad ways.

There were many times (Y/n) had forgiven her big sister, such as all the times she screwed Jamie over in her life. Each time Jasmine dumped Jamie back with their parents and floundered off somewhere for weeks at a time, she had been forgiven. She had been seventeen when she gave birth and she didn't want a baby but at the same time, there was part of Jasmine that just couldn't give away her baby either. Not when her parents graciously offered to help bring Jamie up if that's what she wanted.

Each time Jasmine promised to do better and do right by Jamie, (Y/n) forgave her. She forgave her sister for pawning her child off on her or for how she treated her girl.

Even the time when (Y/n) had been on a date- which Jasmine had crashed whilst being drunk, and told her date that (Y/n) had a two-year-old waiting for her at home. (Y/n) had only been sixteen and safe to say, no one else wanted to date her when that rumour went round college.

Or the times when Jasmine would tell everyone Jamie was (Y/n)'s and turn up in the middle of the night and hand her over to (Y/n), crying and sobbing that she couldn't look after her right now.

Or when she had been pregnant with Violet and was horribly ill during the last month of her pregnancy and Jasmine turned up and dumped Jamie on the doorstep. (Y/n) had been in no fit state to look after Jamie and Henry had been shooting his film during the night and was barely home either. (Y/n) forgave her for that too.

With Alice, it wasn't so easy to forgive. Jasmine wasn't cut out to be a mother and she barely tried with Alice, she just gave her to anyone who would have her. By choice, (Y/n) wasn't talking to her sister much anymore but today she needed to see her and that meant tagging along to contact.

"Baby, we're here," Henry reached across and rested his hand on (Y/n)'s leg when he noticed she seemed to have zoned out.

"Dad..." The moment they got out the car, Alice wrapped her arms around Henry's leg and tugged to the point his jeans almost came down. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want to see the woman she barely knew try and pretend that they were a loving family. She didn't want to sit and hear Jasmine ask about school and what she was doing and then suddenly ask how old she was like she did last time.

"Alright sweetheart, we won't be here long." Leaning down, Henry gently untangled her arms from his leg and scooped her up to sit on his hip. If it were up to him they wouldn't have to come here. They were old enough to know their own minds and they knew whether they wanted to see Jasmine or not.

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s lips despite the headache forming behind her eyes when she felt Jamie move closer to her side when they walked in the building. She knew Jamie hated this place and every time they left, she seeked out some sort of comfort and solace.

(Y/n) looped her arm through Jamie's after speaking to the receptionist and they headed down to room number three. She could feel Jamie tensing beside her and her steps were becoming slower and more sluggish before (Y/n) took a deep breath and opened the door.

There she was, sat in the usual armchair beneath the window.

With a swallowed breath, (Y/n) took in the state of her sister as she and Jamie walked into the room and moved to sit on the sofa. She could feel Jamie tightening her hand around (Y/n)'s arm, a small but desperate plea for her not to let go just yet and she wouldn't.

Her sister looked a little better than the last time she saw her. Her hair was more stylish today, pinned back to the side and curly as if she had taken the time to put curlers in. It was still a mix of pale hazel and dark brown from a bad hair dye but she looked more alert today, a nice pale blue dress with a belt round the middle and some flat shoes.

Sometimes Jasmine looked like she had been caught in a hurricane when she came to contact or like she had just come from a street fight, at least today it showed she was trying to make a little effort.

"Hi sweetie,"

"Hi," It was clear Jamie was refraining herself from calling her mum by her first name. She hadn't called Jasmine 'mum' in years but she knew every time she called her Jas, it cut deep and it made the air in the room too thick to breathe. She didn't deserve to be called a mother but at the same time, Jamie cared just a little too much to really hurt her.

"Alice, baby, come give mummy a kiss." Jasmine held out her arms with a wide smile that slowly slipped away when Alice stood near the coffee table, unsure which way to move.

She became stiff as a board when she finally moved towards her mum and her body shook from how tense she was. But when a kiss was placed on her cheek, she turned and retreated back to the armchair where Henry was sat and scrambled up onto his lap.

"So, how have you both been, what have you been up to?"

"I've joined gymnastics after school on Thursdays," Jamie looked down at her hands as she spoke. Part of her wished the gymnastics club was run on a Tuesday so then she wouldn't have to come here. But she knew if it was, they would just change contact day anyway and she wouldn't have a choice, so it didn't really matter.

"You're not very, athletic." Jasmine chose her words carefully but she smiled nonetheless.

"Yeah well, I'm gonna be."

"What about you, Ali?"

"I like art, I did some pictures for mum." Alice stayed tucked up in Henry's arms and didn't bother to look over at Jasmine when she spoke.

She knew she shouldn't really call (Y/n) her mum in front of Jasmine because it always made things awkward and last time she did it upset Jasmine, but she couldn't help it. She wished (Y/n) was her mum and she always said it was okay if she wanted to call her mum. Jasmine was more of a distant auntie she never really got to know and she didn't want to know her either.

"Will you draw me a picture?"

Biting her nail, (Y/n) looked across at Henry before she shrunk back in her seat, feeling a shiver running along her spine when Jamie rested her head on her shoulder. The hour they spent here each time always seemed to drag on forever and it never seemed to end. There was nothing they wanted to say to each other and the girls didn't know what to do or how to interact with Jasmine when she could be very tempermental.

One week she might look disgruntled and get snappy at anything they said and the next time she would be happy as ever, kissing and hugging them and pretending everything was just fine. It was off-putting for the girls and whenever Jasmine cancelled a visit, they were both unsettled and relieved all at once.

After about twenty minutes of mismatched conversation, (Y/n) patted Jamie's arm and tried to force a smile.

"Why don't you take Alice to go get a drink from the machine?"

Reaching into her bag, (Y/n) handed her purse over to Jamie who was quick to jump up and hold her hand out to Alice. It was clear Alice needed a small break and Jamie would do anything to get out of this boring conversation for a few minutes. She knew how to drag her feet to draw out the seconds so when they came back they wouldn't have long before it was time to go.

"Have they been okay, Alice looks a bit under the weather." When the girls left the room, Jasmine moved to sit down next to (Y/n), blind to how her sister moved an inch away when she got close.

"She's fine, they're both doing good... listen, we're going to talk to someone next week about these sessions."

"Why?"

"The girls aren't happy, it's off-putting to come here every week and they don't want to."

(Y/n) didn't know how else to put it and she hated the way her sister pulled back as if she had been slapped in the face. But it was the truth, she and Henry were going to find out of these sessions could be cancelled because they were making the girls worse rather than improving their relationship with Jasmine and it wasn't fair anymore.

"Of course they want to see me, (Y/n) don't be like that they're my daughters."

"And I have custody of them. If you really want to keep seeing them then why not come to mums and visit them? Somewhere they feel safe and relaxed and maybe we could take them out for ice cream if you can commit to it. Anything's better than this place."

It was too formal for the girls, Jamie didn't care as much about where contact happened she just didn't want it in general. But if it had to continue then they could meet at their parents house, somewhere the girls were comfortable and could be around other people and leave when they wanted to. And if Jasmine could commit to regular visits they could take the girls out somewhere, only if the girls wanted to though.

"I have been committing to seeing them, I've turned up to these visits-"

"Jas, you've missed five this year. They don't want to meet you in this place, it's not fair on them."

"And you think letting them call you their mother is fair?"

(Y/n) could feel a headache forming behind her eyes, but maybe that was because of how sick she had been feeling lately. It was so much easier when the girls were younger, even though everything always seemed to go up in the air and things kept going from bad to worse, somehow it was easier than the stability they had now. The girls being stable meant that Jasmine felt like she was being pushed out and forgotten but she couldn't have it both ways.

Sometimes (Y/n) wondered if it was better back when Jamie was a little girl and she and Jasmine would take her out to the park or the play areas. They always caught the bus into town and took her out.

But then again, (Y/n) couldn't handle going back to that part of her life where she was looking after a toddler that wasn't hers in her parent's house. And then when she moved out she barely got time alone without Jamie coming in and out of her life and Jasmine bustling in and ruining everything.

Meeting Henry and having the girls changed everything, he helped (Y/n) raise the girls and now they were slowly becoming a family. (Y/n) would never be able to go back to how things used to be.

"What else would they call the woman who raised them?"

Henry rubbed his hand over his chin but his other hand stayed balled up in a fist on his leg. He could never quite control his temper when Jasmine was in the room and she was the only person who ever managed to rile him up and ruin his calm persona. He never understood how (Y/n) could be so calm and collected when her sister used and manipulated her and tried to ruin everything she had, intentionally or not.

He couldn't count the times Jasmine had made (Y/n) cry or feel bad about herself when she was doing everything she could to raise her nieces. If Jasmine couldn't take responsibility for her life then Henry didn't want to be around her and hear her blame everyone else for her mistakes.

"Henry..."

"Jamie's fifteen now, she can choose whether she wants to meet up with you for a coffee or if she doesn't want to see you and that's her choice. And I think Alice might give you another chance but you'd have to really try with her which you never do. If they don't want to see you I'm not gonna make them."

(Y/n) pressed her face into her palms and took a deep breath. At least Henry could say everything she couldn't, even if he never sugar coated it. They weren't going to do this anymore, it wasn't a debate it was a decision that had already been made.

"Daddy," Alice pushed past Jamie and made a beeline for Henry and was just about to scramble up onto his lap when he stood up. His hands held her sides and he settled her on his chest like she was a toddler again, letting her arms cocoon around his neck and her head burrow into his chest. They had been here long enough, they all needed to leave and calm down now.

"If you want to meet up and see the girls and they agree, ring me and let me know."

(Y/n) could see the relief in Jamie's eyes when she realised they were leaving now and she reached out for (Y/n)'s hand as if wanting to drag her out to get away a little quicker. She let Jamie loop their arms together and practically pull her along to follow Henry and Alice out the room.

"Jamie, slow down," (Y/n) pulled her back a little when the speed she was walking made (Y/n)'s head spin faster.

She could feel the hallway stretching out into eternity and and the more Jamie pulled on her arm, the more she became unbalanced in herself. The room they had been in for the last hour had been sweltering hot even with the window cracked open and (Y/n) felt like she was a boiled egg by now. Added with the fact that she hadn't eaten yet today and wouldn't be able to eat until she got Violet and Minnie back home just made her feel worse.

The moment they got outside, the fresh air and the cold breeze hit (Y/n) like a tidal wave knocking the air out of her system. Her previously burning skin now felt like it was prickling with frostbite.

She needed to sit down.

"W- what's wrong? Uncle Henry," Jamie's head frantically looked between (Y/n) and Henry when (Y/n)'s weight suddenly leaned on her and she bent her knees and went down to the pavement. Leaning down, Jamie tried to be gentle and help (Y/n) sit down without falling with a bang but the moment she sat down, her head flopped to rest on top of her arms.

She kept hold of (Y/n)'s hand but her eyes focused on Henry who handed his car keys to Alice and gently told her to get in the car before he turned round and jogged over to them.

Something inside of Jamie wished that look of concern in his eyes was meant for her.

"Baby, you okay? Talk to me," Kneeling down in front of (Y/n), Henry gently pressed his hands to her elbows and rubbed soothing circles into her skin. She felt hot to the touch and he knew she had barely managed to eat anything today. He knew he should have tried to get her to eat something before they came out. "Baby?"

"I- I'm good, just went dizzy for a moment." Lifting her head, (Y/n) managed a small smile when her eyes came back into focus and she could see Henry's lips quirking up into a lopsided smile.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her temple before he wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly helped her up to her feet. His arms stayed tight around her middle, keeping her pressed up to his front and (Y/n) rested her palms on his chest, relishing in the touch for a few more seconds.

"Are you gonna be alright to pick up the girls? I won't leave you if you don't want me to." Henry moved his hand to cup the back of (Y/n)'s head and he spoke quietly with his lips an inch away from her forehead. He didn't want to leave her at the school to walk home with the girls if she was going to have another dizzy spell. He would rather take her home and make sure she was alright than risk leaving her and worry she might not be okay.

When she opened her eyes, (Y/n) dared to sneak a look to her left to see whether Jamie had heard Henry's words or not. She looked rather put-out but she didn't look like she heard, if she did then (Y/n) was sure she would have added her own input by now.

(Y/n) couldn't upset Jamie, she was desperate to go out to the cinema and just have some time to herself and be out with Henry. It wouldn't be fair for (Y/n) to make them all come home when she knew she would be fine after eating something and having a sugary drink.

"No, you take the girls out, I'll be fine. I promise."

"Can we go now?"

Henry leaned his head back and rolled his eyes with a small smile, he could see the anticipation in Jamie's eyes. She was done with this meeting and she wanted to go out now, she wasn't waiting around for anyone. Deep down Henry would feel better if she showed a little more compassion towards (Y/n) but he knew a lot of the time Jamie would just shut down and focus on what she wanted to do.

"Yeah, we can go."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A soft hum vibrated at the back of (Y/n)'s throat in a melodic tune as she slowly swayed her upper body from left to right. Her cheek was nuzzled softly against the top of Minnie's head and her hand was rubbing soothing circles up and down her back. She could feel her little girl making a few small noises of contentment as she stuffed her thumb into her mouth.

Turning around, (Y/n) started to slowly pad along the dark red carpet while her gaze drifted from looking at her youngest girl to looking at the far wall where her mural wall was. It was a cherry red room but the wall behind Minnie's bed had a black Minnie and Mickey Mouse sticker taking up the majority of the wall with her name in big Disney style letters underneath.

Another melody hummed against (Y/n)'s lips and she closed her eyes, smiling to herself when Minnie snuggled further into her chest. She wouldn't be able to do this in a few months with a bump in the way.

Her eyes remained closed but her lips curved up into a soft smile when a pair of strong arms gently curled around her frame. A hard chest pressed up against her back and she could feel soft breaths tickling against her ear.

Henry slowly wrapped his arms over (Y/n)'s arms and brought his hand up to to rest on the back of Minnie's head, dragging his fingertips through her curls.

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss against (Y/n)'s neck, smiling into her skin when he felt her shiver at his touch. He couldn't resist joining in on such a calm and quiet moment with two of his girls, especially when he hadn't seen much of Minnie today with her being at school and him taking the other girls out. He kissed his way up (Y/n)'s neck until he was nipping at her cheek and his arms tightened around her, squeezing her against his chest.

"Are you feeling better?"

"A little," (Y/n) knew having something to eat and drink would make her feel better and she did manage some dinner with the girls. Her head still had a dull throbbing behind her eyes but she felt better compared to this morning.

"Good,"

Henry moved his hand to rest on Minnie's back when she shimmied a little higher up on (Y/n)'s chest and snuggled up to her neck like she was already in her bed getting comfy. His other hand slowly tickled down (Y/n)'s side until the palm of his hand was resting on her lower stomach. In just a few short months he would be able to feel their next baby kicking against his hand. Henry remembered when they were expecting Minnie, she was forever sending kicks his way like she automatically knew when Henry was around.

"I love you." (Y/n) couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face when he whispered those little words in her ear.

A rumbling bubbled up at the back of Jamie's throat and a burning sensation errupted in her chest as she hovered behind the door just over the threshold of Minnie's room. She leaned a little closer towards the door and peeked her head round to try and get a better look but looking only made the fire inside of her burn brighter and made her nose burn with the threat of tears.

It wasn't fair.

Why did (Y/n) get everything? She had the girls with Henry, she even had Alice who was now practically one of their daughters too. She had Henry who was the absolute best person in the world, he was funny and caring and loving and adoring and worshipped the ground she walked on. He held her like that and cradled her to his chest like he was trying to stuff her into his heart and keep her safe forever. He kissed her neck so sensually and he held her close and he adored all their girls.

And now she was pregnant too, (Y/n) had everything and Jamie had nothing in comparison. She wasn't their daughter, she wasn't truly (Y/n)'s which hurt more than she cared to admit and Henry wasn't hers, he was (Y/n)'s.

Why couldn't they swap places?

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