#esp now cottage living is almost out!!

[teaforthotxxx]

My marauders post-hogwarts career HC is:

(Gryffindor Edition)

James becomes a professional quidditch player. He’s a legend at Hogwarts and almost every student (YES! Even slytherins because he’s married to one) absolutely adores him. He still comes back to Hogwarts every once in a while just to scout for prospective recruits (and check up on his family) and hosts a quidditch mini-league every year. He loves to shout out his friends and his son (Harry hates this because he gets embarrassed). He also comes back to Hogwarts to make sure Regulus isn’t overworking himself and occasionally sneaks a prank or two at Snape (even though Reg and Remus will chastise him after).

Remus is obviously DADA professor. However, he doesn’t live on campus. Instead, he has a cottage that he bought near Hogsmeade. He spends his weekends there making tea and hanging out with Sirius. They have a portkey to the forbidden forest where they spend full moons with the rest of the marauders. He is also working in a dissertation about wolfsbane and how to make it more readily available. He also looks out for students being picked on and maybe not so secretly implies a prank idea or two. When he started teaching, the first thing he did was look for the confiscated Marauders map in Filch’s cupboard (HE WANTED IT BACK HE SPENT A LOT OF TIME ON IT) but realised it was missing. It didn’t take long though for him to realise that it was in the crafty hands of Fred and George Weasley. He couldn’t wait to tell the other the other three marauders when he found out!!

Sirius is a philanthropist explorer who goes around supporting new medicine and exploring new unique places. He probably turned grimmauld house into a orphanage (specialising in helping werewolf children and muggleborns). It may seem like he has a flexible schedule but his job keeps him really busy and he never knows when his next break is. So, he is always stumbling into Remus’ cottage at random times or making surprise visits to Hogwarts. When he’s there, he brokers deals with Dumbledore to allow more werewolf students in. He even renovated the shrieking shack so its more comfortable for them during the full.

Peter (he was a triple spy for the order! He had to because Voldemort was threatening his already sick mother) grew out of his shell more and became the head of publishing at the Prophet. Since he was such a gossip in school, he came into the job with a pre-existing network of information. It doesn’t hurt that his besties are all war heroes. When the war ended and he realised that people were picking on young deatheaters (those forced into the cause by their parents), he was the only newspaper brave enough to publish an exclusive with war heroes Regulus Black and Evan Rosier about how family can shape your choices and how to break out of it. Of course, he is also the only one that can get Sirius Black to sit down for an interview (no one realises these articles always suspiciously get published after a full moon aka the only time Peter can get Sirius to SIT THE FUCK DOWN). He

As the one who sent the finishing blow to the Dark Lord, Lily BAMF Evans was immediately indicted into the Auror Hall of Fame. She has since risen up the ranks and is basically Moody’s second in command. She was originally apprehensive about taking on such a challenging job so close after the war (esp cause her son was still a baby) but was convinced by Mary (her then Fiancee now wife). And, even then, she only said yes because Harry’s other parents: Mary (a model), Regulus (a potions teacher) and James (a quidditch player) had large chunks of the year off and would be able to take care of him. She is campaigning for more muggle borns to be allowed into Auror training (since most of them are still purebloods) and has been working hard with Regulus to make appeals to the Wizengmot.

No one was surprised that Marlene Mckinnon became a professional Quidditch player too. But everyone was shocked when they found out that she purposefully picked a different team from Potter! It had something to do with the fact that she always wanted to properly play against him but never had the chance to. But, also she picked her team because it was her wife, Dorcas’, favourite team! She loves taunting James because she happens to be in Reg’s favourite team (and well, Regulus sits with Dorcas in her stands during their games). As a proud Gryffindor, she still likes to dunk on Slytherins (esp when she is near the Slytherin Skittles) and makes a show of only hugging “the only bearable one” Pandora. Everyone just rolls their eyes because not only did she marry the Slytherin Head Girl, she was also the first to propose (she did it half an hour after Lily vanquished the dark lord and she was still in bandages).

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[laeska]

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[adrienscroissantx]

EMILIE AS BEING THE FAMOUS JAZZ NOIR SINGER, HER LULLABY TO ADRIEN WAS LA VIE EN ROSE, NOW IMAGINE OUR BABY, WHO AS WE KNOW DOESN’T REMEMBER OR KNOW ABOUT THIS SIDE OF HIS MOM, FIRST SONG ON THE PIANO AND UKULELE IS IN FACT LA VIE EN ROSE AND THEN GABRIEL GOT MAD AND FORBID HIM FROM PLAYING THAT SONG (little Adrien never understood why?) and then at the school....he’s on the piano..he think he’s alone in that secret room with his mother’s pictures which basically is now his second room because someone put a bed in there (Plagg and Tikki) and..from memory..he starts to sing the song and play it on the piano...and it’s almost like he can hear his mother’s voice singing the harmony along with him.

And then Adrien turns all of the sudden, breaks out of the spell, and sees Professor Nooroo, the dance teacher, Madame Dusuu, the acting teacher, and Plagg and Tikki, who I am thinking is like the guidance counselor or is the student mentor teacher along with Plagg, standing there and all have tears in their eyes. For you see that band that Emilie was in? Plagg, Tikki, Nooroo and Dusuu were in it (Tikki the manager, Nooroo on Piano, Dusuu on the strings, Plagg on the trumpet. I chose the kwamis that had strongest connection to Adrien Tikki is included because of Mister Bug and also lowkey Plagg and her are engaged.) And they tell him stories about his mom. And when Gabriel is later on arrested for some either some huge criminal thing or all the abuse he puts Adrien through (how does Hawkmoth work in this Au? ) Turns out Emilie put in her will if anything happened to her that Plagg, Dusuu or Nooroo, whoever saw best fit for Adrien, would be his guardian. And Plagg who has the strongest bond to his favorite student, takes him in to live with him and his fiancé in a small cottage in the countryside, with Auntie Dusuu and Uncle Nooroo visiting all the time.

Homie thats- homie im- Tears. Sobs.

That's so cute tho, first of all, of tikki and plagg being the engaged teachers? Yes. I love that (esp if its a subplot and they only get engaged in the middle of the story).

Altho i hc them to be pretty young so idk if they'd be in a band with her, but definitely the older teachers!!! Maybe even the strict ones who are trying to find the secret room.

I didnt really want full on abuse for adrien in this fic. Gabriel doesn't have a hawkmoth side here. I wanted him to be a distant yet strict father who has high expectations. He's haunted by the loss of his wife (maybe to cancer or something) and he gets emotional around adrien because he looks so much like her, and he rationalizes not seeing him by burying himself in his work.

At the end of their school career (cuz id like the story to pan over all their high school shenanigans) adrien decides to take a gap year to travel europe. Add in a heartfelt moment where he says, "i need to be out in the world without you protecting me, or ill never get the chance to live. But... Ill keep in touch ok?" and gabriel kinda tears up n says "ok" n they hug awkwardly before adrien gets into a car w nino n they drive away.

And just!!!!! You know! Subtle? I guess?

#Ml music au

[lencir]

( NADIA HILKER, 254, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for GENEVIEVE LENOIR and we are curious to see how the VAMPIRE, that is often described as the tempest, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, or are they the prey? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know…

FULL NAME: genevieve lenoir

AGE: 25 (apparent), 254 (actual)

SPECIES: vampire

SEXUALITY: bisexual

BIRTH DATE: dec. 1, 1766

GENDER: cis female

PRONOUNS: she/her

HEIGHT: 5'8″

MBTI: entj, the commander

From what she can recall, Genevieve had an unremarkable childhood. Her father Henri, a French soldier, died from tuberculosis when she was twelve, and her mother, a German midwife named Syele, never remarried. She adored her brother, Félix — a boy nine years her minor with curls so much like her own. Together, they lived in an unassuming cottage in Château-Chalon, a small commune in Eastern France.

Her uncle, a hunter by trade, would visit often, feeding her love for the wilderness. From an early age, she was taught how to listen for animals, anticipate their movements, and, most importantly, shoot. By the time she was fourteen, she could easily outshoot her uncle with the beautiful red oak crossbow he’d made for her. She had the patience of an experienced hunter too, a valued asset when hunting season came around and the town required the thinning of rabbit populations. But, for Genevieve, there was more to life than killing.

It might surprise people to know that she wasn’t always the gruff, stoic figure she is today. She wanted to practice medicine with every fiber of her being and would often stay up at night practicing her stitches. Her mother would often call on Gen’s help, teaching her the skills necessary for a successful midwife. That all ended the night Syele uncharacteristically arranged for one of her patients to deliver in the Lenoir family home.

It was a difficult delivery for both mother and baby, and Syele sent Gen to fetch the village’s other midwife to aid in the delivery. She was only gone for a few minutes, having run the entire way, but she returned to a massacre. The front door had been kicked in, furniture overturned, and amongst the wreckage lay the drained bodies of the two people she loved the most. For years, there had been rumors of vampyre killings throughout Europe. Neighbors would return from travels claiming sightings and strange disappearances. It was out of curiosity-laced shock that she bothered to check… only to find small puncture wounds in the necks of each of the bodies.

Something broke in Genevieve that night. She gave herself the night to mourn and by sunrise, she abandoned her home with only a crossbow and the family’s stallion. Medicine was no longer an option.

She met her mortal end a year later at the hands of nomad clan who had caught her scent just outside of Écrille. They ambushed her horse, slipping a sack over her head and dragging her into the night. For four agonizing nights and five balmy days, Genevieve found herself locked in a cellar. The vampires’ sadistic goal was simple: to punish her. And they dealt the final blow in the form of dripping blood into a just barely conscious Genevieve’s mouth.

She tried to resist her thirst, fought against the temptation to drain the innocent they brought in to tempt her. It almost worked, until the opening of the door blew the fragrant scent she’d longed for into her nostrils.

When she awoke into her new life, the house was empty with only blood-splattered curtains to show for the temporary vampiric guests. Alone and forced to teach herself, Gen stole away to the mountains. She remained in isolation for five months, coming to grips with her newfound immortality while feeding solely on hunters who strayed too far from the village. The adjustment period was difficult and filled with bloodshed. Needless to say, her attackers didn’t survive her vigilante justice once she found them. Killing her sire was painful, but what he had taken from her was worse. She gave their followers a choice: die or join her.

The newly formed clan —named Lamoura for the lake where Gen spent her first months of vampirism— made its way through the French countryside with sights set on Paris. After all, 1792 was a great year to be a vampire, and the violence of the revolution blurred with her own reign of terror; no one had the time to notice all the missing people. She made a name for herself across Europe, becoming known as la femme sanguinaire des boucles.

Neutrality suited Gen best, so the Lamoura would never pick a side in any of the battles they joined. As a result, she attracted the most ruthless members of her kind and had no choice but to enforce order. Those were the bloodiest years, constant challenges of her authority driving her to take more lives than she would have liked. Her form of justice was strict but fair; loyalty was rewarded and betrayal of any sort was unacceptable. The ultimate betrayal being the killing of families. A husband at war? Fine. Following someone home to where they lived with their spouse and child? Banishment or worse. The latter became a less likely punishment as her reputation came to precede her.

The same is true today, which has made her stay at court… manageable. The years have certainly hardened Genevieve, shaping her into the blunt, battle-worn woman she is today. She’s indifferent to anyone she meets until proven otherwise, existing in a moral gray area. She can recognize that she has done things that others might deem distasteful but in the name of survival, who can judge?

Her sense of humor is sarcastic, her form imposing, and she generally does little to discredit assumptions made about her. She’s passionate about the causes she believes in and is willing to give anyone a chance — one chance.

It’s a misconception that she makes rash decisions, especially given her past. On the contrary, she carefully thinks through all of her moves. It’s key to how she’s been able to maintain leadership for over two centuries.

Restlessness is something that has never sat well with Gen, and it shows the longer she stays at court. Where once she was keen to bide her time, she is now coiled and ready to seize any opportunity to escape. She has always been sure in her aims, confident in her, at times, brutally selfish way of life. Like a poison seeping into her pores, the court is slowly starting to change that, and she wants out.

THE GREAT ESCAPE x someone who’s part of her clan – esp. a. someone she’s trying to recruit (she is careful about every aspect of her life, especially who she puts in her inner circle. now that she’s established, she doesn’t want any threats to her authority) b. someone who’s been in her clan for years (either a positive or begrudging relationship) ❛ This rage will lead us through the burning plains. No matter what they say, we're heroes. ❜

AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED x someone with whom she crossed paths during her “bloody” period. she didn’t use much discretion at this time so anyone who knew her then l i k e l y would’ve perceived her as a strong cold bitch ❛ There ain't nothing in this world for free. Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back. Though you know, I wish I could. ❜

VENUS x gen doesn’t have many longterm ties outside of those she believes can help her down the road. that said, this is someone she seriously considered changing her rule for. she has a heart??? ❛ At first I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. ❜

BANG BANG YOU’RE DEAD x she hates this person’s guts. do with it what you may, but this is someone who really makes her wish she was as vicious as the stories say. ❛ I knew all along but I was loathe to believe. There was nothing but spite, fury, and lies in the words that you weave. ❜

hey guys! i’m taylor and i’m super hype to write with all of you :) this is my sarcastic asshole gen –  feel free to like this and i’ll hit you up for plots

#dih.intro #*sometimes it 𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔰 like I’ve got a 𝔴𝔞𝔯 in my 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡* #//so I rediscovered photoshop but there aren't very many changes to gen :)

[icarus-suraki]

unusual asks: 4, 14, 37, 79

4. do you like your name? why? Ah ha ha ha, so I'm not going to tell my real name, but I'll say that my first, middle, and (probably obviously) last name are all family names. My first name isn't so bad, except that my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and a number of other relatives all have the same first name. It's really a family name on my mother's side. It's not a bad name, but it doesn't feel like my name because I've been called by my middle name all my life. With so many people with the same first name, it makes sense, right?

My middle name is...different. I mean, I'm a woman (though I'm a bit sloshy on that sometimes) but my middle name is a really old, slightly ugly-sounding name that's usually given to boys. It's a family name, formerly a surname--and since my family is undeniably Southern, we follow the good tradition of giving daughters family surnames that were "lost" in marriages. And that's how I, a girl, ended up going by a name that's basically on par with Cuthbert or Aethelrad or Gruffudd. It did not make my school-years easy, no.

And my last name is a strange spelling of a Dutch name--if it were English, it might be something like the surname "James" being spelled like "Jaymesse." We aren't quite sure how it came to us since we can only trace it back to one person. We know when and who he married, but we have no information about him before or after that. We know he was out of the picture when his wife was pregnant (whether he died or ran off or was kidnapped or something we don't know). His wife, at a loss as for what to do, went to her sister's house and lived with her sister and her sister's husband for a while. And then she named the baby after her sister's husband??? But with her own (now our) last name???? She was an interesting woman. But we just don't know much about the man who gave us our last name. There's some family conjecture that he might have been an Eastern European Jew and, when that came out, that was totally unacceptable to his wife and her family. So either she left him or he left her. Either way, we've still got the name. And now, whenever one of us with the name goes to Europe, we like to confuse the locals. (I think I got more of the British Isles genes, but my brother definitely got the Dutch genes because he looks like a damn Tour de France cyclist.)

Do I like my name? It's not the easiest to live with, but it's got a colorful past. So I don't always like it, but it's interesting, to say the least.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? This is so hard to answer because it changes based on my mood and the season. Sometimes I'm like "I want to live somewhere tropical and warm in a house that almost doesn't need windows with long sheer curtains where I can be a hippie doing yoga and eating smoothie bowls up in the trees." And other times I'm like "Wouldn't it be interesting to live in Japan? Maybe Tokyo, but more like Kyoto and out in the suburbs. Or maybe out in the country, like a real Studio Ghibli place." France crosses my mind too, sometimes Paris, sometimes Provence, sometimes Normandy...

But I think, and this is probably pretty predictable, that the most aesthetically-comfortable place, to me, would probably be the Lake District in the UK.

Is the UK all that great in ever sense? No, for many reasons (Brexit is only one of them). But in terms of weather, wildlife, scenery, familiarity from children's picture books, I think it's got to be the Lake District (and environs).

It was one of the last places we visited when I did a summer abroad. We'd done London (exciting but such a city), we'd done Scotland (rather craggy and gray), we'd done Bath (I was sick as a dog so I can't make much of a judgement and would like to go back), we'd done Oxford (and I thought I was a snob, fuck me), we'd done Yorkshire (suddenly the grimness of the Bronte sisters makes sense)... And then we took this long bus ride northwards and up into the Lake District and it was such a...relief in a funny sense of the word. Trees! Fields! Foxgloves! Stiles over fences! Walking paths! Lovely cottages!

If I was appallingly rich, I'd find an old cottage to move into and live there and grow a cottage garden and probably have a Patterdale terrier named Toby or Tommy and take lots of walks.

The Cotswolds were a close second, as I recall, but not quite as much of a spiritual(?) relief.

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? The greatest irony of being a librarian is that everyone thinks you read all the time but you often don't have enough time to read at all.

Some librarians manage to pull it off, but I don't. I've gotten picky about books as I've gotten older. I had to lead some book discussions at my libraries, so I've had to read some very boring books (in some cases the book was boring but I did understand why books like it would appeal to some people). And I just don't have the mental capacity to suffer through boring books if I don't have to. So, no, I don't read all that much--

--in terms of books, at least. I've found that I'll read zillions of articles: longform, shortform, magazine, newspaper, online... I've got a few websites for sources and I'll just kind of look around and then suddenly say, "Wait, what?" and find myself reading, say, a GQ article about two Mormon brothers accused of murdering their parents and the whole backstory of the situation. If you drop a longform article about Weird Shit in front of me, yeah, I'll probably read it.

Which actually makes me wonder if I might want to read more nonfiction at the moment. Hmmm........

But favorite book? Favorite favorite book? Fuck, I'm such a sucker for Ulysses. I know, everyone's like "it's dirty!" or "it's too hard to understand!" And that's cool. But for me, it reads rather like poetry to me, dirty bits and all. And I love it and it has saved my life a few times. James Joyce got me through my 20s, okay?

I had hoped to go to Ireland, and Dublin specifically, in the summer or fall of 2020. Obviously that didn't happen, lmao. But part of my idea was to research tattoo shops before I went and to get a line from the "Ithaca" chapter tattooed on me somewhere. The line is:

"The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit"

It's got to be one of my favorite lines in all of literature. T. S. Eliot has a couple of lines that are close seconds (it's almost time to read Ash Wednesday again and, hnnnngh, it's so good), but between the Eliot lines and the Joyce lines? Yeah, I'm going with the heaventree of stars.

I am a terrible person with a dirty mind. What can you do?

79. do you believe in ghosts? Most of the time I'm like: "Nah, I don't really believe in ghosts. It’d be kind of cool if they were real, right? But, nah, l don’t."

And then I'll watch some really good “real” ghost videos and it'll be about 11:30 at night and I'm immediately "I have changed my stance re: ghosts and I will be sleeping with the light on. Goodnight."

But generally speaking? As someone who has spent the night in a couple of supposedly haunted places? I guess I'm more in the "I want to believe" category. It'd be cool, wouldn't it? But I don't think it'll happen.

Now that said, I do still wonder about the Gray Man With The Hat that my mother and I have both seen on different occasions. It has to be something about how human brains understand certain things in certain situations (esp. related to light/shadow). We both wonder if it might be kind of like a "collective unconscious" situation, where something unfamiliar is interpreted as something familiar and then the brain puts that familiar "icon" (which is Pete Lorre in M, evidently?) over whatever the image the brain can't compute.

It's not directly related to ghosts in the typical sense, but I do have strong feelings about certain Jungian concepts (I have an aunt who's got some major Jungian background)--sometimes in a mystical way, sometimes in a more rational way. So I guess that's why I feel like I, personally, don't believe in ghosts as ghosts are generally viewed today. But I also think that people who say they've encountered ghosts shouldn't be dismissed immediately as wrong--they experienced something, I absolutely believe that, and it’s not fair or kind to dismiss them out of hand.

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[dvlphine]

me watching pouring rain outside : delphine angy !

n e ways HEWWO 🥺 it is i , ellie , ur local cryptid , n here is my newest luvie delphine , or delphi , etc. ....... whatever u fancy !

OVERVIEW ♡

°✧｡× :  (  roh jisun  +  cis female  +  she/her  )  ───  oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s DELPHINE SUH !  you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old harvest sprite ? they’re a WATER SPRITE, by the look of them. a bunch of them were helping to welcome new residents, and i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might also work part - time as a LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER, but i could have heard wrong. well, regardless of that, i’m almost certain that they ARE NOT loyal to the harvest goddess, which explains why they’re so UNINHIBITED and RESILIENT, but can also be a bit MISCHIEVOUS and EGOCENTRIC. whether they want to revive the goddess or not, if you need them i’m pretty sure you can find them at ROSE PEAK most often ! murky water concealing what’s underneath, a pretty grin capable of striking fear into one’s soul, unrepeatable whispers floating through the quiet ! ✧  ( ellie , 20 , she/her , est )

STATS ♡

full name: delphine suh age: 21 birthday: may 20 star sign: taurus gender: cis female sexual orientation: bisexual hair color: brown to teal ombre height: 5′2″

HISTORY ♡

so ofc , delphine is born out of pure love and devotion , as all sprites are , but that love & devotion doesn’t last ..........

her mom’s a sun sprite & her dad a water sprite ....... despite taking after her dad element-wise, delphine takes after her mom in some other ways which i’ll expand on ! mfkdmsk

so during her younger years, delphine’s parents were always quarreling , whether it was about small things like the weather or big things like the harvest goddess ! when delphi was born , her mom was loyal to the goddess , but after a few years of being settled down in roselake and raising a family , she realized she wanted more .. she wanted to travel & live like a normal human did

ofc her dad was like ‘no!! our duty is 2 stay here’ but her dad was quite a timid character compared to her mom’s outspoken-ness n so when delphi’s 15 her mom leaves the island for the first time .......

she’s gone for just a little bit & she comes back & is visibly happier & delphine naively thinks that maybe things can work out this way , with her mom coming & going occasionally but everything remaining the same other than that

... it doesn’t . her mom comes back one day & says she’s leaving for good .. she’s gonna become a human & everything

once it’s all done delphine goes back to their cottage w/ her dad still processing ...... but the minute she’s done she explodes at her dad , asking him why he didn’t get her to stay .. she leaves , & 6 months later she hasn’t been back since

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS ♡

p new at being a lighthouse keeper ...... keeper-in-training if u will ....... she didn’t start spending all her time at rose peak until after her mom left so after a couple months of spending all her time sulking there she was like might as well do SOMETHING productive .. but i’m still gnna sulk . MFKSDM

luvs the aura the lighthouse gives off esp. when it rains/storms ( she’s like bleh the sun ....... MFKDSM ) .. loves jus traipsing around there n the shore like the mysterious emo she is

lil bit nocturnal bc of her job .. she’ll like invite people over during the night but try 2 scare them when they arrive 😔 doesn’t get much sleep n so i’d say u can find her during the day half the time .. the other half u’ll have 2 drag her out of bed n she’ll spend the rest of the day looking like a sleepy bby !

loves using ( abusing ? ) her powers but isn’t loyal to the harvest goddess ..... jus doesn’t think she’s All That u kno she Also blames her for her mom & is like ‘if everywhere else is doing just fine w/out the goddess ....... why do we need her .........’

so yea i wanted 2 make her .. fallen angel-esque but she hasn’t y’know received consequences for her actions just yet .. although her powers are def not where they used to be ( partly jus due to the goddess dying ) but don’t bring it up to her or she’ll drench u with water :/

it’s uhh kinda good that her powers r weak atm bc she’s a lil power-hungry :/ n control ? what��s that she asks ? she loves 2 lose it but at the same time she doesn’t want anyone else 2 hav control over her .. if she gives it 2 u for even a short bit consider urself v special ......

her empathy ..... deeply hidden but its There

still has a Lot of unresolved feelings revolving around her parents so sometimes she can jus be a lil ball of angst n anger bc of that .... she doesn’t wanna be like her mom bc she hates her ....... but maybe she does wanna be like her ? she’s jus confused , doesn’t know how to cope

thrives on chaos ........... she loves the distraction so will do whatever to create more , whether it’s manipulating the weather or jus creating rumors to tell about people ! MFKDSM

that bi who’s soft around any + all girls but likes 2 mess with/boss around men .. plot ideas ! MFKDSM

[nsfw] typically tops but open 2 switching if u ask ...... she’s a brat as a bottom though :/ MFKDSM

probs more but i’ll end it there for now 🥺

CONNECTIONS ♡

friends ! some people who have gotten past her mysterious creepy exterior ....... she’s actually v motherly/caring over the ppl she likes ..... maybe has a bff that knows everything abt her .. maybe a friend she’s like siblings w/ .. maybe a childhood friend that it’s awkward w/ now .. not Super cuddly but will play with hair or hold a hand .. 🥺 MFKDSM

fwbs ! i imagine she’d have at least a couple since she’s not rlly for the idea of settling down w/ sumone .......... like at all actually ......... MSDJKLJLS but the variety we cld have ... mayb there r feelings n jealousy ...... mayb they’re chill n actually wholesome friends ..... up 2 our muses !

exes ! a couple she had back in the day .... ended on good terms or bad terms !

enemies ! i could see this possibly going towards a loyal sprite who jus can’t believe what she’s doing .. or maybe she told a lie about someone to cause a ruckus & now they dislike her for valid reasons ! MKMSDKM also enemies w/ benefits ? hell o

+ more ! that will be thought up during plotting FMDKSM

feel free to message me on discord if u like or i’ll put up a plotting call ! but if neither of those are your fancy u can simply like this n ill im u ♡

#wisteria.intro #003. ––––––– // * 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽. #so late but we got there 🥺

[goldenscript]

jack frost!minhyuk

lee minhyuk, a man of not only jovial fun but of snow and frost and all the glorious white mush that dusts lush green lawns and ices over ponds and nips at everyone’s noses

he’s the kind of spirit that accepted his fate and didn’t mind the tasks they thrusted at him bc what else could he do??? fight the greater deities for cursing him????

you could say he’s an optimist because there’s no other way to see life at this point

he’s always been that kind of half full guy and he’ll always make the most of any situation so knowing that he let his younger sister have a life is all that he can ever ask for - he just happened to be given a second chance

this time to bring joy and life to others like he had with his sister

it took him quite a while to get acclimated to being a holiday spirit, but having fun has always been his kind of thing

he often played games with his sister, ice skating, snowball fights, sledding,,, all that good stuff

so when he was given the ability to control the one thing he loved the most in the world (aside from his lil’ sis) he made sure to make the most of every winter season

at first, he was always shy to interact with younger kids because he was so sure that no one could see him - the first time someone walked right past him, he sulked for ages ok

but then he meets your great aunt who lives away from the city and on the outskirts - at the time she didn’t have a lot of friends so she just wished for one and somehow minhyuk and her crossed paths

not that it was an accident or anything, but he has fled from the city with a sad heart, wandering until he stumbled across a lake that resembled the one when he was alive and he saw your great aunt

when she saw him, she lit up despite being so shy but she just knew he was so okay so she greeted him and gosh did he warm up

she looked right at him and nodded when he pointed at himself like “me??” and she asked him if he wanted to play and that’s what began their time together

even well into her adult life as she married and had kids, she still believed in him because he became such a huge part of her childhood and she invited him to do the same with her children

they didn’t quite remember him as they grew older but it came as a relief to him that she did

when she was alone and withered by age, he still came to see her and eventually saw you

not many people liked to visit her because she was always talking about a “minhyuk” but neither you nor your parents cared (though your parents more or less pitied the older woman tbh) so they let you stay with her and you became his playmate

you knew him by minnie than minhyuk,,, always shrieking his name in laughter and elation because he was the best playmate you’d ever known

most importantly, because he could conjure up snow,,,, tho he was total cheat at snowball fights ngl & at the end, he would let you win and pelt him with snowballs then return to the cottage with you for your great aunt’s famous hot cocoa

and many years went on like this and the loneliness you felt sort of melted away because all you can remember is fondness in your childhood and of a boy named minnie

who still thinks abt you tbh,,, he stops by your aunt’s to ask abt you and help her and he just,,, hopes that you’d come back one day

tbh, you’re not sure when you stopped believing in minnie but you do know it came right as soon as your visits to your great aunt grew less and less

even when you did stop, you mostly cared for her and tried to help her esp during the summer when the weather was the hottest bc she insisted she was fine during winters

unlike her own kids, you helped her the most - your parents encouraged it though mostly for their own benefit to rake up than anything else

after college, with a job lined up and everything, you actually decide to move there instead of a place in the city like they wanted and they disliked how you decided not to sell the house when you were gifted the cottage in her will 

ofc now,,,, you’re scared

it’s the first time you’re truly living alone and caring for a small place all on your own but you’re also comforted by the nostalgia because the faint memories of your great aunt and your imaginary friend minnie - a point in time when life was easier than worrying about living and paying bills

one day when you’re on the ice abt to skate and you’re wobbling he actually appears and says “still not good on the ice huh?”

you’re surprised, rubbing your eyes in disbelief, “minnie??????????????”

he just smiles, “well it’s minhyuk but you can still call me minnie!!!”

you’re almost certain it’s a dream but you don’t care bc you want to enjoy this moment and not think abt bills and taxes and all that other crap that’s sure to take away the fun from life

so you just grin and say, “hi minhyuk, i’m y/n”

“i know!”

“you do??”

“i remember u,,,, i was hoping you’d come back actually”

you’re surprised but before you can scold your dream self for being so childish you realize you don’t really care

and !!! he admits he’s always had the most fun with you bc you were always telling him silly stories and making him laugh and it makes you so happy that you can’t stop yourself from doing it again

this time with robots and dinosaurs and the great world war of the past and present and other great stuff you hadn’t actually told anyone since they were all pretty unconventional stories

you go to bed that first night wishing you didn’t have to wake up because this was first time you actually felt free since you last moved there but even in your dreams he’s there and it makes you smile and sleep well

the next day,,, you wake up a little late but you’re quick to get ready to run errands and you’re still pretty dazed as you walk off the bus and toward your cottage until you see a pair of feet that could only belong to one person

you almost drop the hot cocoa ingredients and he’s immediately scooping the items into his arms and scolding you like “careful!!! sheesh”

you laugh a little nervously bc you swore you were dreaming the other day ago bc he can’t be really right??

but as you both round the corner of the pathway toward the front door, he just laughs and says, “srsly you aren’t I’m really here”

he even lets you poke his cheek and squeeze his arm just to make sure because you’re seriously trying to wrap your head around the fact that your imaginary friend from childhood may not have been imaginary after all,,, but you figure he isn’t some malevolent spirit trying to kill you,,, hopefully

so you’re like “well,,, would you like to come in for hot cocoa then?” and as he makes himself at home, enjoying the way you decorated and everything, you make your great aunt’s secret recipe which he loves too

and the moment realization strikes him, his features just like up and he’s like “!!!!!!!!!! you’re amazing”

you laugh and you thank him for always making your childhood really fun and for keeping you company

he’s just like “yeah ofc it’s what your great aunt wanted,,,,” 

and you smile a lil sad but he just puts his hand on top of yours to comfort you and it makes you smile,,, bc he’s still nice and kind as ever and that,,,, seriously warms your heart

it just becomes this routine to stay with minhyuk, do errands, and even once in a while go to your job with him present bc ur office is pretty secluded from everyone else’s

he makes u laugh and feel really happy like even more than reliving your childhood nostalgia and you’re certain that it might be more than a platonic thing but you don’t want to say anything

it isn’t until one day when jooheon, a guy from ur office, asks you out and minhyuk is actually frowning and pouting bc “??? are you really going out with this guy???? why not spend time with me??”

you actually have to excuse yourself to take minhyuk aside like “??? what’s ur deal”

but he just clamps up because how can he just say that without coming off as some child y’know??

so he’s just like “um,,,, i,,, i don’t know! what’s urs?”

of course, you’re confused but before you can say anything else he just disappears and says he’ll see you later

,,,but by “later” he actually means later bc he doesn’t appear for a few days especially since ur lil’ hangout with jooheon

it wasn’t even anything special either since all you could think about was minhyuk and if he was ok because he seemed really upset and the thought of him upset actually,,, hurt you,,, A Lot

so anyway, you’re out in your backyard drinking hot cocoa with a plate of cookies and there’s another mug for him

you’re just sitting there like “where r u dummy?” but he doesn’t show up and it’s starting to get really cold so you leave it out and the next morning you find the plate and mug washed in your dish rack

and the rest of the day kind of drone on without minhyuk’s company and it makes you even more sad bc you miss him terribly

turns out he misses you too !!

well, duh

in all that time you two spent together, he’s grown attached to you and a part of him has been at war with himself since then because is that even ok ??

he’s known you since childhood and you’ve seen him as a figment of your imagination ,,, having feelings for you now seems so out of the question but then he thinks back to the way you look with snow caught in ur hair,,, the way you’ll hold his hand real tight even when you’re both inside,,, the fact that you can make ur great aunt’s hot cocoa and cookies so effortlessly ???

but ok rlly,, you’ve become such a kind and caring soul with such a selfless way of thinking and it makes him feel so happy to see that y’know??

it also makes him sad tho bc you told him abt how you were pretty much alone since your parents didn’t like your decisions to keep your great aunt’s place and how you didn’t have a lot of friends just bc of your parents and honestly he was your sole friend

like that? that breaks his heart and it makes him so freaking torn because he doesn’t want to hurt you like that yknow?

he doesn’t want to abandon you but he also doesn’t want to have these feelings for you but he just,,, he can’t help himself

even when his friends keep telling him to leave well enough alone, he looks to the man on the moon and he just,,, knows that this is where he should be

(ofc after all his tasks are done and all,,, which doesn’t take long but he sees that one of the weather spirits are being particularly mean and aiming a storm in your area and it has him racing there)

one night there’s a particularly horrid snow storm with lightning and thunder and you’re kinda terrified bc you’ve never been that keen on thunderstorms

and to be frank, it’s the first time you’ve ever suffered through a storm in the cottage without your great-aunt too,,,,

but minhyuk shows up bc he can’t stand seeing you so freaked out and he eases up on the snow even tho some of it isn’t his doing

(though he’s sure to deal with that later)

he asks if you’re ok and u get only a lil snippy bc “where have you been, you chicken head????? how could u just leave me and take my hot cocoa???”

he apologizes and admits he’s jealous bc jooheon can be seen out with u and u won’t look crazy and he just,,,, really likes u.

in all that time you two spent together, even in that time apart - it dawns on you why it upset you so much that he left and it isn’t just cuz he’s one of your only friends

so you say, “god you’re a dummy” and before he complain, you admit, “i like you too so don’t leave me ok it makes me sad”

he just lights up and a lot of the angry snow sort of dissipates as he draws you into his arms and feels you tighten ur hold on him

and because of this, it makes u both closer than ever

like christmas is even better than ever bc even tho your parents weren’t keen on that stuff, he helps u decorate and make cookies for santa (tho he eats them because he refuses to share those godsent cookies)

you both exchange gifts and he adores the mittens you made him with the lopsided thumbs and you love the snowflake necklace he had made and purchased (it took lots of begging from the man on the moon just to have a physical form that day even for like ,,,, 2 hours,,,, yes shopping really took that long for him,,,, rip)

and as you both get up from your spots on the rug by the fire place to put the dishes away by the doorway, he can’t help but point up when you’re down with the dishes with this cute, mischievous smile

you look up, brow raised and cheeks flushed but you pull him downward by the collar of his sweater and y’all kiss under the mistletoe

of course, it makes you sad when spring rolls in but he promises to pop in even if it is unconventional and he gets in trouble

and boy does the man on the moon do a good scolding every now and then, just for him

but even the spirits love the two of you together and they’ll send you nice gifts because it makes them happy to see minhyuk happy after this long

regardless of everything, even with the grand design telling you both that this won’t work out, you’re content bc he’s in your heart and you’re in his

#mxwriters #mxnetwork #minhyuk scenarios #monsta x minhyuk #minhyuk x reader #minhyuk fluff #minhyuk angst #minhyuk au #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x fanfic #monsta x scenarios #monsta x headcanon #monsta x au #monsta x fluff #monsta x angst #emswriting

[possibilistfanfiction]

hiya! i notice you tag a lot of your posts with 'nora, sloane, etc.' i understand these are characters for a story you're doing. i'm curious: what's the story about?

ok ! well @turnandchasethewind (olivia) & i have been working on the sketches for this show for like. a Long time lmao it has as most projects do grown & changed & become something entirely its own & i think it’s really awesome & lovely & am rly rly jazzed for it to move forward one day

anyway the working title for it is called views, & it basically follows sloane & nora, best friends who live & work in toronto. they met when they were 18/19 at a catering gig (terrible) & theyre the kind of love that is this epic soft quiet fun powerful love between female friends. they’re young & they’re a little lost always, & the world hurts, but like. they’re Good. the current storyline begins when they’re in their early/mid-twenties & nora meets ridley, who becomes her girlfriend. ridley is rly rly lovely & beautiful & whip smart & v kind & sloane hates her which is altogether mostly funny but a little sad

sloane ideally would be played by maia mitchell just for a visual but like. a grungier cooler hot mess version of maia bc like. sloane is a trash kid she’s our absolute fav she has tons of stick n pokes & her hair is a mess or buzzed (or both) & she will wear vans until they r literally falling off. she shops mostly at black market & she got this bike off kijiji that’s like 800% terrifying. she was diagnosed with bipolar I when she was 18 & shes on meds but its obviously still smth she deals with every day. shes from vancouver & she dropped out of mcgill after An Episode but mostly bc she hated it & she moved to toronto a few months after that (which is p much immediately when she met nora). shes like our token white character shes funny everyone drags her constantly abt so many things but they Love sloane. she eats Shit food unless nora’s parents buy her groceries & she drinks a lot & sometimes she has lil spirals but she has a dog named carly rae who helps a lot. she also has a big brother named whit he’s trans & he lives in brooklyn & she Adores him. shes a tremendously talented musician but ofc being a musician is v difficult so she also works a bunch of weird jobs between music gigs. she lives in a funky apartment in kensington w like six rotating roommates. she plays sets at the beaver all the time. if sloane was gonna write a song it would be ‘young’ by vallis alps but if sloane had a themesong its a tie between i wanna get better by bleachers & control by halsey & buzzcut season by lorde & then a rly rly sad cover of i rly like you by carly rae

nora is laura harrier bc like Hot & also biracial so thats dope. shes a baker & she works at a rly cute lil bakery on queen west & she always looks so pretty & put together & she rides this beautiful linus bike everywhere w a fucking basket & everything she wears so much birds of north america & oak + fort & rly just anything from victoire & she has like 12 pairs of blundstones. shes from etobicoke & her parents are both immigrants so nora is first generation canadian shes v v invested in how that all interacts shes a smart cool kid. she’s bisexual she came out when she was 16 bc she Literally got drunk in a closet & she has a history of dating Truly shitty ppl so sloane is like v v Hesitant when she falls for ridley. she has some beautiful tattoos & some silly stick n pokes, mostly w sloane. she has a rly cool little sister named kennedy who goes to ryerson & nora went to george brown. shes rly passionate abt intersectional feminism & she volunteers w a few different organizations around the city that help lgbtq+ youth shes like. a Good person & also sloane ADORES her & nora is in a v real kinda love w sloane theyre the v best pals. also girl can Drink. once a month regardless of how cold it is she & sloane make rly good pot brownies & go to trinity bellwoods & eat them & they end up Laughing a lot. nora also fosters w save our scruff bc she & sloane adopted carly rae together but carly rae is like an emotional support animal for sloane so she spends most of her time at sloane’s apartment so bc of that nora likes to foster dogs its rly cute. she has a beautiful lil tiny studio off euclid & queen. if nora had a themesong its like some dope gay (bi) ass mix of company by tinashe & feelin myself by nicki but then she meets ridley so shes like all night by bey

pls know that nora & sloane sometimes get Rly drunk at the greenroom in the annex mostly bc they love smoking in the lil alleyway its like. their trash special place. & their songs r like. california by grimes & love gang by whethan ft charli xcx & ribs by lorde 

ok in our heads ridley is played by aj but mostly bc its hot & we love her lol, ideally ridley is quebecois metis. she has a degree in physics but her parents just both died so shes kinda taking a break from everything & rn shes a florist in the shop next to noras bakery on queen west. shes from montreal but she went to school in the states & she has a longtime ex named ash. theyre non binary & ridley & ash are still rly good friends which sloane is like Suspicious abt but nora is like sloane jfc. ridley is rly smart she wears a Lot of stay home club & j brands & she & nora have a lot of shoes n boots that look almost identical. shes queer & shes kinda just been queer forever? her parents were scientists so it was always a v inclusive educated lil home she grew up in. she was named after ridley scott & everyone always jokes that she was conceived during alien lol & honestly she probably was. shes rly funny & she has beautiful tattoos & pretty pretty eyes & nora falls for her rly fast. she has a lil quebecois accent & sometimes she forgets words in english when shes drunk or tired. she & nora first kiss outside of the beaver in the snow theyre in the alley behind the gladstone w rly beautiful street art they were smoking cigarettes & its just. soft. so queer. ridleys lil songs r hold by vera blue & 21 moon water by bon iver & Mostly corbeau by coeur de pirate

sloane has a plot twist & falls in love w jack who is half-japanese & hes rly good friends w ridley which is the plot twist part a little but the BIG plot twist part is that she falls in love at all bc she is Convinced no one can handle her & she isnt stable enough for romantic love etc etc. but jack is so good hes so smart & hes a music therapist for kids on the spectrum its like Absurd how good a person he is. hes trans & hes abt to have top surgery like a few months after he meets sloane & she goes for a while & is like blah blah im not in love w him whatever its just sex but then shes So worried abt him being ok during & after surgery & she cares abt him so much & she gets Rly drunk & cries abt it to nora its funny. one day sloane is having a rly rly bad lil depressive episode & nora has been outta town all weekend w her parents & kennedy at their cottage in muskoka & so nora texts jack like. yo sloane has bipolar i she shouldve told u this but like i gotta tell u now bc shes havin a meltdown so pls go over & bring her food from fresh get the falafel tacos & like all the pressed juice ill venmo you & Pls make her shower if she buzzed her hair try to find the scalp treatment i got her from lush its in her dresser top drawer. also shes gonna wanna drink just let her do that & make sure she takes her meds she’ll be ok itll take a day or two & hes like ok. a lot but ok. & he goes & he brings sloane food & a tshirt of his & he gets her into the shower & out to the couch & puts on superstore & she curls up into him on one side & carly rae on the other & she cries a little but honestly its not so bad & like. hes so in love w her its wild she never thought that would happen its a fun plot twist even olivia & i didnt plan on

so anyway the whole show is kinda an ode to toronto & an ode to being young & in love w your friends in a rly profound way & also what its like to fall in love w ppl u might wanna spend ur life with, a kinda love thats v new. its abt queerness & gender & race in a way thats v much present but all of the main characters r rly informed & rly like passionate abt intersectional feminism & thats a cool aspect we r both v excited abt. also sloane deals v realistically w a balance between being stable w bipolar I & also being v creative & v connected to making music which is smth thats v important to me esp. nora was sexually assaulted before she met ridley (HATE!) but we delve into that as well. 

mostly like. its just ‘we’re never done w killing time/ can i kill it w you/ i’d like it if you stayed’ 

#views #Anonymous #sloane #ridley #nora #if u want u can hmu for my spotify bc there are a lot of playlists for views

[mirkwoodshewolf]

You are my world pt.1 Jefferson x reader

This was my first Jefferson x reader insert that came to mind on Wattpad shortly after I had done my first Jefferson oneshot I just had to do a romance one for him. Now be WARNED there is mentions of having a miscarriage so if that affects you in away just briefly skip over it and read one but there will be fluff to help ease the pain. This one is just full of feels I am NOT kidding so I apologize in advance if I break a few hearts out there esp. to you Jefferson fangirls. 

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*Enchanted forest*

         My story begins with first began as a maid to helping out an old friend of mine named Jefferson.  He and I grew up together but then shortly drifted apart after he had begun to do his portal jumpings with the Dark One.  He broke off the friendship to protect me and make sure the Dark One never knew I existed but he would give half of his pays to me to help support me.

         A few years after he had met his wife and she gave birth to little Grace, things had happened and in the end he lost the love of his life that’s when he fully hung up his hat for good to help raise Grace.  He also called me up to help take care of her and serve as his maid/babysitter for Grace.  Grace looked up at me as a second mother and even though I looked after her as a child of my own, I never wanted to take the place of her real mother.

         And plus I didn’t want Jefferson to be more conflicted should I reveal my true feelings for him.

         But one summer’s day Grace, Jefferson and I were out in the forest having our famous tea parties.

         I was drinking my tea when I took notice of Jefferson staring lovingly with that father twinkle in his eyes of his precious gem. I had always admired the way Jefferson would do whatever it takes to make sure his little girl was happy.

         “(y/n), (y/n)” Jefferson’s voice snapped me out of my daze and if I had bunny rabbit ears they would’ve perked up and my eyes went like a deer about to be shot with a crossbow.  “Is something wrong?”

         “What? Oh no nothing, not-nothing at all Jefferson”.  I assured him but little Grace knew of my dilemma (little girls know everything, at least this one does).  “Listen I uhh—I think I might’ve left the clothes out too long, I think I’ll just excuse myself”.  I stood up and began walking back to the cottage when I heard Jefferson’s voice behind me.  Frightened I started to run as fast as I could to try and slip him off my tail when my foot suddenly got caught on a deep hole beneath a tree root and I slipped and fell hitting my head hard against the tree truck and a small boulder.

Jefferson immediately came over to me crying my name then he knelt down beside me and helped me sit up right.

         “Oh Gods (y/n) are you alright? Is anything broken? Can you see right?”

         “Jefferson I’m fine. Ow!” I suddenly felt pain up my ankle as I tried to stand up.

“Oh no you’re not, here let me see that foot of yours”.  He gently took my right foot and gently examined it.  He began gently probing and caressing any signs of pain that I may make when he got to my ankle I cringed and moaned in pain.  “Well I’d call it luck or what cause your ankle isn’t broken or twisted, but it is sprained quite a bit, I’ll go get Grace and get you back home”.

“No Jefferson, you and your daughter need to spend some time together don’t worry about me, I can take care of it”.

“(Y/n) please, you’re hurt because of me, it’s the least I could do, and maybe there could be another thing”.  I then took notice of the look he was making.

It was a mix between mischief and hesitation like the face a fox would make with a face so adorable you wouldn’t almost think twice before bringing it inside but the eyes reveal cunning and mischief works that only the Devil himself could do.

“And, what would that be exact—”  I was interrupted by his lips against mine.

He was kissing me…….

He was kissing me…

Oh by Gods HE WAS KISSING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Respond you idiot! RESPOND DAMN IT!!!!

I then began to kiss him back with my hands slowly coming up and gently stroking through his matted hair and his arms wrapped around my waist.  As we separated from each other and looked at each other, his eyes turned solemn with a hint of regret.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…… For awhile now I began to start having feelings for you. Even after I married—”

“Jefferson, enough you mad fool. I’ve loved you since forever, even after—well you know…. I thought that if I had revealed my feelings too soon you’d freak out and ban me from your life, and if I waited too late if something had ever happened to you, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you were—”

“Hey you skippy hare, you never have to be afraid to tell me anything. You’re my best friend (y/n) and not only that but the woman I have truly and ever loved so dearly”.

“So….. I’m not replacing……Even for Grace I—Because that’s what I’ve always feared most. Replacing Grace’s mother, your wife. I know that I could never be her, nor am I that beautiful…..”

“Shhh, hey. Enough of that now, you hear me?” He stroked a portion of my (y/h/c) out from my face and continued, “you aren’t replacing anyone (y/n) if anything you are giving her a mother, you know how young she was when she lost her mother. I wouldn’t have asked you to come in the first place if I’d thought you wouldn’t be kind to her, and so far from what I’ve seen these past years is nothing but pure love, in fact you’d make a good mother yourself”.

I smiled lovingly at Jefferson’s kind words and embraced him tightly as I cried tears of happiness.  I finally had the man of my dreams and his little girl would become my daughter and I’d have the family I’ve always dreamed of having.

*One year later*

A year later, Jefferson and I were married and Grace became my new daughter and I her new mother.  Our life was a happy one filled with laughter and smiles and most of all love. Jefferson and I had felt reborn everytime we were near each other due to our love for each other.  It also turned out there came more happiness when I told Jefferson the greatest news of all.

         I was with child.  His child.

         Never have I seen Jefferson so happy in his entire life, and little Grace was thrilled to be a big sister.  Jefferson used his skillful carving hands to build the baby a cradle and a nursery room in the cottage.  I wanted to help of course but he said that I should not lift a finger until the baby is born.

         One night as the fireplace was warming us up through the cold winter’s night, I sat in my rocking chair slowly rocking back and forth as I was knitting clothes for the new baby while softly singing in the softest, warmest voice I could muster about the cycle of life and how blessed we humans could be with what we have and not what we need from Mother Earth and Father Time themselves.

         Grace came in a little bit during my song and sat in my lap gently placing her hand against my 4 month baby belly listening to my song.  Unaware that Jefferson was watching us and couldn’t help but feel warmth growing inside of him at the sight of his new wife and his daughter together and waiting for the day to hold his new baby boy or girl and be a better father and a better man for his family.

         But like all things in life, sometimes happiness doesn’t last forever.

         One night I woke up to pain in my stomach, I quickly raced to the bathroom only to see blood staining my dress.

Jefferson immediately woke up to the sound of my cries of heartbreak and when he saw me, he rushed out of the cottage begging for help.  Luckily for us we had a doctor close by who helped me clean up and checked up on me.  

I had been cleaned up and told I was going to live, however my baby wasn’t so lucky.

I had lost our child.  They told me I could always try again but I blocked out all options, and I didn’t want to go through something like this ever again.

         Ever since then I’ve been depressed, I refused to eat for weeks on end and refused to sleep.  Jefferson and Grace tried to do whatever it took to make me happy and healthy but their attempts failed as I refused to ever smile again.

         My happiness was ripped out of me the night I saw my bloodstained dress.  And nothing seemed like I was going to get it back.

         As I laid there on my bed, a weak attempted sewed up bunny with oddly placed eyes, battered up clothes and weak stitching soon came in my line of vision up on the bed.

         “Good day milady, I was wondering if you could point the direction to the Princess’s tea party. I am terribly late you know, and I’d hate for the princess to be upset for my tardiness”.  The rabbit said in a funny high pitched voice but I remained silent and still.  The rabbit trotted up to me and then stated. “Hey, what’s wrong miss? You look awfully sad, do you want to talk to me about it?” I slowly leaned over to see Jefferson’s body sprawled out against the floor.

         That man.

         I couldn’t help but faintly smile when the rabbit said.

         “There you go, you look more beautiful when you smile Misses, let me hold your finger,” Jefferson’s hands controlled the rabbit’s paws to circle around my index and tall finger and continued, “you shouldn’t feel sad all the time, because your family misses your smile beautiful lady, and I know that they would do anything to see you smile again, especially your husband”.

         “Pray tell Mr. Rabbit, how do you know of my husband?”

         “He’s an old friend of mine, he happened to have stumbled into my burrow before I came for Princess Grace’s tea party, asked me to come over and speak to you. He’s a good man Misses, and he’d do anything in the world to see you smile again”.  Jefferson then lowered the rabbit’s head to my fingers and made a gentle kissing sound.

“Do you happen to know where my husband is at now?”

“Of course, one moment please,” the rabbit then shot down from the bed and slowly peeking over the bed was my husband.  My smile widened as I also began giggling softly at his childish acts.

“There’s that beautiful sight and sound I’ve been waiting for,” he then gently laid down beside me cupping my face with his hand wiping away my wet stained tears.  “Oh my beautiful (y/n), I know there’s no amount of words I can say that will make you any better, but just know that Grace and I are still here for you. And that you don’t need to suffer through this alone, we can all suffer together because that’s what we are. A family, and if one of us falls, we all fall but we’re right there to pick you up along the way and help them get through the pain.”

He stroked the hair out of my face and gently kissed my forehead sweetly and long.  After he separated his lips from my forehead, I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes and whimpered faintly.

“I’m sorry”.

“Oh darling,” he cooed.

“I’m so sorry Jefferson”.  I fell against his chest sobbing softly while he immediately wrapped his arms around me and rested against the bed frame tucking me into his lap and cradling me in his arms.

He rubbed my back with his thumbs and allowed my head to rest against his chest so that I could hear his heartbeat as his chin rested against my head.  Whimpers, sniffles and choked sobs were all that came out of me while gentle coos, soft shushings and lovingly lullabies came from him as he rocked me gingerly.

I don’t know how lucky I was to have a man like him in my life.  And I refuse to lose anyone else as along as I still live.

A few months later, I started feeling a bit better.  Slowly adjusting to life once again and trying to forget about the past and move on with the future.  Jefferson and Grace have kept me sane and helped me move on from the past.  But I’ve started to notice that ever since the Queen’s visit, Jefferson hasn’t been himself lately and I was determined to see to it.

“Jefferson, may I speak to you?”

“Yes of course my darling”.  He and I walked into the bedroom and I sat him down on the bed and he asked, “is something wrong my dear?”

“Jefferson, don’t think I haven’t notice your behavior ever since the Queen came here, now I demand you tell me what is going on with you?” Jefferson knowing he refused to hide anything from me anymore, came out and said.

“She’s offered me a new life for you and Grace. I want you both to have everything you need. Please understand my love—”

“Jefferson, aren’t you happy enough with what we’ve already got?”

“I am, but I want it to be better. For you and for Grace”.  I shook my head at him chuckling coldly.

“Jefferson, Grace and I don’t care, as long as we have you. And if I were to lose you too I don’t know what would happen to me. I’ve finally got a reason to live thanks to you and Grace, if I were to lose you then Grace would end up alone, because I don’t think I would have the strength to go on without you in my life”.

“No! (Y/n) don’t you ever say that. You are Grace’s new mother, she needs you. Now promise me you’ll take care of her and swear to me that you’ll continue on raising her”.

“Jefferson I—”

“Swear it!” He snapped angrily at me revealing the true madness he secretly contained within him. I took a deep breath then sighed and agreed to our deal.

He held me close and kissed me with such love and passion.  When he separated from me, he stroked my teary cheeks and smiled at me softly one last time before taking his hat box and walking out of the door.

For the rest of the day I sat out the front porch waiting for him to be escorted back by the Queen’s guards.

It wasn’t until I had found out that my suspicions were correct as I heard the Queen’s father had returned, instead of my Jefferson.

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