#especially because her husband was always absent in raising us

[kerosene-in-a-blender]

One thing about Orym saying that he can't put down the lens he sees the world with is that he's completely correct, he's always going to be viewing the moon plot and the conflict with the Ruby Vanguard from the perspective of "a guy whose husband and father were murdered by the Vanguard", but the same could be said about the rest of the party. They all have pre-existing experiences and attitudes that have shaped their perspective on things. Orym isn't uniquely biased in this sense.

The most obvious one is of course Imogen, as her long-absent mother is a Vanguard general. She heard Liliana's voice in her Ruidusborn nightmares telling her to run as long as she had those nightmares, and she came to associate that with her mother trying to protect her from whatever the red storm was. It resulted in Imogen giving a lot of grace to Liliana once she found out she was alive and with the Vanguard, a grace that more recent experiences are now making Imogen start to believe was misplaced, but a grace that was born over what she considered her mother's voice to be for years.

Fearne was raised in relative isolation in the Feywild by Nana Morri, and as result her approach to a lot of the events she's now embroiled in has an oddly naive slant to it. The whole would is new to her and she's approaching it like someone who is new to it; there's a lack of understanding of implications that she has that goes beyond her simply being fey. This is best seen in how she's grappling with the reveal that Sorrowlord Zathuda is her biological father. She's aware that Zathuda is terrible and that the circumstances that led up to her birth are dubious but there's also a large part of her that desires a connection with him as her parent and feels like they could have a relationship. She's naive to what exactly she is to him, and also influenced by having grown up longing for the parents that left her with Morri.

Ashton lost their parents and found themself blown halfway across the world after a cult ritual went wrong, and had a spectacularly shitty life that he often found himself begging the gods to fix without answer, and as a result he's very down on the idea of gods and even more down on the idea of letting a cult do whatever they want in order to achieve the perfect world that is just beyond reach by whatever means they must. Especially after the entire shard debacle in which Ashton learned that their parents were definitely wrong to do what they did and there were no good ends for the means that they engaged in he's fallen even harder onto the line of, as he said himself, "I hope her ends are fucking great because these means are just not forgivable."

Laudna's sole experience with anything resembling a higher power for much of her 50-odd-years of life has been Delilah Briarwood, the woman who had her horrifically murdered and is still rather explicitly using her as a means to some unknowable-to-Laudna end. This has both made her one of the members of Bells Hells most open to the idea of there being no gods (no more puppet masters) but also the most broadly sympathetic towards Liliana's view of the Ruidusborn (that they are creations of Predathos with no choice but to be slaves to his whims). Her ardent belief that her lift ended on the Sun Tree thirty years ago also means that she often refuses to advocate for herself or her own needs, resulting in moments where she openly wonders if it's Imogen's destiny to join the Vanguard, despite having herself been at one point brutally murdered by a Vanguard general.

FCG made it his mission in life to help people; that desire drove a lot of what he did up to and including his final act of sacrifice for the Hells. They saw the people struggling against the Vanguard and with the world that the Vanguard created and chose to do what they could to help them. Their desire to help even extended towards the gods, as one of the first things they asked of the Changbringer upon gaining the ability to cast Commune was, "Do you need help?". FCG was also a character driven by a desperate desire to find purpose and to understand the "why" of their own existence, a desire that ultimately drove them towards religion as a means of shaping the meaning of his life, and made him the most openly religious member of the group up to the moment of his death.

Chetney, while the most able to look beyond his own biases by virtue of being the oldest and most emotionally mature member of the party, still carries with him the perspective of having been someone who ultimately made little impact on the world up until, in his twilight years, random chance granted him the power to affect change. He gained lycanthrophy, he met other adventurers in the Hells, and got caught up in an end of the world plot and is finally making a true difference in the world. It's made him, arguably, the most enthusiastic adventurer in the party because he views that adventure itself as a gift, and as a way to create a legacy. The desire of legacy is also the reason he made the bargain that he did with Nana Morri; to secure a legacy as a famous toymaker that would persist after he is gone.

Orym's right that he's biased, but it's fallacious to assume that an unbiased perspective exists, because everyone in the story has their lens through which they view the world that they can't put down, not just Orym.

#bias is the human condition #and i count myself in this as well #i have my own perspectives that shape how i engage with the text of the show #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #bells hells #orym of the air ashari #fearne calloway #imogen temult #laudna #chetney pock o'pea #fcg

[shesalewa]

My Roman Empire is 14yro me joking about committing suicide before my mom died because I was too scared to hear or learn about her death, and my mother's response to that was

"Stop saying that. You know the only worst thing that can happen to a parent is their children dying before them."

I still think about that whenever I joke about killing myself.

#ever since i started highschool i started having a joke about killing myself #whenever i got stressed I'd say: #ugh. i wanna die. #of course it's was to make the people around me get used to my dark humor #however i didn't think I'd use it so much thag even i didn't know if it a joke anymore #but from the very start i think my mom knew something was wrong with me #but she never sent me to a therapist nor a psychiatrist. we can't really afford that. not even now. #but she'd find ways to make me. my sister. and brother feel like we have worth. #but when she said that i think she thought that she's failing as a parent #especially because her husband was always absent in raising us #i still joke about killing myself. but i tone it down a bit because i don't want my mom to look at me like that again #it's sad #i dont like the way she stared at me #im probably being dramatic #but ever since then whenever my mom came home tired and stressed #and i wad happy and energized. #i would take half of her negative energy and be sad too

[violent138]

Can you talk about your headcanons about the Wayne's? Please, would love to read everything!

Thank you! Have a great day!

Anon, you've made my whole day. I love the Waynes and love the snippets of them we get occasionally. A lot of my headcanons go very well with canon, but there are a few places I diverge.

So firstly, I have always headcanoned that Thomas was very worried about not living up to his prestigious family legacy. His great-grandfather built the city, and Thomas faces a lot of pressure to measure up. But, he's kind of an idealist and a little naive from his upbringing (as the prince of Gotham, as his son will soon become). Thomas likes tinkering with cars, is a little afraid of his family, and becomes a doctor to serve people. In my mind, he's a very hardworking (see: obsessive) student who gets bullied/pressured into attending a party after his finals, where he meets the beautiful, notorious party girl Martha Kane.

So Martha also comes from a very rich, very powerful old-Gotham family, but she's more paranoid and less coddled, and her family is tarnished by scandal and controversy compared to the Waynes. She's artistic and loves to cook, and knows everything about the city.

Not to mention, Martha is always an activist and philanthropist and at first, she's a little unimpressed by Thomas' talk, but lack of action.

I think eventually they manage to get married because Thomas is utterly charmed by her, and grows on her. Their marriage is a scandal that dominates the tabloids for a while. But they're a very passionate couple, who fought a lot (but patched it up fast, especially with Alfred's interventions).

Professionally, Thomas struggles in the early days to get WE to do good, but Martha holds him firm to the principles they both care about. So Thomas tries to leverage Wayne Industries into doing good for Gotham, and it's Martha that plays a key role in establishing clinics in the Narrows and convinces her husband to work in them, which inspires their rich friends to pay up and curry favour with them by supporting these projects.

I feel like Thomas and Martha balanced each other out well, both charming and good at making allies, and there was no way Thomas ever let anyone insult his wife, who was kind of mocked for the fervour with which she championed Gotham's social causes, given her husband's capitalist-driven wealth. The wealthy elite of Gotham adored them regardless, because they were a class act, and clearly very devoted and honest.

And when Thomas makes his friends with gangsters or whatever, Martha isn't put off by it at all, she's used to operating in those parts of Gotham and merely invites them to dinner. She makes Thomas do crazier things, and he helps her with her occasional paranoia or nerves.

And I've also always hc'ed that Martha has some form of mental illness, which was long-running in her family (I think there's ample evidence of that) and I also think that she's beginning to struggle with it around the end of her life.

I see them as pretty gentle and indulgent parents too. However, Thomas is frequently absent on his many different endeavours in the city, and somehow balancing managing Wayne Enterprises too (which Martha disapproves heavily of, as that's how Thomas and her were raised and it sucked).

Additionally, Martha's family wants her to use her connections with the Waynes to better themselves, however, I think Martha's firmly against that (hence also the cutting off the Kanes for most of Bruce's childhood/not letting them have custody).

#there's a fic I kind of want to write about their first meeting so let me know if you want to see that #but it's what I believe of them #Thomas Wayne #Martha Wayne #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #the waynes #gotham #pretty basic stuff #martha kane #anon asks #asks answered

[ferretrade]

can't stop thinking about how shmi deserved better so uh this happened

This is how the story goes: Shmi Skywalker watches her Ani leave and stays behind, her days numbered.

But there's so much in the middle. 

Three weeks after Ani leaves, a familiar girl returns. She's not the same girl, but one who looks just like her. Shmi welcomes her anyway and finds a bag of credits pressed into her palms over a small meal (with Ani's favorite jam). 

"I can't—" she protests, staring at more money than she's ever seen in her life. It fills her with hope and panic at once. 

The girl shakes her head and takes Shmi's hands in her own. "For your freedom. Please, it's the least we can do after what you did for us." 

She speaks like she and Padmé are one in the same, one person spread over many bodies. Shmi understands the power of a symbol, so perhaps they are. 

"I don't know what I'll do," Shmi says in wonder.

"Whatever you want," the girl answers, as if it's that simple. "I'll help you." 

And she does. Yané stays months longer than she needs to, because she understands Shmi fears loneliness more than anything. But, for all she needs to mother, Shmi thinks this girl, wise beyond her years, needs to be mothered just as much. They both wipe away tears when they say goodbye and exchange promises to write. 

Because Shmi stays. Of course she does. Tatooine is her home, is the only place she's ever known, and she doesn't have the urge to run. She has the urge to root down deeper and fix. Shmi takes the extra money and finds ways to invest, to increase it, and use it to help others. She slips money for other slaves to free themselves. She sets up a daycare for those who have no childcare, especially for single mothers. 

She finds ways to stay busy, to be useful, to change things one small kindness at a time. And then she finds him. 

"Excuse me," is the first thing he says to her in the market one warm morning. "You're the one who got them to set up a new school closer to the farms, aren't you?" 

When Shmi nods, he thanks her and, crucially, asks, "How can I help?" 

Cliegg Lars is a quiet man, unnoticed by many. But Shmi is very good at noticing. She sees how he cares for his son with patience and love; she hears how he speaks calmly and with reason; she feels the warmth of his smiles. 

They become friends slowly, then fall in love quickly. He lets her lead in all things; he never raises his voice or a hand; he comes up with all sorts of clever ideas and makes her laugh as easy as breathing. For the first time ever, Shmi feels like she has a real partner and the kind of father Anakin didn't have. (But Anakin and fathers is a very different story.)

With Cliegg, she gains a son. Shmi loves Owen at once. He has his father's quiet sweetness, the makings of a respectful young man, but is still a boisterous kid. Shmi teaches him how to cook, helps him with his homework, sings him the songs that have carried down in her family for ages. Her heart will always beat for Anakin—nothing and no one could ever replace her Ani—but it's nice to be a mother again. She has room in her heart for her new family too, and Anakin has everything she could never give him. In a way, Anakin and his big heart helping the Jedi and the Queen is what gave Shmi this life. 

Time passes in a blink, as it does. Shmi watches Owen grow up, welcomes Beru into their family, sees the wrinkles and gray hair changing the landscape of her reflection.

When a big birthday comes up, they celebrate it quietly and the night ends with Shmi sitting inside and enjoying a cool glass of tea with her husband. She laughs softly and Cliegg looks at her with amusement. 

"What?" 

Shmi shakes her head absently. "I never thought I'd live this long." Slaves never do. "I never thought I'd be this happy." 

Cliegg squeezes her hand, needing no words to tell her he understands. To tell her she's loved. 

Shmi's days are numbered, but they're a blessing she never expected. And they end with holding her baby, her Ani, one last time. 

#shmi skywalker #sw fic #abp fic #sw #you can take this as canon compliant #or you can use your imagination and give it a happier ending :)

[agena87]

1,2,3 pls

(beware, I wrote a full novel here XD)

You know what, I'll answer those not for one, not for two or even three characters, bur for FOUR: Simon, Seamus, Karl, and Agena because I have a looooot of background stuff to share about those four AND BECAUSE I CAN (and I KNOW that Seamus and Karl are, for now, just characters I introduced in renders, but I actually have stuff with them in my never-ending folder of screenshots to edit/post)(which I need to do soon).

How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? *Simon: He HATES his father who's a bigot, a narcissist, a tyrant, and an all-around shitty person. All of his life, his father controlled every aspect of his life: who he could be friend with, what he should study, who to date, how to dress, EVERYTHING. It made him very self-conscious and was always making sure he was doing what was "right" growing up, which led to poor-self esteem later on, and a bit of paranoia (it got better in the last few years). It made him rather permissive with the people he loves, too, scared that he would turn into a control-freak like his father if he tries to exerts any kind of authority. *Seamus: They like to pretend to that their father doesn't exist, which was it felt like when they were younger, since the man was always travelling for work (that's what they call "having multiple mistresses/lovers to take care off while ignoring your family" in this household). Since Oswald (for it's their father's name) was never around, he didn't really have any influence on Seamus. *Karl: Finally a good father! Karl loves his father, who always was here for his children. His main influence on Karl is his open-mindedness. *Agena: Her father, Alfred, died when she was two, so she doesn't have any memories of him, and no influence on her. As for Seamus who raised her after that, she loves them. They mainly influenced her in the fact that you ALWAYS stick with your family/friends, that loyalty is the best quality to have.

Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? *Simon: He hates her only a little less than he does his father, mainly because she was too drunk to do or say anything to him most of the time. In her defence, she was her husband's tyranny first victim (but it doesn't excuse the fact that she never defended/helped Simon). She was an ever-present and yet absent mother. Because of her addiction, he swore to never touch a drop of alcohol, and he never did. *Seamus: Hate is not a strong enough word to describe what they feel about their mother, Wendolyn. Maybe "loathes" is? Wendolyn was very abusive, both verbally and physically, especially with Seamus, who she despises. She spent years calling them names because of the way they decided to present themself, using the f-slur on a daily basis since they were about eight. She beat them for as long as they remember, and tried to send them to conversion camp when they were sixteen, which caused them to left home and never come back. Because of her, they can't handle people screaming. (She also is the shittiest person on the planet, since she actually is the one who paid someone to kill Alfred, her own brother). *Karl: Just like with his father, he loves his mother, even if she is a bit over-protective and waaaay too invested in her children's lives. From her, he learned to always help those in need. *Agena: This is a weird relationship that Agena and Carol have. Carol, who was rather young - but it's not an excuse - when she got pregnant with Agena, abandoned her as soon as she was born. She got spooked because of [REDACTED] regarding Alfred - not something bad, mind - and left him. It was only after she discovered her pregnancy. She actually thought of aborting, since she was scared that the [REDACTED] thingy would affect her baby, but after talking with Alfred, she accepted to keep it if her ex-boyfriend accepted to raise the kid himself, which he was more than happy to do. Then, when Agena was 13/14, she contacted her daughter, after her other daughter, Tabitha showed signs of [REDACTED] and her mother, Alaria, told her it was something present in their family too. Alaria never knew why Carol got rid of her newborn (nor she knew who the father was) until then, but it turns out that she knew Alfred's family, and after a bit of investigation, found that he was dead and that Agena was living with Seamus. Feeling guilty how she treated her daughter, Carol wrote to her to explain why she left her, and try to make amends. It took several years, but they finally met, and are now in somewhat frequent contact, even if their relationship is still a bit difficult.

Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? *Simon: He has five older brothers and two older sisters. He dislikes them all, for they all are too much like their father, all about appearance and status. *Seamus: One younger brother, Reginald. As kids, they were the best of friends, but comes adolescence, they grew appart (mainly caused by Wendolyn). But in the last few years, they grew close once again. Well, when Reginald is not disappearing God knows where (he is very troubled and flees quite frequently). What they like about Reginald, is that they finally learned to stop listening to Wendolyn; what they don't like, is that they don't listen to anyone, even when people are trying to help him get better. *Karl: He has an older brother, Willi, and two younger brothers, Pertti and Reinhold. He loves all three of them (really, this family is a loving-one). What he likes about them: -Willi: his devil-may-care attitude -Pertti: his ambition and drive to reach his goals -Reinhold: his loyalty What he dislikes about them: -Willi: his stubborness (though he is just as stubborn, so he can't really say judge) -Pertti: his Lothario's ways (well, he actually doesn't care that he has relationships after relationships, but when it caused Willi and his wife to divorce because he had an affair with their sister-in-law and got her pregnant, well…) -Reinhold: his temper (once again, he's just as bad, so… kettle, cauldron). *Agena: She has a biological half-sister, Tabitha (which, yeah, not a scoop), and an adopted sorta-sister, Denebola ("sorta-sister" as in, they're not actually related other than as cousins legally - she is Seamus and Karl's daughter - but since Seamus is like a parent to her, she considers Denebola her sister). Both are a lot younger than her. She loves Tabitha, but their relationship can sometimes be a bit difficult due to the fact that Agena - even if she won't confess to it - is jealous that Tabitha was raised by their mother. As for Denebola, she's still a toddler, so it's impossible to not love her. She likes Tabitha's strong personality and Denebola's hugs, but she dislikes Tabitha's foul language (and bad influence on Alfie) and Denebola aggressivity.

Pfeeew, it was a lot (why did I decide to choose so many characters?).

#answer to ask #Anonymous #thank you nonnie #extra: all that we are and will never be

[apinchofm]

Please please please write The Squad crashing Sept Tours on Baldwin's behalf to have Words with the family about how he's been treated, especially the near-decapitation. Baldwin meekly tries to verbally hold them back but they just pat him and go "Hush now dear, let us handle this"

Btw yes I am picturing Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton 😂😂 The rest of the squad is Penelope, Daphne, Eloise, and Dowager Violet Grantham (for the hell of it)

Lmao, I love this! I decided to do lunch with Lady Danbury because I love her. Sorry, this took a while!

Book Club Saturdays were for Baldwin and his family had to leave him alone. Well, he called it 'Book Club'. Matthew had always assumed it was either a government meeting or a sex thing.

"Is that Lady Danbury?" Phoebe asked shocked.

"Who?" Diana asked.

"Agatha Danbury. She was a brilliant lawyer and married Lord Danbury. I met her a few years ago," Phoebe gushed, "Brilliant, terrifying woman."

"She once told Prince Philip to shut up. On his own birthday." Marcus recalled.

"... Philippe would not put up with all you have," Lady Danbury comments and it's clear what she means.

She looked over at his family, "I did not realise the rest of your family was here."

"Neither did I," Baldwin replied. He had expected only Matthew.

"Good afternoon. I did not realise you would all be here." Baldwin greeted, "Lady Danbury, this is my sister Dr Diana Bishop. You know my brother and nephew and Phoebe Taylor, Marcus' fiancee."

"I may be old but I do recognise Phoebe Taylor. Congratulations on your engagement, dear." She smiled, and looked at Marcus, "Now this man can stop ruining the other young ladies of high society." She poked him with her stick for good measure.

"Is it ruin if it is consensual?" Marcus joked, sharing a knowing smirk with the older woman.

"Please do keep him on a tight leash, my dear." Lady Danbury said.

"I do," Phoebe smirked and Marcus smiled knowingly. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"I have cuffs if you want to keep me attached to-"

"Please," Baldwin interrupted them, annoyed "Sex, elsewhere. We have discussed this."

"Dr Clairmont," Lady Danbury looks at him with a shrewd look, "I am glad to hear you are better."

"Thank you, Lady Danbury." Matthew replied.

"I do hope your injuries cause you se6e things clearer."

"My brother is walking well again," Baldwin said.

"Your brother sacrifices a lot for you." She mused, "A lot. Try not to do anything else that may lead to him facing an axe and bonfire."

Matthew just stared back at her, "I did not-"

"I am still speaking. You are a father now. I do hope you realize that requires responsibility and patience." She continued.

"I have been a father before."

"Yes. Do raise these children this time, lest they decide to cause chaos out of resentment for an absent father. My godson is the same." Lady Danbury warned, "Baldwin. Until next month?"

Baldwin kissed her hand with respect before she went into her waiting town car.

"She's..." Diana tried to find the words.

"Terrifying?" Phoebe supplied.

"Yep, that is accurate," Diana said and looked at her husband, who was thoroughly annoyed. Baldwin returned to the group, rolling his eyes at his brother's glare.

"Do not look at me. Miyako called her."

#adow fic #a discovery of witches #all souls trilogy #baldwin montclair #lady danbury #adow crack #bridgerton

[noghouls]

— hey look, it’s cherry kennedy! they’re twenty-six years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for sixteen years, and they’re currently working at skin deep. i heard they’re pretty callous, but i think they’re so witty at the same time. can they make it out alive? -- emma mackey, queer, female + she/they

tw: trauma, absent parents, underage alcohol and drug use, needle mention.

✧ -> cherry grew up with pretty absent parents. they always thought telling that to people was the same old sob story, so eventually they just stopped, and started lying and saying everything was okay. except they were anything but: with a dad who abandoned them all for a new, more stable and functional family in a new town, and a mom who had kids way too young and was still seeking her stolen youth and dealing with a now absent husband, things weren’t always peachy. feeling like a burden and having to raise their own little brother, cherry often found that their name was ironic: with a name so sweet, she felt way too bitter and nasty most days.

✧ -> the family moved to shrike heights when cherry was nine years old, and her brother wyatt was only six. it might have been a random choice, but cherry knew they had come here to chase after their father and be close to him and his new family, even if their mother would never admit to that as fact. cherry was the main guardian for their brother, watching him when their mother would work late hours, come home late, drunk, and/or dragging some random man inside their home, shutting the bedroom door behind her. they had to grow up too young, too fast. the only good thing was that wyatt and cherry had each other, and always would. they promised each other under the covers, and that was a sacred pinky promise.

✧ -> entering high school finally felt like a relief, which might seem weird to most people who dread it and look back on it with disdain, but cherry felt like maybe things could finally fall into place. even though they’d struggled with identity and sexuality in middle school, who they liked and what parts of them they wanted to show to the world, high school felt like a new, fresh start. they chopped their hair to their shoulders, dyed it green and stuck a safety pin through each ear, claiming some of their true identity. the way cherry grew up had made them tough, not putting up with any bs, and had the general reputation as kind of angry and repressive, but cool, and not to be messed with.

✧ -> drug use was common place with the circle cherry ran in, and suddenly their mom cared. it took sixteen years and finding their daughter high one day to finally get some ‘motherly attention’ in the form of screaming and scolding. ‘don’t be like me!’. cherry wasn’t having it, and often ran away to friend’s houses, crashing secretly on their couches, hiding from the parents sleeping upstairs. they felt the most guilty leaving wyatt behind, and only returned home because of him. their loyalty to their brother was the most important thing. cherry tried not to ever let wyatt see them high, or drunk. they hid that part, dealing with that ptsd on their own, away from their baby brother. but they made sure to take time to hang out, help with homework, and would always take him where he wanted to go, especially shrike mall.

✧ -> it was a no-brainer cherry ended up working at the mall. there was something about that atmosphere, the chill vibe and types of people that inhabited it. and maybe a little bit of the appeal of a family. even if it was a work family, it could be a chosen family, which was often better than the family you’re dealt. cherry found the tattoo world fascinating, and thought that piercing people couldn’t be too hard, right? they did it on themselves, what could be so different? they often found themselves asking to hang around, and once they were old enough to work, started off sweeping and cleaning the floors after a long day, until they were a permanent employee, and piercing apprentice. cherry is a hard worker, and genuinely likes their job. especially when it got them out of the house. the mall, despite the scary events that have happened, is still their safe haven in a way. they just make sure to have both eyes open at all times. 

✧ -> cherry has always considered themselves and their sexuality to be fluid. back in high school, especially when their drug use was common, they found themselves trying things with everyone, physical and superficial at the surface, trying to figure out what they liked, eventually deciding queer was the best label for them. they’ve never had a serious relationship before, only flings and mock relationships, scared to get close too close to people, in case they don’t like what they see after the good stuff falls away, and yet another person walks out of their life.

✧ -> these days cherry is clean, but it’s always a slippery slope. she worries about wyatt, who is away at college, but he seems to be doing better than they are at dealing with their not so ideal childhood, and they write letters and postcards when they can, keeping him posted on things going on at the mall. cherry does not currently speak to their mom, and daydream about confronting their father, showing up at the house and ruining his perfect little life. but that’s just a fantasy...

TO SUM IT UP: cherry is your local (not so) friendly piercer at skin deep ! they’ve been working there since they were a teenager giving in to their fascination with body mod, and has been living in shrike since they were nine years old. they’ve grown sort of bitter towards everything going on, secretly living in some fear for what could come next, but coming off as mostly indifferent and cold if asked, but that’s mostly because thinking about it for too long is overwhelming. cherry is generally a person who wants to care, and will open up with some prodding. oh, and they’re great with a needle, so stop in to skin deep to get a sick piercing !

#🍒 — . muse #🍒 — . reply #🍒 — . open #🍒 — . closed #🍒 — . cherry & #shrikeintro

[singthesongsofsin]

⇷ / for Hellaina!

@k1ttyb0t | Send “⇷” to view a memory from my muse’s past life.

Sacramento, California. Circa 1967.

The kitchen table is between her and Josie, because her sister has decided to have this conversation instead of just letting it happen, and letting it go. Hellaina's still feeling rough from the procedure: blood, and the occasional bout of nausea. It's why she came out into the kitchen at all, for a cup of peppermint tea.

Her doctor had been good, and more importantly, sympathetic. He'd fallen hook, line, and sinker for the pretty blonde girl's sob story about her boyfriend and what having this kid would do to her, et cetera, et cetera. It had even been partially true, it would cause 'emotional and physical distress'... even if that was entirely because it interrupted her plans.

Hellaina sets her hands on top of the counter, fingers splayed, refusing to bend to her sister's judgement.

"Hel-"

"Don't."

"You didn't have to get an abortion."

And there's her sister's holier than thou attitude, the little cross necklace glinting at her collar selling the whole thing.

"No? What were my choices?"

"Well you could have raised them." Hellaina laughs, rolling her eyes. "Your boyfriend-"

"Experiment," she corrects. Her sister's expression turns puzzled, and Hellaina almost wants sigh. An abortion was unthinkable, but her being a lesbian is somehow even more so. Well, it's not like she could disappoint her family any more. "I don't like men, Josie. He was a curiosity, and an underwhelming one at that. He left me with a slight problem so I dealt with it."

It hadn't been a question either. Sure, the side-effects had been enough to give her a pause for a day or a two, but when there was a time limit, it had been easy enough to harden her heart to the choice. Though, her expression twitches, but she refuses to give her the sister the satisfaction of seeing her twitch, even as her stomach rolls again.

"Or," Josie says, breezing past that revelation. "I would have raised them."

And that is enough to make her laugh, pressing a hand to her mouth. "Oh, oh right, your good Christian charity. I forgot."

Josie's expression twists, and she stands up straighter, moving to grip the back of the dining chair. "What? It would have been a better solution."

Hellaina's laughter dies down, and she shakes her head. "Right," she says, the vowel elongating into sarcasm. "Because you never would have held it over my head." She pitches her voice up, deliberately mocking. "'Look at me, being the good daughter, taking in your mistake while you go off and live an exciting life.' Don't pretend you wouldn't have held it over me forever."

No, no, better to have a clean break. "So you think that murder is a better option? So you can go and have some illustrious 'future'?"

"You might be happy living and dying for mediocrity, but I'm not. Especially not here for another year for a half dozen cells." She already has her bus tickets bought-- did the day she got the procedure done. A week, and she'd be gone.

"You bitch," Josie, says, with a vitriol that Hellaina is ill used to seeing from her sister, and it's enough to shock her.

"Oooh, look at you, using some adult words."

"You have never been content with this place. Little miss too good for this. Graduated, and you don't care about anyone do you?" Josie says it as critique, a cutting remark. Hellaina supposes to Josie, it must seem like the largest possible sin.

A lifetime coming to this. A screaming match, or half a step off, over their childhood kitchen table.

They've never been close, so it's not like she can be surprised. Her sister has always been too much like their mother. Their mother with her crucifix on the bedroom wall, and the absent husband, and the thinly veiled derogatory remarks that led her to taking Spanish all through high school. Their mother who isn't half as happy as she portrays to the neighbors and her sister is just two decades off the same fate.

"Congratulations for figuring that much out." She says, turning away, and taking a step towards the hallway with her room. "We're done here. I've done it, you disagree. Let's not prolong this anymore than we have to.

"Hel-" her sister's voice raises behind her, the last syllable muffled through the slam of her bedroom door.

#tw: abortion #🐍 hellaina | headcanon #🐍 hellaina | sold her soul to take the crown #fun note! Her sister never says her full name #because Hellaina NEVER uses it #She is Hellaina and has been Hellaina for longer than she wasn't #and actively feels less than 0 connection with the name her mother gave her #Also your fun reminder that Hellaina isn't... nice #she's happier in hell by far

[liam-and-co-ideas-universe]

Arcastein

Arcastein: A town that lacks big building. Not due to the crisis that exists but due to the excess amounts of Airships that are there. This country is known for manufacturing airships all around the world. The majority of the area is Steampunk aesthetic while some areas use helium to make a different type of airship. Fast moving air vehicles are prohibited here from traveling.

List of people who live here.

Name: Katherine Tate

Age: 40

Family: Alcyon Tate (Daugher)

Likes: Her daughter, her company.

Dislikes: Her husband.

Weakness: Stressed out a lot sometimes.

A single mother who kept the blimp company after the divorce when Alcyon was a baby. Her ideas were successful in the company while her husband’s ideas were unsuccessful. She saw that her husband’s ideas were purposefully ruining her company. She had to take care of Alcyon all by herself that way. She lacks proper staffing, so she pilots the blimps herself. But due to being a single mother, she had to take Alcyon with her along as well. She was one of the sparks that made Alcyon want to pilot in the first place. After an accident, She suggested that Alcyon goes to flight school so that the accident wouldn’t happen again and that she would be an official pilot. She knew that she raised her daughter successfully.

Name: Alcyon Tate

Talent: Ultimate Pilot

Personality: Kind-hearted

Likes: The sky, Her mother, Joyrides, Calm weather, Clear weather

Dislikes: Descending very fast, Punctures, Crashes, Storms of any kind

Weakness: Shy, scared of falling.

Age: 21

Raised by a single mother, she always had to be at her mother’s job where her mother worked at her company where her mother sells blimps. One day where her mother was absent, she always wanted to pilot a blimp for herself, so she decided to borrow one of her mother’s blimps and took a joyride. Her mother was very worried about her daughter and the missing blimp. Good thing she was able to land it very safely. Her mother then suggested for her to go to flight school to become an official pilot so that the same scenario wouldn’t happen again. Alcyon was able to handle different types of aircrafts especially during unexpected emergencies.

Where she comes from: The Class of 99

Scarlett Sinner: She is the more mature of the twin sisters, she is more planned, more focused on expensive jewelry, antiques, paintings, and priceless artifacts. She has a gun to protect herself.

Age: 20

Weakness: Manipulative,

Preferences: Museums, mansions, vaults, banks.

Where she comes from: The Sinner Siblings

Alicia Sinner: Unlike her “Older” twin, she is more focused on less important items, wanting to maintain her happiness over valuable items. She has a sword to protect herself.

Age: 20

Weakness: Bratty, selfish

Preferences: Gas stations, stores, restaurants.

Where she comes from: The Sinner Siblings

Jayden Sinner: He is the oldest of The Sinner Siblings, unlike his sisters, he pilots the blimp to get away when his sisters steal stuff from places. He is the getaway pilot.

Age: 23

Weakness: Self-important, anger issues.

Where he comes from: The Sinner Siblings

Name: Eliza Henrietta Bray  

Age: 24

Personality: Kind, sweet hearted, sometimes a bit clumsy while she is in the air

Likes: Liam Bourgeois, Her Airship, Nicholas, Sky.

Dislikes: Punctures, Crashes, The Blimp Mercenaries, Anne

Weakness: Emotionally weak, crybaby.

Eliza Henrietta Bray was one of the many misc characters that Liam have created. While no one is looking around, Liam secretly hugs this character sheet for long period of hours and thought of going on adventures with her. Because of his thoughts and feelings, she had developed a crush on Liam and would sometimes randomly hug Liam out of nowhere. Also, due to her airship getting lots of punctures, she has developed a hobby of sewing.

Info about her airship: Her airship is very reinforced due to many crashes she has experienced in her life, you can see many patches to her balloon part from the punctures of the past, but they never leak out. it functions almost like a hot air balloon instead of an actual blimp (Kinda)

Name: Nicholas Hunter

Age: 20

Occupation: Pilot

Likes: Sky, Couples, Valentine’s Day, Being in the air

Dislikes: Terrorists, Blimp punctures (Especially while in the air),

Weakness: Hard to focus sometimes.

Bio: Nicholas wasn’t very much social at a young age, He found Sky while he was running away while Sky was commissioning a blimp order.   Nicholas   started to study all about air travel to become a pilot at a young age. Nicholas likes couples because he can help them with dates.

Name: Sky

Age: 40

Occupation: Blimp constructor

Likes: Nicholas, Smoking, His job

Dislikes: Terrorists, supply shortages, Deflated blimps

Weakness: Lack of emotion expressing.

Bio: Sky is the owner of the Blimp construction company. He inherited his money from his rich parents after they died. He wanted to make people interested in air travel. He sometimes took care of Nicholas when he was at a young age. Sky rarely rides a blimp with his friend  Nicholas. He also repairs blimps as well.

Story: When Nicholas finally became a pilot, Sky had an excess number of blimps that weren’t sold so he helped Nicholas start a blimp yard to help sell the blimps. Eventually, Nicholas started to offer blimp rides to people who want to ride in one but can’t afford one for themselves. Eventually, the two both became very close friends.

Name: Anthony Dian

Age: 30

Occupation: Blimp/Airship Mercenary

Likes: His Job, His Sister, Cutting, Rich people, Sword Training, Planes

Dislikes: Oceans (While working), having to cut blimps while controlling his plane at the same time.

Weakness: Anger issues

Bio: Anthony was always in danger at a young age, attacked by people and animals, Anthony had to do sword training to be able to defend himself from dangers. Anthony started to cut things with his swords and was enjoying it. He hates the oceans while working because he thinks the water will might save his targets.

Where he comes from: The Blimp Mercenaries

Name: Nola Dian

Age: 27

Occupation: Blimp/Airship Mercenary

Likes: Her Job, Her Brother, Archery, Helicopters, Crossbows, High Velocity while firing arrows.

Dislikes: Heavy Wind, Running out of Arrows, Weak arrows, Low velocity while firing arrows, Balloons popping (That make a loud sound)

Weakness: Self-centered

Bio: Nola liked archery at a young age, Nola’s parents taught her at a young age. Nola won an award from an archery competition. Nola didn’t like the sound of balloons popping, she gets scared easily when it happens.

Where she comes from: The Blimp Mercenaries

Name: Victor Barker  

Age: 30

Role: Pilot

Personality: Charming, flirty

Likes: Arthur Chambers, Letting Liam pilot for a bit

Dislikes: being tied up while piloting.

Weapon: Sword.

Secret crushes: Arthur Chambers  

While everyone else thinks that he is a ladies man due to him flirting with a lot of women a lot. It’s not confirmed that he has dated a woman before but to only nurture these skills to be able to date a man instead. Victor has piloted many airships before Liam recruited him. After he was recruited by Liam, he had an romantic interest in Arthur. Sometimes, he lets Liam pilots the airship so that he can have some fun for a bit.

Where he comes from: Liam’s airship crew

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you please write a Tommy x wife reader where she is domestic and the typical wife of that time period and is sweet to the staff at Arrow House, giving them weekends off and doing it all herself taking care of her husband, their young children and home, and Tommy adores her and what she does? Not to mention he loves her food (she’s a damn good cook and baker) and yeah just something where his wife is maybe half Gypsy and half non Gypsy growing up with a little money (non Gypsy father was a businessman like Tommy) and yeah Tommy just absolutely adoring his wife and how she grounds him too

I really enjoyed this one. It's domestic bliss, Tommy is a good dad, and his wife just wonderful and tough. Ugh. So many feelings. Also I really wanted a gif of the Arrow House kitchen because its my safe space in my mind. But I couldn't find one :(

I hope you enjoy!! XO

Rating: G - Domestics, good dad Tommy, Sweet wife, big reveal, cooking, baking, kids doing homework.

After a brutal day at work Tommy came home to a silent house. This would probably be what every man dreamed of. But unless he was covered in blood, he wanted his children to run at him when he came home. Other than spending time with his wife it was by far the best part of his day.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up as he took a sharp inhale. He started to tear through the house, dining room, living room, sitting room, study, all empty. No maids in site. Sometimes his wife sent the staff home for a night or weekend off, but his family were loud enough not to notice their absence.

Sharp images of finding them all dead took over his mind. Lifeless bodies piled for him to find. His hands started shaking and he took another deep breath.

Moving towards the kitchen music started to grow louder and louder. What sounded like his wife's favorite record. He pushed open the heavy wooden door to see his kids sitting at the table doing school work. He watched their faces light up and he kneeled down to pull them into his arms tightly. Their small bodies relaxed against him as he took an extra moment to hold them.

“Sorry Love, I must have lost track of time or I would have sent them to wait.” His wife called absently from across the room, eyes not moving from the recipe book in front of her. He tickled the kids causing Ruby to squeal and Charlie to give him a very disapproving look. After helping ruby back up to the table he walked over and wrapped his hands around his wife’s waist. Resting his head on the back of hers, finally the shaking stopped, he took another deep breath.

Peering over the top of her curly hair he could see the old Romani cookbook. The missing puzzle piece, house empty, kids in the kitchen, and the cookbook.

This book was the only thing she was allowed to take with her when she lost her family. Her father made a poor business decision and it cost him, well it cost her more than anyone. Being left alone in the world at 14, taken on by a neighbouring family. Somehow he was blessed enough to have her travel into his path.

Every now and again she throws everyone out of the house to complete a recipe keeping the kids close by. Much like how she described her life was when she was little. Her and her sisters used to sit and pretend to work on the school work her mother assigned but really they would watch her mother cook around the fire. Something akin to watching a witch. She said you could see the magic pool around her mother naturally, but especially when she cooked.

Something must be off. She herself was a force of nature, raising the children when he wasn't around, cooking, creating, always up to date with the on goings of the world, giving Tommy business advice, helping the maids. Looking after the ones that didn't have mothers of their own, giving advice and following up with the many events in their lives. Heck, once she even forced their date to come pick them up from our house so she could meet the guy, let him know who stood behind the young girl.

A very magical woman, but she didn't see the way the magic danced around her. How she was like a light source partially blinding when she walked into a room. When she felt particularly low she went back to the cookbook trying to recapture some of her family's magic, like it would pull her though what even she was struggling to come to terms with.

“Are you alright?” Tommy whispered.

“Yes, I’m just a bit off today.” She said finally relaxing back into him. Tommy could tell that she was very off today. There was uneasiness in her voice that he hated. Looking to the counter there was a bowl of dry ingredients and another smaller bowl of wet beside it. She was baking on top of whatever heavenly thing was simmering in the pot on the stove.

“Well, do you want me to mix then?” He thought back to the amount of strength required to blend the last cake batter. How something light and fluffy came out of the cement like structure he would never know.

“Would you?! That would be great.” He left her to shrug out of his suit jacket and vest draping them on the back of a dining chair, the one furthest from Ruby and her ink set.

Rolling up his sleeves he watched his wife hand him a big bowl and a wooden spoon. Both kids gave him queer looks, he often wondered what they thought of him. A sharp businessman? Distant and cold? Horse murderer? He hoped not. He also hoped this rare domestic moment seeped into their brains. Charlie should know that if your wife is unhappy you do whatever you can to right it, and that Ruby shouldn't accept anything less.

He would never admit it but there was something very calming about the moment. The fire keeping the cold season at bay, Charlie helping Ruby practice spelling her name, her loud giggles at his stupid jokes. His wife was twirling around humming along to the music, throwing things into the pot. And him sitting there fighting with this cake batter.

He’d choked people out with less force than what was required to mix this. He’d never let it show, this rare moment was enough to make any man feel uncomfortable, he certainly couldn’t picture his father doing it. He didn't care, Tommy knew there were very little things he thought were beneath him, helping his wife certainly wasn't one of them no matter how domestic the task was.

As the process continued he could feel his wife's mood lift. Soon dinner was ready and the cake was cooling on the counter top. They sat and ate without disruptions, no phone calls, or maids serving. Just them as a family.

He could tell that it was a calming thing for everyone. He hated how much of his life was away from these moments. But he tried to capture all of them when he could. To think he almost messed this whole thing up with various substances gave him a feeling he did his best to push down. He owed his wife for a lot more than just two children.

He listened to the kids prattle on about what they learned in their school lessons as his wife finally settled into her normal self, that last little bit of tension chased from the room.

Dinner and cake passed, then Tommy looked over his kids' school work.

“Hmmmmm, I'm not sure about this.” He said sternly, both children groaned in response. He looked over the organized numbers and correct answers, then compared it to Ruby’s clean letters almost well enough to compete with Charlie’s.

“These are excellent. Go play, but no mess and no yelling” He said while watching them take off out of the room laughing loudly.

He poured his wife a glass of whiskey and sat down next to her at the table.

“Dinner was wonderful, love.” She let out a content sigh. “Are you feeling better?” Tommy watched her features carefully, if something happened he wanted to know. Even if nothing happened and she was unhappy with the weather he wanted to know.

“Well for now, but it won't be long before the sickness sets in again.” Tommy was lost, sickness was bad and yet she’s looking at him with a small smile, eyes shining.

“I'm pregnant.”

If she was anyone else he’d worry. Business was only getting bigger, the kids growing faster, more things pulling them in all directions. Even if he fell off the side of the earth tomorrow he had no doubts that she could manage everything on her own. He pulled his wife into a kiss, breaking apart to rest his forehead against hers. He put his hands on her stomach.

“Why were you sad?”

“Part of me always hates telling you. What if you're unhappy about it? Things are already wearing on you with the new factories..” She shrugged her shoulders.

“I'm never not going to be happy about our family.” He pulled her chair closer to his so she could rest her head on his shoulder. They both sat quietly staring into the fire, his hand never leaving her stomach.

#tommy shelby x reader #Tommy Shelby X wife #Tommy Shelby & Kids #Good dad tommy shelby #Peaky Blinders #Peaky blinders fic #Peaky Blinders Request #Tommy Shelby #thomas shelby #Request

[robininthelabyrinth]

Initiative - aka NMJ and JYL get engaged - ao3 or tumblr pt 1, pt 2

Jiang Yanli’s first engagement had been announced when she was three and a half years old – there had been a big party, festooned in color, exquisitely and meticulously planned out in advance, and she’d been obliged to stand on stage next to a baby in a cradle that had done nothing but cry and spit as all the adults around her congregated and congratulated each other on the excellent match.

She hadn’t enjoyed that at all.

Her second wedding announcement was simultaneously more casual and more noteworthy, and she enjoyed it tremendously. 

Madame Jin had sent several invitations to Jiang Yanli to come visit Lanling in advance of the hunt planned for Phoenix Mountain, speaking of how beautiful it was and how much she looked forward to seeing her good friend’s daughter – talking about she’d always regretted how Jiang Yanli had been obligated by circumstances to take shelter at the Unclean Realm rather than in Lanling City, although she’d been pleased to hear from her son that she was doing well – all the right sort of words. The words might have been more welcome if Jiang Yanli hadn’t known that Madame Jin was still intent on securing the marriage she had arranged.

If she hadn’t been engaged, she would have accepted the invitation, hoping to form an alliance for her sect through a close relationship with Madame Jin even if she didn’t have one with Jin Zixuan (no matter what Madame Jin hoped), but as she was, in fact, engaged to another – even if it hadn’t been formally announced – it would be inappropriate to go. So she instead played ignorant and responded graciously, protesting that she couldn’t possibly impose, that the rebuilding at the Lotus Pier needed her, but that she would of course be happy to attend the hunt alongside the rest of her sect.

She arrived at her brother’s side, smiling all the while.

Her second engagement was announced like this: Sect Leader Jin, using his newly legitimized son as his mouthpiece, had brought forward some ghastly ‘entertainment’ that involved shooting at helpless prisoners, tied up in chains. Jin Zixuan had complied, but Wei Wuxian had marched out and disrupted everything by showing off to a ridiculous extent – Nie Mingjue, who had been watching with a black face full of rage but unable to speak due to propriety, had started applauding very loudly and very enthusiastically – and Sect Leader Jin had ordered the prisoners taken away.

“Well, then,” he said, clapping as if he had impressed himself: as if they hadn’t just been subjected to a powerplay under the guise of hospitality, as if everyone would be over-awed by his might now that they had seen him abuse the helpless while they were all forced by the rules of etiquette to say nothing or else risk carrying the blame for trying to start another war. “Absent anything else, we should proceed to the hunt itself, where await you only the finest of prey and the sharpest competition among your peers.”

For the further display of the power of the Jin sect, he meant.

“Actually,” Nie Mingjue said, interjecting in a moment in which Sect Leader Jin had paused to take a breath so that it was technically not an interruption, “there is one thing. A request, in fact.”

Sect Leader Jin’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he maintained his false smile. “Of course, Sect Leader Nie. What can I do for you?”

“I’m getting married,” Nie Mingjue said. “The bride is Young Mistress Jiang, of Yunmeng Jiang, and I would like –” He raised his voice to overcome the abrupt explosion of talk that had erupted. “– I would like to have her accompany my sect in today’s hunt. I hope that doesn’t interfere with your plans for a competition between the sects?”

There were those who said that Jiang Yanli’s chosen husband was bad at politics, and they might even be right. But it didn’t really matter in the end if he’d thought of the idea on a whim or if it’d been a prearranged plan by Nie Huaisang, who was cleverer than he liked to let on to people, Jiang Yanli’s future husband had still wiped away in a single sentence all memory of the farce they’d all just endured and of the hunt that was yet to come, ensuring that the only thing anyone would remember about today was the shocking news of the engagement of the leader of one Great Sect to the sister of another.

(And if everyone remembered that at the last celebration hosted by Sect Leader Jin, he had proposed to resurrect the marriage between Jiang Yanli and his own son, instead, forcing her to publicly demur on vague terms…well, that just made it all the more satisfying.)

Now it was Sect Leader Jin’s turn to scowl and glare, and Madame Jin’s expression looked no less thunderous, but in the end Jiang Yanli got to go with the Nie sect on the hunt.

“You know I’ll only slow you down,” she said to Nie Mingjue, who snorted.

“No more than Huaisang will,” he said, and if his face was stern and his voice gruff then she still thought she detected fondness and humor beneath it. “Besides, it’ll be a good opportunity to measure you.”

It turned out that he meant that more literally than she might have thought.

Jiang Yanli was promptly whisked away to the back of the Nie retinue by a small cadre of Nie disciples, men and women both. She was presented with a number of training sabers shaped out of wood and made to hold them in a variety of positions as they murmured things about stability and reach and balance as if they really, truly thought that she would actually use the saber they were preparing for her.

“This one,” Nie Jiahui, a steely older woman with silver in her hair and fierce eyes, eventually announced, and the practice saber Jiang Yanli had been waving around was taken away. She was then presented with one that was twice as heavy, for “practice”.

“Do you always practice with something heavier than the actual thing?” she asked, and Nie Jiahui nodded.

“Strengthens the shoulders,” she said, curt but not standoffish. “Have some candy.”

Jiang Yanli blinked, but smiled and accepted the offer. It was licorice, which she liked.

“Do you often carry candy with you on night-hunts?” she asked, listening to the sound of fighting from up ahead. Every so often, a disciple or two would trot by carrying the corpses of larger and larger creatures, slain in the fighting; it seemed that the Nie sect was not, in fact, being slowed down in the slightest by her presence.

Of course, she also wasn’t being tended to as if she were their chosen lady, either, as she might have otherwise expected – all pomp and flowery language, Nie Mingjue by her side at all times to show her around as if they were on a pleasure stroll – but in all honesty that would have been a little bewildering. It was very much not the Nie sect’s character, all practical and straightforward, and she found that she preferred it that way.

“It’s important to have something to replenish energy,” Nie Huaisang said, having dropped back to join them from the front. He looked tired and grumpy, but his saber appeared to have been put to some work; he immediately climbed up into the carriage that people were taking turns riding and started cleaning it. “And licorice candy clears the lungs.”

“Clears the lungs?” Jiang Yanli asked.

“It’s good for more than that,” Nie Jiahui said. “But that’s one of the uses, yes. Do you ever feel like your chest is too tight, especially when you move too much? Leading to coughing, shortness of breath, your lips turning blue?”

Jiang Yanli blinked. “Yes,” she said. “But that’s just because I was born with a weak body.”

Nie Jiahui scoffed and Nie Huaisang laughed. “Good luck with that,” he said cheerfully. “I was born with muscles that didn’t keep their tone: too flexible, incapable of gathering strength, requiring more energy to do less, making me twice as tired twice as fast – even sitting up straight can be a struggle in some extreme cases, though luckily not mine. And do you think that helped me one bit in getting out of saber training? It did not.”

“Early childhood intervention is best,” Nie Jiahui said. “But the next best is starting today. I’ll show you some low-impact exercises that you can start working on to strengthen your shoulders and stomach, as well as some balance movements to center yourself and improve your posture – that way, by the time your actual saber is ready, you’ll be able to take it through one of the basic routines.”

“I’m happy to learn whatever you have to teach,” Jiang Yanli said, ignoring Nie Huaisang’s dramatic cry of ‘And here I thought you’d be on my side!’ “I only regret troubling you.”

“Not at all,” Nie Jiahui said. “It’ll be good to have someone watching the Sect Leader’s back on night-hunts.”

Jiang Yanli felt a surge of terror and excitement in her belly. “He would trust me with that? You would trust me with that?”

“I did tell you that you’d need to keep up with him,” Nie Huaisang said mildly, and it was true, he had, only she’d assumed it was a bit more metaphorical. “You don’t have to fight or even walk too much, if it doesn’t suit you – my grandmother was lame in both her legs from a childhood illness, she rode everywhere, scariest woman I’ve ever met by far – but you do have to be there. Someone needs to be able to tell my brother to stop. Someone he’ll listen to.”

And wasn’t that something of a thrill to think of?

Jiang Yanli wasn’t someone anyone listened to – not her parents, not her brother, not her sect disciples. She’d always been the one who comforted them afterwards, who supported them; she made them food and tried to convince them to be kinder to each other, and sometimes they even tried for a while before getting into another tiff. They would kill for her if she so much as hinted at it, tear down the sky for her, but it was more in the nature of indulging her rather than actually allowing them to guide her.

Yet here was Chifeng-zun, a war hero and a sect leader, one of the most powerful men in the world, a man admired by men and sought after (even if only in their hearts) by women, and his family was telling her that he would listen to her.

“If you say so,” she demurred, but they insisted, and by the time the hunt was over Jiang Yanli was surprised to realize that she hadn’t needed to resort to sitting on the carriage more than twice the entire time.

“We’ll send Auntie Jiahui to the Lotus Pier after today’s hunt is done,” Nie Huaisang chattered cheerfully in her ear as they headed back towards Jinlin Tower. “She’ll work you through your paces, believe you me, and all the supplemental things, too – making sure you eat the right thing, take medicinal baths to improve your meridians, apply massages to loosen your joints…those parts are nice, actually. Take care of your body as you would your saber, take care of your saber as you would your wife! That’s how the saying goes. Trust me, you’ll be regretting the whole thing soon enough.”

Jiang Yanli didn’t think she would. “You seem very confident that A-Cheng will allow you to do as you please, even in the Lotus Pier.”

“I’ll tell him it concerns secret Nie sect marriage rituals,” Nie Jiahui interjected. “When two women are involved, men tend to run away when the words ‘marriage’ and ‘secret’ are combined.”

Sadly, she was probably right.

“Show me those exercises again,” she requested, and Nie Jiahui climbed up on to the carriage to show her the ones she could do even while sitting down.

Jiang Yanli might never have had the opportunity to strengthen herself before, and she was moderately certain that she wouldn’t have too much success now, as the various tricks Nie Jiahui had taught her were largely body refinement, barely reliant on qi, and her cultivation was still as low as ever.

But she was good at devoting herself to learning something when she wanted to, and as soon the hunt at Phoenix Mountain was over and they had shifted over to the various feasts and meetings that Lanling Jin had planned for the rest of the week, she began her efforts at self-improvement in earnest.

The weak body her mother had always despaired of might always be weak – Nie Jiahui had been quite blunt on that subject, making it clear that nothing she was suggesting was some sort of miracle pill, and furthermore that there was nothing wrong with being weak as long as she made an effort (Nie Huaisang had been the recipient of several pointed looks there) – but Jiang Yanli was determined to at least demonstrate that she was trying.

A gesture of good faith, perhaps. Some small show of initiative.

Nie Huaisang had said that Nie Mingjue appreciated her initiative.

“A-Xian,” she called one morning, only a few days later. “A-Xian, are you going out for a walk? Let me come with you.”

“You’ve gone on a lot of walks recently,” Wei Wuxian laughed, but allowed her to take his arm as they walked into the crowd. “Do you like Lanling City so much?”

“It’s the exercise I’m after,” she said, smiling at him. “The Nie sect is a martial sect, remember? I’ll be going on more night-hunts in the future, if all goes well, and I’ll need to keep up.”

“Oh, but surely they’ll bring a carriage..? I don’t know if you really need to go on night-hunts –”

“I want to! It’ll be nice. Don’t worry about me so much, A-Xian –”

Wei Wuxian was shaking his head, smiling, and he wasn’t looking where he was going; perhaps that was why he bumped into the young woman.

But then she looked up at him, and he looked down at her, and he froze.

“Wen Qing?”

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[kimetsu-no-imagines]

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its ur bf write me rengoku porn rn before i kiss you in electrical- u know what i want 😩 ——————————————————————————- a/n : !!!!!! anything for u babe!!!!! a request from my bf,,,,,,,how special,,,,especially when haven’t written on here in forever,,,,,, warnings ; mugen train spoilers!!!!!!!!!! s o m a n y!!!!!! mentions of rengoku/akaza fight, alternate universe where rengoku lives it’s what we all want anyway, pre-established relationship/rengoku is your husband, breeding/pregnancy kink, rengoku living and dying (figuratively) between your legs, “dirty” talk but rengoku is such a loving man i don’t think it should even be called that here, uhhhh body worship but with his eyes? its very vague but it is there, boy just loves you okay, also none of this is proof read or anything if that matters word count ; 2,728

I’m Home

When you first hear about it, of course, like his fellow pillars, you’re terrified-thankful, naturally, that your husband at least hasn’t died, but the crow sent to inform you of the events of his mission, of his injuries, doesn’t exactly try to sugar coat anything, not even for you, his spouse.

Skull fractures from dodging the punch that would have smashed his eye completely, broken ribs from dodging yet another hit that, if he hadn’t moved back fast enough, would have gone through him and killed him-the details were gruesome, they were bone-chilling, it wasn’t as if you or anyone particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but one thing was for certain-you were relieved not to have lost him to this, to have lost anyone. Tanjiro and the others were so strong, so hard-working, and they were so young, with so much to live for-you couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if anything had happened to them, either.

There’s so much about it that pains you-not being able to have your husband home with you after he’d already been so busy with this mission and the ones before it, knowing how injured he was and how long it’d take him to recover at the Butterfly Estate, it was all… Torture. Not that you couldn’t go see him, of course-but Shinobu urged you to stay home and relax, you wouldn’t want to see him in the state that he was in, she promised you that much. Her crow did come by to personally update you on his condition every day or so, though-that was at least some amount of relief.

… Or, it would have been. You hadn’t seen any crow come by in a week or so, to the day-and yes, you kept track, because of course you did, you were an anxious wreck, and it’d already been months of your husband steadily recovering, or so you thought. Had he died from his injuries? Did something happen to the estate, were more people hurt? … Well. You supposed that was a silly thought, she lived so close to the Master’s own residence-no demon could get close enough to hurt them, with all the wisteria around both places.

You were so used to having your husband around to calm you when you thought about the worst things, like this-your heart hurt with anxiety and worry. What could you do but stand outside by the door, every day, for hours, just waiting for some sign, of a crow, of Shinobu herself, of anything?

It was another day that had gone by just like that-your feet and legs ached from keeping yourself up for so long, dried tear trails staining the sides of your face-you knew it was silly of you, you knew you should have tried to be at least a little stronger, for him if no one else, but… You just couldn’t help it. You hated this. You just wanted your husband back.

A dejected sigh leaves you as you watch the sun set for just one more moment before turning to go back inside, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes again-maybe tomorrow you’ll go up to Shinobu’s estate yourself. You couldn’t stand this for another–

“Hahaha! Now isn’t this strange! You’re running away from me!”

Your heart stops, and you freeze in place. What?

You feel him before you can turn to see him-chest pressed against your back, though soon you’re spun around and pulled up into a crushing hug anyway, and it’s all you can do to immediately start sobbing into your husband’s brightly-colored hair as you’re held.

“… Hello, my sweet,”  His voice is no longer booming and jovial like it was a moment ago, but soft, gentle and meant only for you, as he squeezes you to him-you want to worry about the injuries he was supposed to be recovering from still, but you don’t want this to end, either. You suppose, he must have just been coming around the corner and through the gate when you turned to go inside-not that it mattered, all that did matter was that he was… Here, holding you.

“You must have missed me terribly!” All hearty, he laughs with you again, even if all you can do is cry in his arms while he rubs soothingly at your back, “But of course I missed you terribly too! I tried many times to sneak out and come home to you, but Shinobu or one of the other girls always caught me-”

You missed his voice dearly, you did-and you were still crying, but you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. It was something you usually did to quiet him, for sure, but right now you just… Needed him. And he didn’t seem to mind, hands happily and readily sliding down to hoist you up into his arms, never breaking from you as he carried you into your home.

“… Such a beautiful shouldn’t have quite so many tears upon it, you know,”He mumbles gently against your lips, and you sniffle as you finally reach up to start wiping at them, “I-I just missed you so much, Kyojuro, I was so scared-you were almost-you could have-”

“But I didn’t, and I won’t.” He interrupts you sweetly, but firmly nonetheless, shaking his head at you, “I am fine. I am healed, my love. I am still here to fulfill my duties-and I always will be. That includes my duties to you as your husband.”

“I…” It doesn’t feel like you should believe it-after what you’d heard of his battle, knowing he’d even just encountered an Upper Moon demon, this felt too good to be real or true, and yet… There’s such certainty and finality blazing in his eyes as he stares at you, all you can do is nod.

“… Alright.”

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… Really, all you had intended to do this evening, now that you had your husband home with you, was cook him his favorite meal and go to sleep with him, in his arms, for the first time in who knew how long, at this point. Truthfully, that had been your only goal. You wanted him to rest, no matter how many times he told you just how fully recovered he was through the mouthfuls of sweet potato you so lovingly prepared for him-and yet… And yet…

Well, you suppose you simply didn’t account for him wanting… Dessert.

“It’s been so long,” The words are mumbled around you, your flesh, as he greedily, really voraciously eats and licks you up from between your legs-you’d already known him to be feral when presented with the sweet treat only you could provide him with, but this was something else entirely, “-it’s been too long, my love, don’t you understand how very hungry I am?”

You don’t, but by no means are you going to let that stop either of you. You missed his mouth just as much as he missed your taste.

“K-Kyojuro-Kyojuro, I’m-Kyo–”

… He’s never been one to tease or deny you. And yet just as you’re about to cum, so close to the edge you could have tasted it yourself, he’s pulling away from you. His lips and chin and… Well, his face, in general, are so shiny with you-you easily forget your frustration and get lost in the blissful look in his eyes as he cleans himself with his tongue. “While you certainly are the most delicious thing in this world, my sweet,” He crawls up the length of your body so quickly, so desperate to smash his lips to your own, “-as I’ve told you, it’s been far too long. I want to feel you cum around my cock this evening. But I’m sure you have no complaint either way?” Any other day, you’d want to hit him, to get that cheeky look off of his face, but… You also can’t say you don’t want that. Maybe you really don’t have any complaints either way. “… You’re awful,” You huff up at him, but you nod, “… But alright.” … And yet he stays still. It would be so easy-you’re properly soaked, and the pair of you are completely naked, and yet your infuriating husband is just… Sitting there, hovering over you with a smile on his face. It’s a soft, loving smile-but you’ve known him so long, you don’t miss the mischief in his eyes. “… Can I not admire you, my beautiful spouse? Even for a moment, after I’ve been gone from you for so very long?” It’s not a crime for him to stare at you so adoringly-really, you’d love it if you weren’t as damn horny as you were. But... It has been a long time. He’s teasing, but as much as that’s true, you know he’s being earnest, too-his eyes flicker all over your form so carefully, meticulously re-memorizing every tiny detail about you. “... Even more beautiful then before I left you, dear one,” The way he murmurs it, so absently, it’s almost more like he’s saying it to himself, but his eyes raised to bore back into yours after a minute-clearly, he wants you to hear every word of what he’s saying, absent or not. “... Would you like to know something I thought about while I was away?” His love renders you breathless, speechless-it’s all you can do to nod up at him. “During the brief hours of respite I would get, I would think to myself... What would it be like to come back to you, our home... How would it feel, the joy of it all... And then, another thought had started to occur to me,” A sharp gasp tears through you as you feel a few fingers suddenly and swiftly beginning their work at stretching you out-sneaky man, he’d distracted you from his hands with his voice, and even then, he kept talking like he hadn’t done anything, “... What would it be like if I could come home to the sight of you all swollen and glowing with our child...?” Those words rob you of whatever meager amount of breath you had managed to regain. With your child...? “... Oh, my love, you squeezed my fingers so nicely just now,” He marvels at the sight, the feeling of you, worrying his lip between his teeth-you’re so pretty like this, is what he wants to say, but his mind is suddenly consumed by the thought he’d put into both your heads a moment ago. You, glowing with the product of your love in your stomach. You don’t fail to notice the twitching of his cock where it hangs all hard between his legs. “Do you like the sound of that, then...? Do you want to carry my children, our children, my dear one? I’ll give it to you if you just say the word-after all, what poor excuse of a husband would I be if I didn’t?” His fingers move in and out of you faster, frantic and eager to prepare you for him, now, as he almost rambles on like that-his words set your body, your insides, on fire. You do want it, you realize-it’s not something you���d given much thought to before, but here, like this, right now after spending so much time worrying about losing him? You really do want nothing more. “P-p-please, please Kyojuro, I want-please give me your children, I want it, I want you, please make me pregnant, my husband, please-” It’s not meant to egg him on, truly it isn’t-you just can’t help but beg with how badly you want it yourself. But that doesn’t mean you don’t delight in the way he seems to snap, just the slightest bit, above you, quickly removing his fingers from you to replace them with his cock-what you’d been waiting for since he laid you down in bed earlier. That felt like an eternity ago right now, though. The stretch isn’t an uncomfortable one, with the care he’d still taken to prepare you-you missed it, if anything, you missed him. And it’s clear that he feels the same-he’s gone so tense above you, arms trembling on either side of you with the restraint it takes not to move. Somehow, he still manages to keep up that bright smile of his, too. “Do tell me when I can move, my love. This is a bit unbearable with how lovely you feel!” ... As hazy as your mind was with pleasure, you couldn’t help but giggle. Even now, your husband was so... Endearing. So cute. Your bring your hands up to hold his face as you nod your head eagerly, over and over, “Please, Kyojuro-please, I want it,” You can see that he wants to worry about you, wants to ask you again to make sure-but he can’t, his body betrays him, his hips instantly slotting themselves against your own, pulling back only to quickly bring themselves back down, his cock pressing and rubbing against every bit of your insides as it moves in and out of you, over and over and over, so fast-and your husband hardly even breaks a sweat. ... His being a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, had its perks, you supposed. His stamina was one of them. But he seemed to already be losing his composure, too, with just how long it’d been since you’d gotten to be so close. “This-this is embarrassing, haha-I feel like I could burst at any moment already-just-just thinking about how-utterly perfect you’d look, ah-” His hips stutter, and he stills for a second, to keep his own pleasure at bay for a moment-though he makes up for it with the hand that shoots down to rub and stroke at what his cock isn’t already touching, “-goodness gracious-how perfect you’d look, pregnant, my love-” As if you aren’t ready to burst, yourself. Did he suddenly forget about denying you mere minutes ago...? “M-my husband-my husband, Kyojuro, please, m-me too, just go ahead, please-please give me your child, give it to me, please-” “You’re really as difficult as you are beautiful!” The very wind is knocked out of you as you find your legs suddenly on either side of your head, as he fucks into you with a very renewed, fittingly fiery sense of vigor and passion, grunting freely every time he feels you wrap around him again and again, “I truly did want to take my time with you this evening, my sweet-how irresistible you are like this-I’ll have to savor you another time-” This position, the wildness in his eyes, the feeling and the sight of him-yes, the sight of him, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t see the bulge appearing and disappearing from your stomach-fucking into you desperately, all of it is far too much for you, far too overwhelming, but of course he revels above you in the way you clamp down on him and make a sudden, abrupt mess all over the pair of you, not to mention the futon underneath you. “So beautiful-so beautiful like this, my love-I-just the sight of you, you’re going to make me-goodness-” He leans over you and folds you in half even further, nose brushing against your neck, “I-I’m going to-I’m going to give it to you now, alright? I swear it, my love, my dear one, I’ll-I’ll get you pregnant, I promise, I promise, I--” It’s so intense, he almost roars as it washes over him, as he fills you up so completely it leaks out of you, with how long its been since either of you had any form of... Release. Your legs are released, and they flop numbly down against the plush futon beneath you-your husband can barely keep himself up, but he at least tries to be careful as he collapses against you, chuckling so happily against your shoulder while you can hardly keep your eyes open, let alone say anything. You wish you had the sense what was apparently so... Funny, right now. “... I love you, _____.” The biggest wave of tranquility falls over you, hearing those words. You can’t quite say much of anything still, but he knows-he sees it in your eyes when he looks up at your face. You love him too. Right now, that’s all he needs. “I really am so happy to be home, dear one.”

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[helloalycia]

lose you [two] // leigh shaw

summary: following her kiss with you, Leigh begins to act unfairly towards you and says something she instantly regrets.

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: only one more part after this! hope you’re all liking it, and if you’re not an elizabeth fan, i’ve got a kara danvers two parter coming up after this so stay tuned! also the lena imagine part three one is still in the works, so don’t worry, i haven’t neglected it!

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Leigh had ghosted me before. She'd done it on and off throughout the first six months following her husband's death, unable to maintain contact when she barely had energy for herself. And I was patient, always, because that's what she needed. But this was different.

Her absence in my life was nothing to do with her grief, but rather the kiss she gave me the day I decided to take her out. It just had to be that, otherwise she was merely being ignorant and I knew she wasn't that harsh without reason.

Whenever I texted or called her, it wasn't with the intention of talking about what happened. She hadn't brought it up and I didn't want to pressure her into speaking about it, especially if it was a mistake (which, selfishly, I hoped it wasn't). I just wanted to hang out with her like we used to, but she was giving me blunt responses or claiming she was busy. It was like she was doing her utmost best to push me away and I couldn't take it anymore.

After about two weeks, she simply stopped responding to my texts. Her 'busy' life was keeping her from even acknowledging my contact and that was when I couldn't put up with it any longer. This wasn't about grieving or needing space, this was about her avoiding me for something she did.

On my day off, I headed over to Beautiful Beast, Leigh's mother's fitness studio where she worked. When I arrived, Jules was sat at the front desk, wiggling a pencil before her eyes distractedly.

"You look like you're real hard at work there, Jules," I commented playfully, smiling at her as she paid me attention.

"I was testing out that whole rubber pencil trick," she said nonchalantly.

"And your conclusion?" I asked, leaning against the front desk.

She couldn't help but smile. "It's pretty cool."

I chuckled at how cute she was. "Good to know."

"So," she began, leaning back in her seat. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was hoping you could tell me if Leigh is in? I feel like I haven't seen her in a while."

Jules was about to respond, then her eyes fell behind me and she smiled. "Speak of the devil... there's your answer, Y/N."

I followed her gaze and realised the class that was going on in the studio had ended, with students leaving tired but happy. Leigh trailed out after them, using a sweat towel to wipe her face and push the loose strands of hair from her ponytail out of her face. She approached the desk, but upon spotting me, seemed surprised.

"Y/N," she said, rounding the desk to stand beside Jules. "You're here. Hi."

She was casual, unbothered by the fact that she'd clearly been ignoring me the past few weeks. I decided not to question it, instead offering her a small, awkward smile.

"Hey," I greeted with a nod. "I was hoping to catch you. Are you, er, busy?"

She avoided my eyes as she lowered her sweat towel, now grabbing her water bottle from the desk and busying herself with it.

"I mean, I've got class in an hour," she said with a shake of her head.

"Perfect. Maybe we can grab lunch and talk?" I asked, not giving her chance to decline since there was no reason to.

She furrowed her brows, feigning confusion. "Talk? About...?"

I pursed my lips, raising a brow with disbelief. She was seriously going to play it like this? Judging from the absent stare she was sending my way, she was. So, I glanced at Jules, who was back to distracting herself with her pencil and barely paying attention to what we were talking about, before looking back to Leigh.

"About things...?" I settled on, knowing she'd know what I meant. "I haven't heard from you in a while."

Leigh scrunched her nose, shrugging apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'd love to, but I'm going to be practicing for my next class. Maybe not today."

I kissed my teeth with annoyance. "Hm. Okay, sure. Good luck with your class, I guess."

Rolling my eyes, fed up at her pretence, I said a quick goodbye to a half-listening Jules and left them both to it. I'd like to think Leigh would come to her senses and contact me, but maybe that was wishful thinking. Either way, it was certainly not thinking for now, so I tried not to let it bother me for the time being.

—

Waiting on Leigh to make first contact was probably not the brightest idea, since I was sure if it was up to her, she'd just ghost me forever. But I was stubborn and I wanted to make a point (clearly not a very good one since she still proceeded to ignore me...), so another week passed without speaking to one another.

The only reason I went over to her house one evening was because Jules asked for my help with something. Since I was a graphic designer, she'd asked me to help design the promotional material for this new set of classes she wanted to start at work. Of course I said yes – in the many years I'd befriended Leigh, I'd also befriended Jules. I was happy to help, even if it meant awkwardly bumping into Leigh.

When I arrived, I was greeted by Leigh and Jules' mum before being led to the dining-room with Jules to help her. I tried to hide the fact that I was subtly searching for Leigh around the house, genuinely wanting to make sure she was okay despite the radio silence on her end, when Jules seemed to notice.

"She's not here," she said, making me look to her, embarrassed I'd been caught out. "She's on some date."

I raised my eyebrows, nodding. "Oh. Cool."

It shouldn't have bothered me – Leigh had been on a handful of dates in the past month, attempting to move on – but it did. Maybe it was because I foolishly thought our kiss meant something to her, since she initiated it. Clearly not, since she was already moving on. It didn't help that she couldn't just act normal with me if it meant nothing to her. No time for her best friend but time for dates with random people? Not cool.

"Did something happen with you two?" Jules asked whilst starting up her laptop.

I hid my panic with confusion. "What do you mean? Did she, er, say something?"

Jules shook her head, leaning on the palm of her hand as she glanced at me. "No, nothing. I just thought I'd ask since I haven't seen you around with her lately. Thought maybe you'd fallen out or something."

So she hadn't told her sister what happened. Maybe she really did want to forget about it.

"No, she's just been busy I guess," I mumbled in response, before pulling my memory card out my bag. "Forget that anyway. Let's see what we can do with your promo stuff, huh?"

Leigh long-forgotten, I showed Jules the designs I'd come up with for her banners and posters, which she was super excited about, and got to work. We mocked up some promotional material for her to get printed soon and she talked me through what she had in the works which was adorable since it was great to see her invested in everything. She'd come a long way from rehab and it was refreshing to witness.

We snacked so much whilst working that by the time I finished, I knew I wouldn't need to eat dinner. Jules' mum offered, but we were stuffed and it was getting late.

"If you need anything else, just let me know," I told Jules as I grabbed my bag to leave. "If you want anything changing, also let me know."

She gave me a thumbs up and a grin. "You got it, chief. Thanks again. I know you have an actual job to do an–"

"Don't do that," I stopped her with an amused smile. "I'm always happy to help you out."

She nodded appreciatively. "Well, thanks. I'll let you go."

I waved goodbye to her before shouting a goodbye to her mum and heading to the door, letting myself out. Only, when I opened the door, I squealed awkwardly upon seeing Leigh making out with some random guy on the porch. The uncontrollable noise that escaped my lips was enough to pull them apart with a start.

"Y/N," Leigh got out with shock, wiping her mouth and clearing her throat. "What are you– what?"

Still dumbfounded, I swallowed hard and looked away. "I– er– sorry to interrupt. I'm just gonna– mhm."

Closing the front door behind me, I quickly walked around the pair and began to leave, trying not to let my surprise, hurt and irritation build up inside of me. It wasn't my business if she kissed somebody else. It was her life – she could do whatever she wanted.

"Wait, Y/N!" I heard her call and winced at the sound.

Pretending not to hear her, I picked up my pace and finally made it to my parked car, fumbling for my keys in my bag under the dimly-lit streetlamp.

"Y/N, wait up!" she called again, and I risked looking up to see her approaching my car quickly, eventually stopping by my side.

Now that I had a better look, I saw that she was dressed up beautifully for her date, wearing a black dress that accentuated her curves and high heels that dared anybody not to stare. Though, when I met her gaze, I saw her ruined red lipstick and was reminded of the stranger she'd just been making out with.

"It's cool, I'm sorry," I repeated, shaking my head and wishing I could feel my keys in my bag already. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It's not like that," she said breathlessly, holding her jacket and watching me carefully.

Finally finding my keys, I pulled them out and unlocked my car. "Not like what?" I asked, glancing at her with a tight jaw. "You can go on dates, Leigh. It's not my business."

Her expression softened. "Then why are angry?"

"I'm not angry," I said, before realising it was a little more hostile than I intended. "Look, forget it. Just enjoy your stupid date. I've got to go."

Before I could open the door, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back, eyes darkened with annoyance.

"What's your problem?" she asked impatiently.

I shook her off me and widened my eyes with disbelief. "Are you serious right now? You followed me!"

"Yeah, because you're clearly pissed at something!" she snapped, crossing her arms. "What's your problem?"

For once, I wasn't going to put up with her bullshit mood swings. It wasn't fair how she was treating me and I was going to do something about it.

"You're my problem, Leigh," I admitted with a glare. "I've been waiting for you to call or text or make some freakin' effort to acknowledge my existence, but as usual, nothing. And then to top it all off, I find out you're on some date when you can't even find a spare second to text your best friend that you're okay!"

She scoffed. "Sorry I have a life, Y/N."

Clenching my jaw, I pushed down the anger that was bubbling up inside. She looked so smug, like she'd done absolutely nothing wrong in this scenario, and it was pissing me off.

"You know what? Never mind," I gave up, releasing a shaky breath. "You clearly don't get it."

I tried to move around her and get into the driver's seat of the car, but she groaned loudly with petulance.

"Why the hell were you even here anyway?!" she asked, like she had the right to. "Couldn't you leave me alone for one night?"

I tried not to laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, love. If you'd actually bothered to talk to me, you'd know I was here to help Jules with her posters."

"Sorry that I thought that you couldn't leave me alone for two minutes," she said with a bitter smile. "It's like you don't even know how to function without me in your life."

I clenched my fists with frustration. "Wow, Leigh, big-headed much?"

She laughed dryly, shaking her head. "I kiss you once and now you won't leave me the hell alone!"

Leigh and I had been in so many arguments before this one – it's like they were inevitable with her – but I'd put up with them. I'd let her yell and call me names and treat me like shit because I knew she didn't mean it, it was a heat of the moment thing. But something was different this time. Her words stung a lot more than they should have, especially when they were delivered by somebody I thought I was in love with.

I unclenched my fists and scowled at her. "Go fuck yourself."

Not bothering to wait for her response, I ignored the way her expression changed into one of regret and guilt. I ignored her as she tried to tell me to wait. And I ignored her as her she knocked on my window when I got into the car. I didn't spare her a glance as I drove away, feeling tears prick the corner of my eyes.

Leigh Shaw could be such a bitch sometimes.

—

"Y/N, you've got a–"

"Whatever it is, I'll sort it," I reassured my new assistant. Ever since my promotion, it felt strange to have somebody work for me, but I was slowly getting used to. "Go have your break, Taylor! You've not moved from this seat all day."

Taylor smiled bashfully but nodded. "Okay. Thanks a lot."

I gave her a reassuring smile as I watched her leave. I'd just finished a long meeting with a client and couldn't wait to get to my office and procrastinate for a bit before getting on with some work. Only, when I opened the door, I was surprised to find someone sat in the seat in front of my desk. Maybe that's what Taylor was trying to tell me. 

"Hello, can I help you?" I called politely, closing the door and stepping inside.

"I like the new digs."

I froze, smile fading when the stranger stood up and turned around. It was Leigh and I wasn't sure how she'd gotten here, but I wasn't dealing with her right now.

it had been a few days since we'd argued and she'd been trying to get in touch, but I completely blocked her number. It wasn't a permanent decision, but rather a temporary solution to a problem I wasn't in the headspace to deal with right now.

Every time I thought about Leigh or what she'd said, I felt so angry and fed up. She had no right to treat me how she did or make me feel like this when it was her fault. Blocking her was the easiest bet until I decided how to deal with everything. Clearly she hadn't gotten the hint though, since she was waiting for me in my office.

"How did you get in here?" I asked through gritted teeth, trying not to roll my eyes at the stupid smile on her face.

"Your new assistant let me in," she said as I headed to my desk, before adding comically, "She definitely has a crush on you by the way."

I narrowed my eyes at her from across the desk. "You need to leave."

Her humour disappeared, as did her smile, when she met my gaze with remorseful eyes. "I just want to talk."

I shook my head, looking down. "No, this isn't the place for this. And I've heard everything you had to say, Leigh."

"Y/N, please," she pleaded, stepping forward. "I want to apologise."

With a stern stare, I said, "Go."

"Please, just hear me–"

"No!" I erupted with anger, making her jump at the volume of my voice. "You don't get to do this! Not now, not here!" Swallowing the lump in my throat and trying to hide the hurt in my voice, I nodded to the door. "Just get out. After all, I wouldn't want you thinking I'm obsessed with you."

She pressed her lips together and looked down to her fumbling hands with guilt. It was quiet, though the air between us screamed with unspoken words. I hated this so much, the arguing, the anger, the resentment. But I wasn't giving in this time. She'd gone too far and she had to learn that her actions had consequences. She couldn't just get away with it. She had to respect my space.

"I'm sorry," she said gently, looking up with a genuine expression.

I clenched my jaw and said nothing as I waited for her to leave. Finally, she pursed her lips before turning around and going. When the door closed behind her, I let out a breath and sank into my chair, feeling exhausted at the short conversation. I wasn't ready to talk to her yet and I wished she'd just respect that.

Following that, I made sure to tell Taylor when she came back from her break to not let Leigh into my office until further notice. Or rather, not let her upstairs until further notice. She wasn't allowed to bother me in my workplace just because she felt bad.

Of course, not letting her in only meant I received more calls. Especially since I blocked her number, so she deemed it appropriate to call my work phone. Every time Taylor came into my office to let me know it was Leigh, I had to tell her to tell Leigh I was busy and end the call. And the times when I wasn't there, I had several messages from Leigh to reply to. It got to a point where I had to temporarily block her number from work, too. It was the only way to have some space without completely flipping out on Leigh.

One day though, Leigh decided to pay me a visit. She was resilient, I'd give her that much.

Taylor asked me what I wanted for lunch when I said I was in the mood to go out and eat and she could join me if she wanted to. She agreed and we both made our way to the bottom floor before leaving the building. But then I saw Leigh hovering about outside the front door, approaching me as soon as she spotted me.

Already rolling my eyes, I tried to sidestep her, but she was adamant on being a pain in my arse.

"Leave me alone, Leigh," I told her tiredly.

"They won't let me in and you've been avoiding my calls," she said, a little peeved. "What were you expecting?" Her eyes flickered to Taylor, who seemed awkwardly stuck between our bickering. Rather rudely, she asked, "Can I help you?"

Taylor didn't know what to say as I glared at Leigh harshly.

"Don't be a bitch just because you're pissed at me," I insulted, before looking Taylor apologetically. "D'you think you can give us a minute, Taylor? This won't take long."

Taylor nodded, glancing between Leigh and I. Leigh had her arms crossed, focusing a hard stare on Taylor as she walked away. When she was out of earshot, I lightly poked Leigh in the shoulder to get her attention.

"That's not fair," I muttered angrily. "She didn't do anything to you."

Leigh glanced towards her again before looking to me questioningly. "Where are you even going with her?"

I squinted at her judgementally. "If you must know, we're getting lunch. It's that time of the day in case you couldn't tell."

Leigh uncrossed her arms and straightened up. "So, what? This is a date?"

I furrowed my brows. "What? No! What are you–?" I glared at her. "This is none of your business!"

"Well, if it's not, you're definitely gonna give her the wrong impression," Leigh stated with a shrug. "She has a crush on you. Is that even allowed since you're her superior an' all?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose to contain my frustration, before meeting her spiteful green stare.

"If you came here to give me your unsolicited opinions, I don't want them," I said under my breath, making sure passers-by on the street couldn't hear us. "Now, leave me alone."

Her spite dispersed and was replaced with guilt. "Wait, no, I–"

"No, Leigh," I told her firmly, eyes silently pleading for her to give me some space. "You have to stop this."

Green eyes searched mine desperately, but I didn't have time for this, so I left her standing there as I rejoined Taylor and hoped lunch would help me forget about Leigh and her impatience.

"Sorry about that," I said to Taylor when I rejoined her side.

Taylor smiled reassuringly as we began to walk. "It's okay, don't worry about it." It was quiet, before she spoke up again. "Do you mind if I say something a little out of place?"

I looked to her curiously. "Er, sure?"

"I obviously don't know the specifics of what happened between you and your girlfriend, but–"

"Girlfriend?" I interrupted with raised brows. "Taylor, Leigh and I– we aren't–"

She seemed to catch on, eyes wide with embarrassment. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I just thought– well, she's very persistent and I thought that maybe you were together and in a lover's spout or something."

Heat crept up my neck as I loosened my collar. "No, nothing like that. She's just a friend."

Breathing out, Taylor said, "Oh. Well, I mean, I guess my advice still applies. She seems to really care about you."

I snorted. "She has a funny way of showing it."

Taylor smiled. "I know. My boyfriend is the same. We once had an argument and he did the same thing your Leigh is doing. Wouldn't stop bothering me. At home. At work. I let my stubbornness get to me and didn't want to hear him out."

I pursed my lips, glancing at her. "What did you do?"

She laughed like it was obvious. "I heard him out."

That didn't sound like an option for me right now.

"She doesn't respect my personal space," I explained to Taylor, glad to have someone to vent to. "She did some... hurtful things. I'm not making it easy for her."

"Clearly," Taylor noted with amusement. "Look, that's just my experience. But all I'm saying is that your friend Leigh seems to care about you a lot. To the point that she'd glare daggers at your very unavailable assistant."

Goddamn Leigh and her ability to embarrass me even when she wasn't here.

"Thanks, Taylor," I said appreciatively. "I'll have a think about it."

She nodded knowingly. "Anytime."

I definitely wasn’t ready to hear Leigh out yet, I knew that much.

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[thewayofthemandalorian]

keep you safe - oneshot

Pairing: (non-romantic/found family) Din Djarin & Rey Rating: G Summary: Din is hired to bring Rey to Jakku. When he finds out who she is, he doesn’t feel right leaving her where she can easily be found by her family. Word count: 1,715 Notes: I woke up with this thought in my mind and I had to write it. I haven’t seen the sequels in a while, so I take more than a few liberties here and there. Reblogs greatly appreciated! Warnings: Spoilers for Rey’s heritage, family separation, some minor canon-typical violence

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“You wouldn’t be paid handsomely, but we have no one else to bring her,” says the girl’s father. Din doesn’t care about the money, he hasn’t cared about money in almost five years, not since he got the reward for Moff Gideon. He still does work to keep himself busy since Grogu left. 

Din sighs beneath his helmet, a soft huff of confusion and mild irritation, remembering what he had said to Peli all those years ago. I’m not a taxi service. And yet, here he was. 

“Why can’t you bring her?” asks Din, not knowing why - how - they are not bringing her to Jakku themselves. The man across from him shares a look with his wife, silently debating how much they should tell the armoured man. The fewer people that know, the better. The man’s wife strokes their sleeping daughter’s hair off her forehead absently as she gives her husband a subtle nod. 

“It’s better this way,” the man says eventually. “It’s better that someone who can protect her takes her. Someone that doesn’t know her.” 

Din scoffs to himself. Always the same level of secrecy. “Listen,” he says eventually. “If you hire me to do this, I gotta know what I’m getting myself into.” He remembers how he hadn’t known what he got himself into when he accepted the bounty for Grogu. While it had been the best thing that had ever happened to him, it was also a stressful and chaotic time, being chased and hunted down practically everywhere he went. 

The man’s wife is the one to speak. “She’s in great danger from someone in her family.” That didn’t really give Din much to go on. “And it’s likely that the people following us assume she will be with us. We just want to give her the best chance she has.” 

“Who?” Din has to know. Has to know what he’s getting himself into for once in his life. 

Again, the husband and wife share a look. This look is more wary than their previous look. “Someone dangerous.” Din resists the urge to sigh again, knowing that this is all that he will probably get out of them. He’s about to protest, ask for more information than veiled shadows and oblique references, but then he sees the look of desperation in their eyes, the fearfulness and he knows. Knows that he is a measure of last resort and that they wouldn’t be doing this if they had no other option. Knows that it’s similar to what his own parents did, to what he did with Grogu. They want to keep their child safe.

“Fine,” he acquiesces at last and the two sag in relief. 

The woman clutches her daughter close to her as she exhales a shaky breath. “Thank you,” she breathes. Din nods curtly in response as the girl’s father shakes out a meagre amount of credits and slides them across the table. “For your silence,” he says as Din accepts them. Din wants to say that even if he wanted to blab to someone, he wouldn’t even know what to say. But he holds his tongue. 

“Sweetheart, wake up,” the woman says to the child. The little girl stirs, pulling her head back from her mother’s chest, blinking wearily at her parents before her father lifts her off her mother’s lap and stands her up on the ground. “This nice man is going to take you to that place we told you about. He’s going to keep you safe.” 

Din looks away, not wanting to intrude on a family’s last moments together. Not wanting to be reminded of the two goodbyes he made with his own family, once as a child and then again with his foundling. 

“Why can’t you come with me?” the girl asks, her voice small and afraid. 

Her father answers. “It’s safer this way.” They must have discussed it before now, as the girl nods in remembrance and understanding. The girl’s mother wraps her arms around her daughter in a final hug goodbye. 

“We love you. And we will see you again one day, we promise.” The two parents kiss their daughter on the forehead before sending her in the direction of Din, who no doubt looks frightening to the girl in his armour and helmet. A faceless being bringing her to her fate. 

“May the force be with you, Rey,” says the girl’s - Rey’s - mother before she steps out of the cantina with her husband, tears threatening to fall from her face at any possible second. Leaving Din with Rey.

***

Rey is silent in the ship as Din pilots his way off Coruscant, charting a course to Jakku. 

Something doesn’t feel right about this. It’s the same feeling he had when he was making his way to Nevarro with Grogu to deliver him to the client. Jakku is no place for a child. Especially one so vulnerable as this one. And he’s heard rumours of the kind of person Unkar Plutt is. Din has no doubt of Rey’s strength, even for a child no older than six years old, but she would be alone with no one to care for her. 

No, something seems off. Before he can ask Rey if she knows anything about why she’s being brought to a harsh planet with an even harsher guardian, she says, “Why do you wear a helmet?” 

Din pauses for a moment. No one has ever asked him that before. Not really. “Because ... this is the way,” he says, knowing that he can technically take it off. It would probably be more reassuring if he did. 

“Oh.” She doesn’t say anything else, looking out the transparisteel into hyperspace. The streaks of stars reflect off her face. 

“Kid,” Din starts. The girl looks at him. “Do you know why I’m taking you to Jakku?” He never used to be the type to ask questions. Not since before Grogu. It wasn’t the way of the guild. 

Rey gives a very rote, rehearsed answer. “To keep me safe.” Din frowns beneath the helmet. I know that part, kid, but from what? From who? he wants to ask. Instead, “Are you hungry?” he asks gently.

The two fall silent again, the silence only being broken by Rey eating. It’s obviously clear that Rey doesn’t know either. She yawns and soon falls asleep. “Kid,” Din whispers. Rey doesn’t answer. Din sighs. There’s something nagging at him, something that he needs to know. There’s obviously more to the story and it doesn’t sit right with him, whatever it is. But he has to let it go, he knows he does. There’s no way of him finding out. The parents weren’t going to tell him, Rey doesn’t appear to know. 

It’s three and a half days between Coruscant and Jakku. Rey is obedient and quiet the entire time. She’s scared, Din realizes. He sees the same look in her eyes that was in his eyes when he was just a few years older than her. She’s inquistive and curious and kind. And it’s entirely unfair that she should have to live a life of isolation. 

He sees a kindred spirit in her, he realizes. Much like he did with Grogu. On the second night, as he’s tucking her into the sleeping cubby, Rey says, “Will you tell me a story?” as she’s settling in.

Din pauses. “I don’t really know any -” he starts but then he stops himself. “Actually, I do know a pretty good story. It’s about a bounty hunter and a magical child with a power known as the force.” Rey perks up as he begins his story. 

* * *

Jakku is hot and arid and stifling and is entirely wrong for a child like Rey. Din takes his time with the landing. Rey is dozing in the passenger seat as the junkyard that he’s been tasked with bringing Rey to. The male Crolute, Unkar Plutt, something of a crime boss, stood waiting outside the junkyard. 

Din powered down the ship. “Stay here, ad’ika,” he whispers to Rey before stepping out into the hot Jakku afternoon. 

“You must be the Mando that’s got the kid for me,” says Plutt by way of greeting. Din’s skin crawls with apprehension. Stoically, though, he nods. The Crolute chuckles. “Palpatine will never find her here,” he says. 

Din’s blood freezes. “What?” he grounds out. “Did you just say Palpatine?” The gears in his mind are going a thousand miles an hour. 

Plutt realizes his mistake. “Oh, kriff. I wasn’t meant to -”

Din grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “Are you meaning to tell me that that kid is somehow connected to Palpatine? The emperor Palpatine?” His voice is lethal. 

Unkar Plutt nods frantically. “He’s her granddad. That’s why her parents hired you, to keep her safe. Away from him. Not that it matters since he’s dead.” 

Shaking his head, Din growls, “The Empire still has acolytes. Acolytes I imagine will soon discover her whereabouts and attempt to claim her.” He cannot, under any circumstances, leave Rey here with a potential crime boss and run the risk of being found by followers of one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy. He can’t do it. Not again. 

“Deal’s off,” Din gruffs. “Kid’s coming with me.” He releases Plutt and begins to stalk back to the ship, hearing Plutt shout after him. One of his goons attempts to chase Din, but Din is quick to grab his blaster, shooting the goon before they can catch up to him. 

He can hear Plutt shouting as he raises the hatch door back up. When he gets to the cockpit, Rey has woken up, likely from the commotion outside. Without a greeting, Din slips into the pilot’s seat and punches in the co-ordinates for the first planet he thinks of, Naboo. 

“Where are we going?” asks Rey as they take off. 

Din removes his helmet for the first time in front of Rey. If she’s staying with him, she should know what he looks like. He turns to face her. “You’re staying with me, ad’ika. For as long as you’re able to.”

Rey seems to like that, visibly relaxing and finally giving Din a true smile that isn’t nervous or shy. 

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll keep you safe.” 

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[onlyfreds]

Announcement | Family of Four

Title: Announcement

Summary: It’s time to tell the rest of the family the great news.

Warning/s: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of food, mentions of teenage pregnancy (but it doesn’t really occur)

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“Fred, honestly, calm down.” I said to my husband who was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” He said with a small grin as he sat down.

We were heading over to the Burrow, just like we did every Sunday because Molly always insisted that “Sundays were for family.”

“We get to tell them, today right?” He asked, not being able to hide the huge grin on his lips.

I chuckled at his antics that were similar to a child on Christmas eve, “Yes, Freddie. We’ll tell them today.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, “But you better contain your excitement Freddie. Because if you don’t, you’ll ruin our surprise altogether.”

He took a deep breath, “Okay, okay. Just don’t make me wait too long.”

Fred stood up, placing a chaste kiss on my lips, “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” He asked, resting one hand on my stomach while the other was on the small of my back.

I smiled, “Slow down hot shot. We’re just on step one. Don’t jump to step three.” I joked.

We then apparated to the Burrow.

As usual, we were met with Molly’s bone crushing hug.

“It’s good to see the two of you again!” She said with a huge smile as she went on to give Harry and Ginny a hug.

Ginny caught my eye and gave me a knowing smile accompanied with a small wink.

Hermione, along with Ginny, appeared next to me as soon as Fred went over to George and Ron.

“So, how’s the little one doing?” Hermione asked quietly, sporting a grin.

“Shhh!” I shushed her, looking around to see if anyone heard, “Aside from the morning sickness and throwing up, the little one is doing alright.”

Ginny smiled, “I’ve been so excited to see the look on mum’s face when you tell her the news. It’s been so hard to not just blurt it straight out to Harry.”

Hermione quietly laughed, “For once I’m thankful that Ron can be oblivious at times.”

“Auntie Y/N!” An excited voice squealed, signaling us of the arrival of Bill and Fleur.

“Hey Victoire!” I greeted as I scooped up my niece.

“She’s been missing you like crazy.” Fleur said.

I turned to the little girl in my arms, “Well, I missed you too kiddo.”

“You and Fred make a wonderful couple.” Bill said, placing a small kiss to Fleur’s forehead as he glanced towards his brother. “When are you guys going to have kids yourself?” He asked.

I laughed nervously, “Dunno. Maybe sometime in the future.”

Fleur giggled, “Well, Victoire would love that wouldn’t she?”

The child clapped excitedly, “Yes! Yes!”

That’s when Molly ushered us to the table to have some lunch.

We exchanged stories with each other.

Harry and Ron were debating about the latest happenings at the Ministry while Bill and Ginny were discussing about Ginny’s latest Quidditch match.

I felt Fred interlock our fingers together under the table.

I looked at him and gave him a questioning look.

He shrugged, taking another bite of his chicken, “Just trying to contain my excitement.”

I smiled, taking a sip of water, “Bill asked me earlier when are we going to have kids.”

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I said that maybe sometime in the future.”

He laughed, “But the future is actually the present.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, “Exactly.”

Afterwards, I helped Molly clean up after lunch.

“You never changed.” She said with a small chuckle when I offered to help.

“Some things never change.” I said, “Take a look at the twins for example.”

She laughed, “I never thought that someone would be able to put up with those two. Especially Fred.”

“He can be quite a handful.” I contemplated, “But, in a good way.”

Molly flicked her wand, causing the dishes to wash themselves, “He’s lucky that he found you Y/N. The two of you are a perfect match.”

I subconsciously rubbed my hand over my stomach, “I’m the one who’s lucky to have him, Molly. You and Arthur, have raised a wonderful son.”

She beamed with pride as she gently patted my shoulder, “I’m absolutely positive that when the two of you have children of your own, you’ll be wonderful parents.”

I sighed contentedly, “I hope so Molly.”

I walked over to Fred, squeezing his hand gently, “It’s time.”

He grinned as he stood up, clearing his throat so everyone’s attention was directed to him.

“Y/N and I have an announcement to make.”

George threw a pillow at him, “You’re killing me with the suspense! If you don’t make the announcement now, I’ll do it.”

Fred chuckled, throwing the pillow back to his impatient twin before turning to Molly and Arthur.

“How much would you like to welcome another member to the family?” He asked.

Arthur smiled looking over at his wife, “The more the merrier. Why do you ask?”

But Molly seemed to get the gist as she stared at us with wide eyes, waiting for what we would say next.

Fred placed a hand on my stomach, “Y/N is pregnant.”

Everyone started cheering as Molly and Arthur ran over and gave Fred and I a hug.

“That’s the most wonderful news Y/N. Congratulations.” Molly said, patting my cheek.

Arthur pulled me in for another hug, “Another grandchild! I couldn’t be happier for you and Fred.”

I went over to where Harry and Ginny were arguing playfully.

“You knew?” Harry asked in exasperation, “You knew and you didn’t bother to tell me?”

Ginny laughed, crossing her arms over her chest, “Well Mr. Potter, that’s because you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“Keyword secret.” I said causing the couple to laugh harder.

After Ron and Hermione had gave their congratulations Bill and Fleur came over and hugged me tightly.

“I can’t believe that a while ago, we were talking about when you and Fred would be having kids just for the two of you to announce that you’re already having one.” Bill said.

Fleur gave a small smile, “I don’t know about you but I already knew that something was up.”

Her husband looked at her, “What? You knew she was pregnant?”

Fleur shook her head, “I didn’t know she was pregnant. I just knew that something was up.”

I chuckled, “How?”

“Maybe our friendship intuition. Or maybe just the fact that you would subconsciously place your hand on your stomach every now and then.” She said.

Fred then appeared by my side, his hand around my waist as he placed a kiss on my temple, “How’s my princess doing?”

I giggled, giving him a sweet peck on the lips, “I’ve never been better.”

“Ah here’s the couple of the moment.” Percy said as he made his way towards us with his wife.

He reached forward and ruffled Fred’s hair with a huge grin on his face.

“Congratulations! And not just on the baby.” Percy said with a subtle wink.

Fred looked at him confused, “What else?”

His older brother laughed, “On not making her go through teenage pregnancy.”

Audrey playfully smacked him on the arm, “You don’t have to be so mean.”

My husband laughed, “I’m glad to see you joke Perce. But maybe we have to work on your jokes sometime.”

The news of my pregnancy still hung in the air as our friends and family chatted with each other.

Fred absent-mindedly fiddled with the loose thread of my blouse.

Molly stepped forward handing me a glass of water.

“I remember when Arthur and I first had Bill. He was an angel.” She said, smiling fondly at the memory.

“Then when Charlie and Percy came along, they were just like Bill.”

Before continuing, she jokingly pointed a stern finger at Fred, “But when you and George came along. You were absolute nightmares.”

Fred gasped, placing a hand over his chest, feigning offence, “What are you talking about mother dear? We just like to keep you on toes.”

Molly rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, “For your sake Y/N, I hope the baby is like Bill. And for your sake Fred, I hope the little one is like you. An absolute nightmare.”

She then turned her attention to Victoire who was trying to show her something.

Fred rested his chin on my shoulder while he rubbed his hand over my stomach.

“I still can’t believe it.” He said quietly.

“Believe what?” I asked.

“That there is a tiny human being inside of you. One that’s a little bit of me and a little bit of you.”

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[vivianweasley]

Pride and Prejudice (Chapter 4)

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley. 

In this chapter: Christmas at the burrow!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!Reader. slight mention of Ron X Hermione.

Warnings: mention of food, the reader’s shampoo smells apple (cuz i love the smell of apples and this will be useful in later chapters asfdjgk)

Word count: 1.6k

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You were sitting under the tree outside of the Burrow, making little flower rings and crowns. That was when you saw someone running towards you, and before you could recognize who it was, that shadow already climbed up the tree.

“Fred Weasley!! You say sorry to Ron right now!” Then you heard Mrs. Weasley’s voice shouting and coming your way. Beside her was a crying four-year-old boy, covered in paint. He was crying, but his state somehow made you chuckle. 

“Y/N, dear, did you see Fred?” Mrs. Weasley stopped when she saw you and tried her best to put on a smile when she asked.

Maybe it was because Ron was crying in such a hilarious way. Maybe it was because you were interested in meeting the person who did this, so you covered for Fred, “I didn’t, Mrs. Weasley.” 

Molly has always heard from your parents that you were a well-behaved kid, so she didn’t doubt a word you said and walked away. 

The little prankster finally climbed down the tree after Molly went back into the house. He held out his hand to you, “Thank you for helping me! I’m Fred! What’s your name?”

You shook his hand, “Y/N.”

“Brilliant! What’s the word again-Ah! Since you just covered for me, we’re officially partners in crime now!”

You chuckled at his silly wink. You didn’t have any siblings, and you weren’t very close with your cousins either. So you were happy that you were making friends. 

“What are you doing out here?”

“Making flower rings.” The flowers in your hand suddenly reminded you of something. You took a flower ring you just made and slipped it onto his left ring finger. He blinked and looked at you confused.

“I saw it somewhere that partners in crime wear matching rings. So here’s yours,” you explained and showed off the matching ring on your left hand, “and here’s mine.”

“Wicked!”

~

You were at the Burrow, nervously playing with the little silver flower on your wedding ring. This was actually the first time you were back at the Burrow even though you married Fred months ago. After all, it was a fake marriage, so you weren’t obligated to go to each other’s family gatherings. But it’s Christmas, and Molly insisted on having you at the Burrow, so your fake marriage would look more realistic.

So here you were, fidgeting at your husband’s childhood home. It wasn’t the first time you were at the Burrow, but for some reason, you were suddenly nervous that you won’t make a good impression. What if Molly spent time with you and realized this fake marriage was a mistake? What if the other Weasleys didn’t like you? What if-

“What are you thinking?” Fred’s voice startled you.

Of course, you weren’t going to tell him the truth, “Nothing.”

Fred raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t ask more questions. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and started bringing you to the door, “Well then, let’s go!”

“To where?”

“Quidditch game! I need you to cheer for me and my team!”

“Okay, but I’m only cheering for the winning team!”

You and Hermione were sitting under the tree, watching their game. You had to admit that today’s game was indeed very intense. It was no less exciting than the school quidditch matches.

Hermione was watching carefully with her fists clenched. She would cheer when Ron successfully hit away the quaffle. And she would chuckle and whisper, “Idiot,” when Ron put on a silly face as he cheered.

You brought a book to the match, but your eyes were on Fred the entire time, following him wherever he goes. You noticed how his forearm muscle would tense up and how serious he looked when he’s focused. How come you never realized that your fake husband looked this good when he was playing quidditch. 

Before you even realized what you were doing, you started cheering silently when Fred hit the bludger and gasping when the bludger almost hit him. You turned to look at Hermione when she was cheering for Ron again, and you realized you were just doing the same thing. And at this moment, you felt like you were really Fred’s wife, instead of just playing the part.

The game came to an end with Ron’s team winning and Fred’s losing. Everyone was cheering for Ron, while Fred just sat next to you quietly, with defeat written all over his face.

“I think you were brilliant out there,” you commented.

“I thought you were reading a book.”

“I was watching the game, too,” you continued, “Ron was pretty good, but if you didn’t save him, that bludger could’ve broken his arm.”

Fred turned to look at you with his eyes widened, looking very surprised, and you continued, “And I saw you hitting the bludger away three times more than George did.”

“So you were paying attention to me?”

”Of course,” you rolled your eyes to cover for the fact that your cheeks were heating up, “I was paying attention to you because you are my only friend here. Plus, you are my husband. It would be a little embarrassing for me too if you weren’t doing good.” You blurted out all the excuses you could find and went back inside with the others.

But Fred found himself unable to move. Growing up with six other siblings, it seemed like no one ever paid attention to him and only him. Sometimes he felt like even his mother would just treat him and George as one inseparable group collectively. 

But now, you were only paying attention to him. And the way you said “my husband” worked like a spell that rendered him motionless. He was unable to do anything except for blushing and smiling like an idiot.

~

“Your mum’s cooking is so much better than yours,” you mumbled after you swallowed your food and took a sip of your drink.

“Yea, but my cooking is still better than yours,” Fred said as he dumped a spoonful of your favorite dish on your plate. 

Molly smiled with adoration when she saw you and Fred helping each other to your favorite dishes so naturally without saying a thing. The last time she saw you two sitting at the same table, you were still rolling eyes at each other.

You glared at Fred, trying to think of a smart comeback. But Ginny spoke first, “You know how to cook? How come you never cooked for us?”

Fred smiled at his sister, “Yea, that’s not happening.”

“I can cook for you! I’m better than him, anyway,” you offered as you glared at Fred one more time.

“Okay, I’ve only known Y/N for less than a day, but I already like my sister-in-law better than you.” 

“At least I won’t burn my toast twice in a morning.” 

“I was in a hurry!” you protested, “At least I didn’t almost burn the kitchen down with a roast chicken.”

Ginny laughed at how you two were bickering like an old married couple. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said she liked her new sister-in-law. She always thought you were pretty cool back in Hogwarts, especially after seeing you comforting and protecting a few younger students when the death eaters were controlling the school. “Y/N, where are you staying tonight? You can stay in my room if you want.” But she soon realized something, “Or are you staying in Fred’s room?”

You blushed at Ginny’s question and immediately looked away, trying to search for a good response. 

“Don’t worry about it, Ginny. They are pretty used to sharing a bed, right?” George raised his eyebrows as he teased.

“Oh shove off!” Fred glared at George, but you could feel your face heating up like an oven. Luckily, baby Victoire started crying, distracting everyone, and saving you from further questions.

~

After the dinner, Fred stayed downstairs to catch up with Bill, and you went upstairs on your own. The twins used to share the same bedroom, but George moved to Charlie's room since you were here for Christmas, leaving their childhood bedroom to you and Fred.

When Fred went upstairs, he saw you reading by the windowsill. It was strange having a girl here in his childhood bedroom. But watching you sitting there and reading so intently with your lower lip between your teeth, Fred felt like it made sense for you to be there. It felt natural, like you were the owner of this room. 

“What are you reading?” Fred asked as he approached you.

“Pride and Prejudice,” you replied without looking at him.

“Never heard of it. Who’s the author?”

“You say it like you’ve read many books,” you finally looked up to mock him, “The author is called Jane Austen. She’s a muggle writer.”

Fred was surprised, “You’re reading a muggle book?”

“Yea. As long as it’s a great book, muggle or wizard, I will read it. Unlike you, not reading anything at all.” you glared at him, for you knew he was assuming things about you again.

Fred wasn’t offended by your comment. Instead, he propped up his head with his hand and looked at you, “How about you read it to me, so I could say I read it too.”

You rolled your eyes but still picked up the book and started reading. Fred always loved your voice. Now listening to you reading a book to him, your voice felt like a soft lullaby, calming him down and soothing his soul.

Fred smiled and decided to rest his head on your lap. You rolled your eyes again but didn’t stop him. Your fingers soon started combing his hair absent-mindedly. Fred closed his eyes contently, taking in the smell of your apple shampoo. This night was just perfectly peaceful and tranquil.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“One year later, after we got a divorce, if you still want to come here during Christmas...I think my mum would be happy to have you.”

“That would be lovely,” you replied as a warm feeling spread through your body. You had a feeling that you understood what he was trying to say.

(to be continued.)

Chapter 5

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