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A child of our own

synopsis: Your husband absolutely adores his little niece and it gives you hope he is willing to start a family as well. However the lack of communication on the matter is pretty apparent.

IMPORTANT author’s note: this can be read as its own work but actually it is written as a ‘continuation’ to @lunargrapejuice​ ‘s work  An unexpected surprise and I highly recommend to go and read it first to have an understaning of some things happening in my fic.

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader (with Kaeya and his wife in the background)

tw: established relationship, fluff, hurt/comfort, topic of pregnancy and children, wholesome brotherly bond between Diluc and Kaeya

word count: 6.2k words

Family AU masterlist

Becoming Diluc Ragnvindr's wife meant you not only married one of the most amazing men in Mondstadt, if not all Teyvat, but also added his brother's family to your own.

It was never an issue though. Bonding with Mrs Alberich was extremely easy and quick, so now you have a brilliant friend, who is always ready to have your back and team up with you against your husbands should the necessity occur. Kaeya, your husband's brother, welcomed you warmly too, quickly labeling you as his favorite sister-in-law (doesn't matter you are the only one) and jokingly expressing his gratitude for agreeing to bear with the epitome of grumpiness the redhead is (and getting a glare from the redhead in question).

However the most precious member of the family you are always delighted to see is their now five-year old daughter, Callie. The girl with tan skin and silky blue jay hair looks at the world through the eyes resembling her mother's with a smile inherited from her as well.

She is such a sweet dear with a heart bigger than her little body. How else would she be capable of loving her dad, her mom, her favorite toys and that horse Kaeya takes her on rides with, and then come to your residence and happily throw her arms wide to hug Diluc and you, giving you kisses and trying to tell everything you could've missed. Barbatos, she is even incredibly kind to your staff, Adelinde easily becoming her favorite person with her tea party organizing skills.

You are glad you stepped into the family not so long after this girl was born. You've been there to witness Callie doing her first efforts in repeating words. You've been there to hear how Diluc Ragnvindr, the wine tycoon and most respected person in Mondstadt, turned into Wuc-Wuc due to the toddler's inability to pronounce some letters. You've also been there almost every single time your husband shared a smile with her, brought her a gift, carried her around and just was a good uncle to her.

There is only one thing that worries you - Diluc's lack of communication on the topic of starting a family of your own.

It always surprised you that your boyfriend and then husband never brought it up. At first it was understandable - the very start of the relationship, both adjusting to the fact there is now a person to share the most mundane things with and the mutual want to do so, among just the two of you, and kids simply weren't an option. Yet complete nonexistence of the discussion is a bit disturbing.

It all started when Callie asked the stoic man if she had any cousins, to which he obviously answered no. The curiosity of a child wasn't satisfied with that so the next question was about the reason. 'Yeah, brother dear, why?' asked Kaeya when the Dawn Winery owner fell silent. Back then he just threatened to kick him out if he didn't stop, and you thought that maybe he wanted to talk it through with you first before speaking anything out loud.

However, he never approached you with the topic, and soon it made you restless.

It didn't help your anxious state of mind that the little wonder didn't stop at that. She continued asking Diluc about cousins whenever the two met and her father couldn't help but tease.

"Do you hear it? Do you actually hear it? Archons, our girl is on a mission to extend my brother's family it seems…"

That became a joke among you. The 'usually kids ask their parents for siblings, but here she is, pestering her uncle for cousins' one. Once she even ran up to you and tugged on your skirt, looking at you up with big pleading eyes.

"Auntie, Auntie, can you convince Uncle to have a cousin for me? Pleeeeeeease!"

And you'd be happy to do that, you swear. Your husband, though, does not cooperate.

You always tried to choose the best timing: showing your excitement whenever Callie asked for a cousin, attempted to propose the idea only when your workaholic wasn't swarmed in piles of papers, nonchalantly, as if out of the blue asked him about a name he'd love for a child… and all in vain.

With Callie he doesn't seem to notice the hint, attention fully fixed on his niece whom he doesn't see a lot, all your propositions are abandoned the moment you try to speak and name wonderings fall to deaf ears.

One time you nearly embarrassed yourself in front of Adelinde who walked in to bring you two some tea, just when the redhead once again shushed your attempts with a gentle tucking of your lock behind your ear to leave a kiss on your cheek.

You feel confused. He loves you, you feel it with every soft touch he places on your body, even if sometimes it's hard for him to express it with words. This inability to communicate is disarming though. You want to nurse a small baby with soft tufts of red hair and pretty ruby eyes, you want to be called "mommy" and hear your husband being called "daddy" and see an even brighter smile on his face as he welcomes his child in his warm embrace. But you can't even get a specific answer whether he wants a child or not. You are open to discussion, to any option, ready to compromise because you still have enough time for everything. Yet the uncertainty eats you alive.

It's been months since the first time Callie had asked that fateful question, and your confidence in yourself and your future is slowly dissipating.

Even less it becomes whenever you go to the city alone. When you are with Diluc, no one dares to even glance at you the wrong way, but when you are all by yourself hateful comments are whispered or openly thrown your way by jealous young women or the noble elders, who dreamed for their kids to share the happiness of wedlock (and his wallet) with the most desired ex-bachelor of Mondstadt.

The lack of children? Quickly becomes another proving point of you failing this marriage, because if 'everything was really fine, you would've given an heir to Master Diluc years ago'. You try not to dwell on it too much, having a full understanding of where this all is coming from, but the more you hear, the more you start questioning yourself.

This morning was yet another failure and a fruitless attempt to strike a conversation with your husband about the prospect of kids. Your trip to the city the day before and a new portion of belittling comments kept you in a gloomy mood, even the sight of your lover's bed hair and a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth couldn't help. So now you are sitting here, in the backyard of the winery with a table and chairs nicely set under a canopy. Your eyes are staring at the cup of tea, liquid has surely gone cold a long time ago. 

But with movement in your peripheral vision it is hard to ignore the way Diluc is playing with Callie, letting her squeeze and tug at his fingers and occasionally twirl a lock of his soft red hair while she bounces in his lap. Kaeya and his wife simply watch the two with a serene expression on their faces, sharing occasional smiles and chuckling.

You love your little niece, you truly do, but watching the love of your love be so… doting with her (as much as his character allows) is hard. You tried not to let your emotions take over in the morning, but with each passing minute and thought your composure is getting closer and closer to breaking.

"Uncle Diluc, when I'm gonna meet my cousins?" Here she goes again. What started as cute and hilarious now is akin to a hurtful reminder. You know the approximate answer he is going to give her, yet the hope is still flickering in your heart.

You glance at the two, awaiting his answer. You watch the man's lips tug into a small smile, making your very being flutter in delight, and a hand reaches up to softly ruffle her hair.

"Oh, little lily, are you still asking about this?" Little lily. The nickname he picked from Kaeya's 'my lily' and reformed into his own version. It stung your heart to know he was so willing to show an uncharacteristic side of himself to someone else's child yet never consider having one of his own.

"Of course! And you never answer!"

"I do not, do I?" He muses, fingers ruffling dark blue strands. "Well, I think what we have is already enough. Our family, the five of us, is pretty enough."

You hear it rather than feel. Your heart shatters when your husband has his verdict. Current state of things satisfies him, but why can't he just say it to you in an adequate way? It makes tears well in your eyes but your try to calm yourself, smoothing your skirt to keep your hands busy, but lord Barbatos they are shaking.

You fail to notice a star-shaped iris glancing at you frequently from the moment you've settled down to enjoy lunch. It is observing you with worry etched in its gaze when you eventually excuse yourself clumsily and rush to what the Cavalry Captain can only assume a secure place to cry.

He doesn't wait long to excuse himself too, quickly pressing a kiss to his wife's cheek and squeezing her hand, a habit he picked during her pregnancy and never abandoned, and then rushed to look for you. To his relief you didn't make it far, he wouldn't want you wandering into the woods and stumbling upon hilichurls or something worse.

He looks at your trembling back, a bit hunched as you lowered your head into your hands and tried to shrink. He can't have that, not when it's one of the people he let in his heart and allowed to stay.

"Y/n?" Your body moves on your own, turning to the source of the voice faster than you can stop yourself. Through the blurr you notice the signature low ponytail, an eye patch and a soft glow of Cryo vision on the hip. 

Kaeya…

You hastily try to wipe your tears, but a gentle hand wraps around your wrist, carefully drawing it away. Archons, you didn't even hear him getting close to you, he is really impressive. But his presence is grounding, you manage to get a hold of your senses and shakily take deep breaths and exhale.

"Hey, hey, my lovely sister-in-law… What could've possibly brought tears to your eyes?" he carefully tugs on your arm and you get the hint. Brought to the big flat rock you lower yourself with Kaeya following you. He still has a loose grip around your wrist and you are thankful for that, it makes you feel better.

In your current state you want nothing more but to open up to someone. It is a miracle that this someone is one of the closest people both to you and Diluc. You feel safe to trust him with the information and try to collect your thoughts. The man doesn't rush you. Thumb lightly presses on your pulse point with every beat of your heart to help to steady its race. The sun warms your skin, crawling under it and melting some of your worries away. What you are about to tell your brother-in-law is a private matter, but maybe an insight from the third party will finally create a stir in this dead end of a situation.

"Well…" you shakily start, fiddling with the fabric of your skirt. "You know me and Diluc have been married for some years now... And I never rushed him with anything, I know how important his job and other duties are to him, I know…" you stop to take a deep breath, the nerves are getting the better of you, especially with realization of what you are going to say next. Kaeya is silent, but presses his shoulder to yours and you gratefully lean into it, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders and support some of your weight. "But when I watched for awhile how he interacted with your daughter I thought he'd be excited to start our own family. However..." New tears almost make you choke. "However whenever I tried to strike a conversation on the topic, he always turned me down. I... I really don't know what to think, Kaeya… Is it too soon? Have I been too pushy? Have I read the atmosphere wrong and he doesn't want kids? Does he…" you gulp a lump in your throat, tears streaming down your red cheeks again. "Does he not see me as the mother for his children..?"

"What?" Kaeya's eye goes almost comically wide and his hand squeezes on your shoulder. "Nonsense! If Diluc ever wants someone to be the mother of his kids it'll be you. I know my brother, gentlemanliness and a bit of his old-fashioned ways aside he is an extremely blunt man. If he chooses to say something, he does, if he sets his mind onto something, then he is going to stubbornly do it, and if he decides to keep a person in his life, all risks considered, he will. And he decided to not only keep you in his life, but commit himself to you completely. From now on whatever it is, he will always choose you. Always, I promise."

You are trying to wipe your tears the best you can. Kaeya is completely right, you understand what person Diluc Ragnvindr - your husband - is, of course you do. If only you could understand some more.

"I just wish he was more open to discussing it with me when I attempt to. He must know that I'll never hold anything against him, even if he chose to tell me he doesn't want a child, yet, hopefully, but he doesn't even let me start… and the citizens…" you suddenly fall silent. Kaeya tenses, bad feeling stirring in his chest. He just hopes his suddenly manifested suspicions won't prove correct.

"Yes, dear? The citizens..?"

You glance at him, rubbing at your tear-stained cheek and reaching into your pocket to grab a handkerchief.

"Citizens say, that there should be someone b-better, someone who would've already given the Ragnvindr household an heir…" tears start to choke you almost to the point of hiccuping, head hung low and face hidden behind the embroidered tissue. "I feel so pressured and all I want is to just create a family of our own, to see my husband chasing our kid, to see him carrying them around and kissing them goodnight, giving them a cute nickname to go with and so many other things more… But I don't have any answer from Diluc, so I can't even say anything to the nobles, only swallow their critique down."

At this moment, as Kaeya Alberich wraps his arms around your shaking frame and brings your body closer to his chest, he knows that it is the time he holds the conversation with his brother. It is his turn to talk some sense into him and offer him an ear to vent and support to lean on. 

The Cavalry captain knows you are an amazing woman and you deserve the best in your life. So, he makes it his mission to try and make you happy, to see a joyful smile on your face and help you fulfill your dream. Sure he is not going to push Diluc into jumping right into the bed and start making a baby. He simply needs to encourage him to have a conversation with you, the one, where you both will finally bare your hearts and minds and hopefully reach some sort of agreement.

As your crying fit finally comes to an end, Kaeya lovingly pats the top of your head and ushers you to get inside the winery and properly wash your face - your eyes could use some cool water especially. He leads you to the entrance and watches you disappear inside and only then does he make his way back to where he left his wife, his daughter and his brother.

The latter has already passed Callie back to her mother, the two girls now standing a couple of steps away and petting one of the cats that frequent the winery grounds. Kaeya notices how the redhead is turning his head from side to side, a hint of worry on his face. Sorry, dear brother, he thinks, first you'll have to bear with me and only then you'll see your beloved.

"Hey, Master Diluc~ why don't we take a stroll?" He casually and leisurely walks to him. Flaming gaze clashes with an icy one, yet it's barely the same fierce way all those years ago. No, they both gradually softened up and had their moment of reconciliation. Kaeya only hoped, it was enough for Diluc to heed his words.

"A stroll? Maybe later, Kaeya, I am looking for Y/N. Have you seen her?"

"Your wife had to leave to tend to something and she needs some time for that. Why not use this time for brotherly bonding time? Come on, nothing will happen to your precious birdie if you let her out of your sight. You have a manor full of staff."

"I know, I know, she just left so suddenly… I wanted to make sure she is alright," as he speaks, Diluc stands up, putting the chair to its place under the table. "In that case, I guess we can go for a walk. A short one."

"A short one, I promise. Just give me a moment," Kaeya slipped past him, making a way to his little family. Diluc can't hear their conversation, but he can guess its contents. After that stunt of leaving his wife alone right after she confessed to him of her pregnancy, the man couldn't stop beating himself up. He made it his mission to give her a kiss and tell her about any of his departures to not make her worry. The Dawn Winery owner has to admit it is cute and shows how much Kaeya has grown up. Besides, he can relate to it, as he too always walks to you to give you any kind of physical contact be it a kiss or him wrapping his arms around your body in a secure embrace whenever he needs to leave for quite some time.

He is working on his capability of voicing the things that make him fall in love with you all over again, that worry him, that could comfort you… but lately, as children-related thoughts have been plaguing his mind he's gotten a feeling he is failing to do so. Your sullen expression this morning when he kissed the corner of your soft lips to stop you from speaking out loud of the one thing that kept him on edge for the past couple of months is quite an indicator.

He definitely doesn't expect Kaeya to raise the very same topic.

"Hey brother…" he hasn't noticed how they've already left the winery and walked to the lake behind it. Kaeya hums, evaluating the water surface. "I just wanted to ask, you know, about the kids," he bends down and grabs a stone. Contemplating how to throw it better and not getting from Diluc anything but silence, he continues. "No, no, I am not here to force you into it just to satisfy my daughter's wish, I swear. I simply wanna know, do you want to have one someday?" The stone hits the water three times before disappearing under. "And if you do, maybe you need some support and comfort? I will always be glad to provide it. After all, If it wasn't you who talked sense into me that day I... I am not sure where I'd be now."

Diluc is a man of few words, but right now he is out right speechless. Time does fly fast, huh? The least he would've ever expected for Kaeya to sound so dead serious and mature. Yet, here he is, staring at him with sympathy and determination hidden behind his eyes.

"No, I'm... I'm fine, Kaeya," Diluc murmurs, bending down and grabbing a stone as well.

"You are not telling me something, aren't you?" even if he doesn't look at him, the Pyro user can feel the gaze fixed on the back of his head. Kaeya has always been annoyingly perceptive, with nothing slipping from under his radar. "Perhaps it's your wife who doesn't want kids?"

This is not what Diluc anticipated to hear. Whipping his head around and searching his brother's face for a hint of mockery, he finds none. Kaeya knows perfectly well now that you are not the case, but he has to get a reaction out of him and fish the worries out of his mind. And when Diluc shakes his head, he already considers it one step closer to success.

"No, she wants and she even brought up the topic a couple of times, but I…" he falls silent again, but only briefly. There is a hand on his shoulder now, giving it a firm squeeze to send the message through all of that muscle mass and to his heart. Kaeya is here and he is ready to listen. It is another step closer to success when Diluc doesn't shrug the hand off and lets it stay, choosing to continue instead. "I always cut it off and I think I made her sad with that," the admission makes a dull ache in his chest appear. It's as if the flame in a fireplace is dying and suddenly he feels the need to express his worries, something he doesn't do often, especially if it isn't to his wife. "She is absolutely amazing and I know she'd be a wonderful mother to our children, but I don't know if I would be a good father."

An insecurity. A hesitance felt about the future. Self-abasement. And many other things the Cryo user hears in this one message and reads in Diluc allegedly unreadable and closed-off body language. Kaeya is all too familiar with the very things his brother is anxious about right now, he had not just experienced them years ago, but became acquaintanced with the shits on an almost intimately close level. He knows how to deal with it now, and he wants to teach his brother too.

"I think you are going to do an amazing job, Diluc. Look at my daughter, she absolutely adores you."

"I know, but it's not the same. Knowing that she has parents who love her and will always show her all the love they have and thus she'll never feel not loved I can be tranquil, showing her just what I can. But it'd be my own child, Kaeya. It would be me who would have to show them all the love I have for them and I don't know how. I am aware it is hard for me to express my feelings and I pray to Celestia every day for giving me a woman as loving and understanding as my wife is, but the child needs to feel love directly," Diluc Ragnvindr sighs deeply and turns to look Kaeya straight into his eye. "And to receive their love..? Of their love I am not worthy. I am not…"

The redhead expects his brother to agree with that statement - the owner of the Dawn Winery has done way too many unredeemable things to get his revenge after Crepus’s death, even now some of his actions in the name of secret protection of the City of Freedom if known can be considered horrible. To his surprise Kaeya only smiles and smacks his shoulder.

"Oh, shut up, you deserve everything and much more after all the shit that happened in your life. Think of it as Celestia finally having enough of ruining your existence and giving you compensation. Listen, being a parent is hard, I am not going to sugarcoat it. Snowflake and I spent many sleepless nights tending to our girl, we worried ourselves to the point of expecting gray hair to appear, and, personally I am not around as much as I'd really love to with all the work keeping me from my family at times. But! It doesn't mean Callie doesn't feel loved and cherished. Words are good, yes, but the actions speak louder. You are the man of action, you learnt how to express yourself better after getting together with Y/N. Am I not right?"

He is right. With you stepping into Diluc's life and deciding to stay every day is filled with love and comfort. He leaves the cocoon he put himself into all those years ago, and he feels relief from doing so. He feels free.

"What I am trying to say," Kaeya continues, bending down to grab two stones and give one to Diluc, "you two should sit down and have a talk on the matter, especially since it’s obviously worrying both you and her. Voice both of your concerns and work it out. Speaking from experience, a planned or prevented pregnancy is less stressful than an unplanned one. Just imagine how scared your wife would be if she got pregnant and, not knowing what you think about having kids, wouldn't know how to approach you. And would think, in case you agreed to keep the child, that you did it only because she kept asking you. Just please, talk to her, okay?"

The redhead stares at the stone in his gloved hand. Kaeya does speak from experience, knowing that his wife’s unplanned pregnancy was rough at first, hard on her while she kept it a secret not knowing what Kaeya might say or think. Even though it was only for a little while, Diluc can only imagine how badly she hurt when her lover didn't do anything besides run away, leaving her more confused and alone than ever. You shouldn't experience the same thing, and now Diluc is determined to never let it happen.

Two stones hit the water, merrily jumping forward, creating dancing ripples on its surface.

"Thank you," Kaeya glances at his brother again and notes the much calmer look on his face.

"You are welcome, brother dear. It's only natural for close people to help each other. Oh, one more thing before we return. I consider you worthy of having a family and capable of loving."

The Cavalry Captain doesn't fail to notice a small smile gracing the stoic face.

Diluc doesn’t approach you immediately. As much as Kaeya is right, the man needs a little bit of time to collect his thoughts and calm his crazy heart and rushing mind. He needs to be careful, he is aware his previous rejections to talk about kids might’ve made you discouraged and for the conversation to run smoothly it requires him being as emotionally stable as possible.

That night he notices you have been in some kind of distress, but doesn’t comment on it, since your body language obviously shows you are trying to cover it. Diluc just makes sure to hold you close to his body, sharing his natural heat with you and cuddling through the night. A couple of days passes when he finally makes up his mind, wraps his work up way earlier than he usually finishes and asks Adelinde to keep anyone from disturbing him and you until tomorrow.

"My flame, do you have a moment?"

Not long after the dinner was over today, you found yourself in the living room with a book near the fireplace. You were going to use it to pass the evening while your husband would be working on his paperwork before calling it a night and going to bed. What you didn't expect was to see the man appear in the living room a half of an hour later and slowly walk to you with the very question spoken in a soft voice.

You feel a little bit nervous now, sitting in the bedroom side by side with your husband, hips almost touching. Usually the proximity brings your comfort but the rollercoaster of emotions from a couple of days ago is still kind of fresh and the uncertainty of the upcoming conversation is making your insides twist and churn.

The clock on the wall is ticking so loudly in the silence of the big room. With each tick hundreds of thoughts run through your restless mind, but you know you are good - it definitely would’ve been worse if your husband had asked for some serious conversation the very day you burst into tears in front of Kaeya.

Finally Diluc chooses to break the silence and be the first to speak.

"My flame, I have an important thing to discuss. The one I've been putting aside for far too long," in this moment you gulp silently, tensing and not taking your eyes off of him. The man takes notice and tries to offer you a small smile.

“It is about starting our own family, my love. About having a child of our own.”

Maybe it is something about his soft tone or the way he is gazing at you with adoration swirling in his vermillion eyes but suddenly the worry leaves your body. It just jumps off the branch and flies away like a little bird, leaving behind the smallest disturbance in the air its wings created. This manifests in a nervous laugh of yours.

“O-oh, ‘Luc, you scared me here for a moment! Honestly I thought you came here to discuss the divorce, haha.”

When you look at your husband's face, you see the kind of Diluc Ragnvindr even you don't manage to witness much. He is bewildered by your assumption, not seeing it coming at all. To be completely honest he starts panicking. The prospect of ever ending your marriage and going separate ways never crossed his mind, and to hear that he made you simply think it could potentially happen… He is an idiot.

"No, no, no, my love, there is not going to be any divorce," Hot lips feverishly press kisses to your temple. You subconsciously lean in his caress, reaching your hands to his and contently sighing when his fingers eagerly wrap around yours. "Divorce is never an option when it comes to you, my heart. Why would you even think so?"

Even if he has an idea why, he won't let you shut yourself in, he needs you to talk.

"I thought…” you start a little bit hesitant but then realize that you actually feel pretty calm to speak out. “I thought you were annoyed with me for trying to talk about kids," you gently fidget with his fingers. Diluc's heart aches, when he hears you say that - and he is the cause of it.

"I am so sorry, love…" he tugs your restless hands to his and starts pressing a kiss to each knuckle. His lips are warm and with each peck this warmth is seeping through your skin and right to your fluttering heart. "I am a fool," he murmurs against your fingers, still tightly clasped in his. "It was never my intention to hurt you like this. I am," he is not sure how to form his next words correctly. Ruby eyes gaze into yours and see the hint of hope there. 'You two should sit down and have a talk on the matter' Kaeya's words echo in his mind and solidify the need to do so.

"To be honest, I was scared. I just don't know how to handle a child of my own, if I even can do so. I struggle to express my feelings to you, what would it be like if we were to have a baby? What if they hated me? What if they thought I didn't love them and I couldn't prove them overwise? What if I was not there enough? What if I can't protect them- both of you, actually? And I tried to bury it and enjoy what I have now, but it wasn't right of me to turn you down like this and make you feel like I do not care. I do and I am sorry, love. This conversation has been put aside for too long, so… if you are still willing to have it, I am open to it."

A palm cups his cheek and immediately he leans into it. His heart wants to burst out of his chest when he sees the soft look in your eyes. He thought you'd be angry with him, and you have any right to be, he thought you'd scream at him, punch him for being a douchebag, shut him up with this idea because the opportunity was wasted… Yet here you are, leaning forward to kiss him lovingly, thumb rubbing his cheekbone and the man melts. His shoulders slump and hands cupped both sides of your face, holding you so delicately as you share a moment of sweet intimacy.

"I can't say I am not mad at all at you," you start, once separated, but staying close, foreheads touching, "but I am glad you eventually came to talk. Yes, I do want to have this discussion with you, to know what our future holds for us and be prepared to face it with you. Together. So.. share a piece of mind with me?"

You two talk. You talk all evening and way into the night about everything you desire. You slowly and much calmer retell your husband absolutely everything you've told Kaeya and he does the same, holding you impossibly close, and whenever one of you feels nervous or hesitant, share a loving touch to ease up the tension.

You also tell him about the bullying by the noble group of the citizens and for the first time Diluc's jaw clenches in anger. Sensing your insecurity coming back, he hurries to reassure you once again.

"I want to have a child with you. And we will, I promise you, my flame. Stay assured from now on no one will dare to reprimand you for not," he grimaces, "'giving me an heir' sooner. Whoever even phrases it like this? We are having not an heir, but a child… boy, girl, I do not care, as long as this kid is with you."

Your face lights up, hearing these words and finally knowing the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for so long. His words feel like a lit fireplace when there is a blizzard outside - warm and welcoming, seeping to your very soul to wrap it in a secure blanket. It is the promise of the future you desire to share with the man who's been deprived of familial happiness for so long, whom you love with your whole heart.

"Please, do not rush yourself though," you say in the end, just before you will finally change your clothes to sleep. "We have time. Knowing that you are eager to have a child is really enough for me.”

“But I’ve made you wait for so long… Are you sure you want to wait some more?”

“I am sure. I want to help you ease your worries and experience fatherhood without trouble. For that we’ll have to ease your working hours, which means we need more time for everything. Oh, I know! How about this - I'll help you out with work. I know it will take awhile to clear up your schedule at least for a couple of weeks or maybe even months, but I am sure we can do it! We can use this free time and go on vacation! Relax and maybe then…" a blush rises to your cheeks and the man chuckles, softly pinching one of them.

"I married the smartest, most considerate and loving woman in this whole world. I love your suggestion. And I'll make sure we go on vacation."

"Really!?"

He nods and catches your happily laughing body in his arms, smiling himself. With you by his side he is sure, he'll be able to become a better man to be a good father to your child and the thought now doesn't sound all that scary.

When five months later you announce your pregnancy to the Alberich family, Kaeya knows that his brother and his sister-in-law are going to be fine - by the soft gaze of crimson eyes traveling from your happy face to your stomach and back, by the way you two are holding hands and giving each other a squeeze occasionally and by the general excited atmosphere swirling between you two. He gives Diluc a proud smile and the redhead nods, answering with a small one of his own.

Kaeya's job here is done.

And seems like Callie's going to get herself a cousin in the end.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact fluff #pearly family au

[nazukisser]

➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 04 | Dating

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

CHAPTER WARNINGS | attempted murder

PAIRING | Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

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You didn’t know when it started, but you could feel the sensation of being alive- the feeling of breathing, the sound of breaths, your head against the pillow, the blankets against your body. You were stiff, and it was bright- perfect reason to get up. Yet, it was difficult to- moving was hard, and going back to sleep sounded absolutely perfect. Yes, you’d stay in, even if you couldn’t sleep. There was nothing to do anyways, and Callie would keep you alive (bringing you food). 

“My lady, you have a guest,” Callie walked in, abrupt as usual. A groan escaped your lips before you could decide to pretend to still be asleep. It would’ve been nice if you could. Before being asked, she added, “It’s Duke Suou.” 

You bolted up. The Duke of Suou was here? Unprompted? You hadn’t set the day to today, right? No, you hadn’t. You’d set it to the end of this week; it was Monday today, and if you remembered correctly, the day had been set to Thursday. What could possibly bring the Duke of Suou, probably one of the busiest men in the entire world, here to your home on such a day, without an apparent reason? He was coming in completely unannounced, and to be frank, it was a bit rude. 

“He sent a letter,” Callie said, as if she read your mind. That was both a little scary and useful at the same time. But when did he send it? That was the question.

“At 5 in the morning,” she looked you right in the eyes. She wasn’t lying or joking. What kind of guy was up at 5 in the morning? Did he even sleep at all?

Well, technically, he didn’t break etiquette- since it was an unspoken rule that a letter be delivered hours before arrival- but it made the point of the etiquette completely useless if you didn’t read it before his arrival. You sighed. This guy was surprisingly dumb in all the cutest ways. 

He was already there, what could you do? You just had to meet him right? But he was waiting, and it was totally rude to keep a guest waiting for long. Before you knew it, you found yourself stepping into the one of the waiting rooms, the one where Tsukasa was waiting. You greeted him with a bow, as all the noble ladies do, and he made the effort to kiss your hand. Ah, yes, like how fiances should be. The two of you were fiances now, as per the contract that had yet to be written… 

He had a bit of a blush on his face, some hesitation. What was wrong? Was it hot? 

You asked what brought him to your estate this morning, and he simply answered, “I wished to see my wonderful fiancee,” A bouquet of flowers fell into your hand, red camellias. He came here… just to see you? Was he not busy? There was nothing urgent for you to handle? He simply wished to see you? 

You looked at his eyes. Somehow, they sparkled- somewhat starstruck. The currently romanceless Duke, in love with you? Perhaps he was simply stuck in the act. He didn’t need to try this hard; all you needed was to borrow his name. 

He looked at you for a moment a little too long, long enough for you to wonder what he was staring at you for. Was there something on your face? He swallowed.

“Uhm, I was thinking… if it isn’t too much, would you like to visit the shops in the Capital today?” Your eyes widened a little. He went through all this effort? To take you out on a date? 

Well, first off, were you free? Technically, you’d set it as a rest day, but it wasn’t work. You could rest tomorrow, and knowing him, he would allow you to rest whenever you needed… and surprisingly, as much as you wanted to sleep, you were surprisingly energetic. Perhaps, was there leftover adrenaline from last night, or were you unaware of your own excitement for today’s proposed plan? 

Whatever the case, Callie urged you to go. She looked at you with such intense eyes, which seemed to say “It’s better if you go.” Wow, Callie. Was she that desperate to go to the stores? Did she have something to buy? You sighed.

Sure, you’d go along with him. You were about to tell him to start going, until you realized- you were still in your nightgown. Ah, no wonder he was blushing. Though, the dress just looked like a dress, something you could wear outside into society in the 21st century, nobody ever wore just one layer here, sadly. You sighed, as you asked Callie to come with you to get dressed. 

Oh, he’d been waiting for a while, right? Had he had breakfast yet? You asked, and he nodded his head “no”- and to be waiting there without anything to eat or to do, it was a good time for him to have something, wasn’t it? He was known for having a bit of a sweet tooth, and it would be a perfect time to ask him what his favorite sweet was; after all, he’d asked you yesterday, and it would be unbalanced if you didn’t know his, right? 

So, you asked, and he displayed a bit of hesitation- was it too out of the blue? Perhaps he just wasn’t expecting it- or maybe he doesn’t eat sweets in the morning? The rumors could always be wrong; but considering how he’d sent a letter at 5am, this could possibly be revenge- if he didn’t like it. Though if he did, revenge failed but information required- and mission accomplished (found something to keep him busy while you got ready). 

Parfaits- strawberry parfaits. It was oddly fitting- maybe it was that it was red, just like his hair, sweet like him, or maybe it was the vibes in general. It was hard to tell, but that didn’t really matter. What did matter was that you had now obtained that information- and of course, since you asked, the parfaits would be prepared as well. One thing about being a noble was that you could ask for anything and it’d be made. It was nice, having a chef work in the mansion. 

Tsukasa had a smile on his face as you left; it was surprisingly sweet, and it lingered in your mind for a while. Perhaps he was just cute; he may be the youngest Duke in the Empire, but at the end of the day, he was just Tsukasa Suou. 

Callie came with you upstairs, where you got ready. Especially because the Duke was here,  not just Callie worked on your appearance but multiple other maids as well. It was ridiculous how long it took to look decent enough to not get stares… especially when you were with the Duke. The higher your rank in society, which was pretty high at the moment, especially since the incident with Erebus and your involvement with Tsukasa, the more you were expected to dress up. Those trillionaires wearing sweatpants like normal people better be grateful they have the option to. 

The maids were awfully busy, one doing your hair while another was fixing up your dress, the other preparing the bath and another sorting through all sorts of fragrances and herbs and such. There was no use arguing with them. It gave you time to ponder about things, and they would “uphold their honors as maids of this house”. It was a sense of pride about their work, it seemed. It might be cruel to deny them of that. 

By the time you were done, you didn’t even want to look at the time. In what seemed like just a few minutes, Callie had changed herself into clothes for going outside, so quickly and efficiently. Working for a noble’s house was awful, but there were a couple of benefits in some areas- that being one of them. 

You arrived outside with Callie, meeting Tsukasa outside. The butler reported that he “ate the parfait to the last drop”- it seemed he was satisfied. Well, that was good. He offered his hand to help you into the carriage, and it would be a waste not to take it, especially since the step was quite high for the heels you were wearing. When will the era of comfortable fashion arrive?

You waited for Callie to arrive, but before you knew it, she was gone. You asked Tsukasa, and he promptly answered “Ah, I’ve prepared a separate carriage for everyone else who will be joining us.” Ah, so that was where she went. You could see her so clearly, bragging about having ridden the Duke’s carriage, one of the most luxurious in the Empire. No wonder she wanted to go so badly. 

How many people were there? Was there really that many accompanying you, or did he want to be alone with you? If so, was there something with the contract he wanted to discuss? 

You asked, starting with the amount of people he was bringing along. There were knights riding alongside the carriages, but he said that he was planning to use the other carriage as storage… was he planning on buying something big, so much so that one carriage was not enough? Perhaps he did have some things to buy for himself… after all, running a dukedom required the purchase of many items, though it was quite the mystery of what exactly he’d need. 

Once again, you asked why he visited today. There were no eyes to pry, no rumors to circulate. Over the horses, the carriage driver wouldn’t be able to hear you unless you yelled. He gave the same answer: he simply wanted to see you. Was he free? Was he not a busy man? No, he was very busy, he said. Then who was doing his work? His assistant? You asked if he was really here about the contract, and he shook his head “no”. There really was no reason for him to be here, then- to be spending money to bring you to places. The Duke of Suou was strangely irrational. 

The carriage ride there wasn’t far, at least, since your home was near the city. By near, it was like an hour, but it wasn’t like it was much longer than an hour drive back home- although it was a little bit more bumpy. Nonetheless, this was the technology of the day, and there was nothing better available. The lack of modern technology really highlighted how good it was when you had it. 

It wasn’t long before you’d arrived, Callie right behind the two of you. He got off first, and you took his hand as you stepped down from the carriage. It felt good to be walking again, after such a long time sitting on the bumpy road. 

You found yourself looking for Callie, who was always with you. She was strangely useful, always knowing what you needed, sometimes even before you knew. She exited the carriage later than you, surprisingly, laughing and talking with the knights and other people the Duke had brought with him. Nobility was like being lifted and getting all sorts of nice things, but really, what was the use if it was so lonely up there? 

It was a little less lonely when he asked for your hand again, and you put your hand on his arm as most noble ladies do. He was satisfied, a smile on his face had formed. Perhaps it was cute. Before long, Callie joined right behind you, along with the knights as they kept a little bit of distance. It seemed she was having a good time. Perhaps they had a lot of good stories to tell. Seemed like it too; Callie always enjoyed a good story.

You’d gone to the square, where boutiques and shops of the latest and upcoming fashion trends were, highly rated restaurants filled the air with the aroma of sought-after dishes, and the work of artisans on display for those passing by to see.  

“I have a place I would like to show you… do you mind going with me?” he asked. Callie smiled; it seemed she would know what was going on. The knights whispered with her. Ah, it seemed they knew what was going on. Callie better spill the beans about this later. 

You agree to going with him; after all, he was the one who wanted to take you there. It wasn’t like you had any plans. He knew the way, and Callie and the knights followed the two of you (somewhat closely). The shops were pretty, and once in a while you took a moment to see the window displays. They’re like something that could get you famous, if you posted a picture on social media.

Before long, you arrived at a place called “Lili Boutique”. Lili Boutique… as in, the famous dressmaker Lilianne de Rass? Her reputation was widely known, and if you were lucky enough, you’d have to wait months to even have an appointment with her.

You looked at him as if saying “Are you serious?”. He had a smug smile on his face, proud of himself that he was able to reserve this on such a short notice- literally, hours. That wasn’t really any notice, though. It was easy to imagine- if you were Lilianne, you’d be flipping out on such a short notice. Additionally, Lilianne’s brother in law, Kaysian de Rass, is a Marquess- only second in power to a Duke- literally, only a Duke could pull this off. 

“Ah, yes, reservation for Duke Suou, correct? Come right in. Lady Lilianne is in her work area. She’ll be with you in the display area shortly,” one of the employees greeted you, dressed in a design you’d never seen before. You asked about it, and she’d replied, “Yeah! The lady lets us wear new designs to test them. There are a lot of them, and we get to keep them. She’ll keep making new versions until she’s satisfied.” Ah, that was nice of her. By the looks of it, the girl really enjoyed working there. A bright smile shone on her face; it wasn’t hard to tell that this was where she found her happiness. 

Before long, you and Tsukasa had reached the waiting room, with dresses and suits on mannequins, displayed with jewelry from the partner store down the street and hats from the store Lilianne’s best friend was also selling in the same space. Really, no one went to Lilianne’s Boutique just to buy a dress- they went for a whole look. 

Lilianne didn’t follow the trends- she created them. Thanks to her house’s connections, she was able to start the trend of “more comfortable fashion”. By more comfortable, she meant that the corsets didn’t hurt as much, and flats rather than heels were becoming more preferred. The dresses were lighter, and sometimes, she made the “joke” of a suggestion of wearing pants under the dress- just in case something undesirable happened. Though, maybe, that wasn’t a joke on her part. 

Measurements in one hand, her bun almost falling apart, even wearing pants strangely similar to sweatpants and a shirt strikingly similar to a sweatshirt, Lilianne ran into the room. There was no other lady in high society who could be excused for looking like such a mess. She’s gained a reputation for being a hard worker, busy as always, and if she wasn’t busy with work, then something unimaginable would’ve happened. 

“Oh gosh, Tsukasa, you’re really too much,” she laughed. Tsukasa’s mother often went here to buy dresses, perhaps they were close. “I heard you got a girlf- fiancee like, last night? What are you, seriously.” she grumbled. 

“You’re still quite ahead of me, Mrs. de Rass,” Tsukasa laughed, and Lilianne laughed along with him.

“Well, Carsein and I definitely didn’t get engaged overnight… unlike you two,” she chuckled. “Anyways, what are you looking for?” 

You couldn’t answer that- after all, you were the one who was taken to this place- but Tsukasa did. 

“I’d like to have a few dresses made for her.”

“Anything you want specifically?”

He looked at you. Uh, whatever was trendy? Though, this really wasn’t the place for that, especially because this place was known to create the trends, not follow them.

“The best I have? Well, you have to give me something, girl. I don’t just whip up ideas like magic,” she sighed. She spoke so “modern”... rumors say she was found on a lake maybe she was reincarnated there. That wasn’t part of the novel… 

Well, perhaps it would be good to look at the practical side of it. You’d be wearing it with Tsukasa, who had always worn black, purple, or red. Those were his family colors, the ones on the Suou flag. He was praised from a young age for possessing those same colors, purple in his eyes and red in his hair. They believed he was born to be the true representative of the Duchy of Suou. 

If you were to match, perhaps red would be the choice. No matter what he wore, it’d match with him. Plus, you’d met in a field of Red Camellias. It would be good publicity if you had requested something to do with those… perhaps it was a little bit special. It wouldn’t be too much if you requested something meaningful from the Empire’s greatest dressmaker, would it? 

“Oh my gosh, y’all are literally so romantic,” Lilianne smiled. “Anything else?”

You turned to Tsukasa. At this point, that was all you had. He probably knew more about dresses than you; though, maybe the original owner of your body was more acquainted, but the Empire was far too complicated with matters like these. 

“I trust that you’ll be able to create a dress from that?” he asked Lilianne. Wouldn’t that translate to “Just work with it”? Lilianne sighed and gave up asking. 

“Alright, let’s get your measurements,” Lilianne got up to get the things she needed. Despite the amount she talked, she was incredibly quiet and focused on her work. Perhaps that was what passion did to someone. By the time she’d written everything down, you’d had enough time to look at the dresses available. Shopping was incredibly slow paced, but at least you weren’t rushed. You could take your time, and nobody would ever put blame on you. After all, the place was fully reserved. 

There were a few dresses that caught your eye by that time, and Tsukasa was fully prepared to pay for it. But you could pay for it yourself. You were of noble origin, and that did mean you had a thing called: money. You asked for Callie, and for a moment it seemed like she wasn't there. However, when she appeared, she was wearing an entirely new dress. It was gorgeous, actually. 

You asked if she had brought money for you, from your own allowance, and she said, “Yes, I knew you’d want me to bring it.” So, you made haste in telling Lilianne that you’d pay for your dresses, until Tsukasa started insisting to pay for it. As you were negotiating with the Duke, Callie butted in, “Can you pay for my dress, and he pays for yours?” 

You were done. You were done. You were done arguing. You were not going to deal with this any more. It was like talking to a wall, and then another wall showed up. Hands up, you agreed. Fine. Tsukasa objected with, “I’ll pay for yours as well-” until he was interrupted with Callie’s signature glare. 

He shut up pretty fast. That was the only way to describe it. Callie knew how to talk with eyes; she was pretty good at it. Maybe she could teach you, though she’d likely respond with “There are better things for you to learn, my lady.” 

You walked out with a sigh, and it had been hours that you were in Lilianne’s Boutique. After that argument, it was quite awkward, between you, Callie, and Tsukasa, but as soon as you left, he seemed like he remembered something. 

“My lady, would you like to visit Diamond Lotus Bakery? I heard they have wonderful sweets here,” he offered his arm for you to hold, which you took. It felt nice, actually. Diamond Lotus Bakery was quite a popular bakery, and many couples and families often went there to visit. There was a large variety of sweets not only from the Empire but sweets also from neighboring and far away nations. It was truly a one-of-a-kind place. You’d heard a lot about the person behind it all, Mio, who had moved to the Empire at a young age and pursued both baking and music, and every item sold and every piece played had been made by them. Yet, despite the popularity of this mysterious figure, no one had ever seen their face. Every note from Mio was signed off with a doodle of a cat, and all the people who worked there had simply begun saying their boss was a cat.

It was definitely a nice place to go to, and so you accepted, especially because you hadn’t eaten in hours, and after that “argument” with Callie and Tsukasa, putting something in that stomach of yours would help. 

You and Tsukasa sat down at your own table, while Callie got her own. You were given a menu, which listed all kinds of sweets and snacks. They all looked so good, and it was easy to tell that Tsukasa had decided on what he wanted quickly; it seemed that he was a frequent customer. 

Before even you and Tsukasa had managed to order something, you found yourself looking in Callie’s direction, ordering for herself. Huh, you didn’t know she was fond of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and marshmallows. It was surprising how little she let other people know about her. 

Before long, someone came to take your orders, and by the time that was done, Callie had taken out a book and started reading. You wondered what it was, and Tsukasa had read it aloud before you’d figured it out. That idiot- what if Callie had heard him and realized you were trying to figure out what she was reading? 

It wasn’t until the sun started to set that the thought about going home occurred to you. Being outside in the dark was dangerous, actually- bandits roamed the roads around that time, trying to get unsuspecting and tired travelers. It was hard to see, which made them harder to identify too. So, as much as it was fun being out now, it was better to head home before it got dark- and so, you, Tsukasa, and Callie headed out. 

Luckily, by the time you’d gotten back home, flopped onto your bed, you hadn’t been attacked and arrived home safely. Tsukasa’s “I’ll miss you” expression, which effectively doubled as a “please please please..?” expression, was strangely memorable. It’d taken almost all of your energy to change into pajamas, and before you knew it, you’d hit dreamland. 

You felt the bed move, something got on it. It was cold, and the moon shone in your eyes; it was hard to stay asleep, yet it was still hard to see. You just knew that something was wrong, and before you knew what was going on, your hand was over your throat, and your hand had been stabbed by a knife. 

Before you knew who it was, the person bounced off, managing to hit the plants by your balcony doors before leaving, yet as they left, their hood loosened and a necklace shown, and there was only one person who had that necklace- Mairi, the original protagonist of the story, and your “longtime friend”- who was supposed to be at the Academy.

WORD COUNT | 3994 words

NOTES FROM QIAN | hi this series is extremely self indulgent. if you would like to join the taglist, please send an ask, thank you! [ tags in the reblogs ]

#enstars #ensemble stars #suou tsukasa #tsukasa suou #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #suou tsukasa x reader #tsukasa suou x reader #esworks

[gallawitchxx]

fic writer interview ✍🏼✨🗣

many moons ago, i was tagged by some beloveds (of which i remember @squidyyy23 & @shameless-notashamed but i know there were more!) to do this fic writer interview. since it's been going around again, i've been tagged by @energievie @very-sleepy-head & @thisdivorce, so without further ado, HERE IT IS:

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1. How many works do you have on AO3? 26 -- 24 fics & 2 art series!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 145,909

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? M8TE | where you end & i begin | an exception to the rule | a seven letter word for love | tell me what you want, baby

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i do! i try to at least! they mean the world to me & i love how interactive fic writing can be!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? oh gosh.... maybe no matter what tomorrow brings, which i wrote for kinktober 2021? the ending is fairly sweet, but it's 7x11 canon compliant, so we all know they say goodbye the next day 😭

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? definitely an exception to the rule. it's the only wedding i've ever written lol.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written? not yet! & no plans, but never say never?

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic? not really, which i'm grateful for!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? hell yeah. existential, feral, it's all hot to me!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? also not that i know of!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope. i'm definitely not opposed, but i do enjoy working by my little lonesome. i would like to do more fic/art collabs though in the future!

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship? feels a bit obvious, no? 😉

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? i don't have any current wips! but i do have a couple ideas knocking around... southside shrouds & another calli prompt that's weaseled its way in! we'll see!

15. What are your writing strengths? i think my metaphors & use of descriptive language is unique! i also love weaving canon lines into au's in ways that are hopefully satisfying!

16. What are your writing weaknesses? oooh this one's interesting & to be honest, i'm pretty up my own ass at the moment, so nothing? lmaoooo. i'd like to improve on world-building. i can really rely on folks's understanding of the characters in canon to fill in the blanks when i slack on adding details.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in your fics? i don't mind when other's do it, but i don't think i will? unless the scenario called for it. but i would never want to get it wrong, so i'd have to consult with native speakers!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for? this one! though technically i've been writing a shakespeare au in screenplay form for years.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? i really love the boys of red, white & royal blue. but so far i haven't felt called to write. just shove fics in my face.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? probably M8TE. but lord, what a sophie's choice moment 😉

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i'm not going to tag anyone because i was already in everyone's inboxes this morning, but if you wanna play, do it & tag me, ok? xx

#this was a nice way to wrap up the year! #i'm so so happy with my work in this space & so glad to be collaborating with so many incredible writers & artists! #it's just really... so special!!!!!! you know????? #fic writer interview #tagged

[freedomfireflies]

Promises, Promises | 4. Will The Real Calliope Please Stand Up?

Summary: Callie and Harry are both trapped in a house with a murderer.

Only problem? They each think the other person did it.

Word Count: 2k

Callie can only blink up at him, a million and one thoughts running through her mind.

And then... she laughs.

"Are you kidding me?" she scoffs, leaning away from him. "Are you stoned or something?"

Harry smirks but shakes his head. "No. No, actually, I'm just right. See... you fucked up, Calliope. You left your fucking letter on the goddamn train tracks for anybody to find."

Now... her heart really does skip a beat and her relaxed smile quickly fades.

She'd forgotten that while Harry might be a gigantic pain in her ass... he's also a gigantic part of her childhood.

They used to walk to and from school every day along those tracks, spending most of their evenings in those same woods until the sun went down.

They had grown apart once high school started, which wasn't a huge surprise to Callie, but she never thought he'd remember their old stomping grounds.

Much less still go there.

She's never seen him there before, and she definitely would have, seeing as she's always there. After all... it's her happy place.

The tracks haven't been used in years, with grass and weeds beginning to grow over them, but that only makes it feel more like a sanctuary to her. A quiet reserve for her and her mind. 

And it's in that same reserve that she decided she couldn't take it anymore.

She'd written the letter there. With no intention of ever acting on it... but she can't believe she left it. It must have slipped from her pocket when she wasn't looking.

And of course Harry would be the one to find it.

She steps back, eyes narrowing as she glares at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

But her annoyance only confirms his suspicion, and he clicks his tongue in disappointment. "Come on... you can do better than that, can't you?"

Callie can feel her skin growing hot under his stare and her anger begins to rise. How could she be so stupid? "You're an asshole. My best friend is dead. She's... she's... she's just gone, and you think I did this?"

"I think you wanted to, yeah," he agrees, lips curling up smugly. "But I don't think you did it. I don't think you know who did it... do you?"

She continues to shoot a dark look his way, refusing to acknowledge his accusation.

And then... he reaches for something in his back pocket.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he then retrieves a crumpled piece of paper, unfolding it until a familiar pen stain appears.

And she knows exactly what he's about to do.

In a heartbeat, she lunges for the paper, desperate hands grabbing for the item as he quickly lifts it into the air above both their heads, smirking down at her as she jumps up.

"Uh uh," he tuts, his tone low. "Settle down, Calliope."

She grunts, still standing on the tips of her toes to greedily grab at the paper, but to no avail.

His head tilts up as he begins to scan the words on the page, clearing his throat before he begins. "I can't take it anymore," he reads aloud and her breath hitches, the familiar pain resounding in her ears as fresh as the day she wrote it. "All these people. These faces. They mean nothing."

She tries yet again to jump for it, but he moves it from one hand to the other, now turning away from her and forcing her to step back with a huff.

"I watch... I wait. For something. For anything. To feel what I'm supposed to feel." His voice is still a low grumble, but he's mocking her. She knows he's mocking her. "They don't understand what they do. Don't understand that their lives are meaningless."

She steps back. Again. And again. Her eyes shoot daggers at his back until he turns around to look at her, still smiling as he returns his focus to the paper.

"Their only purpose... is to die," he finishes, head tilting, as if amused. "Then, maybe they'll finally understand how little they mean. How little they matter. I can show them exactly what their purpose truly is."

Her hands ball into fists by her side, taking slow, deep breaths as he finally lowers the paper and meets her eye.

"Poetic," he hums, slipping it back into his pocket. "Really. A little rough in some places, but overall, not bad."

"That doesn't prove anything," she mumbles, struggling to find a way out of this.

His arms cross and he leans back against the wall. "Proves plenty. You made those invitations, sent them to everyone you fucking hate, and brought them here to die. To fulfill their purpose, I believe you called it."

Her lips press together in a thin line. "You sound ridiculous—"

"Do I?" His voice deepens. "Come on, I gotta know... what was your plan? You know, before it all went to shit. What were you gonna do? Gonna lock us all in here? Got some smoke bombs hidden around here or some shit? What?"

Her head begins to shake, refusing to acknowledge him. Refusing to play into his game. Refusing to admit defeat.

"Tell me, Calliope," he urges, stepping closer to her until she's backing away from him. "What were you gonna do, hm? Hurt us? One by one? Watch us bleed? Make us beg you for mercy? Is that what you wanted? Wanted to hear us beg you for a life you don't think we deserve to live?"

He's taunting her. It's all she can hear in her head. The cruel tone of his voice. His condescension. His disbelief.

Her eyes squeeze shut. This is not how it was supposed to go, she whispers to herself. No, no, no.

"What happened?" he continues, walking even closer. "Huh? How did you lose control so fucking fast? How did you lose your fucking nerve that quickly? Couldn't fucking do the one thing you were supposed to, could you? Someone else had to do it for you. Somebody else is playing your game... and winning—"

Her hands meet his chest, now only a few inches from her, and she shoves as hard as she can. "Enough!"

He stumbles, barely, but she doesn't care. She only cares about getting him to stop talking. 

And he does, his grin now much wider as he looks down at her, hands shoving back into his pockets. "Not the same little girl I used to carry home every day on my back, are you?"

She moves against the wall, her back meeting the hard surface as she glares at him, crossing her arms similar to the way he had before.

"This is a good look for you," he continues, exhaling a laugh. "No, really. Just a little ball of rage and mass genocide. Goes great with the bow."

"You're such a dick," she finally sneers, her eyes narrowing even more as she scoffs. "Just as fucking pretentious as the people you claim to hate."

At the use of such foul language from such a sweet mouth, Harry's arrogant grin doubles in size. "There she is. The real Calliope St. James, everybody. Come on... take a bow."

Another scoff. "This is why we aren't friends anymore—"

"Wrong, Princess," he interrupts. "We're not friends because you stopped coming around—"

"I stopped coming around cause you started hanging out with those assholes—"

"You mean Derek."

Her lips purse shut. "No, not just him—"

"Yeah. Yeah him," Harry corrects. "And Brittany. And Angela. And Mark. Is that what this was all about? Got your fucking feelings hurt cause I got some new friends?"

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Callie retorts with disgust, looking away. "Always have been. That's why we're not friends."

"Yeah? So that's why you brought me here?" he questions. "That's why you wanted to kill me?"

Her face scrunches up with contempt as she turns back to him. "I didn't send out those invitations."

"Come on," he snorts, eyeing her closely. "We're past the bullshitting now, aren't we?"

"I didn't," she insists, her tone growing more aggravated. "Yeah, I wrote the letter, but I didn't write those invitations. Why would I have sent one to myself?"

"So you wouldn't look like a suspect," he replies coolly. "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you had everything figured out. I mean, except for the part where you lost control of your own fucking game—"

"So it was you," she cuts in, stepping forwards. "Typical, always finding a way to fuck shit up for me—"

"I told you, I didn't do this," he scoffs, waving his hand towards the closet door where Lexi still hangs. "I was in the fucking kitchen with you, how would I have done this?"

"I don't know, maybe you have help," she retorts, hands finding her hips. "Maybe you've been playing us this whole time—"

"Us? Who is us?" he repeats. "You and Lexi? Really? You think I give a fucking shit whether or not you two believe me?"

"Fine, so you didn't do it and I didn't do it," she grunts, now glancing towards the closed bedroom door. "That means someone else in the house did... and I don't know who."

"Are you sure about that?" he snorts, looking over as well. "After all, it was your idea—"

"My idea wasn't this dumb," she interrupts, shotting another vile look his way. "This kind of stupidity has you written all over it—"

"I'm touched," he smirks, hand going over his heart mockingly. "Really. No, give me another compliment, come on—"

"Forget it," she grumbles under her breath, now moving towards the door. "I'm not doing this. I don't know why we're here but I'm not gonna spend my last few moments with you."

"Well tough fucking shit cause you don't have anywhere else to go," Harry reminds her cockily. "You either die out there or you live in here—"

"I'd rather die than stay in here with you," she tells him, and for the first time, she actually means it. "I'll figure this out on my own."

"Like fucking hell you will," he scoffs, moving closer to her. "No, you need my help—"

"I don't need you—"

"Nice try, Princess, but maniacal letter or not, you're not the fucking ninja you think you are—"

"You're so annoying—"

"And you're so naive," he retorts, placing his palm on the door she had cracked open so he can slam it shut. "Use your fucking head, Calliope. If somebody else is playing your game, that means you're already losing. You don't think you were invited here just to watch, do you?"

She hates to admit it, but he has a point and her heart sinks as she looks up at him. "No, but... don't you think they'd have killed us by now if we were really who they were after?"

"Not unless they wanna play with us first," he mumbles, brows creasing together. "Until we're the last ones left."

She returns her focus to the door, staring down at the handle as she forces herself to think. "Then maybe we don't give them the chance."

He watches her closely, and she wonders if she really can trust him.

But then, she decides... she doesn't really have a choice.

"I picked this house for a reason," she tells him, now cracking the door open once again. "It was built in the 1800's and has more secret doors and hallways than you could ever imagine."

Now he begins to smirk, seemingly pleased with her admission. 

They begin to sneak slowly out of the room, with Callie leading them towards the staircase.

"We have two choices," she tells him as she stops on the ledge, now crouching down to flip the end of the rug over. 

Beneath, a latch door, and Harry's eyes widen as she looks up at him.

She quickly opens it, lifting it up and resting it to the side as she sighs. "We can either find our way out of this house and never look back..."

Harry crouches down as well, now looking over her face.

"... or we can stay and find out who the fuck is really behind all this," she finishes, meeting his eye.

They hover near the edge of the crawlspace for a moment as Harry's brows furrow together.

She already knows what her answer is.

She just needs to know if he's in... or out.

And right when she thinks he's gonna pussy out... he begins to smile.

"Let's find the fuckers," he declares, arms resting over his knees as he smirks. "And take the fucking game back."

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[ghosthoodie]

Hmmm can you maybe tell us a little about this au? Like how everyone reacts n stuff

HI ANON! i wanted to wait a little bit to reply to this because this post was for april fool’s and i wanted to keep the sort of surprise a secret LOL. but i’ll entertain you cuz i love making my characters suffer.

i don’t PLAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN in my storyline for them. i want them to be alive :). but if you want to indulge yourself in some depression here you go

TW: major character death, suicide ideation.

Sicily is rightfully devastated. after Kaity is confirmed dead, she immediately calls off the whole campaign. she tries to keep her cool, but as they prepare to leave, Pearl woefully tells her they can’t keep the body because it’s at risk of bringing the coral disease to the surface. this sends Sicily over the edge. she curses out Pearl and Marina, telling them that if she were here this would’ve never fucking happened, and that they should be fucking ashamed for their negligence. how Kaity was fucking everything to her. when she runs out of words, she screams until her lungs and eyes run dry, leaving her a husk curled up on the ground. Pearl, after recovering from the pure sting of the yelling, plucks Kait’s ring off of her necklace and gives it to Sicily. she grips it tightly, wordlessly.

when she returns, she starts painting again. she paints kait. she studies every photograph she has of her and wishes she took more. she learns every angle and every curve of her body. all she sees on her canvas is kait, modeling for her as if nothing were ever wrong. when she’s not painting, she’s sleeping. she yearns for her presence through any means possible. any.

Caroline is traumatized. she knew the effects were something to be concerned about, but she didn’t know it would go this far as to kill her. she mentally kills herself that she didn’t notice any effects sooner. she moves out of the apartment she shared with Kaity and moves in with Sicily, of course bringing all of Kait’s stuff with her. she moved partly because she couldn’t stand the ghost of someone’s prescence in their home, and also to keep an eye on Sicily. she can’t look at the number 8 anymore. Kirakira doesn’t know how to react, but after some thinking starts planning a memorial. he stays stone faced until the day comes, when he can’t control his emotions. he’d never cried like that in his life before, ever. after about a month he opens the memorial to the public, and lets a bunch of news companies know. eventually it even gets to the Anarchy Splatcast. her makeshift grave is stacked high with flowers, octopi merchandise and octoling models from magazines, and letters written from the public. he reads and views everything given to Kaity, and eventually stores and files it all away. he’d always been a fan of organizing things, especially with Kaity. he looks at it as them spending time together. Trikaya and Mitsuo are left distraught. they didn’t know Kaity that well, but instead notice the difference in Sicily’s behavior. she was no longer someone who they thought indestructible. she was hollow. left without a source of stability, and brought down by the heavy mood of the death of someone they didn’t know, they struggled to socialize with anyone from the NSS. eventually, callie and marie take the responsibility of taking care of them from Sicily. they still write her letters and make her trinkets, to which she sometimes writes back. Sicily would never want to worry anyone by saying this, but they’re the only forces keeping her alive.

Pearl and Marina mourn her as if they had lost a child. they feel guilt and grief, with each of them experiencing it totally differently.

Pearl becomes very protective of Marina. she almost sees a similarity in their past and current behaviors, and fears the same thing may happen to Marina, too. she takes her to every doctor and uses any and every method of science and pseudoscience to make sure Marina’s body is clean of coral. she also invites Sicily and Caroline to these outings, of which they went to the doctors’ appointments but not to any of the experimental things.

Marina becomes pretty depressed. she loses her sweetness and sassiness, and all of her emotions become filled with a sad twinge. she puts up with Pearl’s obsession so long as she gets cleaned too, she says. she keeps her ink color as Kait’s in memorial.

#if anyone wants to draw sicily screaming IM HERE FOR IT. ill get to drawing it eventually hheeehehe #thanks for ask! i teared up writing this lol #my hubris…. its killing me #ask #anonymous #sicily(3) #kait(8) #caroline(4) #kirakira(8) #trikaya(3) #mitsuo(3) #tw major character death #tw suicide ideation #splatoon #splatoon headcanon #splatoon oc #wooden speaks #side order #agent 24 #pearlina

[superjumpintomyheart]

Team milkers solidarity 🤝

Also with the funny Splatfest coming out soon mayhaps North California (first) Valentine’s Day hcs? As a lil treat

funny splatfest haha also thank you chaz for singlehandedly being the source of all north california content i know whenever i post something abt them there is at least one person who will like it and that one person is you <3

North California first Valentines day headcanons!!

Nori has no clue what valentines day is until she meets Callie (like every other holiday to exist)

She doesn't understand the concept of the holiday, why would you celebrate your love on one day? what about the other 364 days?? do you not celebrate your love every single day???

Callie explains that it's like Christmas, you can give someone a gift any other time of the year but during christmas it's special, so V day is like a special day for everyone to celebrate love- and not just romantically but platonic and familial love too!

Nori's like "I do not understand but I will celebrate because it makes Callie happy"

They decide to go for the Classic(tm) dinner date where they get dressed up all fancy and go to an expensive restaurant- Callie's always wanted to do this so she's living the dream and Nori is just happy to be there

Callie wears a mauve jumpsuit that has sheer sleeves and a slight shimmer to the fabric, Nori wears a sleek black long sleeve dress that hugs her figure just right and has a slit down the side for her legs to move freely

(they will be the hot topic of all the tabloids tomorrow morning and they know it, inkadia loves norcal)

they end up having a really nice time! and the two of them are dorks so they laugh throughout the night and get tipsy on expensive wine while they enjoy each other's company

when they get back home, callie walks in to their apartment and sees a boquet of flowers with a card on the table, and rose petals scattered around

Callie is like ???? "I thought you didn't get the idea of celebrating Valentine's day?"

and Nori blushes a little and says "It is like christmas- I love you every day but now is special."

The card is really sappy talking about how much she loves her and its written in beautiful octarian letters which makes Callie even more soft bc she loves when Nori uses her native language, its like a sign of trust or comfortability and she understands octarian just fine so it isn't like its a barrier between them or anything, its just a really sweet sentiment

When she's done reading the card, Callie notices the rose petals aren't just in the walkway and dining room, but they go back to their bedroom as well and she follows them curiously to find Nori had set up candles around their room and a present on the bed

The present is a dainty rose gold necklace with the letter "N" as a charm <3

Callie looks at it and back at Nori and she's like "This is beautiful- how did you know I wanted something like this?" and of course a little birdie (squid) ((marie)) told her that Callie's always dreamed of having cute matching jewelry or wearing her partner's initials

"Help me put it on?" Nori absolutely obliges and clasps the chain around Callie's neck and gives her a kiss right where the charm falls at the base of her neck/collarbone

The both smile at each other and Nori cups Callie's face in her hand as she says, "Perfect... like you."

The rest of their night is up to you for ✨interpretation✨

#splatoon #splatoon ask #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #callie cuttlefish #callie splatoon #nori octo gf #callie x nori #north california #norcal #splatoon oc #splatoon headcanons #splatoon hcs #splatoon fanfic #splatoon fanfiction #splatoon character #callie x oc

[englishstrawbie]

Three Words, Eight Letters (1/1)

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Arizona Robbins, Callie Torres

Summary: It is Callie and Arizona's first Christmas after the plane crash, and they are determined to make it as normal as possible for Sofia. As the day unfolds, and with The Colonel and Barbara Robbins spending Christmas in Seattle, the Robbins-Torres family find a way of reconnecting thanks to the magic of the holidays.

Note: This fic was original written in 2012 as part of the callie_arizona Livejournal Secret Santa gift exchange, so if it sounds familiar, you may have read it before. It is one of the fics I am most proud of and it sits on LJ where it gets no love so, even thought it's ten years later, I thought I'd cross-post it to AO3 as part of my fic archive. (Also how has it been ten years since I wrote this?!)

The prompt I was given was: The Robbins family comes to their first post-plane crash Christmas. Tense or delightful, or both, whatever you want.

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It was an unusually quiet Christmas eve at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital and Callie found herself hanging up her lab coat in her locker at six o’clock. As so often these days, she did it with some trepidation.

Slipping into her coat and grabbing her bag, Callie made her way out of the hospital. She shivered in the winter air and pulled her scarf tighter around her neck to stave off the cold. Despite the drop in temperature, she began her walk home, a recent habit that she had developed. It had started as a way to put off getting home for a little while longer, but now she simply enjoyed the chance to clear her head before facing whatever the evening threw at her.

On good days, Callie would arrive home to find her wife on the floor, surrounded by books and toys, with Sofia running around her playfully. She would hear them from outside the apartment and know that the evening ahead of her would be a good one. On bad days, Arizona would shut herself away in her bedroom and refuse to talk to anyone, leaving Callie to explain to their daughter once again why Mama wasn’t eating dinner with them.

The holiday season had not brought with it the joy that it usually did. They had tried to embrace Christmas: the apartment was decorated and they had chosen Sofia’s gifts together, making plans for Christmas Day, just like last year. Except it wasn’t like last year at all and they both knew it. The last six months had been filled with so much hurt and anger and sadness, that even the decorations and presents and the excited smile of their daughter could not push it all aside.

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#grey's anatomy #callie torres #arizona robbins #calzona #calzona fanfiction #grey's anatomy fanfiction #my fanfiction

[29pageshomestuckeveryday]

Homestuck, page 5,101

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You often like to draw your TROLLSONA too, CALLIE OHPEEE. Yes, you suppose that's a stretch, fitting your name into the 6/6 letter format like that. That's ok, though. The limebloods reportedly had some unusual names. And they sure weren't very popular. You like to believe you'd have fit right in.

You've written endlessly about her, and nearly filled a hard drive with related artwork. You have wished for nothing more in your life than to be her. Alas, you are resigned to living out the rest of your days as a little green skull monster. It really sucks!

To the left is a drawing of nothing in particular. Nothing you understand, at least. This is a symbol which has haunted your visions for as long as you can remember.

[arrowflier]

2022 fic writer's interview

Thanks to @thisdivorce, @energievie, @vintagelacerosette for the tags!

1. How many works do you have on AO3

59--but quite a few are compilations, which would basically double it.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

460,173

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Meet the Neighbors (I'm coming back to it soonish I swear)

Eighty-Seven Percent (Anatomy of a Heart)

Marriage, Mickey, and Milk of the Gods

Being His Baby Don't Make Me a Bitch

In Case of Emergency

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes. I go through phases of trying to be better about it, but my brain is also weird and I start to feel conceited if I keep saying thank you😅 I always massively appreciate them though, it makes me so happy!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any, except for maybe a couple of galladrabbles like this one

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

They have to end to have a happy ending lol, but basically anything that's done.

7. Do you write crossovers?

I'm never sure what can be classed as a crossover, but I've done 911 (In Case of Emergency), Jurassic Park (Tooth and Claw), sort of X-Men, sort of Star Wars (with ideas for a full fic that may or may not come to be), and probably some I'm forgetting.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Just once I think, and it was just someone who really doesn't like Vee's nickname being spelled with more than one letter.🤣

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, and I'm way too proud of it lol. It's mostly way too wordy and flowery language abounds because that's also the only way I can read it😂 I've got a collection of ficlets here from when I first started to write NSFW by request, and other assorted works.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that would be really cool!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Calli (@ianandmickeygallavich1) and I have been playing around with one (very slowly on my part) that you can find under the tag #arrow&calli write

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I phase in and out of quite a few but right now Gallavich

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I refuse to say I won't finish anything I've started posting lol, but there are a couple things in an old doc that will probably never see the light of day.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I usually say description, but I've been struggling with it lately. Funnily enough, I think dialogue has been working best for me even though I've traditionally been uncomfortable with it.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Overcomplicating things: the plot, the sentence structure, everything. If I can overdo something I will.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've done it once and I think it worked out ok, but I avoid it in general because I don't want to screw it up.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Shameless! Pretty much the only, too.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Good Omens and Our Flag Means Death, both of which I've previously planned things for but never followed through on. I'd be open to a pretty wide range of others but haven't had specific inspiration.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm gonna not limit myself on this, because I haven't felt like I like any of it lately but I was looking through my own stuff for these questions and honestly had forgotten so many I'm kinda proud of? So...

My first fic, because it got me here: F*ck the Stars

My latest fic, because I enjoyed writing for the first time in a while: Countdown to Christmas

My zine fic and my spicy collab fics, just because it was so cool to be part of the group: One hundred hours (without you here) and Show me (to) your garden

And my experiment with a short magic AU from a different of POV, because it was fun if a bit haphazard: Methods of Magic

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I know this has gone around a bit already, but I'll tag @celestialmickey @abundanceofnots @iansfreckles @sweetbee78 @whatthebodygraspsnot @wehangout @sickness-health-all-that-shit just in case🥰

#I was gonna do the art one too but don't do it enough or have any techniques to speak of lol #well I might anyway we'll see😂 #may all of us find the words we want in the new year! #tag game #writing stuff

[callibee]

your art looks like how i wished jello tasted. thats all. (this is a compliment)

making edible nommable art is what i like 2 do, thanks<3

#calli written letters #i somehow understood what u meant . and ur right my art DOES kinda look like how i wish jello would taste like

[leah-halliwell92]

A Father’s Love

Summary: Callie Spengler finds that her father cared for her then she previously realized and for once considers that her mother’s little contact with her father was more than just to check in.

Chapter 1/2: The Dirt Farmer’s Wife

They’d just bared gotten settled in, the kids had just been dropped off at school, Janine was at the house and Callie had made her way to the town’s only Walmart for some much needed groceries. She focused on what she had to buy, focused on anything not related to her dead father and near emotionally crippled mother. 

“Right, milk, eggs,” she listed off going to the refrigerated section.

Meanwhile at the farmhouse, Janine looked at the red chair she’d found her husband in. She saw the track marks on the floor and how the holes in the chair looked like something pushed itself out with incredible force. She’s from Brooklyn, she’s seen rats do a lot of things but this kind of damage is not one of them.

“Zuul...” she murmured remembering the talks they had about the state the boys had found Dana’s apartment in.

There was a tinkering in the back causing her to gasp and turn to find the kitchen radio turn on on its own. The searching stopped when Love of my Life by Queen came from its speakers fuzzily. Janine gasped tears clouding her vision as she realized who was with her.

“Egon?” She called voice thick.

The PKE where Phoebe left it on the table came to life, as if he was confirming her suspicion. She went to pick it up and walked around the room seeing where it is he wanted her to go.

“I’m getting you fridge magnets,” she murmured as she did as he ‘said’. She turned when she heard the sound of something coming from the master bedroom. She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed facing the door and asked, “What now?”

A thump came from the closet.

Janine moved to it and found a shoe box flush against the door of the closet. She ignored the clothes, if she focused on that now she didn’t think she’d have the heart to open the box. She pulled the box out of the closet, sat on the bed and placed the box on her lap.

Janine gasped, hand flew to cover her mouth as tears fell. The first thing to greet her were some polaroids of them. She set them aside to sort through later when she heard a jingling in the box. She pulled out a thick envelope labeled “My Girls” and underneath she found the coin she’d given him. What shocked her wasn’t that he’d kept, it was the chain attached to it.

“You took it from...” she gasped not being able to finish the sentence.

There was a loud bang on the floor making her jump.

“Ok, I’ll take that as a no,” she said clearing her throat.

Seeing that this was all that was in the box, Janine put everything back in, bar the coin which she slipped the chain of onto her neck. Box and PKE in hand, she made her way back to the kitchen. She sat at the table and took out the thick envelope. Egon had called and written to her and Callie over the years. She wanted him to talk to Callie but he’d nipped that idea in the bud stating that if he didn’t stop this second coming, then there would be no world for Callie. So, she collected the letters he sent to their daughter and left them with Winston. He said he’d they were on their way so that in a way is a good thing.

 She had no idea She set aside the letter meant for Callie and picked the one with her own name up.

“February ?? 2014:

My Dearest Janine,

Something has changed, I can feel it. The earth is shifting under my feet and that black hole that is that mine keeps driving me even more insane. I don’t think I’m insane but when others think you are I wonder how long it takes before you start believing it yourself. I should have gone home long before this point. Home to you and Callie and let the world burn for all the good it’s done for me...”

Janine noticed the tear stains, ink blots and pen scratches. 

“This might be an unnecessary letter to write at this point, but as you well know, I’m not getting any younger. So, maybe it is best if I say this now rather than wait. I know I didn’t say it as often as I should have during my calls. I love you both, so much...both you and Callie. You are my world, and it wears at me a little more each day being away from you. You coming here I know has not been easy on you. I have hurt you, broken up our family, hell I've practically abandoned you. And yet you stay, to my great astonishment. 

For this my dear I must thank you. Thank you for the love you so selflessly gave, for marrying me and starting a family not knowing this is where it would go, for following me along this potential suicide mission despite everything that has happened and all you have sacrificed because of me.” 

“No,” she said, shaking her head, tears falling from her eyes, “I chose to stay because I knew better. I still know better dammit!”

“Should I survive this, should we survive this I swear that I'll spend the rest of my days fighting to be there for you and them as I should have from the beginning. If anything does happen to me please, I beg you please take as good a care of Phoebe as you did me. She is more like me, from what you’ve told me of her, than Callie would ever accept. She needs to know she’s not crazy, that she is just as special if not more than anyone else out there, and that there is no shame in crying and loving all around you. I wish I could be there Janine, to guide her and who she needs me to be. 

And Trevor, my god, that boy will go far I promise you. If he’d apply himself a little more and not focus so much on skirt chasing...”

Janine laughed at that and said, “He’s bored, cut him some slack. The only reason he’s not in summer school right now is because our boy is a year a head of his class.”

“I’m sure he’ll be an amazing tech some day. And our dear Callie...what can I say. She’s raising our grandkids, she’s got her hands full with our gene pool as it is. She’s a great mom Janine...

And I am so proud of all of you, so very proud. 

Love, Egon

P.S Tell Elon...thanks.

Janine slumped over the table in a shaking heap. Sobs wracked her body at the realization that her husband was very aware that something was going to happen, it was only a matter of time.

“Granny J?” She looked up to find Phoebe looking at her from around the corner, “You ok?”

Janine wiped her tears away and smiled sadly at her youngest grandchild.

“Come here baby,” she called instead of answering.

Phoebe sat down knowing full well when grandma had that tone it meant secret club meeting.

Janine without a word, put the coin turned necklace on Phoebe.

“I gave that to your grandfather just before he was going to face Gozer...” Janine started the story of when she gave the coin to Egon and saw Phoebe’s eyes light up. 

‘They would have been two peas in a pod,’ she thought sadly. 

Janine felt a hand on her shoulder, and a gentle squeeze. She gasped at the sudden touch but relaxed, she knew that hand, and she was grateful that he was still here. 

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HAPPIEST of Fridays to you jay!! How about a codex prompt for either of your Hawkes: something written by one of the advisors about your OC?

why yes, I did go digging for prompts tonight. :3 for @dadrunkwriting, a codex fill for Cal Hawke!

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Taken from reports on Commander Cullen’s desk, a letter that has clearly been crumpled up and smoothed back out:

Commander, Your suspicions may be correct. Contrary to Varric’s claims, the Champion of Kirkwall is not a man. Multiple individuals who lived in Kirkwall and knew Hawke assure me that Hawke did not claim to be a man, though I must note that they do not refer to the Champion as female. Chantry records do list a “Callie” among the dead at Ostagar, along with about a dozen other mages and templars from Kinloch Hold. As it has been ten years since the Blight, I’m afraid I cannot confirm whether these records are wholly accurate. I cannot say for certain whether Hawke was ever in the Circle at Kinloch, but I cannot rule it out, either. It is possible that Varric doesn’t know, though I doubt he would tell us if he does. If you wish to know one way or the other, I would suggest speaking to Hawke directly. You’ll likely find them among the healers. Ask for Lyssa. -L.

#jay writes #cal hawke #dragon age #da fic #dadwc

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➺✧ ┅ CHAPTER 01 | UNNANOUNCED

SYNOPSIS | “Duke, will you marry me?” You never thought you’d be saying these words until now, when you’ve realized you’ve been reincarnated as the first side character to be killed in a series of tragedies in a novel series called “Trails of Misfortune & Misery”. As a lady forced into an arranged marriage with the greedy son of Duke Drakos who aims to use your power as a sorceress to gain the Emperor’s favor and is eventually is killed as a sacrifice for his schemes, it seems the only one who can truly assist you is the Duke of Suou, Tsukasa Suou.

WARNINGS | mentions of/implications of: arranged marriage, death, reincarnations, abusive relationship, double standards for genders

PAIRING | Suou Tsukasa x fem!reader

LINKS | series masterlist | taglist form | prev chapter

The letter had been there for days, and even by this morning, it still hadn’t been touched. You didn’t want to open it; you could already tell what it was likely to say. Callie had delivered it to you then, and you should’ve sent out a reply days ago, but you weren’t going to respond. It had been sealed with wax, stamped with the House of Drakos’s official seal. You knew who had sent it just from that, without even an address on the front of the envelope. He didn’t even bother to address it to the person it was going for. He must’ve thought it was okay, because it was easily assumed to be you if that were the case.

He was discourteous this way, Erebus Drakos. He was your fiance, a union between houses and a “symbiotic” relationship of benefit. That was how he put it. The original owner of this body would’ve agreed, but it was hard to agree, as someone else. Even Callie disagreed, the person who was around you the most, your maid. It was necessary for a noblewoman to have a maid, regardless of wealth. It was weird at first, definitely. Life was very different in a fantasy world, though its inhabitants viewed it as reality rather than a fantasy: after all, it was their reality, though not yours. 

“But you should at least open it. I would offer to write a reply for you, but I am unable to copy your handwriting,” Callie had come to fix your hair for today. You hadn’t planned to go anywhere, nor were you planning to receive any guests. Still, it was nice. After all, there wasn’t much to do, and that was something. There were books, and luckily, there were a lot of them at the manor. There was a library, filled with books of philosophy, novels, history books- all written by nobles. They all had the same tone to them, but when you went to the basement, the one that was supposedly yours, there was a different kind of books. 

You hadn’t known, or maybe you’d forgotten, that the original owner of this body had been a sorceress. This was where she worked, with books lying around and notebooks written on. You hadn’t retained much of her memories, but it was a good thing that it had come easily to you. It seemed like you were able to retain information, though not necessarily experiences. It was easy to claim amnesia, especially after the incident this body had gone through before you had inhabited it. It was in surprisingly good shape; it recovered quickly. 

“Still, I believe you should open it. It’s better to know what is inside rather than not, in the case of it being different than expected,” she reasoned. Perhaps she was right, there wasn’t much harm in simply opening a letter you had received. You opened the letter, ripping off the seal less calmly then you’d intended, but that was alright. Nobody else was going to see this, anyways. You opened the letter, and its contents were short. It was without greeting, something one would write in a text message. “Prepare for the Foundation Ball this Thursday.” That was all. It was different than what you’d expected, and you owed Callie a thank you. You could almost hear her say, “It would’ve been better if you caused a scandal and went into hiding. I’d still serve you, just raise my pay by 20%.”

At first glance, it didn’t look desirable. Being the fiancee of the future Duke Drakos, you were expected to go, and many’s criticizing eyes would be on you. You’d have to wake up early, get your makeup done, wear a heavy dress, and wear heels for hours- and who knows what stunts he’d pull off there, in front of everyone to see. It wouldn’t be surprising to hear him announce a marriage you’d never agreed to, though the previous owner of this body did. She’d made some decisions that brought troublesome outcomes- not just troublesome, but dangerous as well. 

Callie wasn’t even done with your hair yet, and a knock had appeared from the door. Once confirming it was the butler who had knocked, he spoke, “My lady, Lord Erebus has arrived.” You hadn’t heard a word about his arrival. You were in no shape to see anyone outside of this estate, at least according to the standards of high society. It was common courtesy to send a notice beforehand, usually by a few days or so, before arriving, but that was never the case with him. He came as he pleased, as if this were his own house. He was high in status, but he wasn’t the highest- there were his father, Duke of Suou, and the Emperor and Empress. If only you could get one of them to take your side… 

You laughed at this thought, it would help greatly to solve all of the problems that loomed over you, being so closely tied to Erebus. It would be great, a little funny even, if you were able to gain Duke Suou’s support at the ball, as if. He’s never listened to any of the fools who approached him with deals that were less of a deal and more of asking for favors. They all thought of themselves, and you could tell too. Perhaps a little bit of pity came with that knowledge, though it would take a lot to convince anyone that he needed any of it.

“My lady, we must get ready to receive the Lord. Please come this way, we only have time to change your dress-” It wasn’t good to cut others’ off, especially mid-sentence, but if you didn’t stop there, you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to say what needed to be said before it was too late. You didn’t want to get ready in a hurry- he can wait, especially because he didn’t inform you beforehand. You could already hear him call you rude, but it was him who was rude in the first place. Many compared him to Duke Suou, who has, quite frankly, ahead of him in most aspects- you couldn’t blame them, since they were both prime candidates for the throne, as the current Duke Drakos is considering handing over his title to his son, former Duke Suou has already done so, and the only bloodline of the Emperor and the Empress is the princess. 

You told her that there was no need to rush, to make you look presentable. After all, it was rude not to dress appropriately to the heir of the one of two dukedoms of the entire empire. Perhaps this was a little petty, but he more than deserved it. You’d asked for a bath; after all, if you were going to look nice, minus well go all out- and plus, you were going to look nice for you, and not for him. It was a very valid excuse to make him wait, and you’d still be following etiquette, and you would’ve done nothing wrong. A triple win, if you would.

She quickly prepared the bath for you, a perfect place to think. The water was warm, and it was scented too. It was strange, that you didn’t know what year it was- Callie could give you the date any day, but you had no idea how close the events of the novel were. You were reincarnated into a novel known as TMM, or Trails of Misery and Misfortune. It was a book about a girl named Mairi, who had found herself a lover after the events of the first book in the series, but during the course of the novel, she lost all close to her heart that weren’t her lover- a series of tragedies. These misfortunes started with the noblewoman you were called by the inhabitants of this world, making you the first victim of the tragedies. 

The novel started at the Foundation Ball, yet it never specified which- either that, or you couldn’t remember such a small detail like that. You wish you’d known, though. It would’ve been nice if it wasn't this year, at least, so you could get used to living there. It was very different from living in the modern world, everything was so inconvenient. It was better that machines did what the maids did at times, and it was such a pity that they didn’t exist now. Being reincarnated was something reserved for main characters, but perhaps that made you the main character now- of no movie, though. 

Callie picked out a nice dress for you, one that would be suitable for meeting someone as high status as Erebus. It was heavy, and you couldn’t imagine wearing that for just meeting someone, who was unpleasant too, in any other circumstance. She did your makeup and hair again, and by the time she was finished, several hours had passed. You hadn’t heard of any ruckus downstairs where he was seated, and perhaps he had learned patience. The thought of that made you laugh, as it would anyone who truly knew his nature. It would be wonderful if it were to be put on display, for all to see. If he thought that he could really win the emperor’s favor with simply his confidence, then he was simply a naive fool, hands outreached for something that didn’t exist in the first place. 

The butler announced your arrival into the room as you entered, and Erebus sat himself up, bringing his shoes, which had stepped in places you didn’t want to know, from the couch’s armrest to the floor. 

“Took you long enough, I’ve waited way longer than I should’ve,” he scoffed, crossing his arms. As if he were high and mighty. He should at least act properly in someone else’s house. No one could fathom the only other candidate to the place of crown prince, Tsukasa Suou, doing that. There was no wonder he had such an inferiority complex, by the way he acted. 

Long enough? He was the one who walked in unannounced. If anyone should be waiting, it would be you. In fact, had you been busy today, you would’ve been able to send him home with a proper excuse. It would’ve been great if he could escort himself out, but he must’ve thought he was so good that he wouldn’t need to bother.

“Not answering? Listen here, you’re going to the founding ball with me, and we’re going to showcase my skills there for the emperor to see,” he looked straight at you. Oh gosh, this was the year, the year that the original owner of this body was supposed to perform an unbelievable show of “his” magic. You were his shadow, the one behind each and every one of the Crystalline Sorcerer, Erebus Drakos. This was the year you’d be wedded to him, and once you were, there were pretty much no legal ways out, especially when your opponent was a duke. 

As soon as that happened, you’d be trapped by him. You needed the support of someone more powerful than him. The only one available was Duke Suou, and he’d be at the Founding Ball; you had no choice but to go. You sighed, and it seemed that Erebus didn’t take it well.

“How rude.”

Rude? He was the rude one, for making you wait. Callie was there, and she’d be there to support you- and you told him, in the most matter-of-fact tone you could make. He couldn’t even argue with you, this fool. 

“Why won’t you follow me? Just do as I say. I’m the most powerful man in the empire-” But he wasn’t. There was the Duke of Suou.

“I know what you’re thinking. Damn that Suou! Damn him to hell! He didn’t even work his way to the dukedom, his father just gave it to him because he’s a softie. All of them. That whole family. The emperor too, they’re all softies. I’ll show them.”

He has nothing to show. All of his achievements were yours- well, more like the original owner’s- but they were never his in the first place. 

“Hah! Just try getting engaged to that guy instead if you’re going to be rude to me. He’s going to reject you anyway.” he stormed off, to return to his own home. Well, what did he know? As long as you showed your abilities as a sorceress, there was a good chance you could earn his protection- you hoped. Only one with a higher status could get one out of such a gruesome situation, and he was the only one left in this Empire.

WORD COUNT | 2,116 words

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Writing Master List

One Shots(Harry Potter)

Mea Culpa- A one shot exploring Sirius’s grief and guilt while he was stuck in Azkaban.

Companions and Chess Matches: A lonely Regulus befriends Kreacher, while Sirius is off at Hogwarts.

Of Disgraceful Sons and Burnt Tapestries: Walburga’s tried for years to rein her oldest son in, but it seems as if all her efforts were ultimately in vain.

Shattered Hearts: Ron finally allows himself to grieve his older brother’s death and Hermione is there to comfort him.

You’ve Got a Friend in Me: Ron visits Hermione in the Hospital Wing while she’s Petrified.

Sweaters and Letters: When Harry mentions not getting anything for Christmas, Ron decides to take matters into his own hands.

One July Morning: James and Lily welcome the arrival of Harry.

Amor vincit omnia: Andromeda Black reflects on her old life as she prepares to run away with Ted Tonks and begin the next chapter of her journey.

The Fragile Links of Blood: An early post war reunion between Andromeda and Narcissa only results in pain for both women.

These Magical Moments: The story of Lily Evans and James Potter from their First Year to that fateful Halloween night.

Ubi amor, ibi dolor: The summer before Cho Chang's sixth year is filled with many moments of grief over Cedric Diggory. Written for the HP Cry Me a River Fest 2023

To Make A Change: After his argument with Harry at Grimmauld Place, Remus realizes it's finally time to set his life right.

One Shots(Other Fandoms)

Al’s Suicide: A Divergent one shot. Al reflects on his life before he jumps from the chasm.

A Blossoming Friendship(Of Sorts): A brief study into the evolution of the relationship between Josie Pye and Anne Shirley Cuthbert during the seasons of Anne with an E.

An Introspective on Love: Willow Rosenberg reflects on her love and grief for Tara Maclay while she is on her way to England. Post Season 6 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A Little Encouragement Goes a Long Way: There are times when Calpurnia Tate can't help but feel rather exhausted by all of her mother's expectations for her future. Luckily she has a younger brother who's ready to be there for her. Post The Curious World of Calpurnia Tate.

Multi Chapter Fics

Over and Over: A MITM fic. Malcolm Wilkerson has just suffered through one of the most humiliating days of his life. What with being antagonized by his classmates, and completely humiliated by his mother, all Malcolm wants to do is forget the day ever happened. There’s just one problem. The next day is the same all over again.  SLOW UPDATES BUT NOT ABANDONED

The Ties That Bind: A short collection of Calpurnia Tate one shots with each chapter focusing on Callie and one of her brothers. In Progress

A Little Game of Envy: A Swan Princess story. In which Derek tries to deny why he’s so annoyed by Odette’s friendship with the guards and Odette decides to test out a theory given to her by Bromley. Takes place during the opening song- This is My Idea. Complete

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