#The Day Emma Cried

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In the novel where Norman is very very sick when he was little, Ray is afraid that Isabella may be forced to send Norman to the QG, right? But Norman wouldn't be killed and eaten then: he's too smart, they would want to keep him alive as long than possible so his brain would be at his best. He would probably be kept asleep until he was healed, and would be send back to the orphenage after that, right? It's just Ray who thinks it means obligatory death? or it 100% means death?

Krone's story in the second light novel touches upon the protocol for when a child is seriously ill:

So it's difficult but not impossible to send them back to the plants. And with Norman being the first child in Grace Field's recorded history to excel by the metrics they measure from his very first test at age four, it seems highly unlikely they would kill him prematurely even if Peter hadn't taken a special interest in him. They might have sedated him enough so his time at headquarters was like a fever haze where he wouldn't be sure what was real and what was fake, or they might have kept him there until he turned twelve, but killing him early seems foolish with the sunk cost put into him and his potential.

(TPN Light Novel 1: A Letter from Norman - “The Day Emma Cried”)

Ray's working with limited information, though, and the fear of losing Norman is very real to him, even if it isn't necessarily to imminent death.

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#I mean. she's an emotional child and should be allowed to cry #no need for shaming tears (via @officersnickers)

One of my favorite things about the series is how it doesn't shame any of the characters for crying, regardless of gender.

(Chapter 55)

So I think Silent's ire is rooted in the simplification and sanding down of her character in order to more easily facilitate stock narratives/scenarios rather than the act of Emma crying at all, especially when it's such a significant moment of "The Day Emma Cried" short story from the first light novel (released back in 2018) that it's the focus of the title and it's laid out plainly in the text itself as something that both Norman and Ray recognize.

Norman notes it again years later during chapter 4/S1 episode 2.

It's why his reunion with Emma in chapter 118/chapter 119 is such a striking moment with how her tears initially seem to flow without any preamble, only wordless disbelief as the magnitude of everything happening rapidly registered in her brain and a figurative switch has been flipped.

It's not that she doesn't experience those emotions, but that it's not how she generally regulates and expresses them.

(Chapter 3 | Chapter 49 | Chapter 109 | Chapter 110)

I'm assuming the fanfics in mind weren't having her cry as part of a character study examining the ramifications of how being thrust into a leadership role at such a young age and internalizing so much trauma while maintaining a front for the sake of others and leaned into being more tropey, which is something that people are free to write as an exercise in flexing their creative muscles, but it's not something I'm keen on reading either.

Alright, so something tha really bugs me in the tpn fandom, particularly in fanfics, is how they characterize Emma. There's a lot of fic I've read that make her a crybaby. Now there isn't anything wrong with a character being a crybaby but it isn't accurate for Emma. Yes she's emotional and sensitive and open about it, but you need to remember that she's canonly only ever cried 3 or 4 times in the span of 15 years.

[alittlechaotics-blog]

Just finished One Day and my chest hurts, I have a headache and my eyes are so thick from crying I can barely see properly. 10/10 show... No notes... I don't think I've ever loved something so completely the way I loved this show from beginning to end. Wow... Just wow.

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THE SECOND TBOSAS TRAILER DROPPED!!!!!

I KNOW

ive been going feral over it on twitter🤭

^^here it is for anyone who hasnt seen it yet😋😋

[free-will-is-stressful]

César Aréchiga, 45 Days in Jarbar, 2019

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This is a very good question because on the one hand most of them aren't expected to live past puberty, tied up with how Grace Field has this underlying oppressive air to it alongside rigid routines that can be applied to the clothing they wear like Kei Toda puts forth in chapter three of her book (one that I know you don't favor but for the sake of discussion):

And Grace Field might potentially be limited in what books it offers on the subject, either explicitly discussed in nonfiction texts or as an aspect of fictional stories.

(TPN Light Novel 1: A Letter from Norman - “The Day Emma Cried”)

But on the other hand, it couldn't hurt?

One of the main policies of Grace Field is the children living healthy lives and experiencing rich emotions, so to explicitly curtail and punish exploration of gender seems unnecessarily antagonistic and counterproductive. While Moms might not actively direct attention to it with how the farm system prioritizes their biological capabilities (obligatory "gross"), if a child brings it up on their own, it seems more beneficial to let the them explore how they feel during their blissful time at Grace Field than to tell them to squash it down and bottle it up.

So I have a headcanon that Christy is transfem. It literally started from a joke because I've seen "Chris" and "Christy" both. But it grew on me. I imagine her playing a lot with Yvette and other young girls and eventually realize she likes Christy better than Chris. (Though I eventually call her Cherise). She doesn't understand what it means until reaching the human world. It's so cute.

I LOVE THAT WHAT. christy is absolutely one of my favorite (s)he is just s o utterly precious to me, i cant even put it into words oml😭😭😭😭😭

that would be such a fun thing to explore tho. like. would any of them even know that concept exists? how would she realize what she was feeling was dysphoria? and most importantly- what Adorable ass outfits would anna and gilda (and nat) dress her in😭😭😭💗💗💗

[leaving-fragments]

unreal unearth is still a gem btw

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immiscible

Pairing: Cat hybrid!Sanzu x Hamster hybrid!Reader

Summary: You were not meant to be. Everything pointed to a disastrous outcome, but Haruchiyo Sanzu refused to let something as dumb as biology dictate his life. He wanted you and that was final.

CW: Hybrid AU, dubcon, PiV, oral (female receiving), mean Sanzu, possessiveness, typical cat behavior. Idk… lmk if I missed anything. Not edited and no beta.

Word count: 2.2K+

A.N: funny how this was inspired by Hamtaro and the pink panther. A very… unexpected crossover.

“Haru, stop bothering her!” Mikey’s voice boomed through the room for the third time.

You were hiding, again, under Mikey’s covers, attempting to stay as far away as possible from Sanzu who hadn’t been as welcoming as you were promised. You were told a good time awaited, but your current situation was not your definition of a good time.

Emma, Mikey’s sister and your owner, had to leave for a trip with her boyfriend and they left you under her brother’s care. You were against the idea, adamant about it. You cried and begged to be left alone or any other person available would do. But alas, nobody seemed to be able to besides Mikey.

Knowing the pink cat hybrid living under Mikey’s care was an ass, you knew It was a terrible idea. You were a rodent for crying out loud. A hamster hybrid. It was like trying to mix water and oil… an impossible task, and they expected you to share a living space with them for who knows how long.

Yes, you have been in Mikey’s place for less than four days and your life has been in danger more times than you can count.

Sanzu, the feline menace of this house, seemed to find joy in your little squeaks and chubby cheeks puffing even more every time he pawed at you; sending you back and forth to his entertainment. He was just doing that a second ago until you managed to escape and made a run for Mikey’s bed.

“Haru, let her go.” Mikey warned him with a stern voice, “she doesn’t like your games.”

Little did he know those weren’t just games for Sanzu. While you thought he wanted nothing more than to make a snack out of you, he had a whole other plan in mind.

Your small and round face peeked from under the covers and you instantly regretted your decision. Right there, looking straight at you with a wicked grin, was Sanzu. His green emerald eyes shined with mischief as he saw the scared look on your face.

“Ple-please, Haru… I-I do-don’t wanna play…” you stammered. Your heart beating wildly as you scurried deeper into the bed and away from the border where a crazed hybrid stood.

Have you ever tried to make a cat let go of his prey? Hardest thing to accomplish. Mikey knew that, but he also believed in his pet. Overall, Sanzu was harmless, according to Mikey. So when the only human in the room heard his pet hybrid promise to be civil. Well, Mikey believed him.

“I won’t do that again, I promise.”

To his credit, Sanzu didn’t chase you around anymore. There was no reason to run after something that was under his paw.

The first week passed by in a flash and you learned a few things. One of them was how Sanzu loved to see your attempts of scrambling away from him, whining every time he pulled your short puffy tail or yanked your whiskers. You saw the gratification on his face.

He would not leave you alone. So much so that he even gathered your things from the guest room and moved them to his. Mikey allowed such idea; believing in Sanzu’s excuse about hybrid bonding time or something.

Before bed, the cat hybrid would yank you against his warm body, wrap himself around you and nibble on your round ears; every time before bed it was the same, almost like a night routine. You would tremble under his arms, scared of becoming dinner if you made a wrong move.

Things got heated in the third week. Almost a month in and you had your fair share of questions about Sanzu’s behavior. He began to pin you down more often; growling and rubbing himself all over you. Grooming your neck and cheeks, for then to stay in that position for a while. Inhaling your scent and humming and purring in contempt.

Mikey just thought you two were finally getting along well and ignored whenever Sanzu dragged you into his room.

“Yeah, Emma. She’s doing fine. Haru is good company.” Mikey would always speak with reassuring words to his sister. Not lying, just telling his truth. “No need to take her to Takashi’s.”

As the phone conversation went on, in a different room your silent whines told a different story. The spiked tongue of Sanzu’s kept licking your skin, leaving it tender afterward.

“Heard that? You’re not going anywhere,” Sanzu rasped against your twitching ears.

The cat hybrid was ecstatic when he first heard the news from Mikey. You, the fragile little rodent, were going to stay with him? His prayers had been answered.

Sanzu couldn’t help himself, you were just too pretty for your own good. All shy and sweet with everyone else but him. You were a trembling mess whenever he prowled around you, his tail swiftly moving around your hips and legs got you squirming in place. He loved the special treatment you gave him.

The pink menace had begun to behave even weirder lately. Headbutts here and there, making biscuits on your tummy and chest which left you all hot and bothered, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. All smiles and hugs as your mind went from zero to a hundred in seconds. It all left you confused and dizzy at the end of the day.

For things to make sense something had to happen, right? Because such… affectionate behavior wasn’t normal. Well, a few days later when Mikey left to hang out with some friends; it did happen.

You heard a strange sound coming from Sanzu’s room. It was a very loud meowing, almost raw and it seemed painful; and as afraid of him as you were, you couldn’t just leave your only housemate alone if he was in pain.

With shaky steps, ears tuned in to the yowling, you made your way to his room. Stopping at the door, you saw your things still scattered around, but now a bunch of pillows and blankets also shared the space. As your eyes roamed through the room you finally spotted Sanzu. He was a sweating mess—pink hair sticking to his face, wild eyes unblinking and his face contorted in pain.

“Ha-haru? Are you ok—” But before you could say one more word, a strong scent invaded your nostrils.

It hit you with so much force that your eyes watered instantly. The smell was sweet; earthy and cinnamon-like but oh, so suffocating. You gagged and coughed at the burning sensation in your throat.

Suddenly, everything began to spin, but before your knees could hit the ground, you were swept off your feet. The sickly sweet smell surrounding you in waves—enveloping you whole. “S-stop! I ca-can’t brea-breath!”

“I knew you would come,” cooed Sanzu, completely ignoring your pleas.

He had you in his arms, carrying you towards the improvised nest made of blankets. Your body shivered, rejecting the aroma of a different hybrid. It was clear—compatibility? Null. Even your body’s biology refused to accept the idea of it.

Before you could gather your thoughts, you were being dropped on a soft surface and still, the potent scent kept mingling all your senses. Just as fast, he was on top of you; holding your hands above your head and leaning forward with his whole weight pressing down on you.

“You look so pretty… underneath me,” Sanzu sharply whispered against your temple. Nose caressing the border of your face as it traveled to your lips.

Nudging your legs apart with his knees, he nestled himself between them. Slowly but steadily grinding his hips against your clothed core. “You did this, you know? You made me go into heat, you little minx.”

“No! I didn’t know– didn’t mean to!” You whimpered—lips to lips, sharing the same air.

A whirlwind of thoughts passed through your mind. Guilt, fear, anger and… surprisingly lust. The more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body reacted. Your legs fastening around his waist, pulling Sanzu even closer which made the feline purr louder as your little squeaks mixed in between.

You felt the weight of his body—of his clothed cock constantly pressing on your entrance, humping, just rutting in place. Wetness had begun to creep in between your clothes

“We can’t do this, Ha-Haru…”

“You want me to stop?” Sanzu asked with clenched teeth but you shaked your head in denial, “Good, because I don’t think I would be able to…”

The feline eagerly pawed your clothes off, feeling a surge of giddiness born in his stomach. He was so close to you, he was finally touching every single part of you. Sanzu could practically taste the air charged with your arousal.

“You need me here,” he purred, lithe fingers dancing around your gushing entrance. “I’ll have a quick taste and you’re gonna be good and let me.”

Not soon had you felt his hands let go, ignoring his previous words, you tried to scramble away. On your hands and knees, you made a big mistake. Sanzu felt your cotton-like tail hit him in the face and it just made him latch onto you even harder. His hands grabbed your thighs, pulling you back and at the same time wrangling you back into your last position just to directly smash his face against your cunt.

A hollow scream erupted from your raw throat once you felt his tongue practically forcing its way in. His fingers digging into your skin, the force of his sucking lips and never had his tongue stopped moving inside you. You were ashamed to admit he felt too good, your bucking hips constantly hitting him but Sanzu didn't even notice. Too focused, too drunk on your hypnotic flavor.

A straight lick later and a moan of satisfaction from the pink feline had you in almost tears. “You were already wet enough, but I couldn't help myself. You’ve made me… a voracious beast.”

You felt his fingers open your lower lips, heat radiating from your center smearing his digits. You don't know when or how he discarded his own clothes but as your eyes refocused, you saw his skin almost glowing, radiating scorching warmth on top of you. Unhurriedly, Sanzu guided his cock inside, stretching your opening to mold him, to take him. You were so soft, so warm that it almost hurt with how sensitive his tip was.

“I promise to—fuck… aah— mount you properly next time,” he growled at the thought of having you—ass up squeaking for him again, “but I need to see your cute face right now.”

Sanzu hissed at the contact and gave a final push of his hips; entering you with force. In return, your face contorted at the intrusion, you were a squealing mess under him. The sudden action wasn’t as pleasant as the previous activity. Your insides burned as your walls tried to push the foreign object out. But Sanzu persisted, holding you in place as he slowly retracted and moved back in. Inch by inch of his cock with no hurry.

He repeated this action until he felt almost no restraint on your part. Your cute little cunt had finally gotten used to him. He went in and out smoothly and your sounds had changed to mewls and puffs of air—full of need. Your hands traveled from his chest to his shoulders, no longer trying to stop him. On the contrary, you were pulling him in, scraping his neck with a sudden need to have him closer.

The feline purred loudly as he absorbed the change in your demeanor. Your half-lidded eyes were calling to him. His words failed him, he couldn’t even tell you how good you felt. All that left his lips were groans and beastly sounds.

“Fa-faster, Haru!” You moaned out without shame. Gone was the timid little rodent.

His chest reverberated once again, an instant answer to your plea. His tail moving wildly behind him, his ear twitching at the sound of your voice. All his body automatically responded to your calling.

His hips hitting you with abandon. Your pussy lips are swollen from the constant friction.

“M-mine.” He heaved with furrowed brows; fingers gripping tightly at your soft and plush skin.

Sanzu wasn’t even sure he was speaking out loud, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of finally being buried deep in your heat. Nothing could take him away from you.

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“Get your furry fiend away from her!” Emma was a red from rage, “Manjiro Sano! I am serious!

“He doesn't wanna let go!” Mikey looked over at his friend, Emma’s boyfriend, for help, “Ken-Chin, tell her!”

Meanwhile, Sanzu with flattened ears and a swatting tail had you under his body; hissing menacingly at the three humans trying to take away his mate.

Of course, you had tried to explain but your meek voice wasn't heard in the middle of all the shouting.

[hemmingsleclerc]

Interview┃Charles Leclerc

summary: Where Charles doesn't realize his little daughter is being interviewed

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It was a hot weekend at the iconic Monaco Grand Prix and Charles had a special companion this time: his adorable daughter, Emma Jules, and the rest of his family.

Charles, focused on his pre-race routine, was preparing in the Ferrari garage. Emma, a cheerful six-year-old with an infectious smile, was exploring the garage with wide eyes. As her father put on his racing suit and helmet, she walked over and reached out with her little hand to touch the sleek red car.

Unbeknownst to Charles, an inconspicuous figure with camera equipment was making his way through the paddock. He was none other than the cameraman for Netflix's "Drive to Survive", capturing behind-the-scenes moments from the world of F1 for the iconic series. Emma, with her innocent curiosity, caught the cameraman's attention.

"Hey there, little leclerc! Are you excited for the race?" the cameraman asked with a friendly smile.

Emma's eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Daddy is going to win because he's the best."

The cameraman, taking the opportunity for an adorable interview, handed Emma a small microphone and turned on the camera. "Tell us more about your dad. What is he like off the track?"

With the innocence of a child, Emma began to spill the beans. "My daddy is the best here. Sometimes he sings very loud in the car or in the shower. But you know what? He's not very good at it!" She giggled, her laughter echoing through the paddock.

"He likes to dance while he's cooking with mommy," Emma continued, twirling around to demonstrate. "And he snores really loud when he's asleep. It's funny!"

''He also cries a lot at Disney or animal movies, or is more interested in playing with my toys than I am. Sometimes we tell mommy that we are going to grand-mére's house but in reality he takes me to buy new dolls or ice cream. He also likes to help me make friendship bracelets for my friend and also lets me do his hair and makeup with my princess makeup set that santa gave me for Christmas, he always says that he looks very cute.''

As Emma shared these lovely details, the camaraman captured every moment while letting out a few laughs at the things the little girl was saying. Charles, completely absorbed in his pre-race preparations, was unaware of the impromptu interview taking place just a few feet away.

Emma's charming revelations about her father's quirks added a charming touch to his coverage.

Charles may not have known it that day, but he was sure that when the new season of the series came out, that moment would be the most popular.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flag III

Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Baby!Reader

Summary: When Emma and Frida found you

Frida is leaving for England.

Arsenal have been interested in her since the season began so it was only natural that she went off there to develop her career further.

But, still, Emma doesn't want to see Frida leave.

Frida occupies a space in Emma's heart that she can't put into words. Frida is everything to her, the air, the ground, the sky and the stars.

But Emma would never discourage Frida from finding her place in a league abroad.

Frida deserves everything in life, even if it's half a world away from where Emma is looking after their home in Sweden.

It will be different in the beginning, Emma knows this, but together there isn't much they can't overcome.

But, still, she'll miss the way Frida's body feels against hers. Even now, as they sneak around the back of the training centre to kiss.

It's not the most professional they've ever been but she just can't help herself when it comes to Frida.

"E-Emma," Frida says in a hushed tone, pushing Emma's roaming lips from her neck," Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Emma pulls away, glancing around for whatever errant sound Frida has heard.

"I..."

There's nothing but the breeze in the wind, the rustle of leafless branches in the height of winter.

It's absolutely freezing. It's predicted that this is to be the coldest day of the year.

"Nothing," Frida says," I must have imagined it."

Emma's lips go back to her neck, leaving dainty kisses all over her skin. Each one a labour of love, red hot in a way that feels beautiful as the snow falls around them.

Emma stops though, pulling away again.

"No," She says," Wait. I think I can hear it too."

It's faint, barely audible whimpers and whines that are getting more and more quiet as they go on.

But Emma and Frida are alone in an icy cold wasteland.

There's not even birds in the trees. Yet, now that Emma's straining her ears, she can hear the noises with crystal clear clarity.

She shivers as another freezing breeze cuts through her like a knife.

"I...I think it's coming from over there," Frida says, looking over at the clump of dense bushes over by the bins.

"Stay here," Emma says, wary of if it's some wild animal," I'll go and luck."

"Emma-"

"Stay here, Frida. I'll check it out."

She approaches the bushes carefully, slowly in case the animal jumps at her.

But there's no animal.

Just you.

"Emma?" Frida calls, watching as Emma lowers herself to her knees," What is it?"

Emma turns, a singular blanket in her hold and, in that blanket, is you.

"I...I think we need to call an ambulance," She says shakily," I-I think she's been abandoned."

You're tiny, smaller than any baby that Frida's ever seen before. You don't look good either. You're obviously freezing, little lips turning a concerning shade of purple and the cries from your mouth are getting quieter and quieter the longer you're outside.

Teammates clamber over themselves to help when Emma and Frida run in with you.

Somewhere along the way, Frida loses her top when it's clear that you're either nearly hypothermic or already developing it. Skin-to-skin seems to be what's best for you as you lay weakly on Frida's chest with layers of blankets over you both.

Now that she can see you properly, it's with a sinking feeling that she realises how underweight you actually are. You're nothing but skin and bones as Frida holds you close while they wait for the ambulance.

"They're calling her the Linköping baby," Emma says softly," The staff and the girls, that is. Word has spread pretty quickly."

"That's unfair," Frida replies, her own voice barely above a whisper as she feels your lungs inflate shakily against her," They can't call her that. She needs a name."

"They don't think she's going to survive," Emma says," Even before the ambulance gets here. She's in bad shape. They don't think she's going to make it."

"And you?" Frida finally tears her eyes away from you to look at her girlfriend. "What do you think?"

"I think..."

Your head barely pokes out from under all of the blankets, your eyes half open. You're not moving much. It seems to almost be too much effort to even breath, like everything in you is fighting to do something as basic and instinctual as that.

Emma didn't know what to expect when she looked in that bush. You were laying there, weak and unmoving in just a singular blanket and a thin onesie. One could almost mistake you for being asleep if it weren't from the stilted way your chest rose and fell and the way faint noises would escape your mouth every so often.

"I think...I think she's a fighter."

"I think so too."

Emma can tell what Frida's thinking before Frida herself even knows what she's thinking. She can tell by the way Frida's holding, you the way she's looking at you, the way she presses a soft kiss to the wispy hair at the top of your head.

Emma can tell because she's thinking the exact same thing.

"She looks like you," Emma says, starting off gently," Don't you think?"

Frida giggles a little bit. "I was thinking she had your nose. What part of her looks like me exactly?"

"Her hair, maybe," Emma says," And I'm sure once she opens this eyes of hers, they'll be like yours."

"You don't know that."

"I think I do."

"She might never open them," Frida says suddenly," If everyone is thinking she won't come out of this. They might never open."

"She will. She's a fighter."

Frida's throat bobs. "But if she doesn't...What would they even put on her grave? The Linköping baby?"

"You want to name her?"

"Everyone deserves a name. No matter how little they are."

"Then name her."

"I-"

"Ambulance is here," One of their teammates pokes their heads through the door," Medics are coming in now. They said to stay put."

"Y/N," Frida says suddenly.

"Huh?" Emma asks.

"She looks like a y/n."

You're tiny and malnourished and halfway to death's door. The possibility of you surviving the night is astronomically low.

But you have a name now and, in Emma's mind, you have a bedroom at home. A bedroom with a soft, warm crib and a dog companion who would just adore you. A bedroom in a house full of toys and soft clothes and two mothers who would adore you too.

A first name and a last name from the mothers who found you freezing cold in the dead of winter, buried in a bush as snow fell over you.

"Yeah," Emma says as the paramedics rush in," She does."

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Something I've been thinking about recently- do you think the libraries at the farms had religious texts? I'm of two minds about it.

1) They seem like books that libraries would generally have anyway, and other books probably have religious references such that the kids would want to know what the reference Is. It's enrichment.

2) I could see the higher-ups wanting to reduce any potential risks (anywhere from arbitrary rule-making that affects the kids to an uprising that affects leadership), and I just have a really hard time with the idea that along with all the other books in the GF library, Ray read an entire Bible before he was 12. Like in a series full of fantastic images and feats, that's where my suspension of disbelief ends.

Back half of #2 is killing me thanks klfdjkl

I'm inclined to go with #1 though.

"The Day Emma Cried" story from the first light novel gives us the greatest insight into the scope of Grace Field library's offerings. There's multiple books on philosophy, and unlike the medical texts, there's no caveat regarding their contents. This could be due to finding a cure for Norman's bout of illness being the focus of the story so the range is immaterial in the moment.

(Chapter 17)

But between that, Alex's book, and the mythology book that Ray admitted to not fully understanding, unaltered religious texts seem reasonable. The demons are confident enough with Grace Field's geographical layout and crude (per Ray) tracking technology that any risk associated with them is negligible. The vast majority of children never reach the age where they would be perceived as capable of taking what they read and using it as a rallying cry to mount an uprising in the plants, and the small number of girls who did live past their preteen years almost entirely had the fight snuffed out of them by the harrowing conditions of headquarters.

(Chapter 23)

We also have the kids bowing their heads and giving thanks at every meal. It's not an action limited to Christianity, but with Shirai purposely choosing a European setting for the beginning of the story due to feeling it lent itself better to anachronism, it's not a huge leap to think they associate it with some understanding of that faith. Isabella could cite the text as an explanation for why they do these things or any references in books they don't understand and offer them access to it, with the expectation most children wouldn't be interested enough to extensively delve into it.

[forbebeandjam]

I was thinking along the lines a sweet smut fic of g!p Bada and sweet wifey reader. Where reader asks Bada for a baby cause she wants to grow their family.

Baby Mine | Bada Lee g!p x Fem Reader | Smutty Fluff

Summary: your baby fever was stronger than you thought.

World count: 1.7k

Warnings: g!p Bada, fingering, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: once again trying something new. I have to be honest and say, I don’t know if I did this right. I used to write BTS smuts before so… yeah. Hope I did okay for you! Enjoy!!

Marrying Bada had to be one of the best decisions of your life. Being by her side was so wholesome. You could look forward to seeing her at the end of a long shift and cooking her favorite meal. 

Though being apart was painful sometimes, you were both busy dancers but that never came between the love you had for each other. That was until you finally had a Street Woman Fighter 2 gathering. 

You would get to tour and hang out together every day along with the other girls that you missed. 

However, some stage feeling in you started to develop when you saw Aiki with her daughter while you worked. The way they bonded was just so pure and beautiful. Then you saw your other actor friends, with their children or pregnant. 

You didn't want to burden Bada with your thoughts. You knew she was at the peak of her career and you would never do anything to interfere with that so you just kept quiet. Every time you two had sexual intercourse she would end up pulling out like always so you also assumed she didn't want kids yet.

After packing and heading to your second destination of the tour, you were having so much fun playing around on stage and behind the stage with your friends. On the third day of the tour, you could see some of the girl's families arrive to visit them. 

Including Akanen's husband and daughter. Akanen was such a sweet mother but you were never close to her. You never had the guts to approach her. Bada on the other hand was close friends with her. 

One day after the show you went to the dressing rooms and you saw how Akanen's daughter ran up to Bada. Bada picked her up and spun her around. The little girl laughed and giggled and then her eyes landed on you. 

"This is my beautiful wife," Bada said as she approached you and the girl held your face with a warm smile. Your entire being was moved by the girl and a tear threatened to escape your eye but you held back and walked away.

You got dressed and packed. Bada asked if something was bothering you but you didn't say anything and headed to the hotel. You were oddly quiet given the fact that you got to share a van with Audrey, Emma, and Bada. Usually, you always play around with them or do karaoke but this time you just lay your head on Emma's shoulder and look straight ahead. 

When you arrived at the hotel, you grabbed your bags and walked out of the van without waiting for Bada. You wanted to avoid her before blurting out something you didn't mean.

You placed your things in the room and went to shower. Bada didn't say a thing already sensing something was wrong. She decided to give you some space and she went to shower. 

You brushed your hair calmly looking out the window and staring at the city. Your mind was filled with thoughts of little feet running around the house and the sweet giggles and cries of a newborn. 

Suddenly, you came back to reality when you felt Bada's hands wrap around your figure. She placed soft kisses from your cheek to your neck knowing how to get your mind off of things. You tilted your head allowing her full access to your neck so she could continue.

"Just relax. I'll make you feel good," she said and you smiled. You turned to her slightly pushed her onto the bed and straddled her. She kissed you on the forehead and smiled. 

"What's going on inside your mind, babe?" she said as she locked eyes with you. It was never hard to communicate your words and thoughts to Bada. She always made it easy to share your feelings. 

"Well... I am feeling a bit tired from the show and..." You hesitated to speak for fear of saying something that might upset her. 

"Talk to me. Please," she said as she pushed your hair behind your ear. 

"Well, I was working with Aiki and she had her daughter with us and she was so sweet and nice. Then I was talking to Yejin and she showed me her baby. Then Akanen and her cute daughter..." you paused to gather your thoughts. 

"Baby... what are you trying to say?" Bada asked in concern when she saw how your eyes were tearing up. 

"You looked so perfect while holding her and then she touched my face and I... I thought of how good of a mother you would be and how pretty I would look pregnant. Bada..." You held her face and looked deep into her eyes. 

"I want to have your babies," you finally blurted out. Her face turned a bright red but her eyes didn't divert from yours. 

"Bada Lee, I want you to put a baby in me," You said once more to make sure the message got across. 

You didn't say anything else but felt the member in her pants harden against your thigh making you grin. 

"Baby, don't play with me," she said as she shut her eyes. 

"I am not playing, Bada. I have never been so serious about anything," You said as you lowered yourself on her clothed penis grinding against it. She let out a soft groan. and took a hold of your his. With one swift move, she flipped you and was now on top of you. 

"I have been dreaming about this for years. My own little family with you. It will be perfect, baby," she said as she attacked your lips hungrily. You used your hands to remove the underwear under your silk nightgown. 

The straps of your dress fell over your shoulders exposing your breast to her sight and she didn't hesitate to take one in her mouth, savoring it. 

She used her free hand to remove the sweats she was wearing and collected the juices dripping down from you with her long member. Slowly sliding between your gushy walls allowing you to adjust to her. 

You bit your lip and looked up at her innocently. Those eyes drove her crazy. Something about the thought of finally getting to release inside of you made her even more turned on. So she began to move. 

She started off with slow thrusts and your bodies moved in sync like a dance. The devil's tango. But as you moaned her name and occasional coos of "faster, baby," and "more, please," she began to increase her pace. 

She began to speed up using her hand to rub on your now-sensitive clit. You felt yourself clench around her length when she reached your sweet spot. She moaned as her elbows were on each side of your head for support. 

Both of your breathing patterns were speedy and short. 

"I'm almost there. Don't stop, Bada. Please," you said making her grin. 

"What is it that you want, baby?" she asked. 

"Cum in me, please. Please, Bada," you began to rock your hips for friction but she used her hands to hold down your hips hard. 

"I love it when you beg for me," she said and started trusting again using her hands to go deeper in you by pulling your hips against you. 

Your eyes shut close and when you opened them you could only see stars. The ecstasy of the moment was too much you thought you couldn't handle it. 

That was until, with one last thrust, she poured herself inside of you. Rippling waves of pleasure washed through your body and your eyes rolled back. Bada soon collapsed on top of you, still inside. 

You thought she was finished but you clenched once more around her making her groan loudly and let out more of her seed inside of you. She didn't bother to get up from you and once you both recovered from the magical moment, you began to stroke her hair as she lay on your bare chest. 

"So, what do you want to name her... or him?" she asked. 

"I haven't given any thought. What about, Yeni Cho?" you said with a giggle. 

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," she sarcastically said. 

"I don't care about any of that. All that matters is that we are on the same page, baby," you said and she nodded. Soon you both drifted off to sleep. 

-

(A few months later)

Touring was over and you were sitting on the couch biting your nails. You had bought almost all of the pregnancy tests available at the store. Bada was supposed to return home soon from her trip to Vietnam. 

You jumped at the sound of the timer indicating your seven pregnancy tests were ready and the result should be revealed soon but you couldn't bring yourself to look at them. You paced the bathroom like a lunatic and talked to yourself. 

"Baby! I am home," You jumped at Bada's voice. You were so busy, you didn't even hear the code to come in the house or her keys. 

"I'm in the bathroom, Bada," You said still biting your nails. Bada walked to the bathroom and her eyes widened when she saw how many pregnancy tests were on the counter. 

"Baby, are you-"

"I don't know. I've been standing here for like five minutes and I'm nervous. I missed my period and I've been getting morning sickness so... I just figured I should discard any possibilities before going to the doctor. You look. I can't do it," You said and walked out of the bathroom. 

Bada turned test after test. Her face changed each time she held a new one. You walked in feeling eager. 

"We are going to be moms, baby. We are going to be moms!" she said as he picked you up and kissed your lips. 

"All of them? Are they all positive?" you asked. Bada nodded repeatedly as tears escaped her eyes. She embraced you in her warmth and you cried together. 

This was truly the start of something new. A new growing family. Something beautiful and you were forever grateful that Bada would be the mother of your future babies.

Thank you for reading🩵

[tokyomanjirider]

mikey headcannons bc i said so. :3

platonic:

-mikey refuses to believe hes wrong unless draken, takemichi, or shinichiro says so even at that depending on the situation he still gets mad

- after toman meetings he def js rides around and ends up dropping by draken, takemichi, or y/ns house

- emma likes to make snacks like fruit and stuff for mikey and mikey will act like hes embarrassed but when hes in his room hes so happy bc well, food,

- after the tenjinku fight mikey cried bc he lost izana even tho he knows he hated him and this time emma saw and cried with him

- constantly drops by takemichis at any hour and lets himself in, takemichi gets scared sometimes bc well the door was locked..

romantic:

- mikey wont cry with you unless its something he physically cannot keep to himself, he doesnt wanna be seen as weak

-WILL cling like a koala in private and SOMETIMES in public depending on whos around, most of the time wont show pda in public bc hes either worried someone from a different gang will target you, or his friends will make fun of him *his friends do but jokingly, peh tried to make fun of him and mikey gave him that serious unserious death glare*

- comes over sm you have extra clothes, pillows, blankets etc, he even has his tooth brush and some toman stuff there

-after meetings if you werent there hes gonna sneak in, sometimes you get scared when you see mikey in your bed bc you dont exactly register its him yet, until he looks slightly irritated after you accidentally wake him up "oh...i should have known, sorry mikey 🥹* you HAVE to cuddle him back to sleep or he will wake up in a bad mood

-will randomly take you out of school for the day and either js drive around getting snacks or go back to your place taking naps

-doesnt really do pet names in public either will occasionally say "babe, love" to show you off but overall finds them a little weird

[laylarevengers]

dancing with our hands tied. manjiro sano x fem! reader. bonten timeline. established relationship (marriage). established biological son. changes like emma, shinichiro, izana are around alongside most ‘dead’ characters in this arc. overall fluff!

“hey, don’t do that. you’ll get hurt.” manjiro mumbled, stretching his arms and pushing his son back from the table he was gladly going to walk into. it was weird, having two people that he loves this dearly, that is. y/n and his son. every time he watched the three-year-old kid play around in his office, ruin papers and invade executives meetings with his barely audible words; it made manjiro’s heart flutter. fuck, he loved that kid to hell and back.

he wanted to leave. get away and ensure that this kid won’t be tied to him, have him have a normal life without any fear, but he couldn’t. he couldn’t leave. he left y/n once and it was the worst time of his life, what will happen when he leaves her and his son again? the light of his life? the only ones that make him laugh that boyish smile he used to have in his toman days.

“dad!” a whiney voice snapped manjiro and out of his thoughts. he sat one of the meeting rooms with the executives, all waiting for some snobby people to have a dumb finance meeting with, all with the child running around the room. y/n had work, manjiro does not trust babysitters, and the executives are here so he had no choice but to have him attend with him.

‘teach them young,’ manjiro chuckled when he remembered y/n’s words at the decision to take the kid. little fingers pointed at the haitani brothers, “ran, candy!” mikey’s full attention was on the broken, mumbled words spoken. he hummed, “yeah? ran toke your candy?” he couldn’t help but smile at the desperate nods from the little boy and how he crossed his arms with a small pout, glaring at ran and rindou who couldn’t control their laughter anymore.

it was crazy, manjiro thought, how much of a carbon copy of him this kid was. the same silky black hair that y/n insisted on letting grow, similar to how mikey had it in his toman days. the same big, black eyes but unlike his own, the boy’s was full of light and sparkles whenever he looked at his dad. he stood there, small and arms-crossed, wearing the cardigan auntie emma had crocheted him with the sweatpants and snickers that he bought with uncle izana and uncle shinichiro after motorcycle rides.

manjiro bent down and picked the little boy, sitting him on his lap. small arms immediately wrapped themselves around mikey’s neck, “did ran and rin make you sad?” manjiro mumbled, patting the boys back. he heard a small sniff then a muttered, “yes.” it was times like these where the executives saw the real manjiro. when he was around his son or his wife, soft and gentle and happy.

manjiro turned boy around, “sanzu is right there. go tell ‘em.” he pointed at the pink haired man who just walked into the room. ran and rindou groaned in fake fear as the little boy smiled widely and rubbed the tears away with his sleeve. he quickly got off mikey’s lap and ran towards sanzu who almost immediately put the cigarette he had in hand when he heard the small call of his name, “san-zoo! ran-rin, candy!”

mikey watched as the boy jumped in anticipation in front of sanzu. “oh, yeah? you want me to take care of them?” sanzu bent down so he was face to face with the boy. “yes! can we, dad?!” manjiro noted how clearer his words were becoming now, he had to tell y/n later tonight. he nodded, giving the boy permission which immediately made him burst into laughter and giggles as he ran towards the haitanis with screams and hit them with small fists to which they pretended to get hurt by with fake groans and cries of pain.

manjiro audibly laughed. “the assholes are here,” koko told him. mikey hummed, “hey. no cursing.” god, he’s such a dad. manjiro called the boy by his nickname which immediately caught his attention. it was always like that. the boy admired his dad so much. “come on. you gonna sit with dad as he listen to some assholes?” koko could only roll his eyes. the boy ran excitedly towards his dad, climbing onto his lap while refusing any help with the task until he sat completely and placed his small hands on the table with a small serious face.

the bonten executives all let out small chuckles as manjiro ruffled the boy’s hair, “good job. ‘always making dad proud.” the boy rested his back onto mikey’s chest and holding his wrist with a small shy smile.

manjiro sighed heavily as he locked the front door after coming in. he toke off his shoes, making sure the boy sleeping in his arms would not be disturbed. he glanced at the shoe wardrobe they have by the door and could not find y/n’s shoes placed outside the wardrobe indicating she came come. weird. it’s really late.

he continued into the penthouse until he reached the living room closest to the master bedroom where he placed the small boy on the sofa, slowly taking off his white sneakers. “jiro,” mikey turned around and saw her. he could not help but smile, “hey.” he replied lowly as she made her way towards both her boys, placing a small kiss on each of their forehead.

she was still in her work clothes, mikey noticed. they both sat on the floor, leaning on the couch where their boy laid, heavily sleeping. “how was today?” she asked with a whisper, brushing strands of black hair away from the small face of the sleeping boy. mikey shrugged, “practically spent all day in the meeting. we got cupcakes after we were done. that’s it really.” y/n looked up at manjiro with a small smile, “cupcakes?”

he lowered his eyes from hers. ‘kinda want cupcakes… anyway, where is ___’s white sneakers?’ words uttered by y/n this morning as all three of them got ready. manjiro always did that; made sure neither of his two stars went to bed without having anything they wanted. he has money, he’s not using it and he loves seeing the small giggles and laughter erupted after he gets things as small as cupcakes or a lollipop.

“he asked to come to work with me again,” manjiro said. y/n smiled, “yeah? are you going to take with you?” her fingers stopped playing with long black hair and turned to play with much shorter black hair. “i’ll take him with me when it’s boring days like these.” y/n understands he means when he doesn’t have to use guns and get chased by the authorities. she was a worrier, especially when it came to her little boy, but she doesn’t trust anyone more than she does manjiro sano.

“you’re thinking.” she mumbled, eyes not wandering away from mikey’s face. he remained looking in front of him, tangling his fingers with hers, “‘saw a normal company, business man with his little daughter at the bakery. made me think. fuck, i’m a mess.” he chuckled, his un-intertwined hand coming to push his hair back from his face. y/n cupped his face with her free hand, “well, you’re the mess that i want. that we both want.”

“y/n, people will talk. put us in our place. threaten. they will—“

“manjiro sano. you think i don’t know? i knew no one in the world could take it, but…”

“but you,” mikey finished her sentence immediately. silence fell again before y/n spoke up once more, “you know we won’t be able to do anything without you. ‘need you, jiro, both of us do. always will do.” before manjiro could muster up a reply, a small yawn caught their attention. “mama..!” tired excitement erupted from the boy as he stretched his arms towards y/n. “hi, baby. had fun with dad?”

“always!”

manjiro’s eyes widened slightly at the boy’s reply. y/n’s small chuckled alongside the tired giggles of his son made him feel warm. tracing everything, they were making him a better man. giving up alcohol and cigarettes, rarely forcing anger out and using rationality because his little boy could always be around and looking at dad.

“i love you,” manjiro suddenly said to the both of them. “love dad!” the boy replied without hesitation, hugging both his parents. y/n rested her head on manjiro’s shoulders, “i love you more.” she whispered softly, helping their boy comfortably lay on the both of them and drift back to sleep.

they will wake up with the worst back pain, but manjiro wanted it that way if it meant having this. having them. because he knows he needs them more than they will ever need him and he was way more than okay with that.

[wosoamazing]

The Three Letters

Summary: Sam tears her ACL during a game against WestHam, you get upset, Millie helps you understand, the team supports you and your Mum’s

Warnings: ACLs

You were sitting on the bench next to Millie, wearing your jersey, you were an avid Blues supporter which isn’t surprising considering you had grown up at Chelsea, your Mum was in talks with Chelsea when she found out she was pregnant with you, she was worried that Emma may no longer want her, so when she told Emma about her situation she was pleasantly surprised when Emma said to her that they would sign a contract early, especially considering the Red stars were dropping her due to her pregnancy and that she was talking to other clubs. Emma was very supportive, through the pregnancy and after, she worked with your Mum and helped her get back to playing surprising quickly after you were born, she arranged sitters for you, she even sometimes look after you herself. Sam was very grateful to have found Chelsea, they accepted her from day one and they were her family. You loved Chelsea too especially Millie, Erin and Guro.

Sam was a little surprised when she found out she was pregnant, as 3 months prior she had decided to stopped IVF her fifth round had failed, or that is what the doctors had said, but her national teammates were adamant the doctors were wrong, she kept vomiting and had weird cravings so one camp she ended up doing a test and found out.

Today you felt slightly odd wearing your blue jersey, you didn’t want to upset your Mama, it was also the first time your Mum and Mama were playing against each other, you had just recently moved from your old apartment to your new one, as now you lived with both your Mum and your Mama. You had known Mama for most of your life, but you had never lived with her, and your Mum had never versed her in a Chelsea game, it was only ever in a Matilda’s game. So, you didn’t exactly know which team to cheer for, but you decided to stay true to your roots and support Chelsea. Blue was also a better colour than brown or claret as your Mama always corrected you, your Mum would laugh every time she did so.

It was the 80th minute and with the knowledge there would be a lot of stoppage time Emma had come over to the subs bench to talk, she stood with her back to the pitch just beside you, everyone on the bench wasn’t paying attention to the field but instead to Emma, Millie had told you to be quiet for the new few minutes, but as always if there was an emergency you could interrupt, you didn’t know if your Mum lying on the grass holding onto her knee was an emergency or not but you decided to interrupt anyway so you got on your knees to be closer to Millie’s ear and softly spoke to Millie “sgoose me Millie,” she turned her head from Emma to you so you continued “why Mummy on floor?” she whipped her head to where your little arm was pointing too before saying “Shit, Emma you might want to see this,” Emma quickly turned around and as she did the ref blew the whistle, the medics were quickly running onto the pitch towards your Mummy and your Mama had made her way beside her, bent down next to her squeezing her hand, she was saying something to her but you were obviously to far away to hear.

“Fuck” Emma yelled causing you to get frightened, you jumped into Millie’s lap and a small tear rolled down your cheek before Millie hugged you saying, “It’s alright,” Emma must’ve seen your actions out of the corner of her eye because as quick as she was to turn around she sat down in your now empty seat.

“Sorry, y/n/n, I shouldn’t have done that, I’m just a bit stressed currently” she said softly as she rubbed your arm, you nodded before leaning back on Millie who placed her head ontop of yours, “it can’t be happening”.

“It might not be, she isn’t crying,” Millie replied optimistic.

“Mummy never cries, what Mama says” you replied, both women sighed, what you said what exactly true, your vision began to blur slightly as tears welled up in your eyes, you could sense something was wrong, you saw the stretcher being brought on and a few tears fell from your eyes, they landed on Millie’s arms which were wrapped around you, she squeezed you slightly tighter at the sensation and turned her head to Emma “Do you need me? I know you said you might want me to go on but like do you need me?”

“No no. Go. Take her. This has to be overwhelming for her, maybe head down to the medical room so you’re there for when Sam gets down there. Her and Sam matter more than the game,” Emma replied whole heartedly.

“Thank you, Emma, I’ll keep you updated” Millie replied before getting up, she gathers your things and headed down to the medical room. Your Mum was brought in shortly after, already having had scans, the doctors updated Millie and told her was going on, the three of you sat in the room in silence, Sam quickly falling asleep, Millie knew there would be a lot going through her head and so just let her be.

The door opened gently, and your Mama walked in, she kissed your forehead before she spoke, “Hey, baby girl, how is Mummy?” she ruffled your hair.

“Hurt”, you reply.

“ACL” Millie said informing your Mama better, your Mama’s face broke at the three letters and she turned to your Mum who had just woken up from her brief nap, her face relaxed slightly at the sight of her fiancé, they hugged as a silence filled the air, which was soon broken by your Mum, “Kris-” her voice broke as Mama interrupted her “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here now, I’ve got you, we’ll get through this together, I promise, I love you” your Mama said as your Mum broke down in tears, you started crying too, you didn’t know what was going on, your Mum was upset, your Mama seemed upset, Emma was stressed. Your cries made Sam cry even more, “I’ll just take her out for a second, I’ll calm her down and try to explain to her what’s happened” Millie told both of your Mum’s, who nodded gratefully, before she got up, holding you in her arms and walked out, she opted not to stop in the locker room and instead she walked out into the hallway and found a more quite spot, before she slid down the walk and sat on the ground, she positioned you so that you were sitting in her lap facing her, you just leaned into her and sobbed into her chest, she rubbed your back as she tried to sooth you, after a while you leant back at looked at her, “Millie,” “yeah?” she replied softly, “What’s wrong with Mummy?”

“Well, your Mummy’s hurt her knee,” “Oh, will she get better” “Yeah, she will” “Is it bad?” Millie nodded, before she pulled out her phone, she quickly did something on it before showing you a photo “See this. This is a knee, and this is a ligament”, the ligament was highlighted purple in the picture, “a ligament is sort of like a very strong rubber band, and this ligament is very important, it kind of holds your knee together, its an ACL, and your Mummy has hurt her ACL, and she will need surgery to fix it, and she will have to work very hard to get better, she will get better though, it will just take a long time. Does that make sense” you nodded in response still absorbing all of the information.

“You’re oddly good at that Mils maybe you should become a teacher when you retire” a voice from above said, the voice held an amused but kind tone. Millie looked up to see Magda and Pernille stand in front of her. “We thought to just come and check that you and Y/N were okay,” Magda said as they both sat down either side of Millie. You smiled at both of them, and they smiled back. “We’ve had showers and everything, if you want, we can take Y/N so you can have a shower and stuff” Pernille offered.

“Thanks guys, that would be great.” She said to them before looking to you “Hey, I’m just going to have a shower quickly, but I’ll come back and then if you want, we can go see Mummy” she soft said to you. “Okay,” you replied before standing up and moving over to Pernille, you quickly found a place in her lap, and smiled at her again. Millie got up and went into the locker room, Magda shuffled closer to you and Pernille. “How are you feeling Y/N?” Magda asks, “Sad, and and I don’t know, why did Mummy have to get hurt?” you replied, for your age you were quite good at expressing your emotions and thoughts, it was something Sam had taught you, first with little amounts of sign then with words, it was important to her that you were able to do so due to her job and the fact that you would be around people often who didn’t know you inside out like she did.

Both women sighed before Pernille replied “I know, it’s unfair, isn’t it, and it’s also okay to not know how you feel, sometimes emotions are confusing, and sometimes they get to much but that is okay.” You just hummed and nodded in reply, Pernille’s words were oddly comforting. Magda whispered something in Pernille’s ear before she got up and went back into the locker room, she returned shortly later, with your water bottle, and blanket in hand, she sat back down handed you your water bottle, you took some big sips before handing it back to her, she then laid your blanket over you and within seconds you were asleep.

You had been woken up due to some movement and look up to find you were now in Millie’s arms, “Do you want to see Mummy now?” you nodded sleepily, Millie took you through the locker room and into the medical room, where your Mummy was.

“Hey, baby girl, I missed you.” Your Mummy told you; you could hear the sadness in her voice.

“Do you want her? She has been sleeping, probably will go back to sleep” Millie said to Sam, who nodded, so she carefully put you in Sam’s lap, your little legs were either side of her body, and you quickly snuggled into the familiar comfort of your Mum. “I love you Mummy, I will help you get better,” “Thank you baby, I love you lots, never forget that” she replied as she placed a kissed-on top of your head. The room was silent, as your Mummy just sat there, you in her lap and Millie in the chair adjacent.

You were half asleep when you heard your Mum mumble “I’m sorry” to Millie. “For what?” you felt her shrug, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Sammy, we’ve got you I promise, everyone was so concerned about you and already asking how they should help, I’m pretty sure little miss is going to get lots of sleepover invites but I did remind them that you love her and so maybe offering to take her away and possibly leaving you on your own wasn’t the best idea.” You felt your Mum’s chest vibrate as she laughed at what Millie had just said before Millie continued “I’ll be here every step of the way, if you need anything, anything at all I will come over and help, even if it’s just a square of chocolate, but in all seriousness we will all help you, with anything, I will literally be a text or call away.”

____

They next week was tough, for all three of you, you got sick, Sam had just had her surgery and Kristie was looking after both of you whilst also still training and playing at West Ham, however to ease the load Steph came over to visit, Dean had gone away and she was lonely or at least that’s what she said so that your Mum’s didn’t feel worse than they already did about her staying over and helping.

About 2 months into your Mum’s injury you went away on a Team Trip with the team but it was Emma and Millie who took you, they promised Sam that they would take extra special care of you in which they did, you had an absolutely fantastic time, you got lots of treats, got to stay up late, helped Emma with training, and even got to walk out with Emma as coach, during the line ups at one stage. The Matilda’s Olympic Qualifier Squad was being announced and so Sam was having a hard time emotionally with her injury, so Millie and Emma decided that they would take you with them.

______

After a long 9 months you Mum made her return, it was a home game and the fans went wild, you were just happy that your Mum was happy again.

[sectumsempraaa]

Threads of Solace

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Word count: 1.8k

TW: Panic/mental distress, kissing, it's mostly fluff :)

Based on this request. Thank you Emma!!

Summary: As the fifth years prepare for OWL exams, you struggle to cope with your reoccurring test anxiety. Your boyfriend Theo acts as a calming source, helping you make it through to your shared summer vacation.

AN: No Italian translation bc y'all... we know this by now

“Come on bella, you know this one!” Theo encourages you while holding up one of the note cards you made. You’ve been studying for hours together up in the astronomy tower.

Biting your lip in concentration, you start to wonder if you ever paid attention in Charms class.

“You can’t do that,” Theo grumbled, the slightest smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. You look into his dark eyes, slightly delirious from how late it is. You’ve been spending every night this week up here, stressing over your upcoming OWLs.

“Do what?” you ask, looking back to the card he’s holding up to your gaze. Without thinking, you bite down on your lip again, with more pressure this time, digging in the depths of your brain for the answer. It feels utterly hopeless.

“That.” He brushes his thumb over your mouth, bringing your attention to his face as it leans closer to yours. His eyes run over the spot on your bottom lip that’s now slightly pink and irritated. While you examine his features, your mind slowly wanders to other thoughts… 

Gods he is beautiful. He is the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. Handsome, stunning-

You suddenly gasp, your eyes darting back to the note card. “Stunning spell!” you cried out. His lingering hand grabs your chin and pulls you towards him, kissing you so delicately it almost hurts. His other hand crumples the note card, throwing it off the side of the tower.

“Corretta.” He whispers, pulling away from you. His expression fades to a frown as you let out a long, frustrated groan, covering your face with your hands. Confusion washes over him, tilting his head slightly.

“I’m doomed. I’m so utterly, completely doomed.” You state, your voice laced with dread. You feel one of his hands rub your back, shifting himself closer to you. “It shouldn’t have taken me that long to figure it out. I won’t have that kind of time during exams.”

Despite the fatigue racking your body, you mindlessly exhibit one of your anxious habits. You never really notice it, especially with your mind in a million different places, but he does. He notices how every time your heart rate picks up, you rub a hand over your chest. And he notices the others, too. The nail biting, the leg shaking, and the shortened breath.

He packs up your bag, stowing away any and all study materials. His hand rests on your thigh, his thumb tracing light circles on your skin. The touch of plastic and thread grazes your skin. It gets your attention, your fingers instinctively gravitating towards the beaded bracelet on his wrist that you made him a couple months ago.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s call it a night.” He starts, giving you a sympathetic look and a kiss on your cheek.

He doesn’t get the same nerves you do around exams, but he will do whatever it takes to soothe yours. “And you’re sleeping in my dorm so I can make sure you don’t try to stay up even later for this.”

You let your mind go blank as you fidget the beads around in your fingers, letting the distraction ground you. It brings a smile to your face, and his, reminding you what awaits on the other side of these gruesome tests: a whole summer with Theo.

—

After that night, Theo sat you down and devised a study schedule with you. This eased your worries a bit, making it all feel a little more manageable. Each day you’d meet in the astronomy tower for two hours, spending a half hour on each subject. 

You weren’t fully convinced it would be enough, but it would do for now. Plus, he doesn’t have to know about the three additional hours you’d stay up in your dorm with your textbooks.

Today, you’re in the Great Hall having breakfast with Theo and some of your Slytherin friends. Mattheo and Draco are sitting across from you, snacking on pastries and sipping tea. Both of them are flipping pages of pages of library books and staring intently at their pages. It seems everyone is in study mode.

“Can’t wait to get these bloody exams over with,” Draco starts, making his low level of investment extremely clear. “The damn things are a waste of time.”

Mattheo sighs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Well, next week they’ll be over and we’ll all be free from your unending complaints.”

“Like I even need to take them…” Draco mutters to himself.

“Not all our dads can buy us a career, Draco.” Mattheo fires back, his voice drowns out as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

They start next week. 

Your body grows still, as panic starts to set in. You nearly choke on your toast, looking up to Mattheo with widened eyes and a colorless face. He lifts a concerned brow at you before glancing at Theo. They’re talking but you can’t hear them. You are completely checked out.

In your mind, the thoughts are racing so fast you can’t keep up with them.

I’ll fail. I won’t have a career. I’ll be a disappointment.

You can already feel the pressure of the clock ticking and the sound of quills around you writing effortless answers while yours is stone cold solid. 

Breathing becomes harder as more thoughts pollute your mind.

Slow. Unprepared. Lost cause.

The image of students standing up to hand in their completed exams plagues you. Then, you faintly hear it, following its tune. That deep, soothing voice. Theo’s.

“Tesoro, come back.” His gentle voice echoes from one ear to the other as it attempts to pry you from your daze. You feel a warm hand softly grip your thigh, willing it to stop shaking. “Come back, Y/N. I’m right here.”

Your head turns to him, your eyes blinking like you’re coming out of a trance. You meet his gaze for a second before taking in your surroundings. Sounds start to become clearer and rapidly moving colors start to break and fade away. Your heart slows down, settling back to normal.

“There’s my girl,” he says, placing a hand on your back, stroking your hair. He grabs your dominant hand, pulling it towards him as you continue to adjust back to reality. “Here.”

You watch as his hands tie a bracelet around your wrist, a twin to the one on his.

“I tried to make it like the one you made me. Pansy helped, of course.” He explained. Your fingers start to fiddle with it in your other hand, the way you do with his when you’re stressed. “Now you can have one all the time.”

The bracelet is made up of dark olive green and gold string, adorned with tiny white beads engraved with both your initials. You smile at his effort, the way his thread is a little more frayed and the beads are a bit too slanted. You love it. It’s perfectly Theo.

“Thank you, amore mio. I would have had to drag you to my tests and forced you to sit next to me if you hadn’t made this.” You laughed, shaking off the rest of your panic and melting into his touch.

You look at him, noticing the mesmerized expression on his face as he scans you in awe. He’s looking at you like you’re his sun, moon, and stars. He suddenly cups your face with his hands and brings his lips to yours, sending every ounce of joy and passion into your kiss. You smile against him, letting a laugh escape into his mouth.

“You can’t do that, either.” He breathes, grinning and resting his forehead on yours. “You drive me crazy, cara mia.” You rarely respond to him in Italian, usually saving it for ‘special occasions.’

Your heart is still swelling from the gift. It starts to hit you how much support you have, how many people believe in you. It makes everything feel a little less daunting. That no matter what, you have them, and this pretty wonderful boy.

“The exams… the scores, they don’t matter, really. Do they?” You ask sheepishly, looking down at your lap. You have told yourself this over and over, but your brain never lets you accept it. Because why does your mind crumble for something so meaningless?

Something about saying it out loud made it feel real. Maybe you just needed to say it, to be heard.

“They matter just about as much as the tea stains on Draco’s fancy new jumper.” He laughs, gesturing his head towards the blonde boy who scowls at the realization. You miss it though, too busy nurturing the comfort Theo just provided you.

—

Weeks later, you’re laying on a bed, legs hooked around Theo’s. The warm Italian sun just starts to creep in through the bedroom curtains of his family’s cozy villa, where neither of you are wearing clothes. You wake up first, your half-asleep self reaching for his bracelet to play with.

Every day you’ve been here, just two of you, exploring the local towns and forgetting real life exists. You of course made it through exams, maybe the easiest round of them you’ve ever had. Turns out Theo’s study schedule really was enough.

Your eyelids flutter open slowly, your lips leaving gentle kisses across his broad chest as he begins to shift beneath you. His hands find their way up your back, grazing your skin with his fingertips. This new morning routine never fails to make you smile.

Suddenly, a familiar noise comes from the kitchen. The definitive brush of envelopes dropping on wood is enough to know what it is. Your OWL scores are here.

“Hmm, you want to go look, bella?” His voice hoarse from sleep. His hands lift off you, leaving a slight chill where they were resting. You don’t respond at first, your mind attempting to suck you back into panic. 

But then you feel it, his bracelet rubbing against the same one on your wrist. A subtle reminder. You blink back to the present moment, his face slightly confused as you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, your weight unmoving as you settle back into his embrace.

“No. And put your hands back, please. I have no intention of moving from this spot anytime soon.” You say, a smirk spreading across your face. His chest moves with the laughter escaping his mouth.

He kisses the top of your head, many, many times. You genuinely don’t care what’s in the envelope. The only part of your future you’re concerned about is making sure you get to do this every summer with your favorite person in the world.

You close your eyes, wrapping your arms a little tighter around him, letting yourself drift off. He whispers, the phrase making your heart flutter.

“There’s my girl.”