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hanafubukki · 20 days

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Happy Three Year Anniversary 🥹💚🌺

It’s my three year anniversary since I first started writing fanfics on tumblr. I think back about the first time I published fanfics on here and everyone I met along the way because of that one moment of time.

When I took that step to allow myself to express/be myself and publish something I wrote. It led to meeting so many wonderful people here and irl and I am forever grateful to myself and to all of you.

I am forever grateful for all the encouragement you all give me and I can’t say it enough. Be it comments, asks, reblogs, likes, tagging or what have you.

Everyday is fun and brings a smile to my face. I look forward to the future because of it.

So really, thank you everyone. I’m so happy to have met and interacted with you and hope to continue to do so ☺️💚🌺

#Hana announces #I always feel a bit shy posting stuff like this but I really am grateful and wanted to express myself #I’ve been on tumblr longer than three years but only just started writing again after more than a decade and realized my anniv for my first #fanfic was coming and #been feeling very nostalgic lately and very grateful for everything and all I have met #I have been having so much fun the last several years #its that joy i can hold onto always despite the hard times #thank you again 💞💞💚💚#will probably change some stuff around on my masterlist and profile #and edit mt pin post too #to make it more succinct #but that will be weekend Hana worries

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mothwingwritings · 20 days

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Can we have Ren/Fox (TPOF) and Mc with a child?Long after Fox decided to stay with MC, they both had a daughter (probably not something with consent and a bit of Stockholm syndrome).The daughter asks her mother how she got the scars and this makes MC have memories of post-traumatic stress.

I was so tickled by this ask that I started manically typing out a response for it nearly as soon as I saw it in my ask box (which at this point, was quite some time ago. Forgive me, I am a mess lul). I wrote the whole damn thing in a fit of passion, excited to release it into the world… But ultimately hated it and thought it was garbo, so I scrapped it and tried again. Wrote a second iteration and thought ‘hell yeah, this is it!!! Sick!’, but then I read it AND HATED THAT ONE TOO AAAHHH!!!

I rewrote this… so much…

But I never give up on my dreams, and you shouldn’t either! Persevere! Don’t give up on yourself! Here’s your daily motivation for the day! Keep writing even it makes you cry!!! :D

Anyway, so I wrote this third one, comprised of new stuff and the stuff I actually did like from the first two stabs, and it ended up being the one. Truly it is a Frankenstein of a fic lol. Regardless of all the reworking, I had a lot of fun writing this and enjoyed the prompt very much!!! I I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. :)

I’m sorry if the writing seems a tad too mature for the reader’s daughter in this, writing children isn’t my forte. ^^;

Due to the nature of this fic, IT IS 18+ ONLY!!! Thank you!

WARNINGS: Incessant mentions of abuse of all kinds for reader and mentions of physical abuse for her child!!! Reader is heavily scarred from said abuse and that’s a main theme in this fic so please avoid if that is upsetting to you. Also, though not the main focus, there are multiple mentions of child abuse in this fic, as well a part where reader goes off verbally on her child, so please be mindful of that as well! Other things of note: reader is a parent in this (which you can probably tell by the prev warning lol), reader getting hurt, blood, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome, being held against your will/isolation, mentions of noncon, sad family stuff :(

Diminishing rays of afternoon light splayed through the open window of your quaint living room, casting a comforting orange glow over everything they touched. The light gave the environment an ethereal and nostalgic feel, wrapping you in peaceful warmth as the sun sunk lower and lower. The loveseat you occupied was plush and inviting, and a mug of your favorite tea stood at the ready on the small coffee table beside you, steadily cooling with help from the last hurrah of winter blowing in gently from the outside. Besides the slight chill, the wind brought with it the heavy scent of freshly bloomed flowers, a delightful precursor to the oncoming spring.

Relishing the rare moment of serenity, you couldn’t help but wish that all your days could be this lovely.

You smiled down at your daughter who sat perched in your lap, happily flipping through the newest gift she had acquired from her Father- a thick picture book full of bright illustrations highlighting various exotic animals. As it lay sprawled across her tiny lap, her chubby finger pointed out each animal she took an interest in, her high pitched voice chirping away as she explained what she liked about the creatures. She got particularly excited when she spotted the page full of foxes, jabbing at the red one feverishly as she exclaimed “its daddy!”

Spotting the foxes began her down a path of assigning an animal to not just herself, but you as well. She didn’t find it fair that only her father had kin in the animal world, even though you pointed out that she technically did as well by sharing half the man’s blood. Your revelation did little to deter her, she wanted something new, something just for herself, and she wasn’t going to stop until she found her perfect soul animal. So she continued on, scanning each page in earnest until she found a creature that suited her.

She ended up picking a bunny for herself, supplying you with a comprehensive reason as to why she chose it. As she explained in great length, skimping no details, you couldn’t help but hold back laughter. She spoke as if she were a professor teaching a class, and you did your best to keep a straight face as she yammered on with her shoddy reasoning, deep down knowing she only picked a rabbit because of how cute they are.

After she was done waxing poetic about bunnies, she continued scouring the book, coming to a halt once she reached the wild cat section. She stopped with a gasp, beaming up at you as she pressed her finger firmly against one of the images on the page.

“Mommy this one is you!”

Your eyes traveled to the picture she was rapidly tapping, “An African Wildcat, huh?” You smirked down at the little girl in amusement, “Why did you pick that one for me?”

“Because it looks just like you!”

You chuckled at her enthusiasm, “It looks like me? How so?”

“It has marks just like you do!”

Her innocuous words sent a chill up your spine. Eying the stripes that crossed the cat’s legs, you felt a great unease begin to overtake your body. Her reasoning was not lost on you, the cats coat did quite resemble the jagged scars that covered nearly every inch of your body, and just like the feline in her book, your limbs were the most prominent location of said ‘markings’. You quickly shook your head, not wanting to dwell on it further. In hopes of moving on from the subject, the outpouring of words that flew from your mouth were jumbled and messy.

“O-oh, I see,” you stuttered, clearing your throat to steady your voice, “well you certainly picked a cute animal for me! Thank you baby, it was a good choice.”

She smiled at you innocently, a gesture that usually made your heart melt with affection. But as her tiny hands moved from the book to your arms, that smile did nothing but fill you with dread, the realization that you wouldn’t be getting out of this sticky situation hitting you like a brick to the face.

“Yeah mommy, the kitty’s marks are just like these ones,” her stubby fingers gently traced the old wounds, a look of reverence reflected on her cherubic features. “They make you look like that kitty mommy,” her little voice cooed, “I like them a lot!”

Your muscles constricted at her words, a slight tremor coursing through you as you involuntarily tightened your grip on her. She took note of this, looking up at your strained features with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Don’t be sad mommy,” she spoke assuredly, “I really do like them! I think they are pretty!”

Her words burned you, scorching the inside of your frozen shell of a body, leaving you feeling sickly and discombobulated. The room around you started to spin in a hazy blur, a wave of nausea making you nearly wretch. Your breathing grew erratic as you tried to calm yourself, inwardly repeating that your daughter was just a child, a little girl barely four years of age who had an incredibly limited view of the world. Her words were not meant to upset you. Her opinions were coming from a place of total naivety.

Yet still, the mental assurance did little to help with the extremely uncomfortable position you now founds yourself in. It wasn’t as if this was her first time noticing your scars. She had mentioned them before, her curious mind trying to piece together the reason that her arms appeared different from your own. Each time she brought your old wounds up you couldn’t help but feel flustered, responding with weak explanations and misdirection to try and quickly brush off her questioning.

The marks came from a silly mistake, or a childhood accident, or from a careless moment when mommy should have been paying more attention. It was always excuses on repeat. How many lies had you told her on this topic alone?

But even if they were lies, it beat telling her the truth. You didn’t want to have to explain where the scars on your body actually came from to anyone, let alone a child, and especially not to your own daughter. How could you possibly word it gently, or in a way that she would understand, when you barely understood why you had them yourself? How could you look her in the eye and tell her that these markings were a permanent sign that you had been very, very hurt and that it was her own fathers hands that inflicted the pain?

Reliving the horrific moments that left your body in such a state was overwhelming enough on its own, but to also have to lay bare her father’s sins, relay to her the unsavory proclivities of a man who she idolized and adored, was not something you were keen on doing.

She didn’t know her daddy like you knew him. She was ignorant to the constant state of concern you lived in, unaware of the worries that plagued your mind and kept you up each night. All the troubles of the hell she had been born into were completely lost on the small, carefree girl.

But honestly that was for the best. You had made an unspoken promise the moment she entered your life that you would protect her no matter what. From the day of her birth onward it became your mission to keep her as happy and healthy as possible.

Ren had broken you, but she did not have to suffer the same fate.

At this point in her life, your daughter knew nothing of her daddy’s profession or ‘hobbies’, and you wanted it to remain that way for as long as possible, if not for the rest of her life. You dreaded each time Ren came home from an auction, terrified he may let casually slip too many details about his ‘lively client’ or that he would carelessly step through the door with the stains of his liaisons still littering his clothes. Your daughter was at an age where she was brimming with questions, and she was relentless in getting answers to each question she asked. Everything had to be explained in complete detail for her to be satisfied, drop the subject, and move on. She was a smart little thing, possibly too smart for her own good. You highly doubted a silly joke or wave of the hand would assuage her whirring mind should Ren grow too impetuous in her presence.

And should her questioning become too pesky, you fretted over what Ren’s reaction to it may be. The more you tried to avoid thinking about it the more you seemed to fixate on the topic, pondering just how much goading it would take from your daughter before his temper would rear its ugly head. You, above anyone, had firsthand experience in just how volatile the man could be, the scars that littered your body a testament to his turbulent emotions and violent outbursts.

Looking back on it now, it’s a wonder you survived any of it at all.

Ren often told you he loved you, each confession spoken through honeyed words that spilled from his lips easily and often. And while you didn’t doubt those words (you knew better than to, at this point), you also knew his sweet nothings weren’t merely a term of endearment, they also served as your curse. He loved you, but he also loved your fealty to him, your adoration and worship of him and only him. Should you not reciprocate his feelings as quickly or ardently as he expected, the mere thought of whatever punishment he would concoct was enough to send you into a debilitating panic attack.

There were few things he loathed more than when you flinched from his affection or if you exhibited any sign of distress towards his presence, especially after he had spent so many years going above and beyond to provide for you, devote himself to you. You had learned early on to keel any feelings of aversion you had to his advances, several of your more prominent scars a brutal reminder of that misstep alone.

If your daughter uncovered the truth and saw her father for who he truly was, if she began to fear him the way you feared him, how would he respond? If not only his partner, but his own daughter started shying away from him, what length would he go to to correct this behavior?

Dwelling on it made your skin crawl.

But perhaps all of your worries were asinine. Despite his inclination for cruelty, Ren had never so much as raised a hand towards your daughter, even when she did act up. If anything, he was overprotective of her, barely letting her move faster than a brisk jog lest she fall and hurt herself. He hated seeing his little girl experience even a modicum of physical pain, mentioning to you previously that were he able, he’d keep her locked up in a padded room all day and night to prevent any foreseeable accidents or injuries. Surely it was just his idea of a joke, but the insinuation still made you cringe.

It was almost comical, just how greatly the manifestation of his affection for her differed from how he showed his love for you.

His domineering nature shielded her from experiencing any true pain. Every scrape, bruise, and cut she ever received was superficial, nothing that caused major bleeding or left a lasting impression. She had no way of knowing what had been done to you to cause the scars that marred your form, the torment and hell you experienced with each slash, smack, burn. Hell, she probably didn’t even really understand what a scar actually was. All she knew was that her mommy and daddy had strange marks on their skin that didn’t follow any kind of set pattern, weird jagged lines and indents that her soft skin was curiously free from. The mystery of it all was as puzzling to her young mind as it was enticing.

However, some mysteries were best left unsolved, and just as with each other time she brought up this hot topic, you found yourself unable to look into her clear, bright eyes and tell her any semblance of the truth. She may have been forced upon you, but she was your daughter. You loved her, and you refused to be the one to shatter her innocence. You would keep her ignorant for as long as possible, shielding her to the endless nightmare of your daily lives, even if it cost you your sanity.

“Mommy,” her voice jarred you, dragging you from your thoughts, “mommy did you hear me? I said I think they are pretty!”

“T-that’s… I…” You stuttered, struggling to find the right words to say, your voice coming out much smaller than you intended it to. The room felt like it had dropped thirty degrees, your body twitching in response to the sudden chill.

“Daddy told me he gave some of them to you, like this one,” her pudgy, cold finger pressed into the faded heart that resided on your chest, the first of many indelible sins he had etched onto your form. Only the top half of the carved symbol was viewable above the collar of your shirt, so she tugged at the loose hem until she could see it in its horrible entirety.

“Daddy said he gave you this one because he loves you so much,” her voice grew quiet, a thoughtful look in her eye as they drank in wounds you wished you could forget, “Daddy loves me too, right mommy? You think he’ll give me a cute heart someday too?”

You felt as if you had been hit by a train.

“S-top,” the words were forced from your throat, airy and breathless, as if someone was wringing your neck to make them come out, “p-please, just stop talking.”

“What did you say mama,” your daughters sing-song voice responded as her fingers continued to trace and prod your scars, “You are whispering, is it a secret?”

“I told you to SHUT UP!”

As if following your command, your booming voice instantly silenced the small girl. Unused to such a violent outburst from her mother, her happy-go-lucky nature quickly shifted to one of alert, her tiny body going rigid as she stared up at you with fearful eyes.

Seeing her in such a state and knowing that you were the cause of it would normally have killed you inside, making you fall to your knees to beg for the child’s forgiveness. But right now, the thin thread that had been holding you together had snapped, and your words rushed out in a torrent you couldn’t begin to quell.

“Shut up, shut up, shut UP!” You seethed, clasping your hands to your ears to try and block out your own intrusive voice, “Just STOP TALKING about it! What are you even saying? Why would you ever want to look like this?!”

Tears started to flood your eyes, blurring the image of the girl who had quickly jumped from your lap and was now cowering before you. Through your bleary vision, you could see tears were brimming her eyes as well.

“You… You have no idea,” your voice warbled, shaking in equal parts grief and frustration, “You have no clue what you are saying, so just STOP IT. KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK OF IT AGAIN!”

You slunk from the chair down to the floor, burying your face in your cold, stiff hands. The soft blubbering of your daughter could be heard through your own sobbing.

“I-I’m sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Hearing her broken voice began to shatter the spell you had been under, instant regret jerking you roughly back to reality. Your head sunk lower, your body scrunching itself up as tightly as possible to hide from this cruel reality.

Your screams were born from deeply buried feelings of hatred, tucked far, far away as a means of self-preservation. For a moment, you felt as if you despised your daughter, her existence tethering you to this wretched excuse of a life, binding you irrevocably to Ren. But as you lifted your heavy head, glancing up to stare into her young face, a face so very similar to your own, a face contorted in panic and sadness over her mother’s abrupt descent into madness… you realized it wasn’t her that you hated.

It was yourself.

Your daughter didn’t deserve this. She deserved normalcy. She deserved a father that didn’t pose a threat to her. She deserved a mother that wasn’t ruined by his hands. She deserved a happy and untroubled life, not to be stuck being raised in a barbed cage, navigating her way through life with nothing but the shattered remains of a battered woman to guide her.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked under the weight of your overwhelming emotions, snot and tears running freely down your ruddy cheeks and chin, “I’m so, so sorry baby…”

“What the hell is going on?”

You hadn’t heard the front door open, nor had you heard Ren’s jubilant greeting as he entered your home. He had no doubt been upset by the lack of welcome-it was one thing to be ignored by a child, but his doting wife? That was not something he was not apt to look past.

But surely any feelings of annoyance or frustration fled from his mind the moment he entered the room, his eyes falling upon your crumpled, messy form collapsed on the floor. You cursed his arrival, upset that he entered the scene at such a compromising time, right as you were struggling to regain an ounce of composure and properly apologize to the little girl who had done nothing wrong.

“D-daddy,” your daughter’s voice warbled as she barreled towards him, colliding into his waiting embrace. You wiped at your face in a desperate attempt to hide your previous outpouring of emotions, doing your best to avoid eye contact with Ren as his sharp gaze quickly flicked from you, to his daughter.

This had already become enough of a scene without Ren’s interference, it was best to try and begin damage control now.

“Daddy I-I made mommy cry!” Tears continued to pour from your daughter’s eyes, her face twisting into a look of pure dismay. Her misguided admission of guilt made you recoil, knowing full well it would grant her no favors with the person she seeking comfort from. “I’m really sorry daddy! I didn’t mean to!”

After several endless seconds of silence, Ren spoke.

“… You made her cry?”

His voice was far sharper than it needed to be, further agitating the precarious state of affairs. In most cases he would have offered your daughter leniency, letting her get away with far more than she probably should. However that leniency was null and void if you ended up suffering in the process. Ren could not forgive anyone that caused you any duress (himself, of course, being the exemption) even if that person was his own flesh and blood.

“What do you mean you made her cry? What the hell did you do to her?”

“I-I don’t know,” she wailed, a fresh wave of tears spurred on by the accusatory tone of her father’s voice, “I just told mommy I thought her marks were pretty and then she started crying! I wasn’t lying daddy, I like them! I think they make mommy look really pretty!”

“Her marks…?” Ren’s look of vexation began to dissipate as the meaning of her words donned on him. He lifted his arm, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his own scars to the little girl. Pointing a clawed finger to them, he leaned down until he was looking her in the eye, “You mean like these?”

As she nodded her head vigorously in confirmation, Ren tutted, “That’s the reason for all the water works? An innocent compliment started all this fussing?” He scoffed, shaking his head, “Isn’t that a little bit… silly?

You tensed at the sound of his barking laugh, your frown deepening as an amused grin spread wider across his lips. You wished that you could say it was shocking for him to have such disregard after finding the two of you in such an agitated state, but it was painfully in character of him to shrug off your misery and suffering as inconsequential. How he could so nonchalantly normalize this hellish situation he kept you and your child ensnared in, you would never understand.

Your daughter was apparently sharing similar thoughts, as her face began to once more morph into a pre-sobbing scowl. She was no doubt wounded that her father was not offering her the comfort she was seeking, her emotional state already greatly weakened by her mother’s venomous tantrum.

To help quell another round of tears, Ren pulled the child closer, wrapping her up in his arms so that her tiny form was nearly enveloped by him. “Shhh, no more tears angel,” he cooed sweetly, patting her head gently to appease her, “There isn’t any reason to cry, especially because… Well, you’re right! Mommy’s whole body is pretty, isn’t it? Her marks just compliment the beauty that’s already there.”

Slowly but surely, her tears began to dissipate. Hunched over shoulders loosened, and sniffles and hiccups gave way to even breathing. Like clockwork, her father’s gentle handling soothed her, the same touch that destroyed you offering her salvation.

As if under a spell, the turmoil that had overcome your daughter quickly began to vanish, her sobbing fading into quiet sniffles. Once she was fully calmed, Ren continued speaking, “That’s all you meant to say to mommy, right angel? I’m sorry she took it the wrong way, she’s probably just tired or hungry, you know how mommy gets. She’ll get over it in no time flat!”

Heat spread through your body at his flippant dismissal of your feelings, an indignant blush lighting your cheeks as you gripped your hands tightly at your side. Your previous emotional episode left you all but drained, but your will to fight back against his callous commentary could never truly be contained.

“In fact, I bet she is already over it now,” Ren’s voice took on a jovial tone as he directed his focus solely on you, “Aren’t you, pumpkin?”

With the ball suddenly in your court, you flinched as both sets of expectant eyes fell on you. Your own eyes darted from Ren’s piercing glare, down to your daughter’s wide-eyed look of unbridled hope. You felt much like the rabbit that had been caught by the fox, stuck in a lose-lose situation. Seeing him hunched over her small body as she clutched to him as a life line, openly concerned that her mother may once more reject her while her father remained a bastion of strength and understanding, left you reeling. Either you would get heated again and stay the villain, but possibly hold on to an ounce of your dignity, or concede to Ren and have yet another piece of your soul wither away and die-the price to pay so that your daughter could remain in blissful ignorance for another day.

“Aren’t you, pumpkin?” He repeated himself slowly, enunciating each word. The kindness in his voice serving only as a mask for the threat buried beneath.

“Y-yes,” you responded quickly, shooting them both a smile you hoped was convincing, “I am very sorry, baby. Daddy is right. Mommy is just… tired.”

A serene smile lit her face, your words placating her. Seeing her happy once more helped relieve a bit of the ache in your own heart, making the lie worth it.

“Good, good,” Ren affirmed with a nod, carefully detaching himself from your daughter as he stood, “but you know little one, mommy deserves some love too, don’t you think? She may have been in the wrong, but it’s not nice to make her cry like that. Why don’t you go give her a hug, hm?”

With no further persuading necessary, she quickly padded over to you, hopping on your lap with so much enthusiasm that it nearly knocked the wind from you. Her arms tightly latched around your torso as she smushed her face into your chest, rubbing it back and forth like she was trying to burrow beneath your skin.

“I love you mommy,” her voice spoke clearly, any hint of previous sadness long gone. You sighed, relieved that this dramatic chapter was over as you pulled your daughter closer to you.

“I love you too.”

During this show of affection, Ren had made his way behind you, slinking so deftly you hadn’t even known he had moved until you heard him chuckle softly behind you.

“This is what I like to see,” he spoke with a sickeningly dreamy sigh, “nothing makes me happier than when my two girls are happy.”

He placed his hands gingerly atop your shoulders, trailing them down until they rested on your arms. His thumbs pressed gently against the marred skin, rubbing in a small circular motion in an attempt to subdue you. His claws grazed your flesh, uncomfortably scratching against you as they snagged against your skin.

He planted a firm and lingering kiss to the side of your head, pulling away just enough that his lips grazed the shell of your ear. “There really was nothing to cry about,” he whispered breathily, his words quiet enough that despite your daughters’ proximity, she would have no chance of hearing them. “It’s almost unfair how gorgeous you are, scars and all. But you must know that, right my sweet pet? I tell you all the time.”

Ren took in a deep breath, releasing it in a shaky sigh, “Seeing these scars reminds me of all we have been through, all that we share. They are a symbol of our bond.”

One of his claws pressed down sharply, a small bead of blood pooling around the piercing. Leisurely he began to drag his finger up your arm, a thin red line following in its wake. You shivered at the burning sensation, but deigned to give him any reaction further than that.

“Don’t forget pumpkin, these pretty marks are a reminder of my constant love for you.” He chuckled softly, peppering a few kisses to the back of your neck while his claws slowly sunk deeper, “And right now I am feeling terribly sentimental, so for old times’ sake, why don’t I add a few more to remind you just how precious to me you are~?”

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cascader · 11 months

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ahh you're writing is just so... words can't describe how much i love it. anyway i honestly want one of each prompt that's how much i love reading your work! but if i had to choose #15? If you are still up to it!

aw this is so lovely and kind of you to say, thank you!!! truly truly made my day, and I'm so glad you've been enjoying <3 apologies this is delayed, but I only just got some inspiration! here you go!

She’s been watching him all night; she’s been watching him all year.

She knows when he enters a room. She hates it. She didn’t use to be like this.

She didn’t use to… notice people’s bodies? She was aware of hers, sometimes too much so, but never thought of others’. Until him. (Until his.)

His fingers are flexing on the neck of a butterbeer bottle. They look almost slender, but still much larger than hers, and she knows they’re calloused. He’s got a throat and he’s got an Adam’s apple, and that should be a mundane fact, but it’s not. She watches it move as he brings the butterbeer to his lips. (He’s got lips.)

He has eyebrows. They’re thick, and kind of hot. She thinks his eyebrows are hot.

He didn’t use to be like this; he didn’t use to make her feel like this.

She used to like being taller than him, back in first and second year. Relished in it. Got close to him just to look down at him, and she loved it, and she loved that he hated it. In line for the Potions storeroom last week, she found herself staring at a spot between his shoulder blades, and then at the width of his shoulders, and she fucked up the whole rest of the lesson. She excused herself to the loo halfway through to splash water on her face.

He’s wearing a short-sleeved tee shirt tonight. He doesn’t usually wear that. She’s not used to seeing his arms. And he’s got arms.

She’s grateful for the cool stone wall of the common room behind her. She’s flushed, and she knows it. He’s to her left, on the opposite side of the room, by the couches. He’s talking to Remus — no, that’s Peter, now.

He’s laughing, and fuck if she doesn’t feel that somewhere.

She pushes off the wall, waits.

Four seconds, five. His gaze finds her. His laugh catches. Jaw twitches.

She waits.

Eyebrow arches. He tilts his head toward his corner of the room.

She smiles, just a tiny thing. Tilts her head to her corner of the room — rather, to the staircase to her right.

She swears she can hear him inhale from across the room.

She takes a step back, and smiles. (They didn’t use to be like this.)

#hana writes #“used” and “use” have lost all meaning to me now so if I've mixed them up grammatically I apologize and lmk!#jily #jily fic #jple #thank you for the ask <3 #ask #ask game #anon

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deviouz · 2 months

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!!!!! also i just wanna thank everyone for the love ): my life is kinda !! hectic atm, but i'm slowly getting back into the swing of things <3 i might be able to work on some requests later tn after my paper and midterm, but no promises. make sure you guys are taking good care of yourselves! your faves would want that <3

#big thank yous to ardennes and sumi <3 #it's been so long since i've had like #moots.#i do not know how to behave #(throw back to my aot account era !!)#for those who read the tags #currently working on a ren (14dwy) fic for all of my yandere lovers #kinda wanna explore some darker elements to scratch that itch in my head #ren hana. you are next.#n e ways !!#. . . katy’s ramblings 🪐

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ariadne-mouse · 2 years

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Orym goes for the stone on pure emotional instinct. He keeps it in a pocket at his hip, next to where the pommel of his sword usually rests - it's easy to keep track of, there. Safe. Easy to reach, easy to hear if a message comes through.

He doesn't know what he's going to say.

Twenty-five words is not enough, could never be enough, to tell Dorian a fraction of what he feels, hopes, dreams. So much of it is new, fragile, things not fully formed nor admitted, even to himself. Seedlings growing in rich earth.

He could say, I'm so glad that we met,

and, thank you for everything,

and, I love you,

and, I love you-

and, I'm sorry.

and, I thought we would have more time.

And a dozen other things, not even considering more practical concerns like warning the Tempest about Otohan.

And none of it would be enough. Because what he's reaching for is time, a lifetime, to heal and grow, together, and find the ways their lives might overlap and become something greater than the sum of their parts. How can he encapsulate the loss of that chance in twenty-five words? How can he mourn all that potentiality, severed, like a limb cut off the great living tree that is the world? He has been part of the tree before, recovering from its wound, but never the part sliced away.

That he might live long enough to hear Dorian's reply, to hear his voice and feel comforted - this is even more far-fetched than managing to find and say the right words.

Orym should be used to not having enough time.

And he should be used to failure, too; as he failed to protect Will, he has also failed to find justice and closure. To bring answers back to his home. To prevent those he has chosen to protect from coming to harm. All of it.

His usual dexterity has bled from him into the dusty street, making his fingers clumsy. The Sending Stone escapes and rolls away: one last failure.

The only comfort now is knowing Will and Derrig will be waiting for him. Since losing them, Orym's idea of death has always held an element of going home.

"We've met before."

It's not a question. He answers anyway, as though speaking it aloud will help the knowledge take root in the world he is leaving behind. It's her. She's the one he set out to find. To stop.

"Yeah."

Pain. And then nothing.

Otohan's sneer is the last thing he sees.

#hi i decided to write something painful #cr spoilers #critical role #thanks hana for the read-through!#c3 #c3e33 #op #cw: death #orym #dorian #dorym #orym x will #ariadne writes CR #tumblr snippets #to be clear I think we'll probably get everyone back #but lima o'bean just HAD to flex the tragedy chops with the sending stone and mentioning will and all of it #so I had to chew on it via a snippet

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cc-sasuke · 2 months

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Happy Birthday Sakura 2024 [SasuSaku]

cc-sasuke Sasuke had been busy on longer missions again, but he made sure to return on Sakura’s birthday. “Happy Birthday, Sakura. I made you a ring,” he greeted then showed her in a white box. It was a silver ring with a cherry blossom like gem. While Sasuke was usually a private person who would do this at their home, this time his gesture was in public, he was that eager to show her when he arrived.

@hana-akari answered:

It was always sad to see Sasuke off on his long missions but when he returned it always seemed to bring them closer. The distance only made their hearts fonder for each other. Sakura wasn't exactly expecting him to come home early for her birthday but was overjoyed when he did. He had surprised her finding her while she was on the way home from work. Still dressed in her white coat. Sakura's face brightened up the moment her eyes landed on him,

"Sasuke! You're home ear..ly..."

He cut her right off presenting her with a box.

"A-a ring?!"

A gasp left her, and her cheeks turned bright red as she opened the box. It was every bit as beautiful as she expected it would be. People watched the two of them in passing. A rare moment to see them being so openly affectionate with each other. They've been together for a while but Sakura never had anything on her to show that she was his until now. She slipped on the ring, admiring it with bright red cheeks and a wide smile on her face. It fit perfectly. As expected. Sasuke was always perfect when he made things,

"If I didn't know any better... It feels like you're proposing to me." She might have dropped a hint or two that she wanted to get married to him. All her friends were already married and they've been together for so long... It just felt right. That and Sakura Uchiha had a nice ring to it.

Sakura threw her arms around him and happily embraced him, with a bright smile on her face, "I'm never taking this off! I love it so much! You didn't have to do this for me, Sasuke... I'm just happy you came back for my birthday. You being here with me is the best gift of all."

Sasuke returned to Konoha earlier than he planned, usually he’d arrived when Sakura was home after work, so it was nice surprise in itself. Eager to show her the ring he made for her, he ignored the people passing by in the background. It was rare for people to see Sasuke, he was almost like a celebrity, let alone him being openly affectionate with Sakura like this.

“Yeah, a ring, for you,” he confirmed as he showed her. Sasuke was happy that she liked it so much, and that she can tell people that he made it for her too.

“Is that so?” the Uchiha replied in wonder, the pressure of marring Sakura sure did weight on him lately, most of their friends got married after all. But to him, as much as it would make Sakura happy, it didn’t feel right to do it on her birthday. “Then it can also be a promise ring, with the promise that I will propose to you soon.”

With that said, he held then lifted Sakura’s hand to kiss it in promise. Sasuke later smiled brightly at Sakura’s happy embrace, so wrapped his arms around her waist securely in turn. “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I’m glad you like it, Sakura,”

“Even if I am the best gift of all for you. I’m not around as much as I would like, so the least I can do is gift you things upon my return like today,” he admitted. Sure the distance made them fonder, but he still felt bad for the loneliness Sakura had to endure without him.

“Happy Birthday.” Caught up in the moment, Sasuke pulled Sakura close and kissed her deeply on the lips. With such a passionate kiss in public, it just made things unintentionally obvious that Sasuke did just propose to her.

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wqnwoos · 4 months

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nobody asked for my favourite emojis but i’m giving them to u anyway 💐❣️🫧 💌🧸😵‍💫🐣

#thank u that is all #iphone emojis btw i have no idea how they look on anyone else’s phone #hana’s babbles

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blood-choke · 7 months

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hiiii! i just finished the demo and first of all thank you so much it was SO GOOD!! im obsessed with the dynamics of all the vampires but rn ESPECIALLY mc-val-clear I wanted to ask if we could get some facts about poor meow meow claire 🥺🥺🥺 like what her life was like before the events taking place in blood choke? literally anything about her fjdjfh she makes my heart go brRRR

thank you!!! <3 we will learn a little bit more about Clear in the next chapter!

at the start of the game, she's just coming home from work. she works as an EMT, and previously worked as a wilderness first responder.

she collects lesbian literature, loves thrifting random little knickknacks, she frequently goes hiking & camping, and she loves horror movies (and books)

she's a loner, so she spends a lot of her time all by herself. a typical day for her is the gym, then work, then just straight home. she works 12 hour shifts so her days are pretty long, with her usually eating and sleeping at the station while on call.

Clear's job was kinda her whole life, so the coming chapters will see her trying to adjust to living without it and what that really means for her.

#the next chapter splits similarly as ch2 and if you choose to stay with clear you'll get a lot of this right away #but it will come up for other players as well probably in ch4. im doing my best to make sure all players still get #to see all of the characters & their development even if you choose to spend some time w someone else #a lot of this chapter is val & hana tho. ch4 will see more of clear #it's just how it ended up working out #anyways. thank you again!!! :-)#clear rivers #ask #lyriumsings

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shuchu · 1 year

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hi my loves,

just wanted to give an update. i'm almost done with my final exam for this sem! i've been watching a lot of nijien again recently and i kinda wanna start writing again. i'm really rusty because i haven't written anything in such a long time but i think i'll start by cleaning up my inbox. i have so much sitting in there since last year ;w;

thank you for your patience and for continuing to support my works till today. i see all of the likes and reblogs and i'm really grateful <3 i hope that you guys will like my future works as well!

i hope you've all been well! looking forward to posting again soon c:

&& i've been on a MAJOR shu brainrot recently- this man is so pretty, i adore him sm ueueue

#hana rambles ♡#tadaima <3 #thank you for 1.5k+ followers <3 #smooches for you all

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hanafubukki · 8 days

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SILVER CAME HOME 💞💞💚💚 thank you for coming home sweetheart 🥹🌺

I have to tell you the story hahaha I haven’t laughed in disbelief in so long 🤣

*Pulling for Bloom Silver*

Me: Hey Silver, if you come home soon, I’ll write a sequel fic where Malleus is alive/awake…and is happy with his family *tempts with mal nui in front of sil nui*

*next pull, patterned coffin*

Me: wha-? *bursts into laughter* well, I guess I have no choice now andkdjdjhss

Well, I guess expect a sequel to this fic now (person who is sweating because she never planned to make a sequel to said fic)

#thank you silver for coming home early and loving your big brother Mal so much #now every time I see bloom silver on my #homescreen he’s going to be all ‘where’s my fic Hana where my fic’#ahsjsjjsjskd hahaha I need to think of something now omg #my laughter had my sibling asking what’s wrong with me 🤣🤣🤣#mumble said I should distract him with mushroom risotto and I think that’s a great idea hahaha #omg my stomach hurts from laughing #hanas thoughts

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mothwingwritings · 3 days

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WOW!!! I LOVED "The Innocent Act Of Dredging Up The Past", IT WAS VERY GOOD!

I wonder how Y/N reacted when she found out she was pregnant and how Fox allowed herself to keep the baby because he doesn't seem like someone who likes sharing attention.

Thank you so much darling!!! I am so glad you asked me this because I have been thinking about Ren as a father nonstop since that request. My brain has been full of many thoughts and opinions and I am happy to have an outlet for sharing lol. That being said, forgive my blathering. ^^;

(18+ and warnings for noncon, pregancy/baby birthing talk, incredibly unhealthy relationships, abuse, and being kidnapped/held against your will.)

Being impregnated by Ren would be absolutely dreadful for you, causing you to spiral into a pit of fear and despair the moment you miss a period or begin to feel queasy in the morning. With the signs starting to show, your brain comes to the instant conclusion that you are with child-his child, and it frightens you like nothing else before. At first you try and convince yourself nothing is wrong, that you are probably just late due to stress, and your upset stomach can be any number of things, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are pregnant. Any of your symptoms can be explained away by something else, so in an effort to try and maintain your sanity your brain churns out explanation after explanation, no matter how nonsensical they may be, in hopes of calming your rampant nerves by coming to some other resolution. A stream of constant lies and false reassurances play on repeat in your brain, forcing the thought that you may actually be a mother to the farthest reaches of your mind.

But the longer you wait and the more you dwell on it, the more you are faced with the inevitable. He never wears protection, you haven’t had access to birth control, and despite your warnings of it being a delicate time of month for you, his base instincts always won out in the end. There was nothing else this could be.

Faced with the reality of the situation, you were now tasked with the burden of sharing the news with Ren. You didn’t want to tell him, terrified of what his response would be, worried that he would somehow blame this all on you and hurt you because of it, quite possibly worse than he ever has before. But an even more horrifying concern than that is if the news actually pleases him. What if he wants to keep the baby? What if you were forced to carry this pregnancy to term while trapped in this grim environment, left to raise another human that shares half their dna with a man who has done nothing but cause you irrevocable damage?

No matter what the outcome, none of them are favorable.

But you didn’t have a choice, and you knew it was better to break it to Ren sooner rather than later, lest this whole nightmare become irreversible. In the event he saw things your way, you wanted this thing out of your body as soon as possible (though you loathed to consider what strings Ren would pull to achieve this, and what backwater procedure would be done to do so).

At first Ren brushes it off, not truly believing your concern. He’s had sex with you countless times without protection and just now you get pregnant? Seems suspicious, so he concludes you’re either overreacting or trying to get a rise out of him, potentially both, and that in and of itself riles him up. Are you telling him this as some kind of ploy? Are you using a false pregnancy as a means to get him to ease up on you a bit or as an attempt at escape? After all you had gone through together, after all the love he has lavished upon you by sharing his home, his life, his heart, with you… Would you really tell a lie like this?

He struggles with that possibility. Despite his inclination to feel otherwise, he has a hard time believing you would use a pregnancy scare for your own selfish benefit. You have always been a good girl, his good girl, and deep inside he knows this is not something that is within your nature to do, even if he does have some major doubts.

So, though he doesn’t truly believe your claims, he buys the pregnancy test more as a means to shut you up and prove a point than because he actually believes you. Needless to say, he ends up biting his tongue over that one.

When hit with the truth, his emotions are mixed. On one hand, he wants nothing to do with children or child rearing. He didn’t have to do much of a self-assessment to recognize he would be a shit father, and he never particularly wanted to be a father to begin with. His own upbringing wasn’t the best, he himself never really having a father figure that was worth a damn to guide him or show him any love or support. He had no parenting manual to go off of, and was sure that a culmination of having no positive family experience and maturing into the warped individual he had become led to no other conclusion than NOT being cut out for fatherhood in the slightest.

More than that however, the thought of sharing you, even with a life he helped create, really REALLY pissed him off. Thinking of all the nights you would be spending tending to the baby when you could instead be wrapped up in his arms, or all the attention and affection you will be giving some inept kid that could instead be going towards him, truly gets under his skin. He doesn’t WANT to share you. You’re HIS. And while a baby isn’t going to change that, he doesn’t want the needless competition to begin with.

But on the other hand, having a baby does have its appeal. It would be nice to bring a life into this world that loves him from the get-go, completely relying on him while being totally oblivious to all that has happened in the past. That sort of pure, blind love is hard to come by in this world, and the fact that he could obtain it so easily from a life he created with you, a human that has your blood running through its veins, is EXTREMELY appealing. And on top of that, you are sure to love the child whether its conception was wanted/planned or not. If you loved a child that was half his for the remainder of your life, would that not bind you to him for just as long? Though he didn’t doubt your loyalty (or his ability to keep you tied to him with no hope of escape), it would be a nice assurance to have in the rare event things did not end up going his way.

Once that thought enters his head, it’s over. No further thinking or future planning is required-he is going to be a father, and YOU are the beautiful mama! Congratulations! (Does he get off to you being pregnant? Did this pregnancy make Ren Hana realize he has a breeding kink??? Sources say yes and that’s your problem to deal with now. :))

♡

Holding his newborn for the first time, he has never been so nervous. Tears flood his eyes as he watches the small bundle squirming in his arms, his heart aching as they stare up at him with wide, pure, inquisitive eyes. He was no stranger to ending lives, but creating them? This was something entirely new, as exhilarating as it was scary. His smile grew as he stared at her small face, pleased that she looked so much like you. He could only hope that her personality would mirror yours as well.

♡

As time passes and the baby grows, you find out quick that Ren has a very ‘hands off’ way of parenting, which is to say he relies on you to do most of the work. And honestly, he feels that is fair. He’s the breadwinner who works hard to provide for you and the newborn, which leaves all other parental duties in your capable hands. You are left to be the child’s main caregiver, their guiding force to lead them through life, their teacher, confidante, and friend. It’s a daunting task, all residing solely on your shoulders.

Ren won’t readily admit it, but he much prefers it that way. All the abuse that he has suffered through from an early age, every heinous act of violence that has been carried out by his own hands (your wounds, included), all of it has turned him into something unrecognizable, something grotesque. Even if he wanted to have more of a presence in his child’s life, he knows he doesn’t deserve it. If he had too much sway in the kids development there’s a good chance they will grow up to be like him in some way or another, which would be a waste of all the love and hard work that you had put into raising them into being an upstanding person. Ren had made peace with who he had become, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep a cycle that someone like Strade had begun going either.

So, the baby more or less becomes your soul responsibility, and god is that a burden for you. It’s bad enough that you have such little support from Ren to begin with, but the fact that this is YOUR first time being a parent as well makes it all so much worse. You have no idea what the hell you are doing, and with Ren making sure to keep you as isolated as possible you had no one else to turn to for help, either. It was just you and this brand new life with no one else to rely on, if you fucked up in even the smallest way it could be devastating to the baby. If your daughter got truly hurt, sick, or worse in your care, you didn’t know how you would live with the repercussions, let alone handle Ren’s reaction.

If your life with Ren hadn’t already made you a strung out, nervous, irritable wreck, being a mother certainly would. As she continues to grow, Ren refuses to discipline the child at all, not wanting in any way to appear like a ‘bad guy’ to your daughter. Given the circumstances, part of you is thankful for that (you honestly don’t know what you would do if he turned his ire towards her), but it also just makes things more difficult with you. You are already beyond stressed about trying to raise a child in this type of environment, having no united front and constantly butting heads makes raising her that much harder, especially when any kind of rule you attempt to establish can so easily be overridden by her father who has no remorse over the frustration this causes, nor care as to how his flippancy may affect your child’s development in the long run.

It’s also not lost on you that being the sole disciplinarian also paints you in a less than favorable manner in your child’s eyes, something you are sure Ren has thought about as well. Being the ‘strict’ parent means your child will be more likely to hide things from you, or seek out her father instead of you for support, approval, and advice. Given whom Ren was as a person, this thought didn’t sit particularly well with you.

All you can really hope and pray for is that somehow despite the lack of social interaction and outside influence she will grow up to be a decent human. Even maturing under the delusion that her father is a noble man, even if in some instances you have to make yourself the villain, as long as it helps her out in the long run you’ll do everything you can to insure your daughter lives the best life she possibly can, whether her father helps you or not.

I think the REAL problems will begin when the child gets older. When she truly comes into herself and forms her own opinions, develops her own personality, and starts to forge her own way of life… It’s gonna be messy. :/ Your child’s autonomy is definitely going to be a point of contention for Ren in the future, and he won’t be so pleased if/when she catches on to his true nature and begins to rebel or straight up reject him. God forbid she tries and join forces with you or attempt to become your savior. It’s going to take a lot of cunning on her end to make it out unscathed.

Also, I kind of touched on it previously, but Ren would be incredibly horny the whole pregnancy. Not that he isn’t already incessantly slavering over you, something about seeing you round and full just makes him snap. Which is scary in its own right, Ren isn’t the most gentle of lovers to begin with and has a tendency to lose himself more often than naught, hurting you in the process. It’s a constant struggle to satiate him while protecting yourself and the unborn baby, best of luck to you! :D

(And he’ll definitely breastfeed from you. He’s gotta make sure you are producing enough for the baby, ya know? :))

#overall I think he would really grow to love the fun and cute aspects of fatherhood #but all the hard and gross stuff hes like OK I am out moms turn fuck this #and he would be fixated on making himself out to be the coolest dad ever. He yearns for it. His kid HAS to think hes awesome in every way.#If his child makes fun of him he will cry and think about it for the rest of his life.#it will be 3am 8 years later and he will randomly mention the time they laughed at him to you while lying in bed together and you are like #why do you even remember this? lul #anyway THANK YOU FOR THE ASK I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!#ren hana x reader #ren hana headcanon #ren hana x y/n #ren btd x reader #ren btd x y/n #fox tpof x reader #fox tpof x y/n #fox tpof headcanon #mothresponse #mothwingswritings

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yuquinzel · 1 year

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 1K MILESTONE !!

and all the milestones before for which i couldn't thank you, i really wish i could personally thank everyone, but I'm truly grateful to each and every one of you !! ^^

i started this blog w/o much thought, only really writing because i love it and for my eyes only— but with time, learning that people actually enjoy and appreciate what i love writing really encouraged me so much <3 and im sincerely grateful that you guys decided to stick along !!

i always remember your words of encouragement and support and it always helps me sm :') i appreciate you all a lot more than i could express.

and i hope you guys will be here for how this blog turns out in the future !! thank you so much once again !! <3

#໒ ‧˚🪽 — hana’s 1k milestone !#for a writer #i really can't think of enough words to thank everyone ^^#sending all my gratitude and love to everyone !!#hanation rocks >>>

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cannibalismyuri · 6 months

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WELCOME BACK SARA... MY BELOVED MUTUAL.... I MISSED YOU I KEPT WAITING FOR YOUR LAWLIGHT POSTS AND I FINALLY FOUND ONE ON MY DASH.... god has Blessed me today

HANA DEAREST MUTUAL HELLO !!!!!!! i missed u too <//3 AND LMG fortunately for u i rbed a dn fanart post and also fid a major fuck up on anotehr ask which. was unintentionally funny actually so ig it doesn't matter related to death note 💜

#thank u for being the sweetest ever of all time #sara's asks #hana <3

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