#HABIBI AND WIFE

[p1anymph1a]

i’m dizzy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[sassywiththesas]

Sorry if i love u so much or get to obsessed...

I'm just trying to give you the love i never got.

[mvrders-are-okay]

waifu’s banner is in less than a week now. waifu’s still not home.

[xrevokedz]

I love you. Thanks for everything Habibi 💚.

[elclassicohater]

GO GO JAMAICAN GENES

The quickest Inko in the world for her birthdayyyyyy

[that-student-that-has-homework]

Gentle Reciprocity

Al-Haitham x Reader

cw: allusions to neurodivergent overstimulation

“Hello there darling,” he sees the amused twinkle in your eyes and already knows he’s in for a treat, “would you like some assistance?”

With how it was phrased it could be pointed at either him or his assailant. However he was well aware that adage was for him and not the persistent presence that plagued his side.

“While I’d rather not trouble you,” his amusement pulled at the corner of his lips, “seeing as you’re already here…”

“I might as well?” You chuckled.

His entertainment only increased at the confusion clearly written upon the foreign young lady’s face. She was likely trying to piece together what your interaction meant. Though she probably had an inkling and would now have to confirm it.

“Uh, do you two know each other?” She pulled away from him slightly.

“We do,” you nodded, humming in confirmation, “rather well, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes,” he nodded, removing his arm from the lady’s grasp, “intimately well.”

You could see her working to process what was going on based off of your layered conversation with your beloved. Meanwhile you were relieved of half of the load of groceries you’d been carrying prior to approaching the two.

“He’s my husband, sweetheart,” you decided not to toy with her any further, “his lack of interest isn’t anything personal,” you tried to console her, “part of the reason I married him is his integrity.”

She looked so confused, staring between the two of you and then to your hands. Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed as her tongue translated her confusion, “but he’s not wearing a ring.”

At which point you turn to his hand, a little smile gracing your lips, and shoot him a glance filled with mirth at the state of his finger. He appreciates your grace towards him. After all, he was wearing his ring, under his glove.

“You can see my wife’s ring though, can’t you?” He raised an eyebrow at his stunned pursuer. 

“That confirms that she’s married,” she argued, “it says nothing about you.”

“What woman would risk the tranquility of her marriage to help a fully grown man ward off unwanted attention?” He argued back.

“One that isn’t happy in her marriage and wants the man she’s helping out.”

“You know habibi, that is a plausible argument,” you turned to him intrigued.

He was about to rebut when you took the words out of his mouth, “but in that case. He wouldn’t cooperate with me, because he knows I’m married to someone else.”

“Unless you were having an affair!”

“In which case that would mean that I am still involved with a woman and uninterested in you,” Al-Haitham caught her on her argument, “you’re doing a horrible job of seducing me with these accusations, which is what I assume is your goal.”

“Accusations?” Ooh. She had gotten so carried away by the argument she’d gone into the rhetorical realm.

“You accused both of us of infidelity,”  your husband gestured between you and himself.

“What? No! I just-urgh,” she fumbled over her words, “sorry.”

“Apologize to my wife as well.”

Your husband’s assailant gave him a very unimpressed stare, before letting out a huff that caused her whole body to deflate. She turned to you, looking defeated, “sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” you nodded, your lips gently curving upwards, “take care and have a nice rest of your day.”

Again looking between the two of you, she nodded meekly and trudged away in complete and utter defeat. You hoped you hadn’t completely broken her spirit. After all, she was under the impression that the man she was approaching was available.

You weren’t able to worry long as something moved in your peripheral vision, pulling your attention towards it. Turns out Al-Haitham was turning his sound-canceling ear pieces back on. Ah. Understandable.

You lightly hooked your pinky in his before sliding it out, a quiet invitation. Glancing up at him you were met with his own tired gaze. You probably shouldn’t have entertained her arguments for too long, your love seemed to have had just about enough today. 

“Let’s go home,” you spoke nodding your head in the direction back to your shared abode.

You were treated to a little nod, your husband slipping his hand into your free one and hurrying down the street. Over time you’d gotten good at keeping up with his long strides, and he had gotten good at maintaining a pace that didn’t require you to sprint. You still had to hurry this time around though.

There was a kind of relief that came with arriving at your shared abode. You took care of locking the door, and then headed to the kitchen to put the groceries away while he headed into your room. You’d just about finished putting things away and were wondering what you could make for dinner when you sensed you weren’t alone in the kitchen anymore.

Without turning around fully, you began placating your husband, “don’t worry about food and just-”

You were cut off by Al-Haitham’s sudden embrace, his head coming to rest on your shoulder, his nose poking at your neck. Relaxing into him, you placed a hand above the ones that sat atop one another on your abdomen, languidly stroking at his skin. Seems he’d taken his gloves off.

Given he had sought you out, it seemed he was okay with you touching him in his current state. You reached your other hand up to tenderly trace his scalp. You stood there quietly, him taking deep, calming breaths, and you playing with his hair. After a bit, your husband’s weight, for lack of a better term, weighed down on you, and you could feel the fatigue in your legs.

“Can we take a seat, love?” You hummed, taking care to keep your voice quiet and light.

“I’d prefer we lay down,” his rich timbre reverberated through your bones.

“Laying down it is then,” you agreed.

You were gingerly pulled by the hand towards your room, and towards your shared bed. You smiled at the thought. You’d originally started off in separate rooms with separate beds, but look at you now. Al-Haitham allowed you a moment to close the door, careful to make too much noise, before pulling you to your bed. Within a moment he was curled into you, his head tucked into your shoulder and his arms around your middle.

It was a little more difficult to play with his hair from this position, so you absentmindedly began  playing with the wedding band that sat proudly on his finger. When you came back to your senses you paused. He was already overwhelmed and trying to ground himself, you didn’t need to introduce any unwanted stimuli.

“You can keep playing with our ring,” he mumbled, “I don’t mind,” he tightened his hold on you, “and I know it helps you stay calm.”

“Thanks,” you resumed your previous fiddling, “love you.”

“Love you too.”

You couldn’t help the way your features curled into a deep appreciation. You loved hearing those words from him, but in your current state it was redundant.

After all, he was allowing you to be near him in his volatile state, and it was an honor you cherished.

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[cinnbar-bun]

Ruler of the Heart (Crocodile x Reader)

Summary: Crocodile is not a man who gives up easily. He’s not someone who just submits to others. He has to be in control.

That is, except, when it involves you, in which he is a helpless victim to you.

AKA: Crocodile is a big softie for his wifey.

Notes: Female pronouns for reader, MENA! Crocodile, MENA! Reader

Rating: G

A/n: YEAH THIS ONE IS FOR ME <333 VERY SELF INDULGENT!!

Read on my AO3 here!

It doesn’t take much to make his eyes linger on you. Despite his stoic outer appearance, the ex-Warlord is hopelessly obsessed with you. All it takes is a snap of your finger and he immediately turns to you.

You are his oasis in the desert, the water that flows past his lips to save him from the overwhelming thirst he has. And to you, he is your king, your protector and provider who grants every wish of yours like a mythical genie.

His power, both physically and politically, is overwhelming and dominating. He doesn’t need to do much to make others comply. A simple command, a flick of his hand, and all issues crumble into dust.

But when it comes to matters concerning you, Crocodile can’t help but fall victim to you every time. From the dark, smokey eye makeup you wear, a bat of your lashes, or the pouting of your lips that are colored with the lipstick he purchased for you. From perfectly manicured nails, to gorgeous skin that glows from the oils you wanted, to the scent of oud in your hair from the bakhoor. You enchant him with your beauty, your voice, and your attitude.

Crocodile can’t help but think your attitude is the most beautiful part of you.

You walk like you’re a million dollars. Wherever you walk, everyone is immediately struck by you and your confidence. Your heels click against the floor as he stands beside you to purchase you another gold necklace for no reason other than he felt like. The grin on your lips is worth far more than the necklace he just bought you, he thinks.

You are so naturally charismatic and social, that others can’t help but be taken in with you. Crocodile, who wasn’t too fond of socializing, was taken aback by how you managed to make even Mihawk talk more during a meeting. But that’s just who you were. A laugh here, a silly anecdote there, and all were listening to you.

Crocodile also adored your loyalty. You’d go through hell if it meant saving him, and the thought warmed his heart in a way few things ever could. When other men tried to approach you, you blew them off with a snarky response and a show of your ring. When his colleagues or subordinates were pushing their luck, you stepped in to take control.

You were a true Warlord’s wife, in every sense of the word. You were the wife men could not even dare to dream of or even hope existed. You were his number one supporter, his partner, and closest, most trusted confidant.

But much like the ocean, while you were beautiful and strong, you also had your moments of devastation. Ah, you were passionate- but so, so jealous.

“Habibi, eyes over here,” you’d warn with that sickly saccharine tone of yours that meant he was pushing his luck. “Perhaps I should take those eyes of yours so they never wander again.”

Whether that was an empty threat or a promise didn’t matter- Crocodile loved it. “Ah… you know my eyes are only ever on you, my love. You already take my eyes,” he’d say the last part in his native tongue.

You were stubborn and didn’t take any disrespect- not even from him. Even when he was getting snappy, you never looked at him in fear or shrank back.

“I said-“ He snarled, raising his voice at you after a long day at work.

“No, no, no. Don’t raise your voice at me,” you cut him off with a wag of your finger.

“Don’t tell me what-“

“No. I’m not one of your men,” you placed your hands on your hips. “I did not marry you to be treated like your men. I’m your wife, not some servant.”

Well, he was angry at the time but he wondered if you knew how pretty you looked when you lectured him. He nodded, and then enveloped your smaller hand in his large, functional hand.

“I’m sorry, habibti,” he remorsefully said, kissing every knuckle on your hand. “I’m sorry. I was stressed.”

You kissed his nose back and ran a hand through his gelled, slick-back hair.

“We can talk about it over dinner.”

“Hm? What is for dinner?” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Kafta bil-sanieh. It needs a few more minutes to bake,” you say then kiss him back.

“Gods, I love you,” he sighed happily, before lifting you in his arms. You smirk.

“Then you’ll love what is for dessert.”

“Which is?”

“Basbousa~!”

His smile widens as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Your words are honey on my heart,” he chuckles, showering you in more affection.

“You’ll bury my heart,” you reply back, and he twirls you around like a lovesick teenager.

It is times like these where he can’t help but let his boyish feelings of love and affection come out. No matter how hard the day is, no matter how shitty his attitude, he was always ready to hold, spoil, and adore you. He loved and worshiped you on his knees as his queen. His beautiful, radiant queen who managed to reinvigorate his dried-up heart full of life.

His heart beat only for you, only knowing what love was because of you.

How you could so easily tug at his heartstrings like an oud. How you could make this invincible, stone-cold man melt with a simple touch or a smile. How you held his life in your hands, and how he happily let you do so. Only you were the one who could make him so weak and mushy as if he were a young man again.

But his favorite part of when you were together was at night.

At night, the scent of your perfume lingered in the air and on the sheets. He could only sit and marvel at you as you removed your jewelry and makeup from your face while in your nightgown. While to you, it was just a nightly routine, to him, it was like seeing a masterpiece being made. Your makeup was wiped off with a touch of rose water, and you made sure your hair was taken care of. You noticed his stare from the mirror.

“Yes, habibi?” You curiously asked.

“Nothing. I’m just looking at a treasure,” he responded, tapping his cigar on the ashtray on his bedside. He hears your satisfied chuckle.

“You flatter me too much.”

“I don’t think I flatter you enough,” he exhales a puff of smoke. “Words cannot do you justice. Even if I give you the world, it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Your smile is contagious, obviously enjoying his dramatic proclamations of his love for you. You finish with your routine and settle into bed, and he inhales the scent of your perfume.

You rest your head against his broad and muscular chest, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. You’re careful to not irritate his left arm as you listen to the pounding of his heartbeat.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

The sounds that entered your bedroom from the window varied night by night. You’d commonly hear the winds blowing, with the leaves of the date palm tree rustling gently from it. Sometimes the chatter of people would make its way to you. But he could ignore those, in exchange for hearing your soft breaths as you slept. You looked so peaceful and happy when you fell asleep. You’d nuzzle closer to him, and he’d keep his arm tightly wrapped around you. He’d think to himself how he never thought he’d be here. You were never something he imagined would exist. But after you entered his life, you were his dream- his every fantasy made physical. From the best of times to the worst of times, you were there.

There would never be anyone else he’d rather serve as “husband” or “lover” to, than you. There would never be another who he could happily give his heart to and bow for. Only you. Because only you could ever be the ruler of his heart.

[teastyun]

Abigail Anderson headcanons ♡

-> non-apocalyptic setting, sfw!

childhood friend!Abby always annoys and picks on you, but protects you when mean girls pick on your insecurities

childhood friend!Abby always coming over after elementary school until her surgeon dad picks her up after his shifts

childhood friend!Abby sleeps over at your family's place when her dad has an overnight shift, you two always secretly stay up too late and regret it the morning after

high school crush!Abby and you always having sleepovers each Friday after basketball and your cheerleader training with late-night deep talk sessions (your friends and classmates start getting suspicious but you guys keep being oblivious)

high school crush!Abby loves when you braid her hair into a French braid, so she started learning how to do it herself in order to braid your hair as well (it became your favourite part before practice)

high school crush!Abby cries when you guys found out you won't attend the same university, so she confesses her feelings to you

girlfriend!Abby and you love each other so much, you two believe in a functioning long distance relationship and had your first kiss one night before your birthday, when she slept over

girlfriend!Abby always sending you updates including random pictures and memes and calling you whenever she knows you're free (your schedule is her phone screen, not that she already knows your schedule minute by minute) and ofc surprise visits, where you two also had your first time 🥺

girlfriend!Abby finishes her undergrad in human science and moves to your area to continue her studies, you two move into a shabby, old and sketchy apartment but save up for a future townhouse

fiance!Abby proposes to you when you accidentally found the proposal ring hidden between in your sock's drawer

fiance!Abby almost faints when you suddenly leave her on one knee to grab her ring, which you secretly bought a few months ago when you were on a trip with your besties

fiance!Abby and you waiting until you two saved up for a steady home before eloping, so you can marry and settle into your forever home as wifes

wife!Abby finally graduates and struggles with her time management after her new job as a surgeon, but you two always figure it out together

wife!Abby becoming the biggest mum of all times when you two became the godmothers of your best friend's son, at this point you two adapt to the thought of having your own little family

wife!Abby and you adopting the teenagers called Lev and Yara from your local foster care and having such a great time growing and learning what life is with them

wife!Abby and you also adopting a German shepherd puppy called Alice, protecting your little family from any dangers

a/n: thanks for reading habibis,, ily!!

[dd122004dd]

My Qamari

Hello! It's been a while since I've posted, yes, I know. It's been a bit stressful with college and everything but I'm glad I was able to write this. Hope ya'll enjoy!

Summary: Ardeth comes home after a fortnight to his pregnant wife.

Trigger Warnings: None unless you dislike pregnant women and female reader inserts

Pet names:

Qamari- moon

Habibi- dear

Ya hayati- my life

Gulbi- my heart

ya ammoura- cute girl

(Apologies if inaccurate arabic is used, my point of reference was google and reddit)

His wife was expecting, her belly swollen with child as she moved around their home, her flowing khaftan accentuating her curves as she fluttered around, her gentle hands pouring love into their home with every touch. Her hands tended to their array of little plants on their kitchen windowsill, her soft voice softly mumbling to the plants, talking to each one as if they were her very own children.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, caressing her bump as she slowly melted into her husband, relaxing against his chest as he gently swayed, watching her carefully tend to the plants, her hands gently caressing the leaves as she assessed their condition.

“Good morning, sweet wife,” he mumbled huskily against her neck.

“Husband,” she said, grinning, head tilting back against his shoulder as she inhaled his comforting scent. He’d been away for more than a fortnight, only appearing at their home in the early hours of the morning, slowly slipping into bed beside her. She missed him desperately, yet his loyalty to the Medjai and the world often pulled him away from her.

She sighed, turning around and smiling softly at her husband, placing gentle kisses against his jaw.

“Missed you,” she mumbled slowly as she nuzzled her nose under his jaw, breathing softly.

“Me too, my Qamari,” he mumbled gruffly as they slowly swayed in the balmy desert heat.

“You know what I missed the most?” He asked softly. She gazed at him; a questioning look in her eye as she prompted him to continue.

“I missed your eyes,” he said, gently kissing her lids.

“Your sweet flushed cheeks,” he said, making her laugh and blush a vibrant pink, his favorite shade. He thought it was more ethereal than the heady mix of reds in a sunset. Smiling, he placed a kiss against her cheeks, savoring the feel of soft skin against his lips.

“Wanna know what I missed, Habibi?” she asked coyly, smiling up at him, a twinkle of mischief in her eye as her husband arched his brow at her. “Your lips on mine,” she said, yanking his collar as she pulled him down, bringing his lips closer to hers in a barely-there kiss before pouting, playfully saying, “But I suppose you didn’t miss that, hmm?”

He grinned at her before pulling her into a searing kiss, lips melding together after many lonely moons passed. She sighed into the kiss, pressing herself against her husband, hoping to get closer than her bump would allow. It felt comforting, it felt like coming home.

He was a thirsty man in the scorching sand who had finally found an oasis. Relief bled through his being as he relaxed into his wife, feeling her soft body against his as he rested his arms on her hips, rubbing slow circles as he kissed her. He held her close, afraid that if he let her go, she’d turn out to be a mirage, leaving him with bitter dust in his mouth and sand on his lips.

He wished to linger in this moment forever, but the need for air forced them to part, their separation gentle and reluctant. Her lips chased his, yearning for more, unwilling to part from the relief she desperately sook in her husband’s embrace. Unable to resist he drew her in once against, savoring her lips like the sweetest wild honey. Gently pulling away he rested his forehead against hers, swaying slowly as he watched his little love move with him.

Softly caressing her bump he asked, “How is our little gulbi? Not troubling her mama too much, I hope.” She laughed, her voice tinkling like a forgotten melody, “She’s your baby, Ardeth, she likes being naughty. Remember how you were as a child?”

Flushing in embarrassment, he hugged her closer, “Ya hayati, don’t remind me. Our children will be sweet, just like you. We will have a daughter with beautiful hair that you can braid, with a brave soul and joyful eyes. I can see that she’ll be stubborn like her mother but she’ll have a big heart, overflowing with love,” he mumbled against her hair.

“Hmm are you sure?” she teased him, grinning as he responded, “Yes, very sure.”

“Would you like to talk to her?” she asked as he quickly kneeled, eager to talk to his child.

“Hello ya ammoura, it’s your baba,” he whispered, placing a kiss against her belly as if kissing his child through her. “I’ve missed you and your ummi so much. You’ve grown so fast since I was here and soon you’ll be here in you baba’s arms, hmm?” He felt a small kick against his palm as he chuckled, “I can see you’ll be a father’s girl, hmm?” he asked as he felt two more kicks against his palm.

“She already has a favorite,” his wife chuckled as he smiled, kissing her belly. “I hope you know that I love you very much, you have a piece of my soul and you’re not even here yet,” he said chuckling, “I’ll be here for you, my beautiful child, always,” he vowed as he trailed kissed against her skin.

He slowly kissed her silvery scars, the evidence of their child growing. “My beautiful wife, growing to keep our baby nice and safe inside her,” he said as he kissed every single mark that scattered across her skin, a gorgeous canvas telling a beautiful story, of creation, of life, a testimony of their love.

“My sweet wife, so beautiful, a goddess made flesh, all for me,” he mumbled against her skin as he arose, trailing soft kisses against her body as he slowly peeled away her khaftan.

“Ardeth,” she whispered huskily as she undressed him with practiced ease, revealing golden skin as she peppered kisses against every inch. His neck, his chest, his scars, evidence of his survival. He shivered under her touch, spine arching as she trailed her fingers against his skin, breathing life into him with every touch. She gently clasped his wrist, leading him to their bed as she lay against the plush pillows. A goddess in her own right, she beckoned him closer with a curved finger, giggling as he eagerly joined her, his body cradled between her thighs as he laved her lips with his devotion. “My beautiful wife, the mother of my child, my everything,” he whispered, over and over.

Slowly he moved away, wrapping his body around her, cradling her as her back rested against his chest. She could feel his need against her, throbbing for attention as she clasped him, caressing his length as he moaned.

He drew his hands lower, caressing her body as she spread her legs, eager for him to touch her. As he drew closer to the place she needed him the most, her breath hitched as he rubbed slow circles against her. Arching into him she moaned, eager for more as he pleasured his beautiful wife.

He pulled his hand away as she whined, begging him for more, yet he reassured her with a kiss to her pouting lips, “Just a minute, Habibi,” as he lined up his cock against her entrance, the tip pressing against her as she ground against him.

Slowly pushing his hips, he entered her, inch-by-inch, feeling her stretch around him as he moaned, kissing her desperately, he could see heaven, taste it, breathe it. For he knew the closest he’d get to heaven was in the embrace of his beloved.  

Gently cupping her breasts and cradling her stomach he thrust into her at a languid pace, drawing out every moment of pleasure as she threw her head back against him, begging for more, yet he insisted on savoring her.  

“Hmm my sweet wife, working so hard to grow our child. Beautiful. A goddess come alive,” he whispered against her as he rubbed her clit, feeling her walls pulse around him.

“My medjai, my beautiful warrior,” she whispered back as she turned her head to kiss him, appreciating the man who was hers. “My beloved husband, please, make me cum,” she breathed.

“As you wish, my love,” he said, his fingers moving faster against her clit, eager for her to cum as he thrust deeply and slowly into her. He felt her arch into him at the new pace, different yet familiar.

She felt her spine tingle as her clit tingled under his ministrations, his gentle hands and whispered affections bringing her to the edge. The knot within her tightened as her hips moved in tandem with his, chasing her peak.

He felt her come undone as she shuddered, her walls closing deliciously around him as he was pushed over the edge, his seed buried deep inside her, claiming her as his once more.

“My goddess,” he whispered as he came, kissing her neck slowly, breathing in her scent as she tilted her head up against him, “My medjai,” she said, eyes gleaming with adoration as she kissed him.

She slowly laid her head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. An exhausted sigh escaped her as she slowly drifted off to sleep lulled by her husband’s soft humming.

He hummed a song, an old tune his father used to sing, knowing it brought her peace and calmed the babe in her, enough for his beloved to sleep. As he covered her with bedsheets, admiring his wife, he hugged her close, her warmth in his arms a calming presence, a balm to his weary soul.

As he slowly drifted to sleep there was only one thing he was certain of, she was the reason he fought to protect the world, she would always be the reason he returned, she was his reason to breathe and as long as she was there, he’d crawl back home.

[nightguide]

Ncuti was in BARBIE (Mattel) and he's now attractive on Who more than ever than his ugly ass face appearing on Sex Education. He did not get a glow up until he went in there to tell off his Dad.... and my Dad was supposed to be in there but the daughter thinks so cuz i did not buy any of your merch during your Doctor, so no dreamy like story at the background for Matt to think of my marriage with him is like what other 1D fans (Louis Tomlinson had a fan who actually had a manifesting story about her life with him and become) and so did for another youtuber (i forgot the name... british guy, i think it is Caspar Lee)

i... don't own you or if i did have, then i would have made use to burning it to make a point to a devilised society like Cillian Murphy's movie about his face being used on a sex doll (he said yes)

my entire life feels like the start to The Lion King because it takes forever for the guy to show up to start the movie from scratch

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

Ok another request..

Saladin is coming back from a battle, absolutely tired, probably grumpy, the reader comes to cuddle him as he goes to bed hehehe (based on @somethingstrangeishere art hehehehe)

♡ My Comfort - Saladin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hey girl, this request is adorable omg I had to do it first. I have been dying to write this one since you sent it in 🩷😭. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

It was late afternoon when y/n received the news that her husband would be returning from battle that day. His army had been defeated by Jerusalem and word had already begun to spread around the kingdom.

From every corner of the castle, the young queen could hear servants whispering about the defeat. She knew how disappointed Saladin would be and the last thing he needed was to overhear some maid gossiping about his capability as sultan. 

She along with the servants awaited their arrival outside the palace.

As one by one the men and their horses came into view, y/n anxiously scanned the crowd for her husband. Relief washed over her as she watched him dismount his horse, staggering a bit as he did.

The young queen ran to him, tears welling in her eyes at finally seeing him again. The moment he saw her, the sultan's heart relaxed for the first time in weeks as he fell into her arms.

They embraced for a long while as others bustled around, paying them no mind.

Saladin rested his forehead against his wife's shoulder, struggling to keep himself upright from exhaustion. Being back in her presence was what he had craved for the entire time he was gone.

“I'm so glad you're safe” y/n spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The sultan, being too tired to even speak, simply nodded in reply.

“Let's get you inside” she added, placing a hand on the small of her husband's back to guide him gently into the building.

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Once inside the royal chambers, y/n ran a warm bath as Saladin sat down groggily on the edge of their shared bed, removing his dirty clothes slowly.

The queen helped him into the bath and began to wash his hair, gently massaging the tension from his aching temples. The sultan sighed as warm water washed over his face, a few times almost dozing off only to be jolted awake again by the sudden image of the horrors seen in battle.

Each time, his wife would soothe him, reassuring him that he was safe now and there was nothing to worry about. 

Y/n helped her husband out of the bath, drying him gently with a soft towel. She ran the towel over his face, cupping his cheek in her hand.

“You're so beautiful, habibi” the young queen said, gazing into his eyes with only pure adoration in her heart.

Saladin smiled for the first time in what felt like months, his tired eyes looking into hers. He had missed her so deeply, he had yearned for her every second they were appart. The pain he felt from her absence resulted in only a few silent tears as he had stared blankly into a dying fire.

And now she was here, right in front of him. Finally. 

Saladin was more than relieved to finally lay his aching body into the comfort of a warm bed. Y/n tucked him in before climbing into the bed herself.

She opened her arms, gesturing for him to cuddle against her chest. The sultan smiled wearily and eagerly accepted the offer. Y/n stroked his still slightly damp hair softly, running her fingers through his dark curls.

“You need not give up on yourself, my dear” the queen said gently.

“You are a brilliant and powerful sultan, I know how strong you are. Please do not allow this to defeat you” she paused to press a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you so much habibi, never forget that”.

Saladin shut his eyes tightly, fighting back tears at her lovely words.

“You always know just what to say” he whispered, y/n could hear his voice trembling. She smiled down at him as he buried himself against her chest.

Her heart ached for him.

Her powerful husband lying broken in her arms, stifling tears like a frightened child trying to appear strong.

“You do not need to be strong for me, my love. Allow yourself to let go of your pain” y/n whispered.

Almost as soon as the words left her lips, Saladin’s silent tears turned to broken sobs. The young queen held him as he cried, rocking him back and forth gently all the while stroking his hair.

A few minutes passed before the sultan’s sobs died down. It wasn't long before he was deeply asleep, worn out completely.

Y/n smiled at her husband's form. She missed the feeling of him laying beside her at night. The room felt so cold and quiet without him. She would never admit this out loud but he looked adorable when he slept.

Buried comfortably into the soft of his wifes nightdress, snoring a little with his lips parted. It was rare that y/n saw him at such peace.

Pretty soon, the young queen joined her husband in rest. Neither of the two left each other's embrace for the entire night.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 31-Charades

The Waynes were in the living room by the fireplace, enjoying some hot chocolate and playing charades. It was Christmas and Superman had given them an early gift. He was watching over Gotham to give them a night off.

Marinette pretended to pick a slip of paper out of the bowl and placed it in the opposite bowl. She smiled at everyone. She held up her hand and put up two fingers.

"Two words." Stephanie called out.

Mari nodded. She then placed her hands on her hips and stood tall.

"Person!" shouted Jason.

"A name?" Tim questioned.

Mari shook her head. Marinette cradled her arms together and rocked them.

"Someone is rocking the boat?" Dick asked.

She shook her head again.

"A baby?" Damian questioned.

Marinette nodded and clapped her hands. She stood tall and motioned a round belly in front of her.

"Pregnant." Dick called out, "Someone is pregnant!"

Marinette nodded.

"Who is pregnant?" Tim whispered, "Do we know anyone who is pregnant?"

"Or were pregnant?" Barbara suggested.

Many of the Waynes looked confused and had gone into detective mode. They were no longer focusing on Marinette and were too busy trying to recall people they knew. Mari pouted, but Damian motioned for her to continue. She smiled, happily.

Marinette pointed to herself.

"I'm pregnant?" Damian questioned, getting everyone's attention.

Marinette smiled, "Yes, Damian. I'm pregant."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Damian stood up quickly.

"Are you pregnant or is this part of the game?" He questioned.

Marinette pulled out a pregnancy test, with a tiny bow attached to it.

"I'm actually pregnant." Marinette spoke, "I found out last week at the doctors, but I figured a test would be good proof."

Damian rushed over to his wife and looked at the tiny stick in her hand. There was a plus sign on it and next to it was labeled as pregnant.

"Really?" he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Habibi." Marinette spoke, "You're a father."

Damian wrapped her up in his arms and kissed his wife's head. The Wayne started to shout and celebrate.

In Metropolis, Clark smiled at the dinner table.

"Are the Wayne having a good night off?" Lois asked.

"Yep." he answered, "I'm sure they will be calling us soon. It seems like I chose the best gift for today, after all."

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[cherry-pop-elf]

Inspired by @deardoiloveyou

Nick names the Weasley Siblings would give you

William ‘Bill’

Habibi. Habibi is a BIG one, because he knows Arabic. Along with growing up in Egypt for a while. So instead of sunshine, he would call you his Ra. There is also the classics like Love, Sweetheart, Darling, Beautiful, and just very ‘polite’ compliments. Mixed in with his Egyptian passion

Charlie

Since he knows Romanian, expect the same thing. Like calling you Dragoste. He’s a bit more free spirited and will call you things like Babe, Baby Girl/Boy/Baby in general. Sweetheart, sugar, hottie, far more playful and teasing in his mannerism. Now you can see where the Twins get it from

Percy

He’s not really a Nick Name person, like the rest of his family. He thinks he’s ’above it’ if you will. Such a nerd. He does say things he has heard his father call Molly. Because he’s still a son to a parent. Dear, Darling, Honey, more Wifey and Husbandy nicknames

Fred

Oh be prepared. He’s going to hit you with everything, and the kitchen sink. He does have a theme though. If the nickname gets you to fluster more, he’s aiming for that. Expect the ‘Ronniekins’ nickname to your own. ‘Donniekins’ as an example. Sugar, Baby, Sweetie, Babe, Love Of My Life, and he will do a Honey, Sugar, Milk, Eggs trailing nickname treatment. His goal is to make you fluster. If he does, mission accomplished

George

Just like his twin, he does aim for whatever can get you flustered. But, he also has a theme. Sweets. He loves to call his partner names after candy. Jellybean is a ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. He will call you sugar, honey, sweetie, tulip, just very sweet and fluffy names. While Fred aims to get a rise, George just is super sweet and pampery. If you have a favorite candy, he will find a way to call you it

Ron

Similar to Percy, he’s not really a person to give nicknames. But he does have a few favorites. Love, honey, things like that. He does like to go ‘My wife/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend/partner’ all Braggy every time though. That’s a favorite. Just speaking with such pride that you are his. That’s his go to. Every time

Ginny

She’s same like Ron and Percy. But not to the same degree. She more so has nicknames that are just solid for her. Love, sweetie, honey, and the Kinnie treatment. You aren’t a Weasley if you don’t give your partner a Kinnie treatment. If you do Quidditch with her, she will say My “whatever position” you are. If not, Keeper is going to be your new name. And you gotta deal with it

[twig-tea]

Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 7 & 8: Different Flavours of Hope

Like almost everyone else has said, writing about this last part was so difficult. Partially there's so much that was going on, partially I'm afraid to not do this amazing series justice, and partially I'm just not ready to let go. Thanks one last time to @lurkingshan and @bengiyo for putting together the discussion questions and roundup.

I thought it was interesting that this section of the series added Eun Su's proposal fiasco, Yeong's father making an appearance, and the details of Q/Habibi having a wife and child to the material from the book. All of these additions are related to marriages in which the people involved are not happy, whether because they don't fit together and are getting married to stay together (Eun Su), they have another family hidden away (Yeong's father), or they are gay and feel as though they have to cheat in order to get fulfillment (Q). With these examples of all the ways in which marriage can go wrong, ending the series with the main character and all (or most) of his friends single feels much less bleak.

@lurkingshan wrote about how the addition of Eun Su's storyline helped underscore the importance of being authentically ourselves in our relationships, and I was left with the sense at the end of the series that Yeong was ready to show up more as himself than he has at any earlier point in his life.

In the book, the ending hit me harder. Young and Habibi miss the fireworks, and Young wanders into a courtyard of a stranger and cries in the rain; and then we get the flashback to the lantern scene as the final moment. I ended the book thinking Young had started finally feeling his feelings, the first step in being able to move on. I didn't really think he would ever be with Gyu-Ho again, but that he could still find love again and that this time he might be better equipped to keep it, if he kept on that path. But the moment that we're left with, he is still very much in that first stage of processing, and it hurts.

In the series, we get Yeong with the T-aras watching the fireworks, then the lantern scene bleeding back into Yeong and the T-aras, with Yeong's voiceover ruminating about love. Moving from a scene of love and hopelessness to a different kind of love (queer friendship) and hopefulness was a powerful visual end to the series. I think it's significant that he didn't miss the fireworks in this version. We were moved quickly in the series from the despair to the hope, which overall means it was a slightly easier watching experience but I took longer to process my emotions around the ending than I did reading the book.

Speaking of the lantern scene, I go back and forth on the change from "Gyu-Ho" to "love" in the "my only wish" line. On the one hand, Gyu-Ho as Young's only wish was powerful to me because in a way it was selfless; you could read his wish for Gyu-Ho to be not about keeping Gyu-Ho for himself, but for Gyu-Ho to be happy, which is why he makes him go to Shanghai alone. Or, you could read that as self-sabotaging because Young makes sure that he doesn't get to keep the only thing he wished for. On the other hand, in the series, Yeong sees Gyu-Ho and 'love' as interchangable, which is pretty powerful. And his wish being for 'love' means there's more than one way to fulfill it, which fits with the more hopeful tone of the series overall. In the end, I'm glad we have both versions.

The series also felt more hopeful that Gyu-Ho might return. Yeong moving out of Mi Ae's apartment was significant from a moving on perspective, but we still know Gyu-Ho will be returning to Seoul soon (thanks to the bartender) and they must still have each other's numbers and social media accounts. There is definitely more room left open in the series for a second chance. i keep thinking about how Yeong ruminated on the thought that Gyu-Ho never felt like he had a place to make his own, and when he had the chance, Yeong moved into a blank slate and brought as little as he could.

Picking up from that thought about discarding as much as he could, in the series, moreso than in the book, the mattress(es) are a powerful visual metaphor. Gyu-Ho moves his mattress in next to Yeong's, so even when they are living together they aren't quite one, but rather awkwardly sharing space in (as @bengiyo put it, an apartment that was too small). After Gyu-Ho has left for Shanghai, Yeong tosses his mattress, and we see the stain on the sheets that Yeong has been unable to wash out on his own bed--he's still in the mire of his post-breakup depression a year later. His father (who as we recall had a secret family and, once Yeong's mother left him, was absent from Yeong's life) shows up to try to garner favour once Yeong starts winning awards and gives him a mattress, which Yeong unwraps with a one-night stand from the apps, and which turns out to be carcinogenic. He lugs the mattress downstairs and leaves it on the side of the road. Finally, when he moves out, we see him leave his other mattress in the same spot, and move into his new bare condo without any of that old, stained, toxic, ill-fitting baggage.

Lastly, I'm going to call out a visual metaphor that was also in the book but worked so brilliantly in the series: The ceiling fan as a metaphor for Kylie hanging over their heads as Gyu-Ho and Yeong had sex in that cheap hostel without condoms was incredibly powerful. The way the camera was above the fan, so that our visuals were blurred, and we could feel the anxiety hover over what was otherwise a sweet scene? stunning. And it was interesting how the series connected that back to Q/Habibi with his temporary blindness. There's something in there about fear making us blind and not living life to the fullest, but I've already gone on too long and haven't quite figured that thread out yet so I'll stop there.

I was so grateful the novel translation exists, and now I'm even more grateful this adaptation exists. It is so rare for an adaptation to capture so much of what was beloved in the original while adding its own nuances that make it work in the different format. The actors, directors, crew, everyone clearly worked hard on this series, and it came out beautifully. So many tiny details make the visual and audio tapestry of the series so rich, I will definitely be rewatching to find things I missed. It's not a light story, but for so many of us this is closer to our own lives, and sometimes as lonely as a series like this is, it makes me feel less alone to see some of my experiences played out on screen. I cried so hard watching this series, and I am so thankful for the experience.

And thank you to everyone here on tumblr in the litbc book club for making this watching experience that much more powerful and interesting! I have had a fantastic time.

[dyns33]

Down the pit - part 5

So list part of Bane and his wife ! I still have some stories for the big guy coming !

Tag :  @jaxitaxibolehlaf

Three years.

Three years without any news. Not a call, not a letter, nothing.

Y/N could have tried to reach them, but she knew it was useless. Oh, they would have come back, she had no doubt about it. She had no doubt that they truly loved her.

But it would have only started this vicious cycle again, where she wanted Bane and Talia to have a normal life, and where they wanted her to join them in the League of Shadows.

She cherished every moment she had been able to spend with them, in the Pit, then during these almost two years when they had found each other again.

But all things, good and bad, had to end.

Y/N continued to live, because even if it was not the life they would have wanted, they wanted her to live anyway. That was why they had fought to survive in the Pit.

It was probably stupid, but after thinking about all this, she didn't move, staying in her small apartment in Gotham. Joy mixed with pain when she remembered Talia sleeping, Bane discovering what a hair dryer was, moments together on the couch.

This self-torture was ridiculous, but Y/N didn't want to lose everything.

So she locked herself into a simple routine, get up, work, errands, shower, sleep, start over.

Her colleagues tried several times to set her up with someone. To please them, she accepted a few dates, but never went further than dinner.

The men she met were all charming. Sweet, funny.

But not tall enough. Not strong enough. Not kind enough. Not knowing at all what she had experienced, and who could never understand it. Unable to hold her close by calling her Habibi.

Sometimes, alone in her bed, Y/N wondered if she should have agreed to follow Bane. Even if she didn't believe in the League, even if she would never have been truly happy at the Temple, at least they would have been together.

She ended up falling asleep after crying and calling his name in vain, stupidly hoping that he would be there the next day, without her wish ever being granted.

Yet, he was there, all the time, with her, like a heavy shadow on her shoulders. Even at the supermarket. As soon as she saw strawberries, Y/N couldn't help her sad smile, remembering how he had almost lost his mind when he tasted this fruit for the first time. She always took them when it was in season.

When the woman's hand touched hers as she tried to grab some, Y/N quickly apologized. Not the woman, who took her hand when she wanted to release it, forcing her to look at her.

Time seemed to freeze.

In the Pit, she had saved a little girl. When she opened the door to her apartment, she found a teenager. She was now a young woman in front of her, but her eyes remained unchanged.

"Talia !" she screamed, dropping her bag to take her in her arms, startling the other customers.

They stayed like that, in front of the strawberries, until Y/N had finished crying, Talia remaining calm, but still holding her tight and caressing her back.

"I want to know everything. Come, I'll invite you, do you want a coffee ? A tea ? Are you okay ? Oh, if your father…"

"My father is dead."

Y/N froze, looking the young woman in the eyes without knowing what to say. She wasn't sorry, she had never loved Ra's, but he was still Talia's father, who had protected her, who had cherished her, who had another vision of the future for her.

As if she perfectly guessed the reason for her confusion, Talia shook her head, indicating that she didn't need to talk. On the other hand, she did want some tea.

Since her father's death, she had been the head of the League of Shadows. It took a lot of her time and energy, but today, she had decided to take a day for herself.

And she had decided that she wanted to see Y/N.

"Normally I shouldn't talk to you. But I promised not to come back to the apartment and not to contact you first. Technically, it didn't happen."

"Your father's orders…"

"No. Bane's."

It had been several months since Talia had become leader, making her loyal protector her right-hand man. Together, they reformed the league, making it less aggressive, less punitive.

For example, the plan to completely destroy Gotham was abandoned. It had been postponed for a long time anyway, since there was no way they would touch the city as long as Y/N lived there.

All this time, nothing would have stopped them from finding her, if Bane hadn't been a stubborn idiot. Talia's words.

"He thinks you won't want to see us again after what happened. That we don't deserve your forgiveness and that you'll be happier without us. I don't agree, but when it comes to you, he refuses to listen to me. Maybe he will listen to you ?"

"You mean… He's here ?"

"He has an important mission in Germany. But I told Barsad I was going here, without telling him it was a secret, so I guess Bane jumped on the first plane. He'll say it's for my protection, but it's mostly to make sure I'm not with you."

"He'll be furious."

"No. No, he must be crying in a corner while admiring you with reverence. You are the most precious thing to him. His wife."

Since the Pit, this title had sometimes been mentioned, quickly, with a certain embarrassment and the fear that it would become a sort of obligation. But for Bane, Y/N was his wife, forever and ever.

Their arguments had been hard for him. He heard everything she said, he understood and he wanted her to be right, finding himself in an impossible situation.

Unable to take Talia without putting them all in danger, he had stayed with the league, filling himself with changrin, regrets and rage. Until Ra's died.

Then all the faithful and the young girl had thought that he would immediately run to join Y/N.

But obviously his stupidity was as immense as he was. Too ashamed and having convinced himself that she would never forgive him, he had ordered that she be left alone. So she could finally have the normal life she wanted.

"He thinks about you every day. I know it, I see it in his eyes when he stares into the distance. He whispers your name in his evening prayers, low enough in the hope that no one but the gods will hear."

"… Why didn't you come sooner ?" Y/N asked, trying not to sound angry at Talia.

"I wondered if he wasn't right. If you didn't deserve a normal life, after everything you'd been through. But I missed you too ! And after watching you, I knew you'd want to see us again, so here I am. I'm the leader, I know what's right."

"But what if you're wrong ? What if he doesn't want me anymore ?"

"Barsad says you're both ridiculous. For once, we agree."

If she wanted to be cruel, Y/N could have said that Bane was right, especially after all this time. She could have refused to see them again, even though they could have come back earlier, even though they continued to watch her without giving her any news.

But Y/N wasn't cruel, and she loved them more than anything. They could have waited for years, they could have done horrible things, she would never have been able to chase them out of her heart.

That didn't mean Bane wasn't going to be stubborn. To avoid upsetting him, Talia decided to give some time to this big idiot to gather all his courage to come and apologize.

And if he didn't succeed, she would drag him to Y/N's place herself. To prove her good faith, she gave him a number and an address, allowing her to come to them if she wanted, or to call her to tell her if she had changed her mind.

They parted after a last hug, still not caring about the customers' looks.

Y/N went home, convinced that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night, with the fear that Bane would refuse to come in a sacrificial and martyric delirium. Or else…

Her doubts and countless theories were interrupted as she finished emptying her shopping bags. Convinced that it was a neighbor, she went to open the door without the slightest hesitation.

"… Habibi."

Talia was clearly not wrong in saying that he was certainly watching them, hidden in a dark corner.

On the other hand, Bane had not waited to follow her home, sparing himself the long speech of the new leader of the League of Shadows, as well as the slightly mocking encouragement of his men. He didn't need all that. He had to see Y/N to know what he had to do.

"Forgive me. I was blinded, lost. A prisoner in another hole. Your light should have guided me, but I chose to flee. I see, now."

"But you didn't come back."

"No. I wasn't worthy of it. I still am not today, but if you let me earn your forgiveness, show you my commitment…"

"I only want to be by your side."

"Oh, Habibi. Even far from me, you never leave me. You are… You are my…"

"I love you."

Bane had always had expressive eyes, even before he had this mask. In the Pit, he spoke little, but his gaze said it all, when he was worried, thoughtful, furious, or moved.

At that moment, he looked at her like he was looking at the sun from the bottom of the abyss, like he had watched Talia grow up, like when he watched her when he thought she was sleeping against him.

Despite his training, he couldn't fully control his eyes, and he seemed to forget how to control his breathing.

He didn't move when Y/N approached, placing her hands on his shoulders, first placing a kiss on his neck, then when he leaned his head, near his eye, and finally on his forehead.

"Y/N… Habibi…"

"Shh. It's late. Come to bed."

That was how Talia found them the next day, hugging each other, deeply asleep as if nothing mattered. The young woman was kind enough to let them sleep, although she was a bit annoyed not to have been included in the big reunion, and that Bane had a mission to finish as quickly as possible.

But for her parents, she could make the effort to be patient. She would just get them out of bed before they could do weird stuff while she waited in the living room. They had deserved some peace, after everything they had been through.

Now they were no longer deep down in the dark, finally out of the pit.

[28thsprinklecake]

❥ IT'S MY BABY'S DAY Y'ALL uhm I know I'm late don't give me these dirty looks (I will make it up to you with a long deep-throated, sloppy kiss, I will also stop eating our children, and and I will keep my red hair for the rest of my life)

❥ tbh I don’t even know from where to start, you're not just a friend to me, you're my everything, the apple of my eye like they say, my soulmate, my partner in crime, AND my secret wife that I cheat on everyone with, I love everything about you ya lkalba even t9a7bink 3ndo bento I can't really imagine my life without you who else would put up with my random stupid thoughts, laugh at my bad jokes, match my freak, comfort me when I'm down and more? literally no one, so what I'm saying is STICK by my side till the day you die and EVEN AFTER, that's an order btw.

❥ Words are failing me again.. you know how much I love you happy birthday habibi I truly am grateful to have you by my side I wish you the happiest birthday ever >< enjoy every second of your special day, you deserve all the good things in the world, I wish you wealth and success only since you're gonna have your happiness nhar tji to5tbini (amzah la amzah), happy birthday lala kol 3am wa anti bi5ayr