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HI EVERYONE GUESS WHAT!!!! WELCOMING TEASPOON THE CAT TO THE FAMILY!!

#cat family #cats #a good animal #my daughter teaspoon who i love most

[pr0crastin]

A teaspoon of crazy

Annie Cresta hasn’t always been always mad. Sometimes, when there’s complete peace- not silence (the silence just sets her off) but the kind of peace that comes from sitting in a meadow after it’s rained and listening to the chirping crickets- she can remember what it’s like to have a mind that makes sense.

She remembers inventing her own recipes for these eccentric desserts which people were always wary of trying and would then always end up demolishing.

She remembers having the attention span to sit and complete an entire five thousand piece puzzle. Now, most days her hands shake too much for her to even tear the plastic wrapping off the box.

But here in the meadow, with the smell of petrichor and the soft grass under her fingers, she feels like maybe she could pretend to be a normal girl, if only just for a little while. Of course the peace doesn’t last, it never does. No one is stupid enough to think that winning the hunger games means you’re safe.

Not even when you drive a stake through the heart of your last remaining enemy. No. Shank isn’t the enemy. He didn’t choose to leave his sickly mother and his five little brothers to fight to death in a cage for the amusement of rich people. Shank isn’t the enemy and he doesn’t deserve this, so Annie closes her eyes and imagines she’s driving the stake through Snow. It doesn’t make it easier, but it gets her out of that arena.

Her mentor is waiting on the other side, and he looks like he was in there with her. Annie is screaming. She’s exhausted down to her bones, and her voice barely works anymore (she wonders if it ever will again), but she can feel Shank’s blood on her fingers and she can’t stop screaming. She wants it off. She wants it gone. (She wants to be gone, too, but that’s harder to explain)

Everyone is very confused. She just won the 70th Hunger Games- she should be singing from the rooftops and celebrating. She’s safe.

Of course she’s not, not really. She knows it, and, as Coriolanus Snow crowns her the victor with his crocodile smile, he knows it too.

But there’s one other person who also knows it. He’s the only one who looks even half as destroyed as she feels. He always runs to her when he sees her. The first time it happens, she has just come out of the arena and she can’t stop the shrieking sounds which keep clawing themselves out of her throat. He gathers her in his arms and squeezes her so tight that she feels her bones rattle.

But she also feels her screams die down as he contains them in his arms, and she thinks that if he keeps holding her like this, she might be able to live with herself just a little.

After that, Finnick always runs when he sees her. It’s funny that he runs towards her with the speed at which other people run away. No one can come too close to Crazy Annie, because no one knows what she might do next. The poor girl won the Hunger Games and came out of it mad.

“I don’t think I ever made it out of that arena,” she whispers one day. It’s a calm day, peaceful enough for her to sort through the noise in her head and hold a conversation. But that probably has more to do with the person holding her. The day didn’t start off calm, but looking at her now, it’s impossible to tell that she was seconds from ripping out her own throat only moments ago.

“I don’t think any of us did, my love,” he whispers against her hair. She loves it when he whispers against her hair. Especially on days where everything sounds like static and she can feel the fabric of her clothes rubbing against her skin. When he holds her like a promise and murmurs into her hair, she feels settled enough to take out of his hands and play with his fingers without thinking about breaking them.

Other times, when she feels coherent, Annie wonders when Finnick will finally decide he’s had enough. He has no shortage of options- he could court anyone from the most beautiful woman in the Capitol to Snow’s daughter herself. Annie wants him to go. There is so much out there for him and she loves him so much that she wants him to have it all.

She wants him to go, but it seems she doesn’t love him enough to let him go.

It makes her mad when he stays, too. And when she gets mad, she takes it out on him. He doesn’t deserve this, she thinks in a moment of clarity, as she aims a vase for his head. His lightening fast reflexes save him, of course, he didn’t win the Hunger Games for nothing, and the glass shatters against the wall, taking an ugly painting with it.

Maybe he did win the Hunger Games for nothing, she tells him, because he’s wasting away his freedom shackled to her.

“You think I feel shackled to you?” He says, and his sea green eyes swim with hurt. Haven’t I done enough to prove that I love you? the hunch of his shoulders says. She absolutely hates herself for hurting him, and she takes that out on him, too.

“I feel shackled to you!” She screams, and can’t he see that she’s trying to be selfless? She will always need him, but he doesn’t need her. And he definitely doesn’t deserve her. She lobs a fork at him, as if to prove her point, and he dodges it. He catches the candle labra and sidesteps the flying metal tray, and he does it so calmly that she feels more and more unhinged with each step he takes towards her. He pauses when she reaches for the chair, and then he moves faster than she can.

He runs to her, and Annie freezes. She understands now, why he runs. He’s trying to get to her before her demons do, she thinks with a choked sob, and sinks to her knees with it.

There are no words, just arms which feel like home lifting her as if she weighs nothing and carrying her away from the mess that she has created herself. Her Their living room is a good reflection of what’s going on inside her mind, and it’s ironic that it’s also symbolic of their relationship.

She just wants to be normal.

“I’m never going to change,” she mutters, over and over again as he lays her down on the bed. She clutches at him like he’ll disappear if she loosens her grip, because surely no one is this good. No one is this pure. He must be a hallucination.

“Good,” the look he gives her is long and hard. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Finnick Odair and Crazy Annie,” she scoffs, and her breathing is sporadic. He places a hand over her heart to settle her, and she doesn’t wonder why it works. She wonders if she sounds as bitter as she feels. “The Golden Boy and his Lunatic.”

There are fingers on her chin, tipping her head up towards the most brilliant pair of eyes. Even in her haziest moments, she never forgets the ring of green in a sea of blue, sparkling with an emotion she can’t quite put her finger on.

“Yes,” he says, and a part of her is grateful he doesn’t correct her- doesn’t bother with false consolations that she will be okay one day. “My Lunatic.”

“You don’t have to have a lunatic,” she chokes out, but it comes as more of a sob, and she can feel her vision blur with the same tears she cried when she made her first kill. She feels like she’s killing Finnick, too. “You deserve a normal girl.”

He closes his eyes when the second word leaves her mouth, as if he doesn’t want to listen to the rest. Maybe it’s because he knows what’s coming and he’s tired of being reminded of his situation. Doesn’t he understand that she’s giving him a way out? It hurts to be selfless, and most of the time even her thoughts aren’t her own, but for him, shes trying. For him, she wants something better.

“There is nothing better,” he says sharply, and she wonders if she even thinks in her head anymore. Nothing, he says, not no one. As if he knows that she believes there is not just a greater person but a better situation for him to be in. “And if there is, I don’t want it I-”

His voice breaks and Annie makes a wish. She wishes she was someone who could comfort him. She has no words, not even the gibberish ones, so she offers a hand at the back of his head, buried in his bronzed curls to pull him closer even though she was supposed to be pushing him away.

“When will you understand,” he whispers into the skin of her neck, and she doesn’t remember much, but she remembers what it is to shiver. “There’s no normal for people like you and me. You are my normal girl.”

She doesn’t speak, because it’s easier to be selfish this way. There’s only so much of herself she can sacrifice in trying to let him go. Maybe she’ll succeed some other day, when she’s stronger. And better. There is nothing better. He presses his nose to her jaw, as if he can hear her thoughts and he knows he needs to remind her.

The fight drains out of her.

Annie pulls him closer and presses a kiss to his hair, hoping it will bring him the same comfort he brings her, even though it’s impossible for anything to feel like what Finnick makes her feel.

His eyes were sparkling at her, she realises.

#finnick odair #annie cresta #finnick x annie #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #catching fire #mockingjay #not all of these tags are valid I’m sorry #I don’t know who told me I had the capacity to write about what’s it’s like to be mad

[landhficrecs]

Single Parent (1)

confections of the heart by pleasinglouis 25k

Harry chuckles, smiling when Louis’ breath hitches as he reaches up to brush his thumb over Louis’ cheek. “Louis, would you like to go on a date with me?”

He still worries that the date won’t go well, that Harry will get bored of him or decide it’s too complicated dating an omega with a pup, but he nods anyway, “Yes.”

It feels worth it when Harry’s lips widen into a grin and the dimple that Louis finds quite charming craters into his cheek. Who knows, maybe it won’t be as awkward as you think, Louis thinks to himself and follows Harry to where Oliver is watching a chef with a loud laugh show the pup how to sculpt with chocolate. Maybe this time it’ll work out.

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Or Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

darling, ill take care of you by louly23 20k

Louis watches the strip turn pink in the shitty employee bathroom of Donny stadium on a Wednesday evening in early April, 2008, and all she can fucking think as she sits there on the too-low, rickety old toilet seat that’s three fucking inches away from the sink with her nasty work khakis and Ann Summers underwear around her skinny 17-year-old ankles, 12,000,000 miles up Shit Creek with zero fucking paddles, is: I don’t even fucking like taquitos.

Across the ocean, in a small dingy-looking hallway in the shadiest part of Los Angeles, 16 year old Harry Styles tries to calm her breathing and wipe the sweat from her palms before she enters her very first audition as a fully grown, adult actor, a very long ways away from home.

...or Louis has a 7-year-old daughter, she's in a band, and apparently whenver she and that actor chick in the custom floral suits get near each other the internet loses it's shit.

With A Little Kindness by jacaranda_bloom 33k

The man lays his hand on Harry’s forearm and Harry looks up as the stranger leans in. “I just wanted to say,” he whispers. “Can I cover your bill? I’m a big believer in paying it forward and I can see you’re struggling. It’s none of my business, of course, but I’d really like to help.”

OR the one where Harry is a struggling single parent who doesn’t have time for relationships and Louis is a generous stranger who is unlucky in love, until fate decides to step in and bring them together.

Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen 20k

Louis Tomlinson and his best friend Bridget had a daughter when they were very young and he was on the brink of becoming the next MLS star. Until he blew out his knee.

A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

tangled up and blue by thepolourryexpress 30k

Kai just shakes his head, making his way down the small batch of stairs with a hop in his step. “Have fun on your weird adult date.”

Harry sighs. “It’s not a date.”

“Dad, you already have him in your bed most nights,” Kai sings, walking backwards towards Louis’ car with an insufferable smirk on his face. “It’s not looking too good for you,” he shrugs, hands curled around the straps of his backpack.

Deep in His Eyes (I Think I See A Future) by FallingLikeThis 5k

Louis is a single father with twins, Davis and Ethan. Harry is the cute nursery school teacher that volunteers at the town’s fair.

promise you’ll remember by anonymous 10k

Louis is a widower whose daughter's fish just died. He panics, then ends up meeting Harry, a marine biologist who is out to steal his heart.

You’re Perfect Now by Kiwiwoman 21k

Louis is Harry’s bodyguard.

When Everything Gets In The Way by Kiwiwoman 16k

Louis is Harry's professor who holds his baby in lectures.

I’ll Call You Mine by KennieWen 13k

"Harry isn’t superstitious, doesn’t knock on wood, or wish on shooting stars, but his position on ‘love at first sight’ becomes increasingly wishy-washy as his mind begins to comprehend blue, blue, blue. He feels his heart constrict and tongue go dry. The man before him is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen in his entire life."

Or: A self indulgent Omega/Omega fic with a teacher/single parent of favorite student trope.

Right Beside You Is Where I Belong by lovelarry10 46k

“Harry, hi, I thought it was you,” Louis said as they came to a stop in front of him, Teddy by now sound asleep in his pushchair. “I hope I’m not holding you up?”

“Not at all,” Harry insisted, smiling down at Piper who was peering shyly up at the stranger in front of her. “I’m really glad we’ve seen you, actually. Pip, there’s someone I’d really love you to meet, sweetheart.”

Piper shuffled a little closer, clinging on to Harry’s shorts as he set a hand on her shoulder, willing her to relax. “Hello.”

“Hi!” Louis said, giving her a little wave, making Harry’s tummy flip over, loving how easy Louis seemed to be with his children. “I love your top. Sunflowers are my favourite.”

.•° ✿ °•.

Harry lives on his farm in the British countryside with his two children, loving the peace and quiet of his surroundings.

Louis is a writer who lives in the city, and decides it is time to take a break, to recharge and find some inspiration for his next book.

When Harry's daughter is left heartbroken by the unkindness of strangers, Louis decides it is time to right some wrongs, but doesn't expect to be reunited with the one who got away...

Wonder How I Ever Made It Through by lovelarry10 9k

Prompt 106: The shame at being incapable of it yourself.

Louis loved his home and his neighbourhood. It made jogging more enjoyable. But when a boy with curly hair moves into a home down the street, neither of these men realise what changes are coming their way.

Or Harry and Louis realise that all they need to be strong is love.

To Begin Again by lovelarry10 23k

“I, uh, I’m really sorry for yelling at you like I did.”

“Hey, I deserved it and more. I’m lucky you didn’t come and deck me on the nose,” Louis said, holding his hands up as if to surrender. “Seriously, you went lightly on me. If a crazy dog was leaping around me and my kids, I’d have lost my shit long before you did, and it would have been a lot more sweary than yours as well.”

Harry laughed at that, quite liking the man now he was getting to know him. This Louis seemed to have a good sense of humour, and his dog was fairly likeable too, laying there sound asleep, sunbathing.

“Well, I don’t usually lose my temper, so I just wanted to apologise.”

“It’s me who needs to say sorry. My stupid dog ate their bloody eggs, and on Easter Sunday at that. It’s a good job we don’t go to church, Cliff, or we’d both be going straight to hell. Nice ears, by the way. I meant to say earlier.”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Harry’s ready to spend a fun Easter morning with his two children at the park, but it’s thrown into chaos when an over-excited dog and his owner come barrelling into their lives…

@louly23 @jacaranda-bloom @becomeawendybird @thepolourryexpress @fallinglikethis

(Please @ the authors if you can xx)

#ao3 fanfic #hlficlibrary #larry fic #larry stylinson #larryfics #harry styles #louis tomlinson #singleparent #queer parents #lovelarry10 #Kiwiwoman #KennieWeen

[ittybittywaterlily]

hi lol i’m not dead, just. very very unmotivated to make any sort of content LMAO

i’m looking through my drafts (which have been sitting here for 3+ years at LEAST) and past me had some pretty interesting ideas for stories mostly borrower stuff and a few outliers, but lemme see if i can get the gist out of the biggest storyline i have in my drafts here under the read more

this one originally started out around the peak of my activity, so it’s probably the one i’ve put the most thought into

so i have three borrower families, but the last two are the ones i’ve put the most attention into:

- Seam, Patch and Acacia Alcove: the first characters to be conceived. Seam and Patch were siblings who lived under the guidance of their grandpa Acacia, and the family lived behind a shelf in a craft room. With Grandpa Acacia getting in on years and not being able to go out as often, he now teaches his grandchildren the ins and outs of borrowing.

The family is incredibly resourceful, with plates and bowls fashioned out of polymer clay, quilts made out of fabric scraps, and even some furniture carved out of wood by Acacia himself in his younger years.

- Potter, Dawn, and Tisp Tile: To be honest, Tisp was the most thought out in this family. Yes, I named her after the Sleeping Beauty scene where the fairies try making a cake for Aurora and call teaspoons “tisps”. I can only assume Dawn comes from the dish soap and Potter comes from, well, pots.

The family lived underneath the kitchen of an old house, the main entrance being under a loose tile. Tisp is around 6 years old and has a doll made out of a small chess pawn and some yarn. She’s a bit shy, but is a very inquisitive child. She loves helping her mom arrange her findings after borrowing trips, and would love to be as experienced as her someday. The family is very familiar with human customs.

- Aphrodite Tine: Nicknamed and always referred to as “Dite”, she’s a young adult who lives by herself in the house’s (rarely used) upright piano. She’s been living on her own ever since she was separated from her parents mid-move. Having never really come into contact with any other borrowers, she comes off as standoffish and blunt.

Everything she knows about borrowing comes from the bits and pieces of information she learned from her parents and pure trial and error as she tried to survive before eventually settling down in the piano. Tisp and Dite’s stories were meant to be connected.

So the gist of the Dite and Tisp’s story is this: for some reason or another, the Tiles have to move away. Maybe the kitchen is getting a renovation that involves replacing the flooring? Maybe Dawn was seen while borrowing? I never specified the reason when I came up with this story for some reason. But the family has to go, but they can’t bring Tisp with her. She’s a child, for pete’s sake, the stress and potential risks are too great for them to bring their only daughter along on such a trip.

Luckily, they aren’t planning to move far; their destination is the nearby forest just past the house’s backyard. Potter and Dawn decide to leave Tisp with Dite, who they’re acquainted with (and by acquainted, Dawn spotted Dite coming back from a borrowing trip once and pretty much insisted she stay until the next night when Dite mentioned how far her home was from the kitchen). They won’t be long, Potter and Dawn reassure Dite. They’ll be away just until they clear out an area and make a home for themselves, and then Potter will come back for Tisp when everything’s ready.

So begins a series of Dite trying to raise this ball of sunshine with no prior experience, while at the same time, trying to get enough supplies for them both while also trying not to be seen and put both her and the Tile family’s futures in danger.

There were also unfinished oneshots: One of Dite heading back to the (now abandoned) Tile household to search for Tisp’s doll, and another holiday-centric one where Tisp finds out Dite has never celebrated the holiday season and decides to remedy that.

extra notes: originally i was going to have Tisp in the care of the Alcoves, but with the idea of Dite beginning to take form, i guess i decided it’d be more interesting to have Dite and Tisp form some kind of found family thing.  after that, i saw the Alcoves living in a house separate from the one the Tiles and Dite live in, but looking at it now, there really isn’t any reason for all three families to coexist in the same house. i did imagine it to be fairly large, after all. the og borrowers book had several families living in the same house too iirc

speaking of humans... that was actually the part i was most stuck on lmao but i imagined the human family to be composed of a single mom and her two sons. the older one was somewhere in middle school while the younger was around elementary. the most coherent plot point i remember was that Tisp snuck out after an argument with Dite, which would cause her and the younger boy to meet. the younger boy promises to keep the secret of Tisp’s existence a secret, but like most children, he’s not exactly too good at hiding something he’s excited about. his older brother catches on, but he and his mother both brush it off as a case of imaginary friends.

thinking about it now, i could maybe have the older brother tease the younger one to the point where he does reveal Tisp and Dite? hmmm

#g/t #the lily writes #borrowers #good GOD it feels kinda good to get that story out? #it's far from being a completed thing but i'm pretty happy with what managed to be made #anyway thanks for reading this lol #i'll make another one that has the rest of the draft stories in it bc i honestly didn't expect this post to be as long as it is

[myearts-uwu]

Who do you like more? (Fluff ver.)

Before anyone asks, yes. If there’s a fluff version, then there will definitely be a smut version of this one-shot that will go by the same title.

I wrote like half of this one-shot when I was at the hospital (don’t worry. I’m fine and I’m not sick) so yeah! I got bored waiting and decided to write something random. So...

Here’s a random Anastacius x Myra x Roger one-shot. 

 "Miss Myra, who do you like more? My father or Uncle Roger?"

 Myra almost spat out the coffee she was drinking when she heard Jennette's sudden question. "L-Lady Jennette, why are you suddenly asking me this so early in the morning?" she managed to sputter while carefully placing the coffee mug on the table.

 The dining area of the building they were staying at during the duration of Jennette and the others reacting to 'Who Made me a Princess' was filled with small chatter as most of the cast talked to one another. Claude, Felix, Lily and Diana had formed their own little group to discuss what will happen in the next chapter they'd be reacting to and even Ijekiel and Lucas had a table all to themselves as they tasted the waffles drizzled with their favourite toppings which they had gotten from the buffet table.

 The only people who hadn't arrived yet were Anastacius and Roger.

 Jennette had asked Myra if she could sit with her since she didn't want the older woman to feel alone as she ate her omurice quietly. Usually, either Anastacius or Roger or even both of them would sit at the same table as Myra so it was weird that the men were nowhere to be seen.

 "O-Oh, am I being too straightforward?" Jennette asked with a troubled expression. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my question, Miss Myra!"

 "There's no need for you to apologise, Lady Jennette. Don't worry." Myra smiled politely at the girl. "You just caught me off guard, that's all. It's not every day for me to get asked something like that. Is there a reason why you were asking me that in the first place?"

 Jennette just hummed before taking a small sip of tea that had been mixed in with three teaspoons of sugar. "Well... I couldn't help but notice that out of all the people in this building, you seem to be closest with my father and Uncle Roger," she began to explain. "I know that father likes you a lot and even Uncle Roger seems to enjoy your company. But I just wanted to know who you like more between the two, that's all."

 Was that really all there was to it?

 "What... You want to know if I like Sir Anastacius or Sir Roger more?" Myra rephrased the girl's question.

 Jennette was acting like a child who wanted to hear more about how her parents met. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table, her jewelled blue eyes sparkling like jewels. "Mm-hm!"

 From the corner of her eye, Myra could see Felix going for a second round of pancakes since he was making a beeline to the buffet table. Her attention returned to Jennette who was waiting for her to answer. "What I... think of Sir Roger and Sir Anastacius..."

 On one hand, Anastacius was the first man Myra felt some kind of attraction to since she broke up with her ex months ago. Of course, Anastacius was incredibly attractive but there were other things that made her fall in love with the guy. It was embarrassing for her to say it out loud, but one of the things she liked most about him was that he was willing and trying to change into a better person for his daughter's sake. And when he's not possessed by his ancestor, Anastacius was a nice and caring gentleman to her. The simple gestures he showed to her, from allowing her to sleep on his shoulder or even letting her wrap her finder around his made her heart flutter.

 Then there was Roger Alpheus. Their first meeting was interesting, to say the least. It's not every day for someone like him to end up catching a stranger who was falling way high up in the air in his own garden of all places. During the time they spent together in Hawaii as she let him react to the princess' life at his own pace, she knew that Roger was a good man, albeit a tad bit too ambitious to the point he was willing to use Jennette as a political tool. She knew that he genuinely cared for the girl just from listening to the way he talked about her and his own son. A man who loved his children but rarely showed it to them. That was how Myra described him. Just like Anastacius, Roger also was a gentleman to her. There were times when he'd shield her from people when he sensed someone was stealing glances at her when they were going out of the resort. She thought it was cute when he told her in a soft voice to be near him at all times at one point because they were taking a walk together.

 In conclusion, Anastacius and Roger were two men Myra genuinely admired. And it still baffled her whenever she remembered that she somehow had both men wrapped around her finger.

 It then hit her that she was silent the whole time and Jennette was still waiting for her to say something.

 "I..."

 Usually, Myra could easily answer anything without hesitation.

 So why was she so hesitant in answering this one?!

 Myra's tongue was almost tied as she tried to answer Jennette's question.

 Jennette could only watch in silent amusement as Myra, someone who was always calm and always has a smile on her face, became flustered over being unable to answer her own question. "Miss Myra?"

 "Sir Anastacius and Sir Roger... who do I like better?" Myra muttered while rubbing the back of her head. Her unfinished omurice was barely touched by her and she wouldn't continue eating it unless she answered Jennette's question. "I mean, they're wonderful people to be around. And I like them both. Oh, if I said I like Sir Anastacius more, then surely Sir Roger wouldn't like that, right? But if I answer Sir Roger, then Sir Anastacius would definitely be jealous. Oh, but Sir Anastacius and I are pretty much in a relationship but at the same time Sir Roger is a wonderful friend and-"

 To be completely honest, Jennette didn't register the rest of what Myra said because of how fast she was speaking. All she could do was sit in her seat, smile and nod at whatever Myra was saying.

 'Miss Myra... Must really like father and Uncle Roger a lot if she's having this much trouble answering my question,' Jennette thought while casually taking a sip of her tea. She quietly stole a quick glance over Myra's shoulder and saw two people approaching them. 'Ooh, this will be interesting.' She decided to not tell the still rambling Myra about the people walking toward their table.

 "Oh, Jennette. Miss Myra. I didn't expect you to be sitting at the same table together for today."

 "Huh?"

 Myra stopped talking and looked up to see Anastacius and Roger standing beside the table. "Ah! Sir Anastacius! Sir Roger!" She frantically stood up from her seat. "Good morning. I didn't notice you coming here. I'm so sorry."

 Anastacius just smiled politely at the woman and placed his tray of orange juice and egg fried rice onto the table. "There's no need for you to apologise, Miss Myra," he said before gently holding her hand. He lifted her hand up and kissed it. "I think it's cute when you're so easily flustered like this."

 "... Aha..." Myra blushed slightly.

 Roger furrowed an eyebrow and placed his mug of hot black coffee on the table. Was that all he's gonna have for breakfast? "Anastacius, if you hold her hand like that for too long she'll be uncomfortable."

 Anastacius simply pouted at the duke but let go of Myra's hand anyway. But as soon as he did that, it was Roger's turn to kiss her hand.

 "You seem to be in a good mood today, Sir Roger," Myra commented while grinning at the silver-haired man, ignoring the glare Anastacius was giving to the man.

 Roger nodded his head. "I suppose seeing you for the first time today after having to drag Anastacius out of bed this morning for almost half an hour puts me in a better mood," he said with a small smile.

 "... Oh." Myra blushed even harder this time.

 Jennette just observed the three adults with wonder. 'Whoa... this is the first time I'm seeing them flirting so openly like this. Should I... Should I be seeing this?"

 "Ah, and good morning to you, my dearest Jennette," Anastacius greeted his daughter and patted her head. "I thought you'd be with the magician and Roger's son like you always do."

 Jennette just giggled and the three finally took their seats. "Oh, I just wanted to keep Miss Myra company because you both weren't here yet, that's all. Besides, I've been meaning to ask her a very important question."

 "Is that so?" Anastacius picked up his fried rice with a spoon and began to eat. He swallowed his food. "May I ask what that question is?"

 Myra stiffened. "Um, Sir Anastacius, I'm not so sure if it's a question you can answer."

 "Really? How come?"

 "Oh! That's because the question I asked Miss Myra was 'Who do you like more? My father or Uncle Roger?'," Jennette exclaimed while smiling widely.

 ...

 ...

 "Eh?" Anastacius and Roger blinked in confusion.

 "Ah! I think Lucas and Ijekiel are calling me! Gotta go!" Of course, Lucas and Ijekiel never called out Jennette's name at this moment. She just wanted to have an excuse to leave the adults alone. Jennette quickly got up from her seat and ran off to where the two boys were with her cup of tea. "See you at the screening room soon!"

 With that, they watched as the girl scurried away with her cup of tea in her hand.

 Myra cleared her throat. "You both should finish your breakfast quickly. We're supposed to start reacting to the next chapter in about fifteen minutes," she mumbled before eating her omurice.

 "So who's your favourite?"

 Myra froze and when she looked up from her food, Anastacius and Roger were looking at her expectantly. "Wha..." Were they being serious? "I... I wasn't able to provide an answer to Lady Jennette's question because I got a bit indecisive."

 "Seriously? Was it really that hard for you to choose between us?" Anastacius asked. "Even though it's obvious I'm the better option?"

 "You have got to be kidding me...," Roger muttered under his breath while staring blankly at Anastacius.

 They were about to have their regular staring competition but stopped when they heard Myra chuckling lightly.

 "It's embarrassing for me to admit it to you both... But is it wrong for me to not be able to answer Lady Jennette's question because I love you both a lot?" Myra smiled coyly for them. "It's impossible for me to decide who I like more when both of you have been treating me so well the entire time."

 "... You're too nice, Miss Myra," Roger stated bluntly. "If you keep being nice to everyone like this, people can take advantage of you, you know?" Since he was the one who was sitting beside her, he moved his seat a bit closer to her. "Anastacius doesn't deserve your love, honestly."

 Anastacius forced a smile and his eyebrow twitched. "Are you serious?"

 Myra just smiled peacefully even though both men continued to argue with each other.

 'Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I like these men so much even though they could barely stand beside each other without arguing,' she thought. '... I swear I can hear Sir Hyun-jin teasing me about my questionable taste in men. Ugh...'

#who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess #suddenly i became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbapod #anastacius de alger obelia #wmmap anastacius #roger alpheus #wmmap roger #original character #oc #myra smith #jennette margarita #wmmap jennette

[createdbyinvisibles]

Turkish delight and fancy perfumes for mother's day

In my family pollen allergies are really bad so instead of flowers for mother's day I decided to make her something flower flavored, hence my first try making candy or Turkish delight. When it isn't being used as a temptress by snow queens, turkish delight is a pleasant fruity candy with a marshmallow consistency typically eaten with bitter Turkish coffee. Here is the transcript of a video I used to make it,

Ingredients

4 cups sugar

1 and ½ cups of water

2 teaspoons of lemon

1 cup cornstarch

1 teaspoons Cream of tartar (or 2 teaspoons lemon juice)

Directions

Put four cups of sugar, 1 and ½ cups of water, and 2 teaspoons of lemon juice into a pan, turn on the heat, stir until dissolved, and bring to boil. Turn it off when it reaches the softball stage.

(To check the softball stage, drop a spoonful of it into cold water and if it can form a ball underwater but turn back to syrup when taken out it has reached the proper stage.)

In another pot, put 1 cup corn starch, 1 teaspoon of cream of tartar or 2 teaspoons lemon juice, and three cups of water. Mix out all the lumps and then turn on the heat. Stir continuously until it reaches a thick paste. Now stirring constantly, pour little by little the syrup mixture until it is all well incorporated on low heat.

Let this cook on low heat for 45 minutes.

Stir frequently,

Once after 15 minutes

Once after 30

Then once more after 45 minutes

Turn off the heat and add in 1 teaspoon of rosewater and a few drops of pink food coloring.

Oil some parchment paper and pour the mixture into a glass container and have it chill overnight or set out overnight covering with parchment paper.

Powder some corn starch on a tabletop and take out the solidified delight onto a table and cut it with a knife or pizza cutter. Take the cut pieces and toss them in a ½ cup of corn starch, making sure to dust each one individually and pat the extra dust off for each one too.

While you can buy this for yourself Turkish delight is sort of more of a gift candy, and from what I've read it's given as a welcoming gift when you visit someone. I guess it's kinda like a box of chocolates, since sure you can buy it and eat it yourself but it's still marketed as a gift.

It's also one of those old delicacies that at one point was very expensive but due to modern innovation, you most likely have all the ingredients in your house already. But it still makes for a fine gift and I just love gifting these it makes me feel like a Victorian noble sharing treats of the world with my friends and family. And so it made the perfect gift for mother's day, because my mom is a big fan of annick goutal, I decided to base it off of the perfume box ce soir ou jamais. It's a favorite of mine too, my personal tangent is in the undercut along with the box I decided to make it in and the story of why I chose it

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Annick Goutal is a french mother daughter perfume company, started by the mom who was a famous piano player who would later go onto be probably be the only celebrity to really create a quality perfume, (not that the others are per say but you just know it's a cash grab, while here the mom really loved perfume and wanted to produce real quality as a result). More than anything she loved her two daughters more than anything and on many occasions dedicated perfumes to them and taught them how to make their own. One of daughters going on to follow in the mom's footsteps and take over the company. The perfumes themselves specialize in memories, it's not just a scent but a place and time, and every layer of every note combines to make that memory. Which is how I feel they are able to create a much more complex scent than the name brands of now. In fact most name brand perfumes copy from annick goutal and lavin (another french mother-daughter company), simplify the notes and sell it for the same price. Marc Jacobs Daisy is the most famous example, who pretty much stole it all from lavin, simplified it, removed some notes, and added acouple in their place and sold it for a similar price, despite cheapening the product. Perfume is a scam and Cody will never not be the perfume world's pariah. But I digress annick goutal ce soir ou jamais, is a prime example of the memory angle of their line. Back when the mother was young she was in a sort of convent and everything evening or morning she would walk through the rose garden and the smell of all the rose would scent the air and it was such a pleasant rose that the mom wished she could recreate but could never get it right. The daughter tried her best to complete her mother's dream and make the perfume but it wasn't until the mom was on her death bed that the daughter showed it to her and even then it was not done. But when the mom smelled it she remarked that this was the smell she knew all those years ago.

What I believed happened in how the daughter was able to create it when the mom can't was in part due to a particular note, it's a sort of wet outdoorsy smell that isn't all that pleasant but it is crucial in creating the feeling that you are in the garden. You aren't smelling rose you are smelling a rose garden. My mom is in love with this perfume so I hand drew the box design onto a blank white gift box and made packed up the Turkish delight.

This way my rose flavor candy can become a new memory I get to share with my mom.

#food for thought #mother's day #annick goutal #perfume #baking

[music-despite-everything]

Happy birthday, Adrienne Rich!

Adrienne Cecile Rich, born May 16, 1929, in Baltimore, Maryland, and died March 27, 2012, in Santa Cruz, California, was an American poet, essayist, and feminist. She was called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century", and was credited with bringing "the oppression of women and lesbians to the forefront of poetic discourse." Rich criticized rigid forms of feminist identities and valorized what she coined the "lesbian continuum," which is a female continuum of solidarity and creativity that impacts and fills women's lives.

Her first collection of poetry, A Change of World, was selected by renowned poet W. H. Auden for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award. Auden went on to write the introduction to the published volume. She famously declined the National Medal of Arts, protesting the vote by House Speaker Newt Gingrich to end funding for the National Endowment for the Arts.

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Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law, 1963

1

You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peach bud, still have your dresses copied from that time, and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections float like perfume through the memory." Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life. Nervy, glowering, your daughter wipes the teaspoons, grows another way. 2 Banging the coffee-pot into the sink she hears the angels chiding, and looks out past the raked gardens to the sloppy sky. Only a week since They said: Have no patience. The next time it was: Be insatiable. Then: Save yourself; others you cannot save. Sometimes she's let the tap stream scald her arm, a match burn to her thumbnail, or held her hand above the kettle's snout right in the woolly steam. They are probably angels, since nothing hurts her anymore, except each morning's grit blowing into her eyes.

3 A thinking woman sleeps with monsters. The beak that grips her, she becomes. And Nature, that sprung-lidded, still commodious steamer-trunk of tempora and mores gets stuffed with it all: the mildewed orange-flowers, the female pills, the terrible breasts of Boadicea beneath flat foxes' heads and orchids. Two handsome women, gripped in argument, each proud, acute, subtle, I hear scream across the cut glass and majolica like Furies cornered from their prey: The argument ad feminam, all the old knives that have rusted in my back, I drive in yours, ma semblable, ma soeur! 4 Knowing themselves too well in one another: their gifts no pure fruition, but a thorn, the prick filed sharp against a hint of scorn... Reading while waiting for the iron to heat, writing, My Life had stood--a Loaded Gun-- in that Amherst pantry while the jellies boil and scum, or, more often, iron-eyed and beaked and purposed as a bird, dusting everything on the whatnot every day of life.

5 Dulce ridens, dulce loquens, she shaves her legs until they gleam like petrified mammoth-tusk. 6 When to her lute Corinna sings neither words nor music are her own; only the long hair dipping over her cheek, only the song of silk against her knees and these adjusted in reflections of an eye. Poised, trembling and unsatisfied, before an unlocked door, that cage of cages, tell us, you bird, you tragical machine-- is this fertillisante douleur? Pinned down by love, for you the only natural action, are you edged more keen to prise the secrets of the vault? has Nature shown her household books to you, daughter-in-law, that her sons never saw?

7 "To have in this uncertain world some stay which cannot be undermined, is of the utmost consequence." Thus wrote a woman, partly brave and partly good, who fought with what she partly understood. Few men about her would or could do more, hence she was labeled harpy, shrew and whore. 8 "You all die at fifteen," said Diderot, and turn part legend, part convention. Still, eyes inaccurately dream behind closed windows blankening with steam. Deliciously, all that we might have been, all that we were--fire, tears, wit, taste, martyred ambition-- stirs like the memory of refused adultery the drained and flagging bosom of our middle years. 9 Not that it is done well, but that it is done at all? Yes, think of the odds! or shrug them off forever. This luxury of the precocious child, Time's precious chronic invalid,-- would we, darlings, resign it if we could? Our blight has been our sinecure: mere talent was enough for us-- glitter in fragments and rough drafts. Sigh no more, ladies. Time is male and in his cups drinks to the fair. Bemused by gallantry, we hear our mediocrities over-praised, indolence read as abnegation, slattern thought styled intuition, every lapse forgiven, our crime only to cast too bold a shadow or smash the mold straight off. For that, solitary confinement, tear gas, attrition shelling. Few applicants for that honor. 10 Well, she's long about her coming, who must be more merciless to herself than history. Her mind full to the wind, I see her plunge breasted and glancing through the currents, taking the light upon her at least as beautiful as any boy or helicopter, poised, still coming, her fine blades making the air wince but her cargo no promise then: delivered palpable ours.

#poetry #poemsociety #poemblr #poems and poetry #poem #adrienne rich #snapshots of a daughter-in-law #santa cruz #yale series of younger poets award #national medal of arts #national endowment for the arts

[binsofchaos]

In the spirit of keeping the beauty brought into the world by those we loved...

Rosa’s Mud Cake

Rosa Ewing Goldman, the mother of my dearest friend from childhood, passed away last week. I’ve written about her a lot over the years because Rosa was the first great cook I ever knew. She was the first person I ever knew who took pride in ambitious home-cooked food, making special trips to the Bronx’s Arthur Avenue from our sleepy suburb to get just the right bread or homemade pastas and mozzarella. She had a large well-worn wooden recipe box on her kitchen counter that was overstuffed with yellowed handwritten recipe cards and clippings from The New York Times. And I was the lucky beneficiary of so many of those recipes: Her creamy spaghetti with prosciutto and peas, her Shepherd’s pie which was always a leftovers score, a lentil salad made with tarragon vinegar, a garlic and gruyere dip that she always served in a little glass jar. Loyal readers, though, most likely know her as Rosa behind Rosa’s Mud Cake, a recipe she used to make for Jeni’s birthday (her daughter, my friend) and a dessert that I make for almost every celebratory occasion, toasting Rosa always with my first forkful. It was the first recipe I knew I wanted to include in How to Celebrate Everything and it always makes me so happy to hear when people out there who don’t even know her are thinking of her — however peripherally — when they bake that cake. If you have an occasion that calls for a rich, chocolatey super easy treat this week (or whenever!), please do yourself a favor and bake this cake. And please think of Rosa when you do so. Thank you.

Rosa’s Mud Cake

Don’t be concerned about the cup of coffee. It gives it a deep rich color and flavor, but it does not make the cake taste like mocha. Makes one 9×13 sheet cake or two 9-inch layers.

1 1/4 cups flour 2 cups sugar 3/4 cups cocoa 2 teaspoons baking soda 1 teaspoon baking powder 2 large eggs 1 cup strong black coffee (brewed, not grinds) 1 cup buttermilk 1/2 cup canola or vegetable oil 1 tsp vanilla extract

Mix all the ingredients in a bowl, mix, and pour the batter into two 9-inch round baking pans (or a sheet pan) that have been buttered and lightly floured. (The lightly floured is important!) Bake at 350°F for 30-33 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the middle comes out clean. Let pans cool on a rack for 20 minutes, then gently run a serrated knife along the edges to loosen it. Invert each cake very carefully (it’s a delicate cake) onto a plate or another rack. Frost, if desired, though it’s just as delicious plain with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Also Very Easy Classic Chocolate Frosting (makes 1 1/4 cups) (This is not Rosa’s recipe.)

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, at room temperature 1 1/2 cups powdered sugar 2 ounces unsweetened chocolate, melted and cooled 1 tablespoon whole milk 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat together the butter and powdered sugar on medium speed until light and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes. Reduce the speed to low and beat in the chocolate, milk, and vanilla until the mixture reaches a spreadable consistency, about 1 to 2 minutes.

#jenny rosenstrach #rosa #food #friendship #mother #generosity #sharing #childhood #jeni #Rosa Ewing Goldman #loss #love #mom #doris #dede

[satellite-evans]

Kisses

Pairing : husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary : Your baby girl wants to prank his daddy by kissing you.

Word count : 1.221 words

Warnings : FLUFFFF

A/N : hey gorgeous people! I'm back with another story, hope y'all love it!!

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome. <3

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

It was noisy in the Boston home you and Chris shared. Your daughter running after dodger and making a mess in the house while you ran after her to protect her from any fall or harm that the running could cause. She was very fast for a 2.5 year old. And also very smart. She could use 180 words ( yes, you've counted them) and was already putting together three-word sentences. She was the most precious thing ever. She was basically a copy of you. Her eyes were just as dark and romantic and her hair was just as dark brown as yours. Only her nose was just like her daddy’s.

Gosh she loved Chris. Ever since she was born the two of them were inseparable. She would sleep better if it she slept with Chris. She would eat better if Chris was the one who fed her. And shocker, her first word was 'dada'. They loved doing everything together.

So every time Chris left her for shooting, she was mad. She starts yelling at her father and crying and begging him not to go. It broke Chris' heart every time , but he had no choice. Your daughter Aria and you always stayed at home patiently waiting for him to come to you guys. And he always did with a present for his favorite girls.

That's why Aria was so energetic today. When she heard that Chris was coming home, she started jumping on the bed like a little monkey where you caught her when she almost fell. Then she started running downstairs to get ready where she almost tripped. She found dodger laying there and decided to wake the dog up and ran after it.

That's how you found yourself in this situation, running after a 2.5 year old that was running after a dog.

"Aria Evans, can you please stop chasing dodger!" She just kept laughing and screaming until you caught her and put her on your hip.

"What's up with you young lady, where is all this energy coming from? It's not even noon yet and mama is already tired." You asked her while putting her hair out of her face. She just kept smiling and hugged you with her little hands.

" Dada come today! Moma me excited!" Your heart melted instantly when she said that. She was so in love in Chris.

"I know baby, I'm excited too. But you have to calm down mamas, you have to keep your energy for dada so you can play together okay?"

She just nodded her head. "Otay mama."

"Come now, it's time for breakfast." You walked to the kitchen to get her food ready. Chris and you were very strict on her diet and tried to give her as much as healthy food as you could. Her breakfast looked like this :

½ cup nonfat or low- fat milk.

½ cup iron- fortified cereal or 1 egg.

1⁄3 cup fruit

½ slice whole wheat toast.

½ teaspoon margarine or butter or 1 teaspoon jelly.

And she ate everything like the good girl she was. After breakfast, you cleaned the kitchen and brushed Aria’s hair. She picked her own outfit for the day and her shoes.

"Look mama! I am beautiful!"

Your heart swelled with love when you saw that your babygirl was a big girl now. She was confident and loved giving herself compliments.

"Yes you are honey, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen!"

Just when the two of you were about to sit on the couch the door opened, revealing your husband. Dodger ran towards him and attacked him with licks and kisses.

"Hey bubba, yeah buddy I missed you too. Did you take care of our girls? Yeah you did, good boy." You also stood up, finally seeing your husband after 3 months and hugged him tightly.

"Hey baby, welcome home."

He started giving you kisses everywhere on your face and you did the same.

"God honey, I missed you so much." He said while smelling you scent. It felt so good holding him again.

"Where is Aria? I missed her like crazy.”

That was a good question. She normally runs to Chris every time he came home. When you looked back, you saw that she was still sitting on the couch watching tv, shocking Chris and you.

"Aria look Dada's home! Aren't you happy?" The too of you walked towards the couch and sat in front of her. She was still watching the TV not caring a thing in the world.

"Hey jellybean, look I'm home. Dada is home. Didn't you miss me?" You could sense that Chris was nervous, probably thinking that she forgot about him.

"Aria dada is home, remember you were so excited and even picked out your outfit for him, what's wrong baby?"

She looked at you when she heard your voice and gave your lips a big kiss.

"MUAH, mama. I love you." When you turned to look at Chris his mouth was open and looked very shocked at your daughter. You were very confused. Why was she acting like this?

"I knew it, she forgot about me. Dammnit! My own daughter forgot about me." You quickly calmed him by putting your hand on his chest.

"Calm down Chris. She didn't forget you, she was crazy in the morning when she heard that you were coming. Maybe she is in shock or something."

When you turned back to your daugher, she gave you another kiss on the lips, this time a little longer.

"MUUUAH, I love you mama. Mama is mine." Was she jealous of you and Chris? Or did she genuinely forgot about him? You couldn't really tell.

She kept giving you kisses until Chris had enough of the picture in front him. He stood up and was about to leave, until he heard Aria’s voice.

"Surpise Daddy! I joke youuu!" She ran to her father and Chris catched her and hugged tightly.

"Omg Aria you pranked Daddy! Dada was very scared that you forgot about him!" You saw the relief in Chris' face when he started giving Aria kisses just like what he did to you a couple of minutes ago. She started laughing and it was the best sound ever.

"I remember you. Always. I love you dada." Chris' and yours heart melted and you saw a teardrop falling from his eye.

"I love you so much Jellybean, you don't even know. You got dada good, I'm gonna tell your Uncle Scott about this. Looks like there is a new prankster in the Evans family."

You walked to them and Chris embraced you too. The three of you stood there in the living room. Not talking, only hugging one another.

" I love you Girls."

"And we love you daddy. Come, you're probably hungry. I can make you something."

Chris stopped you from leaving by hugging you even tighter.

"Nah, eating can wait. I want to hold my girls a little longer."

You just nodded and looked at Aria. You give her a kiss on her lips and then a kiss on Chris' lips.

You loved your family so much. It was full of love, hugs and of course kisses.

#cevans #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #fluff #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #husband!chris evans x wife!reader #dad! chris evans #chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #hande ercel #hande erçel #hande ercel fc #dad!chris evans x reader #husband!chris evans x reader

[itsc]

hey everyone great news about teaspoon. she’s a weirdo. she scratches this ribbon wand into her food bowl when she’s done eating for the moment. Every Time!!! She likes to roll around in the clean litter. and she likes to be in the sink.

i just had to contort around her to brush my teeth and she yelled at me when i stopped her from stepping in the toothpaste. so wish us luck!!! 🥰 we love her.

#my daughter teaspoon who i love most

[n0b0dy11]

Baby ~GeorgeNotFound

GeorgeNotFound x Fem!Reader

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"Do you love your daddy?"

"Bjan"

"Take that as a 'mommy is better'"

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"Y/n L/n, you are the most important person in my life. I have had the honor of calling you my girlfriend for two years. But every time you had to write your name, and I watched you write it with such ease, I was sure I wanted you to be able to write your name as Y/n Davidson.

So, I wanted to ask you if I could make that happen, to make you Y/n Davidson, and call you my wife.

Will you marry me?"

Y/n has had, a few rough paths she had been on, but their was always this one place she felt safe. The arms of her boyfriend. She had never thought about spending her life any other way, saying yes to hi had been the best decision of her life. She had worn a beautiful white dress, with an elegant bouquet of flowers. Her father had giving George her hand, he had never imagined it to brake his heart more, not that he didn't trust George, or he didn't trust his daughter, she just grew up so fast.

When he saw her walking down, towards him, he cried, and he tried to hold as many of them in but she just looked so good. Her hair half pinned up and half staying lose.

"I will stand by your side, when your job gets hard, or you want to drop out. Just as in college when you were talking about dropping out and becoming a stripper, I'll support you but be sure to scare every scary person away from my wife. -God I love calling you that-. I will make you tea with one teaspoon of sugar and one drop of honey. I'll be there."

"I will be there, when you scream at your friends to shut up, when you stream late at night, when you go to bed in the morning and sleep till afternoon. I will support it when you stop, but I'll support you even more when your stupid videos are what you want to do."

It was an awsome night, filled with dancing, drinking and teasing. But the greatest surprise was when two boys walked in on the openings dance. A tall dirty blonde boy with emerald eyes, along a shorter boy with brown hair and eyes.

George didn't believe when his best friends walked in on his wedding, he had told them all about it. He had let them meet Y/n but never in real life.

"How are they here?"

"I invited them."

"Y-You did?"

"Of course. You deserve your best friends here just as much as me."

"God I love you."

"I really hope so otherwise you married the wrong person."

"Oh shut it."

"Make m-"

"GO, George!"

"Seriously Nick!"

It had been a year since they were married, George was still being stupid with his friends, but their was a surprise waiting for him when he got home. Walking inside, he was searching for his wife, wanting to tell her about the fun things he did with Clay in his new video.

"Y/n?

Love?

Darling?! Where are you?!"

He walked upstairs to hear sniffling, when he found his wife in the bathroom, teary eyed, but smiling, he as confused to say the least.

"Y/n?"

"Yes?"

"W-what's wrong? You're crying a-and smiling, what is going on?

"George, I'm not alone."

"What?!"

"I'm pregnant."

"I-You, what?"

"You're going to be a dad."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

After a long waiting process, Y/n gave birth to a beautiful boy. Mason.

Mason Davidson, with the eyes of his mother and the hair of his father.

George was already planning on teaching him everything of minecraft along with Clay and Nick, who were arguing who would be the coolest uncle. They didn't even know who the godfather would be yet.

It was Clay, Y/n and George had decided he should be the godfather, Nick even messaged them about it, saying Clay was better with kids and he would gladly settle for the 'cool uncle' title.

Now four years later, George was streaming, with Clay, Nick, Niki, Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo. Y/n was coming home from her work while picking up Mason. He was now in kindergarten and he loved it, he talked about his friends all the time.

"Are we home yet mommy?"

"Almost, you're very eager to go home, that's a first."

"Today wasn't fun."

Y/n looked at her son in a bit of worry, he had never complained about school before, he loved playing in his classroom with all the toys his teacher had, he loved drawing and of course his friends. He would always tell marvelous stories about his day, seeing him grumpy about it was slightly concerning even.

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Hubby

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Our son is upset about school, it's scaring me D:

Really, He never has been upset before!

I know that! That's why it's concerning!

I am streaming but if you'd like he can come play with me and the boys? He really seems to like both his uncles. Then you can have a bit rest ;)

Thank you love, but you sure you want your stream to know?

I'm not ashamed of my wife or my son, they can know. And if I get hate they aren't real fans anyway, or if it goes to far, I'll even quit.

Oh no, you used a period '.' You're being serious that's a first :D

But I would love that thank you, xx

Now I'm gonna drive him home, see you soon!

"Ready mom?"

"Of course sweets, you want to play with Clay, Nick and dad? When we get home?"

"Yess!"

"But daddy will be streaming okay? If you want I can ask to put the face cam off if it makes you uncomfy, alright?"

"Thanks mommy," Mason giggled, he was very exited.

Back with George

"I uhm, am going to have a surprise guest on the show, today."

"WHO?" Tommy shouted ready for some content.

"Mason."

"Really?" Clay had asked just to be sure, he and Nick were still the only ones who knew about him, and he wanted George to be sure before he revealed he had a son, maybe Tommy would try to make a video, "I talked to GeorgeNotFound's son!".

"Yeah," he was a bit hesitant but, his son needed a cheering up, and he would always put his son and wife first.

"Why does it sound like Dream knows who you're talking about?"

"Because he does."

"Sapnap! Do you know too?!"

"Ofc"

"WHA-"

"George? Are you here?"

"IS THAT A WOMAN GOGGY?"

"Yes, it's a woman Tommy, now shut up. I'M IN THE GAMING ROOM!"

"Okay," the soft voice of Y/n sounded, not a minute later she knocked on the door followed after soft but aggressive knocks, which caused Y/n to softly laugh.

"C'mon in."

Y/n opened the door just enough for their son to get through, before he was already inside and jumping in front of his father.

"How you doing buddy?"

"School was boring today."

"Mason!"

"Uncle Nick! And Uncle Clay!"

"How you doing, godson of mine?"

"Don't sound so formal dream."

"LET ME HAVE A MOMENT WITH MY GODSON!"

"Godson? Uncle?"

George sighed a bit, the others in the call were now very confused, which was understandible.

"Everybody, meet Mason, my son."

"SON?!"

"Son."

"WHAT THE FUCK GEORGE!"

Mason's eyes widened when he heard the loud voice of Tommy scream such a word, he turned to look at his father who had equally as wide eyes. Before he turned to his mother who was still standing in the door frame smiling softly at how George had made Mason smile again. And her smile only widened at the smile her husband wore too.

"Mommy! Mommy! This boy said a bad word, he said a bad word!" said mason pointing his little finger at the screen were he could now see a few people on, "Are these your friends papa?"

"Mhm," George hummed softly.

"Do you say bad words too? And uncle Clay and Nick, do you s-s-s what is the word?"

"Swear, sweety. If someone says a bad word they are swearing."

"Thank mummy, do you swear?"

before could even say a word Tommy beat him to it. "Ofcourse he does, he uses fuck an dshit all the time!"

"Tommy don't swear in front of a child!"

"But Wilbur!"

"Who's the mom? If we may ask?"

George looked at the door, mentioning for his lovely wife to come closer. She shook her head at first before sighing and walking up to the two people she loved most. But when she wanted to walk out of view George pulled her down on his lap.

"Say hi, to Y/n My lovely wife."

"Omg, your wife is pretty."

"Thank you, uhm, Niki! I love your hair, what product did you use?"

"Oh-"

"hey don't steal my wife!!"

"To late, hubby. I'm Niki's wife now. And besides Clay stole you from me earlier!"

The hole call erupted in laughter, seeing as George's wife was very up to date with everything on the smp just as the ship between dream end him.

"I love you more, you know that."

"Do I?"

"Mhm."

George smiled up at her before connecting their lips. It was soft, as their son was sitting on a chair besides them, he was streaming and his friends were on a call.

"No! NO! No kissing!!!" Mason yelled sitting in Y/n's lap so she would pay attention to him.

Y/n smiled and kissed his head, which made the boy smile again.

"My own son is stealing my wife, I am betrayed!"

"Go, Mason!"

"Never expected that from you Tubbo, I feel even more betrayed."

"Can I make a video, 'I talked to GeorgeNotFound's son and wife'?"

"No, Tommy. My family, not your content."

"I like tommy, we are both children."

"GO MASON!!!"

#georgenotfound #gnf #baby #dsmp #dream #dwt #sapnap #mcyt #x reader #george x reader

[livingonfanficseyra]

The Tea Party

Anthony Bridgerton sat in the nursery with his 4 year old daughter, sipping tea.

Charlotte Bridgerton had her dad wrapped around her finger from the moment she was born. Now, Anthony was not someone who was inexperienced in raising young girls (take Hyacinth, for example), but when it came to Charlie, he was a completely different person. It might have something to do with the fact that little Charlie was a carbon copy of her mom, Kate Bridgerton. Everyone knew that the Anthony was heads over heels in love with his wife, and saying that he worshipped the ground his wife walked on, wouldn't have been an exaggeration.

So, when his daughter looked up at him, with those brown eyes, holding her teddy bear in one hand and asked

"Daddy, can you join us for tea?"

He could not say no. Even if he had a meeting with the Queen, herself, he would have abandoned it to attend his daughter's tea party.

"It would be my pleasure, princess!" He replied smiling at her.

Charlotte gave him a toothy grin, took his hand and dragged him into her room. There was a small table, holding a teapot and tiny teacups. Around the table, she had placed her favorite dolls and teddy bear, while Newton lied on the bed, looking disinterested.

"You can sit here, Daddy." She said showing him a couple of cushions placed on the blanket, on the floor. Charlie sat down opposite to Anthony, placing the teddy bear next to her.

She started pouring down 'tea' into a cup from a little teapot for Anthony, concentrating hard.

"That looks great. I'm feeling thirsty now!"

She grinned at him, feeling delighted, and handed over the tiny teacup to Anthony.

Anthony was struggling to hold the tiny teacup and ended up using his pinkie. After pouring tea in all the teacups, she raised her tea cup and delicately sipped the tea. Anthony was sipping carefully, taking a tiny sip from the cup, trying hard not to drink the entire thing all at once.

Charlie's eye were trained on Anthony, noting his reaction. "Do you like the tea, Daddy?"

"It's the best tea, I've ever had, princess. Simply perfect!" Anthony replied and Charlotte beamed at him. To be honest, it was water, but there was some flavor which Anthony couldn't identify, a bit weird if you think about it. But he didn't want to upset his precious, little daughter, so he kept his mouth shut.

"Thank you, Daddy. I'm glad you like it. Newton doesn't like it, I gave him some and he refused to drink it." Charlotte huffed.

Newton hearing his name, looked up from the sofa, he was lying on. Anthony held back a chuckle at her expression.

"It's a special tea, there is a secret ingredient!" Charlotte continued.

Anthony raised his eyebrows at that, what was she talking about? This didn't seem like one of her usual, made up tale and the tea actually tasted a bit funny.

"Oh, really? What's it, sweetheart?" Anthony asked, trying to keep his voice even.

"Can you keep a secret?" Charlotte whispered.

"Of course, darling!"

"Promise?" She asked, holding out her pinkie.

"Promise!" he replied, clutching her pinkie. He was wary, but curiosity got better of him.

"I added mom's red powder.....a teaspoon of it. Powder makes you look beautiful. Isn't that wonderful?"

Anthony opened his mouth in horror. His daughter had put Kate's blush in the water and they were drinking it. How did she get it? God! How was he gonna explain to Kate that his 4 year old daughter took her make up product and decided to use it as a flavoring agent? But he cannot break the promise made to Charlie! His daughter or his wife, who was he scared of upsetting the most?

Yep. He was in so much trouble!

#bridgerton fic #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony x kate #bridgerton #the viscount who loved me #kate sheffield #charlotteandanthony #charlotte bridgerton #kate x anthony #kathony #dadthony #eyra drabbles

[wiypt-writes]

Leave No One Behind

Chapter 16: Endings Beginnings

Co written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: Ari and Hannah settle into life back home, but it isn’t all as smooth as they’d have hoped…

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairings:  Ari Levinson x OFC Hannah Horowitz

Word Count- 4.5k

A/N: It was recently brought to our attention that in a few other chapters there have been a couple of things that Ari has said/done that are not technically accurate for someone of Jewish heritage. First up, it was reference to Ari observing a ‘Sunday Roast’ when he visited Mama Navon. We just wanted to remind people that Hannah is of Catholic Christian and Jewish heritage (Spanish Catholic Mother, American Jewish Father) and her and Sammy’s upbringing has always been a combination of the two. So, when Ari visited Mama Navon when he was home from Sudan, clearly this was her tradition he was observing. Secondly, in another chapter Ari was praying to the ‘God and the Saints’. Of course, Judaism does not have saints, so there’s a slip up on our part with that one. As with the third point, when we described Ari rushing Sarah to the alter. He would have rushed her to the hoopa.

Regarding all of the above, we would hasten to add, that Ari grew up in the USA, leaving when he was 18. From what little we learn of him in the film, we know was taken by a British Soldier, who married an American Nurse. From the way he talks about it, we don’t get the impression his ‘adoptive’ parents were Jewish, so that alludes us to suspect he had a largely Christian upbringing, whilst clearly  being aware of his heritage. Therefore, we don’t think it is beyond the realms of possibility that he would pick up the odd little thing such as the above three points.  

That aside, we hope the above didn’t distract anyone else from the narrative as it did the reader who brought it to our attention.

Now, just a personal plea from myself in general. Myself and Storm do this for free, and not being a person who pays much attention to religion at all (that’s another debate in itself) it is for this reason I was VERY nervous about continuing this storyline beyond the plot of the film. We certainly don’t have the time, nor brain capacity to be researching things into any kind of huge depth. It’s why most of my story lines centre along similar types of things that I have a good background in. This fic was never supposed to focus on the ins and outs of a particular race of people, just the lives of two dumbasses in love. As all writers on here, we do this for free, and the moment it becomes hard work or unenjoyable, we won’t be continuing. So any other little slip ups, please, unless they’re offensive, give us a little leeway and put it down to Ari being exceptionally Westernised as pointed out above.

Sorry if this comes across as being a little harsh, but this has been playing on my mind a lot over the past few days, to the point I was seriously considering if we ended the fic where it currently stood. That said, I think we have a lot left to tell of Hannah and Ari’s story so, I’ll shut up now and let you read it…if you want that is.

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Part 15

“You haven’t forgotten tomorrow?” Hannah heard her mother ask, as the woman stood up from the table while holding the teacup and saucer to place them in the sink. “You do remember you have to pick Sammy up from the airport tomorrow afternoon, right?”

 Hannah rolled her eyes at her mother’s back. “No, I haven’t forgotten,” she sighed as she played with the crumbles of the pastry she had been nibbling on, “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything else going on, is it? Seeing as Ari is with Maya and according to Sarah’s stupid rules I can’t be there with them…”

 At that, Maria Navon turned, giving her daughter a sympathetic look and Hannah snorted in anger.

 It had been four months since they arrived back in Tel Aviv, and Hannah had to concede that for the first few weeks it was fine. She and Ari settled nicely in the apartment Mossad rented in Ari’s name once all the paperwork following the end of the mission had been sorted. Ari had asked Isaacs for an upgrade of his living quarters, given he was now having Maya over to stay every other weekend, plus numerous nights of the week. Not to mention the fact Hannah was moving with him. When Isaacs had asked Ari to put a justification forward, he had simply shrugged, “I fucking earned it, Isaacs.”

 So he got it. Just like he usually got what he wanted, one way or another.

 Hannah was back working at the clinic. Her hands and the experience she had acquired while in Africa were needed more than ever now that it was only her mother and her to run it, although how long it was before her mom decided to retire fully was anyone’s guess. It had been a couple of busy months, what with interviewing for new nurses and locum staff, but Hannah would be lying if she denied having enjoyed every minute of it. She might have Mossad secret agent skills, obviously passed down by her father, but she was a doctor at heart. And that hadn’t changed in the two years she had been away.

 The team had split up within a month of arrival back in Tel Aviv.  Ari and Max had been working to help the refugees. Many of them had simply melted away post their arrival, still not trusting the mysterious white men who had come to their aid. However, some had stuck round; being housed temporarily in hostels, and was those who Ari and Max were tirelessly working for. They focussed their efforts on obtaining them permanent, legal status along with finding them better places to live and jobs of sorts to help them fit in their new reality. 

 Jake had headed back overseas to continue work as a diving instructor, this time in Jamaica, whilst Sammy had been in the States with Rachel for almost two and a half months now, and was, as Maria just reminded Hannah, due back the following day. Hannah suspected, however, not for long, fully expecting him to move there permanently to be with Rachel.

“Sammy is lucky, you know? He has none of this shit with Rachel’s ex.” Hannah grumbled, “Sarah is just being a pain in the ass. And I know for a fact it’s because we told her we got engaged. She was fine with me being there when Maya was until that point.” Hannah finished her rant as she placed her teacup and saucer on her mother’s extended hand. 

“You can’t be sure about that, sweetheart. Maybe there’s something else."

“No, she’s being a bitch.” Hannah quickly stopped her mother’s attempts at justifying Sarah’s behaviour. “She seems perfectly fine with us having dinner during the week and going out and stuff but won’t let Maya stay when I’m there on a weekend, basically just preventing us from spending those days together, for no reason other than she’s bitter.”

Maria Navon sighed. She knew where her daughter was coming from but, being the gentle and caring woman she was, she couldn’t help but try to put herself in the other woman’s shoes. She saw Hannah bite her lip and twirl her engagement ring round her finger, a rounded blue sapphire as deep as the ocean set against a halo of smaller white diamonds on a white gold band, before she spoke again.

 “I wouldn’t mind mama but they’ve been legally separated for years! The terms of their divorce are basically already been agreed. All they need to do is sign the damned papers but recently, well, Ari seems afraid to even raise the issue in case Sarah starts making it all awkward again and stops him seeing Munch.”

“Hey, sweetheart. Listen to me.” Hannah’s mother caught her attention as she pulled out a chair to sit next to her. “Everything is going to be ok, she’ll sign eventually. She knows there isn’t anything she can do about it, she’s just grieving.”

 Hannah’s brow creased at her mother’s choice of words. “Grieving for what? She left him, years ago!”

“She left him because she couldn’t cope with his lifestyle anymore, and he wasn’t winning any awards for being husband of the year, Han. That doesn’t mean she didn’t love him,” Maria woman spoke softly as if to appease her daughter’s raging tone.

“So, basically, I’m just stuck here waiting until she gets her head out of her ass?” 

“Have a little patience, honey. You two have waited over a decade, one way or another, to be together. You sure can wait a few weeks more.” Maria smiled as she reached out for Hannah’s hands who were fiddling with a teaspoon. 

“That’s the thing, Mama.” Hannah sighed as she looked up to meet her mom’s eyes. “I don’t think it’s just going to be weeks.”

“You don’t?” The woman frowned. “Well maybe she’s more stubborn than I thought.”

Hannah shook her head and then noticed her mother’s features had suddenly softened into a smile and she was looking straight over her shoulder. Hannah turned to see Ethan walking into the kitchen in his signature crisp work suit.

“Hi Ethan,” Hannah smiled at him and then looked up at the clock over the fridge before standing up and shrugging. “I should go. Spend the night with my fiancée before I’m banished back to my childhood home for the weekend like a love sick teenager.”

As she left the kitchen dramatically, she heard Ethan ask Maria. “That bad?”

“She’s pissed off,” Hannah heard her mom whisper back, “can’t say I blame her but she needs to make an attempt to see this from the other side, so to speak.”

With an angry growl, Hannah slammed the door and set off walking back to their apartment, in even more of  bad mood than she’d been in when she arrived at her mother’s. 

 Why was anyone treating her like she was the spoiled brat?

****

Ari was getting ready for Hannah’s arrival. He had been cooking, or sort of, making an attempt at dinner for a while and was now setting the table for two. He wanted to make tonight special as he knew this week was going to be the third weekend out of six that he and Hannah would be apart thanks to Sarah and her fucking rules. 

He was finding it hard himself. He’d gotten used to sleeping besides his Firefly since they had got together in Sudan, especially at night. But he knew Hannah was finding it harder. He was sacrificing their time together so that he could spend his allotted weekends with his daughter, which lessened the blow a little, but Hannah was basically being banned from living her life as it was for two days every two weeks, and that make his heart ache. 

And the worst bit about it all, was that he had seen it coming a mile off, and had been powerless to prevent it.

It was a bright Friday morning when they told Maya about their engagement. The previous evening Ari had proposed to Hannah for a second time after buying her a lavish ring. Thus, they had decided to take Maya for a walk and ice cream to break the news to her.  The little girl had been over the moon with the idea of her dad and Hannah getting married, which hadn’t surprised Ari seeing as his daughter had been all over his fiancé ever since they had met at Mossad headquarters the morning they had arrived home.

Now, as he approached Sarah’s apartment to take Maya back, he was about to tell his ex-wife and he was not particularly looking forward to it. But, he was being cautiously optimistic. Sarah had, after all, been amendable since they’d gotten home and seemed okay with Hannah being a part of Maya’s life.

Still, he felt his stomach churn as Maya walked up the apartment they had all shared once upon a time, and rang the doorbell.  No sooner had Sarah opened the door, Maya bounced in blurting the news out without hesitation.

 “Mom, guess what? Dad and Han are getting married! He asked her yesterday and she said yes!”

Ari groaned internally to himself, “Sarah, I didn’t ask her last night,” he smiled bashfully as he explained himself, “and I certainly didn’t do it in front of Maya.”

Sarah shook her head and brushed it off.  “Don’t worry, Ari and … erm, congratulations, I guess.”

“Erm… thanks.” Ari blinked. “I just thought you should hear it from me first… even if you technically did hear it from Munch.”

Despite the civil exchange, Ari could tell that Sarah was hating she didn’t have time nor the privacy to digest the news, and that wasn’t what he’d planned at all. He’d wanted to tell her, quickly, and leave, but Maya had put paid to his plans. Ari could feel coldness of his estranged wife’s stare, along with the tell-tale faint twitch of her nose and upper lip. He knew Sarah well and he, also knew how she deep down felt about him and Hannah. 

“She seemed cool about it but I know her, Han. Too cool for Sarah.” Ari told Hannah that night over dinner. “I can’t help feeling this is going to be bad…”

For once, Ari wished to God he’d been proven wrong. But, Sarah ended up doing what he feared, reverting back to being petty and petulant. She called him the next day to announce from that moment on, when Maya stayed with him, be it during the week or on her agreed weekends, Hannah wasn’t to be there overnight because, as Sarah had put it, it wasn’t appropriate for Maya to be around when they were… well, “up to stuff.

Hannah went ballistic, telling Ari his estranged wife was being ridiculous and she could go to hell, but Ari knew Sarah well enough to know she needed to get this out of her system. He tried his best to explain to Hannah that until she did, there was nothing he could do but roll with it, certainly for the time being. Making Sarah angry would not only risk her going back on terms of the divorce they’d set out in their separation degree, but also, he feared, make her get pissy about him seeing Maya. And that simply wasn’t something he was prepared to risk. He’d already missed too much of Maya over the years, admittedly through his own fault, but he didn’t want to miss a single second more than he had to.

Just as Ari was turning down the heat under their dinner, Simon’s ears pricked up and a second later Hannah’s key was heard in the door. Air smiled at the dog, who let out an excited whine, and leaned to give him a scratch behind his ears.

“Mama’s home, buddy.”

The pooch looked up at his master almost like he was pondering his words and Ari scoffed. 

Yeah, home. Bar the weekends when she’s banished to her mother's…

 Simon trotted off and soon after Ari heard Hannah greeting him. A moment later she walked into the living area and gave him a tired, but genuine smile. 

“Hey Lobo.”

 Ari beamed at his fiancé as he walked to meet her and without warning, he grabbed her face with both hands and stamped his lips on her plump ones, kissing the hell out of her. Hannah moaned in surprise but melted into his hold, her hands instantly reaching for Ari’s bearded cheeks.

“Hey Firefly.” He whispered when he broke the kiss.

She smiled at him as her hands travelled upwards and tangled in his hair. “Something smells good.”

“Thanks, I just showered.” Ari drawled, a cheeky smile on his face.

“I meant the food, you ass.” Hannah laughed as one of her hands slapped Ari shoulder, but his grin never faded.

“I’m a whole meal, honey.” He continued, playfully. Hannah rolled her eyes and stepped back. “But yeah, I’ve been cooking or rather mixing things in pots and pans.”

“Hmmm should I be worried?” She shrugged off the light jacket she was wearing to shield her from the summer showers.

“Well, Simon tasted everything and he’s still breathing.”

“Simon used to eat jellyfish, Ari. That’s not a bar to measure your cooking with.”

“Hey, I tried, okay? Give me some credit. I’ve never cooked for a woman before.” He grabbed her hips and pressed her to his body, one of his big hands splaying over her back.

At that Hannah smiled at him lovingly. He was right. She suspected he had never cooked for Sarah and he certainly hadn’t cooked for her, not once. Never in the brief amount of time they had been secretly dating, and at the resort it had been Chef Aziz's job to cook for everyone.

“I’m honoured, and I’m sure it’ll be great. Give me five to go wash up okay?”

“Sure, babe. I’ll plate the food and open the wine.” He winked at her and Hannah stood on her toes and gave him another quick peck before she headed into the bedroom, Simon following her.

True to his word Ari had done a pretty good job and thirty minutes later they were both sat at the table after having enjoyed a dammed passable and tasty attempt at a beef stroganoff on Ari’s part that left Hannah pleasantly surprised. 

She sighed with satisfaction as she left her fork on her plate and when she looked up she noticed Ari was looking at her intently, his eyes shining under those long eyelashes.

“You trying to seduce me before my carriage turns into a pumpkin tomorrow, Levinson?” Hannah asked before bringing her glass of wine to her lips.

“Hannah...” he sighed.

“What?”

“Please don’t, sweetheart. I don’t want to argue.” 

It was her turn to sigh, heavily. Ari’s words were more of a plea than a warning to her, but she couldn’t help the way she was feeling. Granted, she wasn’t quite as pissed as when she had left her mother’s house, but she still had a sour feeling which was nagging at her. 

“I don’t want to either, Ari. I just don’t like the prospect of spending my weekend away from you. Again.”

“And you think I do?” He asked, reaching for her hand over the table. “Honey, this won’t be forever. Sarah just needs to get her stupid tantrum out of her system.”

“Yeah, I know and I don’t want you having trouble with Maya because of me, I wouldn’t keep you from Munch, ever. But you’re my fiancé and I just...” she trailed off, shrugging, “I don’t want us to be apart.”

Ari licked his lips and pondered for a moment as he looked at their entwined hands. “Okay, I’ll talk to her when I pick Maya up tomorrow.” He nodded with determination when he looked up at her. “See if I can reason with her and...”

“Don’t Ari. You’ll only set her off.” Hannah rapidly cut him off.

Ari groaned and let go of her hand, his look and voice growing harder. “Well then, what do you want me to do? You literally just said-“

“I know, but I don’t want you to poke the bear! I just want this fucking ridiculous situation to be over.” Hannah shook her head. She knew she was riling Air up, but she was sick of everyone trying to get her to accept the situation they were in without so much as a word of complaint. “I’m not blaming you, it’s just…forget it, can we just pretend we are a normal couple who are having a normal evening dinner?”

“We are a normal couple. Well, as normal as most anyway.” Ari took her hand again, his features softening. “Look, I’m sorry. I really am. I just don’t know what I can do.”

“Love me.” Hannah stated after a while.

Now that puzzled Ari. Was that a request or was she doubting him. She couldn’t be doubting him, right? With concern written all over his face he pushed his chair back to stand up and hurriedly crouched beside Hannah, his hands grabbing her thighs firmly as his eyes searched for something in hers. 

“Firefly, I do love you. You know this… I mean, at least, I hope you do.”

“I do.” She nodded as she looked down to him. “Just don’t stop loving me, no matter what crazy ideas Sarah comes up with.” 

“Hannah, that’s not gonna happen.” He assured her after swallowing hard. “I promise you. Nothing she says or does is gonna change the way I feel about you.” 

****

Ari meant what he said and took it upon himself to make sure his Firefly was left with no doubt as to his feelings for her all through the night. And then again he made sure she hadn’t forgotten the following morning too before she left to pick Sammy up from the airport.

Ari collected Maya, as arranged, from the summer holiday camp run by her school and then, throwing caution to the wind, took her to Maria’s to see not only Hannah, but Sammy and the family. Hannah was surprised, but pleased to see them both and hugged Maya tight as the girl threw herself at her, chatting away about her day. They ate a lovely dinner, courtesy of Maria, and later, retired to the shared garden in the warm, July air. 

As Maya sat with Sammy, who was telling her stories about the states and Rachel’s kids, Ari found himself watching Hannah. She was sat with her mom and Ethan, the three of them sipping wine as the dusk drew in. It wasn’t long before the first little twinkles around the tree flashed through the darkness, signalling the fireflies had come out to play. 

Ari’s mind quickly travelled back to when he first met Hannah, how those little bugs had been present in the garden, earning her the nickname. His nickname for her, which had stuck and become a term of his love for her, symbolised by the pendant round her neck. It was that pendant, or more specifically how he had given her that pendant, which had fixed the idea on how to present her with the sparkling sapphire and diamond ring on her finger…

It was a Thursday morning, and Hannah walked into the bedroom after her morning shower. Ari looked up from where he was fastening up his short sleeved shirt and smiled as she grinned back at him. 

“You really do suit that colour, pretty sure Ethan’s secretary will approve.”

“Ethan’s secretary?” Ari continued, stopping two buttons under the collar.

“Yeah, that’s what I said Lobo.” 

“Ethan’s secretary is nearly a hundred years old, Firefly.” Ari rolled his eyes with a chuckle, his hands on his hips as Hannah frowned.

“Well who was the young, blonde girl at her desk the other day when I called in?” She picked up her hairbrush from the top of the chest of drawers that served as her vanity unit.

“Lorraine? She’s an intern, Mrs Goldman is training her.”

“She likes you. I can tell.” Hannah hummed, combing out her locks which had been piled on top of her head to prevent them getting wet.

Ari rolled his eyes as Hannah pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail. “Whatever.”

“You can whatever me all you want,” Hannah sang as she picked up a bottle of lotion and sat on the bed, “I can sense these things.”

Ari snorted, looking down at his girl as she sat on the bed applying lotion to her legs. “You getting all territorial on me?”

“Do I need to?”

“Don’t be an ass!” Ari snorted, leaning down to kiss her. 

As they moved around the room, Ari took his time, a lot longer than usual, dragging his morning routine out as long as possible. If Hannah noticed he was making a meal out of tidying his beard up, something he had taken to doing since returning to civilisation, she didn’t notice.

He was stalling for one reason, and one reason only. The surprise that was waiting for her in her underwear drawer.

After what seemed like an age, she crossed the room and pulled it open. Ari held his breath as she reached in for a pair of panties, but instead she gasped, he hand flying to her mouth.

Bingo.

When Hannah spun around, the red, velvet box in her hand, Ari was waiting on one knee, beaming up at her. “Still wanna marry me, Firefly?”

Tears brimmed in her eyes and she nodded, her voice thick with emotion, “yes, you know I do!”

“Had to ask with a ring, sweetheart.”

He watched as she opened it, her mouth dropping open once more as she stared at the ring. 

“Lobo, it’s gorgeous… I… I love it!”

As Ari rose to his feet, he sighed with relief, “good, ‘cause I had a hard time finding something worthy of my girl.”

“It reminds me of the ocean,” she smiled up at him, “and your eyes.”

“Kinda why I bought it, the ocean that is.” Ari smiled as he took the ring from the box, slipping it over her knuckle, watching as the sapphire settled at the base of her finger. “Hannah Maria Navon, I love you, baby girl.”

Hannah glanced at the ring before she beamed, her hands cupping his cheeks, “and I love you, Ari David Levinson.”

Ari smirked a little at the memory, they were totally late for work after getting a little ‘distracted’ so to speak celebrating their engagement once more, only this time in a bed and not the back of a shitty jeep in the Sudanese desert. 

“Dad?” Maya bounced into his lap, drawing a huff from him as she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs, “Are those fireflies?”

“They are Munch.” He nodded, kissing her head as she watched them zipping around. “Can you see now why I call Hannah my Firefly?”

She grinned, “yip!”

Hannah, who had been watching them, cleared her throat. “Ari, it’s getting late. Shouldn’t you two be heading back to your apartment?”

Ari looked at her pointedly. “Our apartment, sweetheart.”

Hannah was about to shoot a response back but then remembered Maya was there so she merely sighed. “Ari, look, you shouldn’t even be here now anyway. It’s not worth the argument if she finds out.”

“Why can’t we stay here, dad? I wanna stay with Han!” Maya piped up and Hannah groaned a little, shooting Ari a look.

“Because Han needs to stay with Sammy tonight, she’s not seen him for a while. You can stay some other time, okay?”

“I’m not gonna say anything to Mom if that’s what you scared of.”

At that, Ari and Hannah exchanged a look. “Why do you say that? Why would we be scared?” He asked and Maya shrugged.

“I heard Mom say some things.”

“What things, Munchkin?” Ari smoothed her long hair back and waited for her to reply.

“Well, I was upset, because at first I thought Hannah didn’t like me anymore as she always left when I stayed over. But one day last week, I heard Mom tell Grandma on the phone she had made you and Hannah spend the weekends apart because I was with you.” Maya paused and looked at Hannah, “Is that why you don’t stay with us at the apartment?”

Hannah blinked, she was stuck. She didn’t want to lie but also didn’t want to start bad mouthing Sarah in front of Maya, no matter how tempting. “Erm, it’s, well it’s complicated, sweetie. You and your dad need to spend time together. But I promise you it’s absolutely not because I don’t like you. I do, I love you very much.”

At that Maya stood up and launched herself at Hannah.  “I love you too, Han.”

Ari and Hannah could do nothing but exchange a look, which Hannah broke as she leaned down to hug Maya, tears visible in her eyes.

And it left Ari feeling even more like shit than he already did.

No, he had to fix this, even if it meant pulling Sarah up on her attitude despite Hannah asking him not to. Whilst he understood Sarah’s anger, and that she had every right to direct it at him, the fact that it was clearly having an impact on Maya was something he couldn’t let slide.

With a sigh, he stood up, instructing Maya to bid everyone good night. Before he left, he pulled Hannah into a kiss, his hands cupping her face.

“I’m gonna fix this,” he whispered against her lips, “trust me, baby.”

“I do.” She sniffed a little, her nose bumping his. “Go, go on. I’ll see you Sunday.”

As they walked the few blocks home, Maya’s hand locked in Ari’s, he was only partially listening to his daughter as she spoke. 

“Dad!” Her voice drew him from his thoughts about how exactly he was going to approach the subject with his soon to be ex-wife. He glanced down at her.

“What?”

“We’re you listening to a word I just said?”

“Honestly, no!”

“Daaaaaad!” She whined and Ari chuckled.

 “I’m sorry baby, what were you saying?”

“I was saying that I should get Hannah something for luck.”

“What do you mean?”

 “Well, Mom was talking to Auntie Louisa, and she said that Hannah was going to need plenty of luck being married to you so…”

Ari took a deep breath, anger flashing through his system, rolling his eyes. “Oh, did she?”

“Yup.” Maya nodded.

“And, do you think Hannah’s gonna need luck?”

Maya looked at him, and grinned cheekily. “Well, you are an idiot!”

“Rude!” Ari narrowed his eyes playfully, “mind you, technically, you might look more like your mom but you’re half me. Guess that makes you half an idiot, huh?”

Maya went to dig him in the ribs and with a chuckle, Ari swung her up and onto his shoulders. Her hands tangled in his hair as she giggled, before she leaned down, fingers threading into his beard.

“Han’s right, you do look like a wolf.”

Ari laughed, his hands tightening around his daughter’s ankles as her heels lightly bounced against his chest with each step he took.

#leave no one behind #ari levinson x ofc #ari levinson x original female character #Ari Levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #red sea diving resort #red sea diving resort fan fic #chris evans #chris evans characters

[pollyrepents]

love will make us

Warnings: John changes a diaper (puts on a show about it) and references sex.

Summary: making the most of the mundane with your gangster husband

Word Count: 2.5k of blatant favoritism

A/N: part two to the love language series! Quality time! i love john shelby! No real moment in time this is set, john’s still kicking. the teething moment is inspired by @hb-writes​ ‘s fic The Baby Whisperer 

Arthur | Tommy | Ada | Finn | Polly 

“Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.”

― Julio Cortázar

You listened to the baby in your arms babble to herself, her own incoherent language making her fall into a fit of giggles. You paced the floor for what felt like the hundredth time that evening and she kicked her legs, her attention turned to the stuffed bunny she had thrown to the floor.

 “Is that it? Is this what you want?” You inquired, bending down to grab the toy. She immediately pulled it to her mouth, her nose wrinkling as she bit down on the fabric as hard as a teething baby could. You brushed down her curls, cooing as she pressed her face against your chest. “I know, sweet girl.  Daddy’s going to be home soon and he’ll have the syrup that’ll make it all better.” You promised, smiling as her mumbling renewed around the soft fabric of the toy, gums rubbing against it.

 She began to whimper and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, the telltale sign of her nose scrunching up allowing you a moment to brace yourself for the noise. She began to cry again, her head thrown against your shoulder in a dramatic display of her discomfort. You sighed and started to rock in place, thankful that her siblings had evacuated the house to play with the other children in the lane. A house full of Shelby’s who could talk and walk was chaos enough, the tribulation that came along with teething would only drive complaints. Even your ever patient and curious Katie had had enough, wrinkling her nose at her little sister and shaking her head when you asked if she wanted to hold her to help her calm down.

The heavy front door swung open, thudding against the wall loudly before slamming shut. You peeked around the wall, the sight of John shrugging off his coat as he made his way toward you filling you with gratitude.

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your cheek as he passed, making his way to the kitchen. “Why’s my girl making all that noise,eh? I can hear her out on the lane.”

“You gave her those Shelby lungs. She’s using them” You rubbed her back in soothing circles, bouncing her softly. “You missed her giggling. She was laughing up a storm by herself.” You glanced up at John’s peaked cap and he swiftly removed it, tucking it into his back pocket. “I think waiting for the teeth has made her delirious. She’s gone absolutely silly.”

“Have they?” He leaned down and narrowed his eyes at the whimpering baby, his own smile threatening to break his serious demeanor. “They made you silly, did they?”

She hiccupped, hiding her warm face against your neck.

“They’ve made me delirious.” You tutted, running a fingertip lightly down her spine. “Up at the crack of dawn and she hasn’t been down for a moment since. The moment you left her bum was sitting up in that bassinet, just waiting.”

“Let me see them then, pretty. Let’s have a look at the teeth causing all this trouble.” He tipped her chin back, gently pushing her cheeks together with his index finger and thumb. The chubby legs against your stomach began to kick excitedly and she began to giggle, her nose scrunching up. John cooed and inspected her dribbling mouth, laughing at the tiny snort that left the child.

“She’s really lost it.” John agreed, fingers tickling at her neck. “No teeth and all that noise about it.”

“Linda says when she was waiting on Billy’s teeth a little bit of syrup helped her.” You rose an eyebrow, using your free hand to reach into his pocket.

“But there’s nothin’ in there yet.” He pulled the baby up under her arms, covering her cheeks in stubbly kisses. “My girl ought to be out there running with her brothers and sisters.” He bounced her on his hip and she gripped his pinstriped shirt, squealing happily. “All that noise can keep them in check.”

“Try and put her down for a nap.” You stretched your sore arms, feeling the slight burn from being in motion for so long. “She’ll be a riot during dinner if she doesn’t get her nap in.”

“When is she not a riot?” John stretched her above his head, grinning as she began to babble downwards toward him. She spotted you, squealing and squirming in his hand with renewed vigor 

“John, not so high.” You scolded, patting his side in passing. “You better have that damn syrup somewhere.”

“Coat pocket. Straight from Polly Gray. She sends her best.” He affirmed, holding the baby eye level. His eyebrows pinched together and he pressed his nose to her round belly and sniffed, pulling back“Oi!”

“What, John?” You made a face, trying to measure out the thick syrup on a teaspoon spoon. “You’re going to make me spill-”

“She took a fuckin shit.”

“Babies do that.” You nodded, intensely focused on the spoon. “All day.”

“You need to-”

“I’ve been changing her all day.” You tried not to smile, seeing John’s face of disgust from the corner of your eye. “You’re holding her, your turn.”

“I just got home!”

“And I just gave her to you. 

John scoffed, “You knew she shit already!”

“I didn’t, I swear!” You laughed lightly. “Bring her here, she needs the syrup.”

“Syrup and a nappy change.” He scoffed, trying to hand the baby off. You took a step back, trying to spoon the syrup into the child’s mouth from a distance. She let out a whine and John quickly pulled her close, pressing his thumb against her chin to keep her mouth shut. She scrunched up her nose and the two of you watched her carefully. As soon as she let out a sharp cry you dropped the spoon into the sink and took a few steps back, smiling at John.

“You can at least fucking hold her down while I change her then.” He grumbled, his lips against the crown of her head. “Wild little thing, she is.”

“Deal.”

“Go get set up a nappy, then.” He glared at you, trying to hide his smile in your daughter’s hair. As you passed him his hand left the baby’s back and swatted your behind.

“John!” You yelped, rubbing at your backside. “You’re so heavy fucking handed!”

“Never complained before.”

“You’re holding our baby!” You tried your best attempt at a scowl as he began to ready your daughter for changing. You pulled her changing blanket over the dresser, placing a hand over her belly when John laid her down on her back.

She looked up at you, already whimpering and trying to turn onto her belly so she could crawl away. You cooed softly, turning her back onto her back and leaning down to kiss her freckled nose. “I know, daddy’s so slow, my love.”

“If mummy has a problem she can change your smelly arse herself.” John gagged dramatically as he folded up the dirty nappy, holding your daughter’s kicking legs down with one hand as she attempted her routine grand escape. “For fuck’s sake-”

“She’s a baby. This is torture for her.” You covered her ears, pouting at her as she hiccupped while he wiped. “How was work?”

“Fine.” He took a deep breath before leaning back down to pull a new nappy from the drawers. “Long. Busy. Stop moving, you. Not making it easier on yourself.”He pinned her nappy back in place, fingers scribbling lightly at her bare stomach. She erupted into high pitched giggles, kicking chubby feet at her father. “What did you do all day? Miss me?”

“Never.” You rebuttoned the baby’s onesie before John scooped her up to hold her close. “Some reading and chores. I should have gotten dinner started when the troops went out, but someone-” You pinched the baby’s cheek lightly and she pressed herself against John, suddenly shy. “Kept me occupied.”

“Can’t blame her for that.” John walked into the kitchen, already starting to put pans on the counter. “I’d want to be on you every chance I got too.” He adjusted the child in his arms and walked over to the bassinet in the living room. He settled her down and you watched fondly, only catching the end of what he mumbled to her.

“Put up a fight in there, eh.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her head before standing up. “Mummy and I have mummy and daddy things to do.”

You couldn’t help a laugh as he waggled his eyebrows, making his way toward you.

“Dinner, John.” You reminded, quirking your own eyebrow.

“But I’ve been away all day.” He protested.

“So have the kids.I sent them out after lunch..” You turned toward the counter, beginning to wash the vegetables that needed to be rinsed and skinned. “I bet they’ll have an appetite when they get back.”

“But I’ve been away from you all day.” His warm breath tickled your skin as he leaned down slightly to kiss along the skin of your neck.

“You have,” Your fingers gripped the carrot, dragging the knife downward toward the counter and pulling up the skin. “I worked up an appetite.”

“Doin what? Waiting on me to get home?” His voice was teetering on the roughness you loved, low and rumbling out of his chest against your back.

You turned toward him, lips just brushing his as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You leaned in, taking his ear lobe between your teeth for a brief second before whispering, “cleaning your teething daughter’s shitty nappies.”

John pulled away from you, unamused.

“Grab some potatoes, and get to cooking, Mr Shelby.” You chopped the narrow end off of the carrot, smiling at your handiwork.

The quieter moments came when the kids were in bed, on the couch.

Whiskey and John and heat, his heavy head on your lap. He read aloud the same book you read to the kids, a preview to make sure nothing in the next chapter was too scary. Your eyes attempted to focus on the newspaper on the arm of the couch beside you, fingers absentmindedly carding through his cropped hair.

“I have never seen him. But I spoke to him as he sat behind his screen and gave him your message. He said he will grant you an audience, if you so desire; but each one of you must enter his presence alone, and he will admit but one each day.” John cleared his throat as your fingers paused, blue eyes flicking away from the novel in his hands. You looked down at him and smiled slightly, beginning your ministrations again. “Therefore, as you must remain in the Palace for several days, I will have you shown to rooms where you may rest in comfort after your journey.”

“It sounds like your fucking brother.” You muttered, eyes on the day’s printed paper before you.

“No it doesn’t.” John’s eyes closed momentarily, finger saving his spot in the book.

“Sure it does.” You scratched at his scalp in slow circles. “We wait and wait and hope he’ll have some news that won’t kill you. That won’t put a bullet in you.”

“What do you want me to tell him, eh? My woman doesn’t want me doing the hard stuff anymore?” He made a move to sit up and you pressed your palm to the middle of his chest, stopping his movement.

“Your woman wants you to be okay.” You briefly tugged his hair once, sharply, making him look up at you.  “He keeps tapping into that temper of yours and I think it’ll kill you.”

“Nothing’s happening to me yet.” His hand lifted to squeeze your side gently, his hands heavy against the fabric of your nightdress. “I’m not going first. I’ll live forever, I think.”

“I’ll kill Tommy if I have to.” You began rubbing his scalp again. “If it means you do live forever.”

“The little ones will run circles around you tomorrow.” John sat up, rubbing a hand over his own hair. His tone was sharper now, the conversation over with.  “maybe we should go to bed.”

“They won’t, because you’ll be home.” You fingered the page of the paper. “Because it’s your daughter’s birthday.”

 “Fuck.” He rubbed his hand over his face, looking at you with tired eyes in the warm light of the fire. “Alright, c’mon.”

 “I’m still reading the paper-”You pulled your legs up onto the couch as John’s arm looped under your knees, attempting to stop him. “John-”

“Don’t start your hollering, you’ll wake the fuckin kids.” He grunted. He stood up, lifting you into his arms bridal style. He tightened his grip the moment you began to slip and clicked his tongue at you. “Enough, Y/N, let me-”

 “Your bones are creaking, old man!” You tried to get down, afraid of John dropping you or hurting himself. “John, you’ll pull something-”

“Yup, so stop making it fucking hard.” He grumbled, his voice slightly strained. He leaned down slightly so you could reach the table, nodding toward the whiskey bottle and the discarded novel. “Grab em, will you.”

“God forbid John Shelby go without his whiskey-watch it!” You yelped as he dropped you rather ungracefully on the bed, tucking your tight curls behind your ear.

“With my wife comes my whiskey.” He uncorked the bottle, taking a sip and handing it off to you again. John stripped himself of his trousers and button down, leaving him in boxers and an undershirt. He nodded toward the book again, digging around the bedside drawer.

“Don’t smoke in bed.” You reprimanded, knowing there was no use most of the time.

“Start reading, then.” He tossed his lighter back into the drawer and the corner of your lip turned upwards at your small victory. “Give me something to do.”

You squinted at the page, the letters out of focus and small. John reached his hand out, your thin framed glasses in his palm.

You began to protest, “I can see just fine! I don’t need- 

“Just put the fuckin things on, please.” He tossed them in your lap and came to lie down beside you. “You’ll give yourself a headache.”

“Fine.” You shoved the frames onto your nose, batting John’s hand away as he reached out to pinch your cheek.

“You look so sweet like that.” he cooed. “Like a sweet old teacher. I’d be sweet on you.”

You scoffed, eyes scanning the page.“Prick.”

“Maybe if you ask nice.” John smirked beside you, tugging you down by your waist to rest against his chest.

He pressed a kiss to the pulse point behind your ear, nuzzling his stubbly cheek and chin against your skin.

“Alright-I found it!” You giggled, bringing your shoulder up to block him. You elbowed him in the side and he snorted. “Behave-and listen! I want to make sure this book won’t scare Sarah and Katie.”

You cleared your throat, shifting your position so you were leaned against him, the book visible to both of you. He pulled the covers up, tucking them in around your waist as you began to read, “Thank you,’ replied the girl ‘that is very kind of Oz.”

#peaky blinders #john shelby #peaky blinders fic #john shelby fluff #kind of? #john shelby x reader #john shelby x you #john shelby/reader #john shelby/you #fluff #written by me #tommy shelby #linda shelby #mentioned I mean but still #this feels not very good but I am very tired so if mindless john fluff is what this is #Is that really such a crime?

[vivithefolle]

“Harry and Hermione are platonic soulmates” “Hermione is Harry’s best friend” okay but like..... is she though? Like yes they’re close friends but Ron is 100% the glue that holds the group together and whenever Harry is alone with Hermione he just seems bored and talks about how he misses Ron and I the reader am also bored and miss Ron. Ron is Harry’s best friend. Ron is the person Harry would miss more than anybody else in the world. Ron is the person Harry loves more than anyone else in the world. Hermione is Harry’s close friend, Ron is Harry’s platonic soulmate. Harry is Hermione’s close friend, but Ron is the love of her life.

To be completely honest, I never really felt anything special between Hermione and Harry. And part of it is due to Harry being extremely detached from people, he’s super cold. He rarely tells us about how he feels about people, mostly he observes how people react around him, and he has this... subtle entitlement? Like, Harry tends to complain about how blah blah fame sucks and he hates it, but at the same time he certainly doesn’t complain when he gets preferrential treatment, and at times even seems offended when he doesn’t get any. He kind of expects his friends to be always 100% down with his ideas and endlessly supportive, and sure he protests and goes “no I must do this alone because I’m a danger to you all” but at the same time when Ron was calling him out on his nonexistent plan for the Horcrux Hunt he sure was quick to go all “how dare you question me!”.

As such... Harry feels really detached and cold, and when I read the series, I end up thinking of him and Hermione more as coworkers working together to attain the same objective than as actual friends. They get excited about big breakthroughs in their cases, they share coffee breaks together and stuff, but... there’s not much else. There’s not... some sense of companionship, of being able to stay in a room together without feeling awkward... I really don’t see “friends”. It’s funny, but “siblings” may actually be the best moniker to put on their relationship, because after all you don’t have to love or care about your sibling.

Harry feels closer to Ron, to a point that I would actually call them true friends, and I certainly love their bond and bromance... but I still can’t shake the feeling that Ron’s giving much more than he’s receiving in this friendship. No wonder the poor guy needed a break at times.

Anyway. Even if you can justify it by his abusive childhood and trauma, Harry’s still kind of a cold bastard and I honestly don’t think he’s a good friend. Truth is, many readers are blinded by the fact that he’s “The Boy Who Lived” and so hype and so they think that obviously, it automatically means he’s a great friend to Ron and Hermione... he’s not? I mean, sure he’s ~sassy~ and whatever but, no, sorry, that’s not enough to make me want to be friends with someone.

(Especially since the ~sassy~ bit can be downright hurtful, too. I mean, think of how many people think of Hermione’s “emotional range of a teaspoon” line is ~iconic~. But had it been spoken to Harry, I don’t think Harmony shippers would have been pleased by it.)

Frankly I think Harry’s coldness is not just a character problem, it’s also very much a Rowling problem. She has problems with empathy sometimes, especially towards characters she seems to deem as “lesser” in her mind - side characters, one-off characters, throwaway characters and such. Like, Hermione’s parents are SO important... that she doesn’t even consider them human beings, instead uses them as narrative tools to showcase Hermione’s “bravery”:

Yes, her sacrifice was massive, completely. A very calculated act of bravery. That is not an ‘in the moment’ act of bravery where emotion carries you through, that is a deliberate choice.

I’m sure Hermione’s parents were delighted to be stripped of their entire mind, life story, identity and sense of self as “proof” that their daughter is brave. Not like we already know Hermione is brave. Not like she was member of the House of the Brave or anything like it. We absolutely needed two innocent non-magical people who couldn’t fight back against magic to be destroyed mentally to showcase what a brave person Hermione is.

Rowling does that with so many characters. She has this twisted sense of justice, of morality, honestly kind of akin to that of teenager’s. Marietta Edgecombe’s scarring feels like a pissed-off kid’s revenge fantasy - Rowling said “I loathe a traitor”, but then you realize that Marietta got a worse punishment even than Peter Pettigrew! Peter gets to slightly redeem himself just before dying in front of Harry and Ron (who even try to save him!!!) but Marietta’s the one who’s gonna have to deal with weird looks all her life due to a disfiguring scar on her face! And you’d think that Mister “I have a scar on my face that people stare at and it makes me uncomfortable :(” himself, Mister “I have a new scar on my hand that a horrible woman inflicted to be as punishment for misbehaviour”, MISTER HARRY FREAKIN’ POTTER WOULD HAVE ENOUGH SENSE TO REALIZE THE SIMILARITIES, but alas. In the same book Rowling had her favourite character emulate the character she had created to be the most despicable person in existence... I wonder if anyone ever told her?

#vivi answers #ask #harry potter #harry potter series #hermione granger #ron weasley #hp meta #meta #hp analysis

[athys-obelia]

summary: no one's evil au lmfaooo but make it pt. 2

character/s: anastacius de alger obelia, claude de alger obelia, athanasia de alger obelia, jennette de alger obelia

and here's part 1 <3

oh my god okay. okay. so.

ana, claude, athy and jennette - they go on a LOT of vacations

claude complains every single time but anastacius pulls his trump card and sends athy and jettie BOTH after him

u think he's strong enough to say no after that? lmao jokes

and their vacations always go this way:

jennette: isn't this scenery just gorgeous, uncle

claude: indeed it is. and...quiet

jennette: ...too quiet

[cut to anastacius in the distance, fighting a bear as athy cheers him on]

athy + anastacius, hands down the most chaotic pairing yes i will not be taking criticism

they have tea in ana's palace everyday, just the two of them, they're so poised and picture perfect through the entire thing everyone thinks it's just the emperor giving profound advice to his heir

it's actually them deadass scheming,,, ana has no qualms discussing everything from court gossip to military tactics, both of which she's so on top of all the time

if anyone shit talks jennette or claude, this tea party is where their slow and agonizing demise is planned out to the dot

[true story - count sivan once made the fatal mistake of expressing his favour for athy as the next empress, dissing jennette by comparing her to athy sm which inevitably sparked a debate that ranked the princesses. a week after athy's sources informed her of the kindling behind this new debate, the count's sudden divorce became the talk of the town, and the man's business faced bankruptcy all of a sudden. the sivans still haven't recovered.)

athy n jennette were actually allowed to visit kiel in arlanta a few times, except it was too dark at their first arrival, postponing the meeting to the next morning

buttt then jettie can't sleep and she decides on a midnight snack run (their hotel doesn't really have the maids the palace does, but oh well. she's left the palace w lucas n athy plenty of times)

felix tags along btw, he knows this trip is important to the girls since they're leaving the palace without their Overprotective Papas™ for the first time and want some sense of independence, but... she's just so smol n he couldn't bear it if anything happens so he just shadows her

she totally knows he's there

n e ways so there's a juice place right beside their hotel which she aims for, but when jennette reaches it, it's closed

and out of nowhere, a voice addresses her - "hey you, do you come here a lot?" she nearly jumps out of her skin at the brunette, relaxing when she sees he's literally a kid around her age and not a murderer lmfaoo "me neither," he continues without waiting for her, pouting at the closed sign, before he asks for her name and whether she's new in arlanta

she confirms that yes, she's only visiting, and refuses to tell the stranger her name, still feeling strange at being addressed as 'you' for the first time (well, minus lucas, but he was like her brother and had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, so)

he eyes her. "you're so weird. i've never seen a girl out so late before, and alone too. are you stupid?"

(felix has his sword out at this point)

she's flushing now and has no idea why she's still out here, but then this stranger kid apparently senses her mood and tells her the best ice cream store in arlanta is not too far away

(he also explains he knows someone who's starts doing weird things when she's hungry as well, and tries to defend that ice cream is actually a healthy midnight snack, "you can just take a healthy flavour like strawberry or mango, mangos are healthy,,right"💀️💀)

so jettie has travelled all the way from obelia, she loves her papa but he would have a heart attack if he found out she was ever awake this late?? yeah bc she's never getting this chance again, jennette accepts the offer

the stranger boy seems to be taking the whole "i'm not telling you my name," thing like a joke, and asks what he should call her since 'you' was getting boring

she goes with "lady j" and like a knight, the boy becomes "sir c"

(felix is on the verge of committing a crime - the princesses can only have one knight, after all)

they walk as the the boy navigates the streets in the dark, and she asks whether he's from the academy, seeing his uniform

"of course i am! you could probably tell bc i look so smart, right?"

she snorts. "yeah, that."

she also comes to know that this guy,,,well he might as well be a tourist? she's out here asking stuff like "oh where's the statue of lady alphia?" or "aren't we really close to the museum where they keep the first emperor's sword?" and he goes "lady do i look like your brochure?? but if you turn right from here there's a cool arcade and across the street from there is the best street food vendor you'll ever eat from."

well at least mans had his priorities straight 😌

"so can you take this off?" he asks, pointing towards her dress once they've neared the store

um???????? sir tf????????????

anyways jettie has been living with lucas n her dad farr too long to not take this the wrong way?? "...no?"

the boy raises an eyebrow "look, it looks like an expensive cloak but i promise i'll return it, alright? i gotta hide my uniform."

ohhhhhhh. 😳.

so she unfastens the cloak and because he's kinda just staring at it cluelessly (he can't even tie his shoelaces fight me), jennette sighs and moves the clothing over his shoulder, fastening it in place at his neck

he's literally a tomato when she looks back up and realises that yes, we are way too close rn

bc she's ana's daughter, jennette by default cannot function when she's flustered. so she kinda stumbles backwards like a fish out of water (years of princess training n etiquette? where art thou??) and 'sir c' has to grab her forearm so she doesn't bump into the pillar behind her smfh

the shopkeep is definitely suspicious of this pair that's definitely too young to be out so late, but chalks it down to his sleeplessness

they escape the store with the ice cream before the shopkeep can ask any questions, and 'sir c' escorts jennette back to her hotel. he climbs onto the roof of the building, helping her up as well

(felix wishes he had a magic stone to capture this moment, this is the first time he's seen jennette become such fast friends with someone)

she stands on the roof (it hurts her butt so she doesn't wanna sit)

"my sister would be so jealous right now," jennette murmurs, "she told me her ideal first date would be either a picnic or something like a moonlit walk. we're having like a moonlit picnic."

it's silent for a few seconds the boy speaks up, "is this a date?"

oh-

oh.

"i mean- i didn't- i don't- uh."

give her some time lmfao she's loading

"i don't really mind that," he tells her, and she thinks she might just walk off the roof in her embarrassment - who just says something like that?? "you're probably feeling really lucky right now, right?"

jennette: ✊😔

he does look pretty in the moonlight, she admits to herself, listening as he excitedly tells her about his siblings at home and how she should send an offering to the gods since they gave her the good fortune to be on a date with the most good looking one of all four of them

in turn, she tells him about how she spent her childhood away from her amazing dad and had gotten closer to him recently, about her sharp-witted uncle, her sister and friends

(the 'friends' section includes felix and he's melting)

she smiles - it's almost as if, at finding out he treasures his family just as much as she does, they've gotten a bit closer

and he tries to listen. jennette had guessed that his temperament was somewhat like her dad's - her dad didn't know how to listen, always making his opinion known before anything else, though she supposes as emperor he could do that

'sir c', on the other hand, tried his best, his blue eyes focused on her as he almost burst from the unsaid words he was holding back, trying to let her finish. the sight was an odd mix of sad and insanely adorable that she couldn't help but let him tell her about everything he couldn't hold in

sensing she could pass out from her exhaustion nearly half an hour later, and 'sir c' escorts her to her window and helps her sneak in bc "what sort of knight would i be otherwise?!"

(felix can't stop shaking the entire night)

the next morning, jennette's heart is pounding as kiel shows her, athy and felix across campus - the chance is low, but still...

"ezekiel!" comes a voice, and the four watch as a turquoise haired boy waves down the alpheus heir "are these the guests you mentioned?"

kiel introduces the trio to johannes vastia before asking, "where's cabel?"

"at the training grounds, he asked if you could bring everyone there so he could show them around there."

"... they're my guests though?"

athy is quick to befriend johannes (i mean she and his sister are practically the same person, so) and at the grounds, jennette's blood runs cold

(so does felix's)

the brunette doesn't notice her at first, arguing with johannes about something as kiel introduces him as cabel ernst

jennette is hyperventilating?? actually back up is this girl even breathing??

cabel ernst from kiel's letters? the 'loud and obnoxious cabel ernst', who gradually turned into 'my acquaintance cabel ernst', then 'hardworking, passionate cabel ernst', and finally 'my friend cabel'?

she'd actually rather admired this slow build of respect between her friend and the ernst boy, and had even expressed her interest to meet him

"this is the first daughter of his highness prince claude de alger obelia, princess athanasia-" cabel mock salutes the princess before his mouth forms an 'o' and he remembers to bow, "-and here's the emperor's only daughter, her highness princess je-"

andddd his eyes widen comically "-hey, lady, it's you?"

yeah jettie is on the brink of literal death - her entire face reddens as this...cabel, grins at her

she watches as he glances behind her, "and you're the guy who was following us - sup?"

felix flinches "...you knew...?"

cabel shrugs. "i mean you do kinda suck ass at the whole subtle thing."

"don't say it like that," jennette retorts, "felix was trying his best."

"princess 😭😭 you knew as well?"

"uhhhh no?"

athy + kiel in a corner: 👁️👄👁️

they watch as cabel's eyes widen all of a sudden and he just,,,runs away

...🐦...🐦...🐦...

yeah well anyway he comes rushing back a few minutes later, a piece of cloth in his hand "...*huff* here *huff*...you go."

athy totally flips out "jennette is that your CLOAK???!??"

"uhhhhh no?"

"um do you realise uncle would literally wage war at this."

and as if it would make everything better,

"i washed it," cabel offers with a grin

"you didn't," the vastia heir deadpans

"i mean, johan helped a little bit."

kiel smiles murderously at the pair. "johan, did you know cabel took the princess out?"

"wait, you're a PRINCESS??"

your honour they aren't very smart

so the group orders some coffee (milk for cabel smfh) to find out what happened, cabel mentions "date" and everything goes to shit again lmfao

kiel and felix scheme against poor cabel while athy n johan get over that stage pretty quick ("listen. MY sister will be living with ME after the marriage and if your friend wants to be with her he'll have to come with us to obelia." and johan's just like "fine by me ✌️😊") and start planning the wedding

cabel + jennette dip n sneak out of the academy again to get the juice they couldn't the night before bc shit is getting awkward here

on another note, our uncle cius' musical intelligence is actually very high - he can probably play more instruments than i can name tbh, but he feels most comfortable singing and i shit you not, this man has straight up an angel's voice

(didn't like singing in front of others coz he was secretly a nerd and only knew old love songs with deep lyrics, athy found out and educated him)

jennette tends to have nightmares often, most often regarding their family - she's seen her father murder her uncle for the throne, and vice versa, athy admitting her affections towards jennette were a front to get the position of crown princess, her uncle killing her to solidify athy's claim, etc - her family is her everything, so despite however many times these horrible scenes play before her, she's left sobbing uncontrollably

and on these nights, she leaves for her father's room, who holds her close and sings her to sleep

also lucas n jennette are like sibling duo# 1,,, jettie is an active lucathy shipper even though he denies it sm - like their dynamic is just peaceful walks in the gardens as she watches the plants n lucas shi talks the nobility and kiel

claude and athy have a thing for each other's sleeping on each other? idk it's weird

athy once fell asleep on the couch while reading with him, and claude moved her head onto his lap so she wouldn't be uncomfy sitting - well, she woke up to his hand absentmindedly raking through her hair and it was just so soothing that whenever she's tired and he's working or reading, she just plops her head on his lap and zzzz

and claude wondered what was up with that, so she proposed they switch roles and he felt so awkward trying to lay down in front of her lmao

obviously athy noticed and she just started reading, thinking he might be more comfortable if her attention isn't on him completely - she ended up reading out loud while playing with his collar and he just,,,passed out

also anastacius has definitely pulled jennette aside regarding the issue of his heir at some point - she had been hesitant at first before admitting she wouldn't like to be the empress at all

i know we'd all love to see empress!jettie and her sister duchess!athy ruling the court, but i really really really can't see her wanting the title?

so thus start athy's empress lessons, but holy shit her teacher is mean

like this man makes me want to bash his face in?? so he doesn't like the idea of athy becoming empress over jennette at all, all bc of both hers and claude's mothers being commoners

he has one of those long ass sticks that you use in presentation to point at stuff?? idk but basically mans has athy name every region, its lords and their vassals during their first lesson

the first time she gets one wrong, she's too shocked as the stick meets the delicate skin of her forearm to react

now the thing is, wmmap!athy would probably stand up against this bc her dad is the emperor and she's his only heir, but i imagine with anastacius' social nature he holds many parties / balls where she's probably heard claude's mom + diana slander and it wouldn't be unreasonable for her to be self conscious abt it (now she's the emperor's heir while jennette, 100% royal + noble blood, is right there which probably makes her feel even less legitimate)

so she endures it, the light marks on her arms as well as the taunts of his she's too smart to not understand - perhaps this is the price to be accepted in jennette's place?

and honestly, no one really notices until at breakfast a few weeks in, where jennette mentions how her dresses are still so modest when sleeveless dresses were more in fashion - ana is suspicious because athy is always on top of these things, societal trends and such, and claude is sus from the way she hesitates slightly in her answer, "i haven't had the time lately, i suppose"

the lesson after focuses on ettiquete since everyone knows she's good at politics and such already, but now tears of frustration are pooling in her eyes because what the hell?? this guy had made an opinion of her long before he even met her, so anything she did would be wrong in his eyes

he gives her a sinister smile, "tired, princess?"

"no," she insists, keeping her voice level. he's about to spout some other nonsense, when anastacius enters the room, taking a seat across from her

anastacius watches quietly as athy answers the teacher's questions in her "public" voice. he watches as her usually cheery disposition is replaced by something far more...dead, despite the front she puts on for him. he's soundless as she hesitates in her answers where she normally would've been louder, more confident. he stops watching in silence when his niece flinches at the sight of the stick

oh.

he interrupts her lesson, not missing the way she winces almost imperceptibly when he grabs ahold of her arm, announcing, "we're going."

he just- it's just that that was the moment he knew for sure - the sight of his niece emotionally disheveled for the first time reminds him too much of how his own brother had once been, and he'd... he'd promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt his family anymore

he ends up taking her to the port with some of his advisors to welcome some royal guests, insisting that she would learn better from experience rather than books - but the guest delegation gets so boring that he sneaks her out of the meeting n they end up in the streets

now athy has no idea where they are, but apparently her uncle does?? ana has his hand on her head as he navigates the streets of the capitol as if he comes here everyday, using magic to casually disguise the two of them

in the meantime?

felix is at the port trying to cover for them smfh, he makes up this huge story about how the great wise emperor wanted to familiarize his heir with the locals, understand her subjects, yada yada

back at the palace prince claude is currently dragging a man by his collar and only upon jennette's insistence does he throw him in prison rather than literally kill him

(jettie visits him later in prison to give the guy a piece of her mind, after felix's visit he's sporting a few noticable bruises and the prisoner is practically unrecognizable once lucas visits)

back to athy + ana, they end up stuffing themselves with some super good street food as anastacius confesses that yes, he has definitely been sneaking out of the palace ever since he was a lil kid

athy almost mentions that she, lucas n jettie sneak out too but that might give him a heart attack, so

"it's so pretty, uncle cius," she says, gesturing towards the necklace he holds up. once he's paid for it, anastacius fists the necklace, opening it to reveal the jewel pendant - now imbued with his magic and replaced with gold lettering of the word athanasia

and she realises that yes, that's what both him and her dad have called her all her life, haven't they?

"you're my heir, athanasia," he uncle tells her with a small smile, "i am proud of that."

getting teary, she tells him, "i'm really proud of you too, uncle cius," triggering a very flustered + blushy anastacius

this mans craves validation - not from the sycophantic nobility, or the obsequious concubines he'd dismissed all those years ago, but from the family he thought he'd neither have nor deserve

and just the acknowledgement is so large for athy - he wants her as his heir, not because she's his niece, but bc he trusts her to look after his hard work after him??? - yeah she's totally bawling her eyes out

anastacius magics her a handkerchief but my mans magic isn't that strong?? lmao he's used up so much by now that the 'handkerchief' turns out to be some scratchy tissues

awkward amirite

nope! athy laughs at that, offering him a sip of her drink as she magics another straw and a proper handkerchief lmfaoo

n e ways so when they return, everyone's shocked to learn that the crown heir, princess athanasia will actually be joining the official circles as anastacius' temporary aid - he doesn't wanna entrust her to anyone but family, and decides that the best way to learn is by his side

(she's so confused bc lucas doesn't normally bat an eyelash when she wears the prettiest gowns, but he deadass can't look her in the eyes when she's in her aid uniform - it's more like a suit than it is a dress)

yes lucas women in suits >>>>>

everyone is STUNNED when at dinner, claude proposes they leave on vacation??

anastacius is just not having it?? like no, this is not my brother, and he throws a grape at claude to check if it's a clone or sum (¿¿how does that work??)

anyays so he ain't no felix, ana's aim is ass and it hits jettie instead

mans nearly gets on his knees to apologise

long story short everyone preps for vacation, but by some aCCiDeNt claude n athy end up at a different destination than jettie n ana, when she suggests returning to the palace to regroup, mans deadass sulks

"so you wouldn't like to spend this time with your father, despite barely visiting my office for weeks?"

o-oh

so at their return, the nobility starts pestering everyone that the princesses aren't independent enough, yada yada idc so to quell this annoyance, to the girls' joy, they get to move into emerald palace together, while claude and ana stay in the ruby and main palaces respectively

literally emerald palace becomes such a cool place to be in since it's the residence of the only decent people in this family, the brothers spend hours going through the requests of maids who want to be transferred

it's such a busy time because of athy joining the court and jettie starting her studies as well - naturally, since she isn't becoming empress, she'll be getting the duchy claude + athy were to be given in the beginning

speaking of futures, jettie's interest in plants and cooking has definitely branched out into herbs

claude notices her tending to a small garden during his visit to athy and even gives her a few tips (he had been studying medical since he was a kid, and picked it up again when athy was born and the empire stablised somewhat)

this soon becomes a routinely thing, and he actually starts reading up on some herbs and even orders a few for her prospering garden

after a month of her learning from books, claude proposes adding a medic as one of her teachers, and turns out his hunch was right?? she's excelling at medicine and they keep it between themselves for the time being

it doesn't last long though, bc they're on a hunting trip when ana injures his leg

and !! this girl istg, she gets to cleaning and wrapping the wound without blinking an eye, as if it's the most natural thing ever, and claude is just smirking while athy and anastacius and literally everyone else: 🌟💞✨jettie✨💞🌟

literal tears coming out of anastacius' eyes "how come my daughter is smarter than me😭💅"

claude: that's not a very high standard, brother

anastacius: ✨suddenly i'm an only child✨

behold, the people in charge of running an empire everyone 👏👏👏

even though jennette is claude's (unofficial) student and athy is her uncle's heir, they both ask their dads to the debutante

yes athy does dance with lucas, anastacius sent him an invitation even though he wasn't a noble (he's an active match maker 😌) and nobody dared question the emperor's special guest

at the end of the night, kiel gives jettie a letter from arlanta - it's an invitation to the academy during holidays, from a certain brunette

when she brings up the subject, felix lets out a squeak and literally everyone goes silent 😭😭

athy n kiel are just out here DARING him to spill them beans

but anastacius takes on look at his excited lil kid and decides that yups, she's going to get everything she wants

a/n: i literally don't know how many parts this should have lmaoo but y'all made it this far!! thanks for reading i hope you liked it<3

#non dysfunctional family!au #or ana decides to stop being a shithead!au #functional family!au ?? #wmmap #sbapod #who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #anastacius de alger obelia #claude de alger obelia #athanasia de alger obelia #felix robane #lucas #jennette magrita #jeannette magrita #kiel alpheus #ezekiel alpheus #beware of the brothers #cabel ernst #johannes vastia