#a proud father finding a Christmas tree for his family

[desertangels70s]

[forthechubbies]

Puppy Treats I

Alpha! Hybrid ! BC (Daddy Bangchan )X Omega! Human! Chubby! Reader🤒

⚠️Fluff, Slight nudity ( I.N), Kdrama Vibes *Chef's kiss*, cheeky Bangchan moments.

Your new neighbors are often noisy so you finally get enough courage pay them a visit..... with cookies.♡

Bam! Boom! "What in the world is happening upstairs?" Your heart races with worry about your new neighbors' noisy behavior. The never-ending thuds, crashes, and barking drive you insane, disrupting your peace and tranquility. It's beyond belief that they've only been here for a few days, and you're already at your wit's end.

Your heart was pounding as you frantically dialed the emergency number, ready to report the worst. But before you could hit the call button, your mother's voice cut through the panic: "Why don't you go check if everything's alright?" Her words shook you out of your fear-induced daze, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was hope yet.

You are standing at their door with a dish full of freshly baked sugar cookies because of her.

you noticed the door was slightly ajar. your curiosity was piqued, and you couldn't resist exploring further into the apartment. The silence was deafening as you crept slowly, searching every room for signs of life. you could feel your heart racing in your chest, your mind racing with questions. And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The apartment was empty. But how? Where had they gone? your mind was reeling with possibilities as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

You carefully placed the cookies aside and took a step forward, only to find yourself wandering deeper into the unknown. As you sauntered down the dimly lit hallway, It was then that you stumbled upon a series of family photos, each one more captivating than the last. In one particularly striking image, you saw a proud father standing tall, his face beaming with pride while his sons surrounded him. It was a moment of pure joy and love, The sons were so caught up in their playing that they didn't even notice someone was taking their picture.

As I scrolled through the photos, my eyes were suddenly drawn to one particular picture that left me completely breathless. The dense forest in the background, the faint outline of snow on the ground, and the boys gathered around a towering, live Christmas tree being carried by a man who appeared to be their father. But something caught my eye - the glint of an axe resting on his other shoulder.

As you took a step back from the picture, you unexpectedly collided with something solid. A gasp escaped your lips, but before you could react, a massive hand clamped tightly over your mouth, silencing you.

The intruder, with a furious expression, bellowed, "Stop screaming!What are you doing?!" It was a total surprise when he revealed his fluency in Korean, but unfortunately, you don't have the ability to translate. He firmly held your wrist above your head, while your hand fought to create some distance, trembling against his chest. However, he disregarded your struggle, as if you were not deserving of his complete attention.

It dawned on you that this was the very son depicted in the photographs. His nose and certain areas of his face had acquired a rosy hue due to the unforgiving weather conditions.

Your heart raced as you struggled to free yourself from his grasp. His strength was unbelievable, and you started to panic. The hallway echoed with your loud, muffled screams before someone charged around the corner, surprising you with a dramatic rescue.

It was a moment of intense adrenaline and fear, but your rescuer's arrival brought a sense of relief and safety that washed over you like a wave.

"Lino, Stop it! She's our neighbor!" He growled fiercely, his voice echoing through the corridor. He snatched you away from Lino, his eyes filled with anger . As he turned to you quickly, he felt your trembling body hyperventilating on his back. The fear in your eyes was palpable, and he knew you were about to faint. He stood there, his body tense.

"Oi..oi!" His voice boomed in your ears, causing you to snap out of your dazed state, and you took note of his worried expression as he looked you over. "Listen, listen…" You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to steady yourself, but the warm, sweet aroma that filled your nostrils helped to ground you. "Breathe for me. Can you breathe for me, miss?" You did as he instructed, focusing on your breaths as you looked into his puffy, chocolate-colored eyes. It was as if time stood still as his large hand gently stroked your head. "You okay, sweetheart?"

"I can help with her," Binnie said,placing his hand on his father's shoulder. "Felix is already getting the blanket and Hannie is getting water. "

Lay down?!..."Oh no, no! I assure you, I'm perfectly fine." You attempted to rise, but your legs betrayed you, forcing the man to bear your weight in his sturdy embrace.

Lino’s scoffing earned him a scowl from his father. “Oh come on, Chan, She’s faking for sympathy-”

In an instant, a wolf burst through the door, its transformation into a naked man leaving you stunned and vulnerable.

"Appa! Appa!!" The young man cried out. "I rushed here as fast as I could." He stood defiantly, his hands firmly planted on his hips. “ You’re scent smelled like shi-“

Gasping for air, you crumbled into Chan's embrace, your legs trembling with each passing second.

"Hannie! Get water! Water!" Chan's voice trembled with fear, as it seemed like he was on the verge of losing you.

Han settled on your right side, handling the glass to Chan before fanning you with one of Hyunjin's fan.

"YAH! There's a lady here!!" Binnie shouted, blocking Jeongin body with a blanket.

With a gentle touch, Han lifted you up and carried you to a more comfortable place on the couch. He propped your legs up on his lap and spoke softly. "Rest here with me,honey." His accent was distinctly English, unlike his father's Australian lilt. Though you knew you should correct him for using such familiar terms, you felt too weary to protest. A serene warmth washed over you as you drifted into unconsciousness.

Soft tickles brushing your cheek caused you stir and you fluttered your eyes open to find the father sleeping with his arms against his chest and his shoulders relaxed as snored away on the floor by the couch.

You slowly sat up but hesitanted after slightly smelling the aroma coming off of him. You found yourself leaning closer to his shoulder. Honey? Brown sugar. It's definitely honey.. Whatever it was it puzzled you , your body felt...safe and warm..even bold enough to inch closer eyeing his beefy hairy arms and.....honestly pretty side view.

With audacious courage, you dared to caress his cheek, defying all expectations and embracing the thrill of the moment.

Without realizing it, your gentle touch glided across his face, as if it was meant to be, and his head found solace in the cradle of your hand. A surge of emotions overwhelmed you as he peacefully slumbered, his snores echoing in the silence.

You melt as the sudden rush of euphoria come in the form of a sweet musk you sat up beside him gently not to interupt his slumber.

You were careful of your leg close to his arm; You took note of a crimson string laced around his bicep. You eyed the lace and you wouldn't believe it if you didn't see it but the lace latches itself around your ankle.

You let out a piercing scream, thrashing your feet in a frenzy, jolting the slumbering father awake. Despite his grogginess, he swiftly caught you just in time, preventing you from crashing onto the cold, hard floor. "What the heck? What's going on? Are ya alright?!" His eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner, ready to defend you from any unseen threat.

“ I-I have to get home.” The sweet scent of his musk intensified as he grinned, his dimples causing my heart to flutter. But something felt off...really off. I grabbed his bicep, trying to push him away, but I could sense his resistance. "Excuse me...I need to-"

"OF COURSE! Of course.." Chan's voice was shaky as his hands. Calm down calm down what the fuck is happening here?

The abrupt chill from the absence of his body warmth nearly earned a small whimper out of you but you cleared your throat to cover it.

In the couple of inches, Chan moved; you took a moment to let your eyes linger around his beautiful features. Kiss him ♡ He'll take good of us. Just look at those biceps and sweet smile. ♡♡ Your eyes widen. What the heck are you thinking?! He's a stranger.

[fizziepopangel]

Holly Jolly Hazbins

Charlie and Lucifer are absolute christmas freaks. I’m talking the entire hotel is lit up so you can probably see it from Heaven. And of course there are some holiday ducks around the hotel, courtesy of Lucifer.

An enormous tree would be dragged into the parlor and Charlie would make it a group activity to decorate it, calling it family bonding.

Niffty would be mesmerized by the lights and tinsel.

Vaggie puts the tinsel and ornaments on the tree strategically. Lucifer, Angel, and Niffty all have a tinsel fight while Charlie actually helps her decorate the tree.

Feeling as if he’s the only responsible one, Alastor checks that all the lights are working before letting them them get put around the tree.

Husk is absolutely spiking the eggnog

After playing a dirty christmas song, Angel would be banned from picking the music…. And after a few songs passed, Cherri would sneak over and put on another dirty christmas song, and then Charlie would assign Alastor to play the music (on the radio of course)

Sir Pentious would get his egg bois all matching christmas pjs and make them take pictures like the proud father he is.

Vaggie would hang mistletoe somewhere and lead Charlie over at some point so they could have a romantic little christmas moment…. They would find Cherri and Pentious already beat them to it.

Husk would grumble about hating christmas, but he would give some of the most thoughtful gifts, like each gift super personalized to each person.

Alastor on the other hand gives practical gifts for the most part…. But he bought something special and more sentimental for Rosie.

It actually snows in hell sometimes, and Charlie absolutely makes everyone play in the snow.

Husk complains that the cold makes his joints ache but he and Angel still make out in the snow behind a snowman that Angel put a dick on.

Angel has multiple little christmas costumes for Fat Nuggets, and he has an outfit to match each one (and yes, he also gets some Christmas clothes for Keekee too).

On the subject of Angel, he bought everyone at least one sex toy…they are not wrapped discretely and some buzz when moved. 

And Angel makes every possible naughty Christmas joke he can think of.

Niffty loved her gift from Angel. It goes with her holiday dominatrix outfit.

Vaggie and Charlie have matching christmas sweaters

Sir Pentious gets too cold in the snow so Cherri goes inside with him. They sit by the fire and eat cookies until the others come in.

Charlie takes so many pictures. She plans on having some framed and hung around the hotel.

Sir Pentious bakes gingerbread men

Alastor hums along with the christmas carols the others sing loudly and off key.

When music isn’t being played, Lucifer insists that the tv only play holiday movies.

Although they don’t see eye to eye on much, Lucifer gives Alastor a refurbished 1930’s radio with deer antlers similar to his carved into it, and Alastor a neon duck-shaped light. Both men were oddly surprised by the kindness of the gifts they received from the other.

No one really collaborated with each other when shopping for Niffty so the tiny woman ended up with knives of various shapes and sizes from everyone but Alastor. Alastor would make a crown for her and dub her the roach princes. Niffty would spend the rest of the day after opening gifts running around with a roach tiara on her head and a knife in each hand shouting “stab” repeatedly and laughing maniacally.

Alastor says that he won’t cook for christmas since he cooked for thanksgiving, but when Lucifer and Charlie cooked, he would hover and constantly say “Not like that” and “What are you doing?” before ultimately pouring himself a glass of wine and taking over, muttering about how they would starve during the holidays if not for him.

The gambling man he is, Husk gets Angel and Pentious drunk and wins a couple bucks while Alastor pretends not to see.

Husk would fall asleep after opening presents after too much eggnog, and Angel would take the opportunity to put a santa hat on the sleeping drunk and take pictures of him, even using various christmas filters. 

Vaggie gets wine drunk, and dances Charlie around the kitchen after Alastor takes over for her and Lucifer

Sir pentious makes eight different holiday desserts.

Cherri falls asleep cuddling Pentious and several egg bois after dinner while the others watch yet another christmas movie.

Cherri gives Sir Pentious a private gift the day after christmas

Lucifer and Charlie "command" that Alastor dress for the holiday.... He says he hates it, but he feels good being included since he hasn't celebrated many holidays since he arrived in hell

Everyone ends up falling asleep around the parlor as the movie plays, leaving Alastor and Lucifer to clean up since they’re the only ones still up. After picking up wrapping paper and bows, they decide not to wake the others and instead get blankets for them all before finding a place for themselves in the mess of people and falling asleep too.

Charlie wakes up in the middle of the night and takes a picture a picture of everyone sprawled out in the parlor, snoring.

[dayseternal-blog]

hello days! i hope i'm not bothering u. can i pls request for uzumaki fam fluff fic recs? 🥺

i kinda need ☀️fam fluff boost running in my system 🥹🤲

thank u in advance! love lots. i hope u are doing well~ 🤍🍃

Des 💝 I'm sorry this is over a year late. You're probably not in need of this anymore, but -

Sunshine Family Fluff Fics

Ones I can't remember if I've rec'd before:

"Sunshine family" from "Some Type of Love" by @chloelapomme - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. Hinata has to go grocery shopping for their Christmas Eve's diner coming in a couple of weeks. A quick job that won't take too long. Until the rest of the family decides to tag along.

"The Last Stand" from "The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness" by Imanga - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. In a desperate attempt to get themselves out of an uncomfortable situation, Naruto and Hinata risk it all.

"The Ramen Recipe" from "The Little Joys and Sorrows of Everydayness" by Imanga - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto enjoys a Father’s Day morning in bed with his family.

"snug as a bug" by @secrettastemakerland - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Apparently, being afraid of thunder storms was genetic. Luckily for them, Hinata deals with it just fine.

"A Not Surprising Surprise Party" by secrettastemakerland - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. Kawaki comes home from a mission on November 9th, only to find the house unusually quiet...

And the ones I've recommended before:

“Music” from “With You in the Future” by @chloelapomme - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, Series of related one-shots. The benefits of music on babies, but also on couples.

“Strawberry” by @cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto shares popsicles with his son just as Jiraiya did with him.

“Cooking with Dad” by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: I truly believe Naruto can cook.  It’s a personal headcanon of mine that he always had the skill but never bothered to do anything with it from both laziness of twelve years of no one to show it off too. When Himawari and Boruto are born he wears the apron to make their favorites just to see them smile. His favorite little taste testers.

Untitled by cherryjutsu - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Drabble. Prompt: Can I ask prompt? Boruto as a little kid asking his Dad how he lost his arm/how it’s all bandaged up? Thank you!! <3

“Fort Uzumaki” by @itachiboutit - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Family time during a bad thunderstorm.

“missing out” by @flowerslut - Rated T for language, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: Naruto training with himawari and being proud of her.

“Our Whiskers” by @nekomamoru - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Prompt: Whiskers

“for you” by nekomamoru - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. A/N it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t slightly disappointed that Naruto had missed his inauguration but more than anyone, I think Himawari herself would’ve felt a little guilty so this idea popped up and I had to write it down. enjoy!

“The Apple Never Falls Far From the Tree” by @matchaball - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Two-shot. Prompt: From chapter seven of the Konoha Hiden: where Naruto talks to his plants and Hinata presses flowers.

“Pranks” from “Your Hand in Mine” by @spyder-m - Rated G, Canon-Compatible, One-shot. After one too many tricks, Boruto sparks a prank war with his father.

"Day After Day" by spyder-m - Rated T, Canon-Compatible, Series of one-shots. Oneshot series exploring the day to day life of Naruto and Hinata post-The Last. Headcanons about them dating, living together and starting a family.

“To Welcome You” by @eliphya - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Naruto and his children have chores to do before Hinata comes home again. 

“Tickling Cheeks” by eliphya - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Himawari loves her fathers stubble and insists on him never shaving again.

“The Job He Never Wanted” by @alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. The swing was old and rotting. His children have a solution.

“Time Out” by alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Daddy didn’t like oranges. Himawari had a solution.

“Sunshine” by alabasterink-blog - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Himawari decides she wants to be just like her grandma when she grows up.

“Mama’s Boy 2: Like Father Like Son, We Love Her So Much” by basmah-chan - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. In which Boruto needs a little lecture on his hate for his mother’s hair ties, which leads to some father and son bonding time. Their topic to bond over: Hinata.

“Pretend” by @8bittheatrics - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Kids will be kids, and so will some adults.

“Bed Head” by @utsus - Rated T for language, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto and Sasuke are in charge of doing their daughters’ hairstyles for the day. Everything is a struggle.

“Sunflowers” by @myaekingheart - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Naruto teams up with his children to do something special for Hinata for Mother’s Day.

“Ouchimaki” by Tuvstarrs - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. To dress a toddler is an occupational hazard of parenthood that comes with a rather specific set of dangers. Naruto knows this but trying to explain that to your childless friends without sounding like an idiot is a completely different headache.

“his happy ending” by flyingonfeatherlesswings - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), One-shot. Boruto Uzumaki is less than enthused when a film about his father’s heroic deeds is released. He ends up dragged to it despite his protests and learns some upsetting details about his father’s early childhood.

“Mission impossible” by Saku015 - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Hinata goes out to meet her friends, so it is Naruto’s duty to look after his kids for a few hours.

I hope you are doing well, too!!!!

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Nineteen: ⛸️Ice Skating⛸️

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

“Where are we going?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.”

Aiden walked through the forest determinedly, dragging Talon with him, hand in his.

He was taking Talon to some unknown location and though normally Talon would hate that (he wasn’t really someone for surprises - or someone who liked to give up control) he didn’t mind it, because it was Aiden.

Maybe love really changes people.

Further proof for this was that Talon was now in the possession of his very own woolen hat and pair of gloves.

Aiden had shoved him into the local tailor’s shop right after dinner with his family that one day, asking Hazel, the daughter of the shop owner (and another friend of Aiden - he really knew all the townspeople it seems) for a fixture matching his coat and - most importantly - the red scarf.

So here he was now.

Dressed up appropriately for the cold for the first time since he got here and letting someone else take the lead for once.

Halea would be so proud once she’d hear about it.

She had all but screamed into his ear out of excitement when she learned the news.

“I told you! You got your own little Christmas romance! You are never allowed to make fun of me for liking those kind of movies again!”

Talon felt like Halea would hold this story over his head for as long as they lived.

But Talon was okay with it, after all she had to endure all his whining.

He should probably buy her something nice for Christmas, too, as thanks for her trying to calm his father, who was really mad at this point.

Maybe Aiden could help him find one.

“Are we there soon?”

“You sound like Celene again.” Aiden chuckled. “But yes, we should be there any minute.”

He stopped in front of a tree with low-hanging branches. “We’ll just have to get through here to the other side.”

He shoved some branches to the side and held them back like one would a curtain.

“After you.”

Talon raised a brow, but he did what he was told.

As he reached “the other side”, he stood in front of a boardwalk that lead into a lake. A very frozen lake.

It looked really pretty and it was heavenly quiet. No other soul was here.

“Surprise!” Aiden said as he came to stand behind Talon, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” Talon said quietly.

Aiden smiled. Talon couldn’t see it, but he just knew.

“I take that as a yes.”

He let go of Talon and went on ahead, heading down the boardwalk. Talon followed him.

“Have you ever ice skated?” Aiden asked him over his shoulder.

“Forever ago. At an ice rink. But never like this. Isn’t it dangerous?”

Aiden shook his head, laughing.

“Not when the ice is as thick as it is now. It’s safe, trust me, I checked. Do you wanna try it?”

“Of course I want to try it. But I warn you, I’m really bad at it probably.”

Aiden turned around, smiling at him. “Well you’re lucky, I’m quite good at it, so I can help you.”

He got a pair of ice skates out of his bag and held them up. “So let’s give it a try.”

Turns out, Aiden really was good at this. Like, actually good.

Unlike Talon.

Talon moved over the ice with the grace of a toddler learning to walk.

Barely managing to hold himself upright, he slid forward, while Aiden made his rounds around him.

He came to stand next to Talon. “See, you’re figuring it out.”

And just in that moment Talon lost balance.

He would’ve landed on the ice rather inelegant, if Aiden wasn’t there to catch him in his arms in true romance movie manner.

Talon blushed. “Thank you.”

Aiden grinned, helping Talon to stand upright again. “No problem.”

“I don’t think that I’m really good at this.” Aiden laughed. “Maybe not. But you can be, with a little practice. Wait, let us try something.”

He took Talon’s hand. “Here and now let’s move together. Slowly.”

They made their way over the ice of the frozen lake slowly but surely and after a while Talon didn’t waver with every move anymore.

Still holding his hand, Aiden performed a little half-spin so that he skated in front of Talon, backwards.

He grabbed his other hand as well and they kept moving like that, both hands joined and Aiden skating backwards while Talon let him lead him.

“Show-off,” he said.

Aiden smirked. “I just wanted a nicer view.”

While Talon’s head started taking a color similar to his newly acquired hat, Aiden threw his head back and laughed and how he didn’t fall because of that was beyond Talon.

“Why are you so good at this?”

“Because I’ve been doing this every year since I was like three.”

Aiden let go of one of Talon’s hands. With the other one, he tugged Talon’s arm upward and performed a little spin like one would when dancing the waltz.

He smiled at Talon then and Talon smiled back.

“I would kiss you right now, but I’m afraid I’ll make both of us fall then,“ Talon admitted.

“Then maybe we should take a little break.”

That was all the warning Talon got before being pulled to a stop, half an arm length apart from Aiden.

“Think you’ll be able to kiss me like this?”

Talon rolled his eyes at the smug tone in his voice, tugging Aiden closer. “I think I can manage that.”

And so he did.

“Thank you,” Talon whispered after they parted. “This was nice.”

Aiden chuckled. “The kissing?”

A laugh escaped Talon’s lips. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching.

“That too. But I meant your surprise.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Aiden pulled back. “But don’t think we’re done here, I wanna get you to at least do one round on your own.”

Talon pouted. “But I liked it when we were doing it together.”

“Me too, we can do that afterwards. But now get going,” Aiden said, slapping Talon on the back with a little too much force, like a trainer probably would.

Talon laughed. “Yes, sir.”

In the end, their training paid off and Talon actually managed to skate on his own and quite steady at that.

It was nice, though Talon still preferred skating hand in hand with Aiden afterwards.

And the kisses Talon got as a reward for his successfully mastered lesson weren’t that bad either.

[ivannakoopagirl14]

Merry christmas Here's a little Story About what koopa Family Dead for christmas If you want me to do more of these I would be happy too The Koopa Family Christmas

It was a cold and snowy Christmas morning in Koopa Castle, and the warmth of the holiday spirit filled the air. The tree sparkled with colorful lights, and a delicious smell of cinnamon and pine hung in the atmosphere. Bowser stood in the doorway of the grand living room, a proud grin on his face as his children gathered excitedly by the tree, ready for the annual gift exchange.

"Alright, everyone! Time to open your presents!" Bowser called, his voice booming with enthusiasm. The Koopa kids immediately rushed forward, eager to see what surprises the day would bring.

Bowser Jr. was the first to tear into his gift, revealing a deluxe paint set with vibrant, magical colors. His eyes lit up, and he grinned ear to ear. "This is perfect! I can create so many amazing works of art with these!" he said, already picturing his next masterpiece.

Ludwig opened his present next, a rare sheet music book from the Mushroom Kingdom's archives. He flipped through the pages in awe, clearly thrilled. "This is incredible! I can’t wait to play some of these pieces," he said, his passion for music evident in his voice.

Lemmy gleefully unwrapped his gift to reveal a set of neon juggling balls that glowed in the dark. He immediately began juggling them with ease, the glowing colors lighting up the room. "These are so cool! I can’t wait to show everyone my new routine!" he laughed, spinning the balls expertly in the air.

Roy was up next and grinned widely as he opened a custom weightlifting set with Koopa-themed engravings. "This is exactly what I needed to get even stronger!" he said, already imagining his next intense workout session.

Iggy excitedly unwrapped a toolkit full of high-tech parts for his experiments. He examined the gadgets, his eyes filled with excitement. "This will help me create even more amazing machines!" he declared, ready to dive into his latest inventions.

Wendy opened her gift to find a jewelry box encrusted with real gems. "It's stunning," she whispered, admiring the beauty of the box. "This will be perfect for storing my treasures!" she said with a smile, already planning where to place it in her room.

Next was Larry, who opened a present to reveal a tennis ball machine. His face lit up with joy. "This is awesome, Dad! Now I can practice my serves all day long!" he exclaimed, already picturing himself on the tennis court, perfecting his technique.

When it was time for Morton to open his present, he was eager to see what was inside. He unwrapped a cookbook with an enthusiastic smile. His love for food had grown over time, but his cooking attempts had often ended in disaster, with him burning everything he tried to make. "This is perfect!" Morton grinned. "Now I can finally learn how to cook without burning everything down!"

Finally, it was Bowser's turn, and his children eagerly handed him his gift. He unwrapped a black stone mirror—unbreakable and fireproof, just like their mighty father. Bowser smiled as he admired the mirror’s sleek surface. "This is perfect," he said, feeling a sense of pride. "Thank you, everyone."

Once the presents were all opened, the Koopa family spent the rest of the day in their cozy castle, celebrating the holidays together. The snow outside gently fell, but inside, it was warm with laughter and cheer.

Larry spent some time practicing with his new tennis ball machine, hitting perfect shots and imagining himself competing in grand tournaments. Meanwhile, Morton eagerly cracked open his cookbook, trying out a few recipes. He was determined not to burn anything this time, and with a little help from the others, he managed to make a small feast that everyone enjoyed. The Koopalings pitched in to decorate the castle and set up the grand feast, each contributing their own unique touch.

The day was filled with games and joy. Ludwig played a beautiful melody on his piano, while Iggy showed off his latest creation—a small flying robot. Roy entertained everyone with his strength, lifting weights and showing off his muscles.

As the evening came to a close, the Koopa family gathered around the fireplace, sipping hot cocoa and sharing stories. Bowser looked around at his children, proud of the family they had become. It was another unforgettable Christmas, filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of family.

End.

[readerbookclub]

Hello everyone! A new month is coming, which means we're going to start a new book. This time, I've collected a list of books that are all about nature. As always, please remember to vote for your favourite using the link at the end of the post. And now onto the books!

The Overstory, by Richard Powers

The Overstory is a sweeping, impassioned work of activism and resistance that is also a stunning evocation of - and paean to - the natural world. From the roots to the crown and back to the seeds, Richard Powers’s twelfth novel unfolds in concentric rings of interlocking fables that range from antebellum New York to the late twentieth-century Timber Wars of the Pacific Northwest and beyond. There is a world alongside ours—vast, slow, interconnected, resourceful, magnificently inventive, and almost invisible to us. This is the story of a handful of people who learn how to see that world and who are drawn up into its unfolding catastrophe.

Greenwood, by Michael Christie

It's 2034 and Jake Greenwood is a storyteller and a liar, an overqualified tour guide babysitting ultra-rich vacationers in one of the world's last remaining forests.

It's 2008 and Liam Greenwood is a carpenter, fallen from a ladder and sprawled on his broken back, calling out from the concrete floor of an empty mansion.

It's 1974 and Willow Greenwood is out of jail, free after being locked up for one of her endless series of environmental protests: attempts at atonement for the sins of her father's once vast and violent timber empire.

It's 1934 and Everett Greenwood is alone, as usual, in his maple syrup camp squat when he hears the cries of an abandoned infant and gets tangled up in the web of a crime that will cling to his family for decades.

And throughout, there are trees: thrumming a steady, silent pulse beneath Christie's effortless sentences and working as a guiding metaphor for withering, weathering, and survival.

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance, by Ruth Emmie Lang

Orphaned, raised by wolves, and the proud owner of a horned pig named Merlin, Weylyn Grey knew he wasn’t like other people. But when he single-handedly stopped that tornado on a stormy Christmas day in Oklahoma, he realized just how different he actually was.

That tornado was the first of many strange events that seem to follow Weylyn from town to town, although he doesn’t like to take credit. As amazing as these powers may appear, they tend to manifest themselves at inopportune times and places. From freak storms to trees that appear to grow over night, Weylyn’s unique abilities are a curiosity at best and at worst, a danger to himself and the woman he loves. But Mary doesn’t care. Since Weylyn saved her from an angry wolf on her eleventh birthday, she’s known that a relationship with him isn’t without its risks, but as anyone who’s met Weylyn will tell you, once he wanders into your life, you’ll wish he’d never leave.

Beasts of Extraordinary Circumstance tells the story of Weylyn Grey’s life from the perspectives of the people who knew him, loved him, and even a few who thought he was just plain weird. Although he doesn’t stay in any of their lives for long, he leaves each of them with a story to tell. Stories about a boy who lives with wolves, great storms that evaporate into thin air, fireflies that make phosphorescent honey, and a house filled with spider webs and the strange man who inhabits it.

There is one story, however, that Weylyn wishes he could change: his own. But first he has to muster enough courage to knock on Mary’s front door.

The Lost City of Z, by David Grann

After stumbling upon a hidden trove of diaries, New Yorker writer David Grann set out to solve "the greatest exploration mystery of the 20th century": What happened to the British explorer Percy Fawcett & his quest for the Lost City of Z?

In 1925, Fawcett ventured into the Amazon to find an ancient civilization, hoping to make one of the most important discoveries in history. For centuries Europeans believed the world's largest jungle concealed the glittering kingdom of El Dorado. Thousands had died looking for it, leaving many scientists convinced that the Amazon was truly inimical to humans. But Fawcett, whose daring expeditions inspired Conan Doyle's The Lost World, had spent years building his scientific case. Captivating the imagination of millions round the globe, Fawcett embarked with his 21-year-old son, determined to prove that this ancient civilisation--which he dubbed Z--existed. Then his expedition vanished. Fawcett's fate, & the tantalizing clues he left behind about Z, became an obsession for hundreds who followed him into the uncharted wilderness.

For decades scientists & adventurers have searched for evidence of Fawcett's party & the lost City of Z. Countless have perished, been captured by tribes or gone mad. As Grann delved ever deeper into the mystery surrounding Fawcett's quest, & the greater mystery of what lies within the Amazon, he found himself, like the generations who preceded him, being irresistibly drawn into the jungle's green hell. His quest for the truth & discoveries about Fawcett's fate & Z form the heart of this complexly enthralling narrative.

Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingslover

It is summer in the Appalachian mountains and love, desire and attraction are in the air. From her outpost in an isolated mountain cabin, Deanna Wolfe, a reclusive wildlife biologist, watches a den of coyotes. She is caught off guard by a young hunter who invades her most private spaces and interrupts her solitary life.

On a farm several miles down the mountain, Lusa Maluf Landowski, a bookish city girl turned farmer's wife, finds herself marooned in a strange place where she must declare or lose her attachment to the land that has become her own. And a few more miles down the road, a pair of elderly feuding neighbours tend their respective farms and wrangle about God, pesticides, and the possibilities of a future neither of them expected. Over the course of one humid summer, these characters find their connections of love to one another and to the surrounding nature with which they share a place.

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Batman and Robin Adventures (vol. 1) #3: A Christmas Riddle

Read Date: October 19, 2023 Cover Date: January 1996 ● Writer: Paul Dini ● Penciler: Ty Templeton ● Inker: Rick Burchett ● Colorist: Linda Medley ● Letterer: Tim Harkins ● Editor: Darren Vincenzo ◦ Scott Peterson ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers (👏=didn't like it, 👏👏=it was ok, 👏👏👏=I liked it, 👏👏👏👏=I really liked it!, 👏👏👏👏👏=I loved it!)

Reactions As I Read: ● Riddler using deductive reasoning to try to figure out Batman's identity… I like it ^_^

● Riddler just made me lose the game… ● that was fun! felt like I was reading an episode of B:TAS ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: The Peregrinator Club's annual Christmas dinner is hijacked by the Riddler, who (broadcast by a captive Summer Gleeson) claims to have found Batman and Robin among one of the club's families. Batman dismisses this as a bluff, as his father was the last Wayne to have been a Peregrinator; nevertheless, Riddler's gang holds dozens of Gotham's rich and elite hostage, with few reservations about cold-blooded murder.

While the Riddler tauntingly interrogates several of his hostages, the Dynamic Duo slip through the club's backdoor, and find several of Riddler's men looting the antique hall. Quickly, Batman realizes these antiques had been Riddler's goal all along; all the focus on the club's families had merely been a veiled reference to Los Dos Hermanos, a pair of priceless Mayan idols. After the looters have been subdued, Batman takes one of the idols and uses it to divert the Riddler, allowing Robin to free the hostages.

Defiant, the Riddler sets off his last recourse - firebombs hidden among the club's many Christmas trees. This forces Batman, Robin, and the police to focus on evacuating the club, while Riddler disguises himself as a riot officer and slips away with the idols. However, the evacuation finishes faster than anticipated, and the Dynamic Duo quickly overtake his getaway vehicle, ultimately forcing it off the road and into a pond.

After the Riddler is apprehended, and the idols restored, Bruce Wayne makes a large donation to the club's reconstruction. Though he maintains a disinterest in joining, he also remains devoted to the memory of his late father - doctor, philanthropist, and proud Peregrinator to the last.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Batman_and_Robin_Adventures_Vol_1_3)

Fan Art: Riddle Me This by AkiMao

Accompanying Podcast: ● Overlooked Dark Knight - episode 15

[simmerstories720]

The Decades Challenge ~ 1928-end of 1929 (Part 1)

A HUGE UPDATE. As much as it pains me, I need to wrap up some individual stories (at least until I can find a way for them to return). As the heir, Edward needs to be the focus for the next chapter of this story. Florence will return one day, but for now she is incognito. Edward is now the patriarch of this family as we enter the 1930s. This is why I never do challenges like this often, I get so attached to these sims.

I am going to take a small 1-2 week break from the Decades Challenge, since I want to tell Breena's story in full before the end of October. She will get her family, but with Occult sims.

Warning: elder death

It is now 1928, and Donald and Teddy the collie are inseparable. Teddy is constantly by his little mater's side.

Teddy is even present during bath time. Hazel has adapted to Donald's limited hearing/deafness, and it has become easier to understand his needs and wants even if he cannot verbalize them well. With Mabel off the school most of the time, these three have grown close in the last year.

This is not to say Teddy has not been beneficial to Mabel as well. A dog is a good listener, but it has helped Mabel's ADHD tendencies to never stop talking about this or that. Mabel has learned to have fun without constantly needing to speak to someone by playing with Teddy when she gets home from school.

In late 1928, a few weeks before Christmas time, Breena is surprised to get an unexpected visit from her young niece. She warmly invites her inside the house and asks what she wanted to discuss.

Mabel tells Breena that her parents are hosting Christmas this year, and wanted to ask Breena if she would come. Edward and Breena have not spoken much since his outburst last year, and wants to make amends. Mabel has overheard her parents discuss this, and took it upon herself to personally invite her aunt to Christmas.

Truthfully, Breena had forgiven her brother for months, but was still unsure if any lingering feelings were shared between her brother. Breena tells Mabel that she would be happy to accompany her parents to Christmas.

Emmet and Ida have continued life as they always have in their quiet little cottage. Emmet tends his crops during the day, and Ida maintains the house.

Without little children, they have enjoyed much more intimate time together over these past years. Emmet still asks Ida if she will kiss him under the mistletoe, as if they were newlyweds.

Emmet has actually become much more romantic towards his wife in his elder years. He initiates a lot of physical affection, which always makes Ida giggle like a school girl.

Ida has become an avid painter in her golden years. She has become an Art Lover, and loves the creative outlet that she had little time for in her younger years.

It is hours away from Christmas dinner 1928, and Edward lays down the law for Teddy. No jumping, no begging for food, and no playing rough. He is hoping this last minute training session pays off with company coming over soon!

Emmet watches his grandson play like any other child his age, and he knows deep in his heart that Donald will accomplish great things in life no matter who or what tries to hold him back.

While Emmet has never been as warm to Hazel as his wife, Emmet lets her know that he is proud of her family and he is glad that Donnie met her. Hazel does not expect this admission from her father-in-law, but tells him she is glad she feel in love with his sons too.

Mabel and Caterina explaining, in depth, how to properly decorate the tree to Florence. Florence looks unimpressed, but this might be because her husband Albert has been dealing with more dangerous work assignments as of late.

Emmet and Ida sharing a nice moment, overlooking their family during this special time of year.

Hazel cooked a grand meal of Ham, mashed potatoes and stuffing. Family members are in and out of the kitchen during the evening, especially the toddlers who can't seem to sit still.

Breena is enchanted by her nephew. She senses something special behind his eyes, and knows he has a touch of magic in him, like she does. This unawaken 6th sense will be useful to him in his life. Breena keeps this information to herself, as his parents have enough to worry about with their son at the moment.

Ida and Florence crack jokes in the kitchen as Alice listens in, acting like a grown up even if some of the adult subject matter goes over her head. Everyone says their goodbyes, and trickles out of the house around midnight.

Teddy regularly sleeps in Donald's room, and this night is no different.

Except, something is different to Teddy. He wakes up at an odd hour when everyone is fast asleep, always as if he sense someone.

Teddy goes to the window overlooking the backyard in his owner's room, and just sits there....waiting.

Teddy glances at his owners to see if they are awake, but they are fast asleep, tired from the festivities. Teddy stays vigilant the entire night, never leaving his masters' sides.

Something is indeed wrong about tonight, as Grim is back. He is overdue for someone in the Kennedy house, and he is counting down the remaining hours.

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter 18: Happy Christmas?

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Phil reminisces on what used to be, and hopes for what could be.

This chapter was written by me.

“So, Phil. Why the FUCK are we doing this again?” Tommy shivered in his spot despite the fluffy parka wrapped around him. Phil couldn’t blame him too much, though. The kid was practically skin and bones.

“Tom, I’ve told you that if you want to go back inside that it’s okay. I can decorate the tree myself.” Part of Phil almost wanted Tommy to go back inside; the kid was ruining the tree with how he haphazardly tossed ornaments on, not caring about the look of it. Although he should’ve expected it, what with Tommy picking out a tree made of twigs.

“No! I’m staying out here. I’m not going to back down just because a little snow decided to show up on the day that we’re decorating this tree! Just…why did we have to do it today, man?” Phil wasn’t surprised with Tommy’s demeanor, it was just like him. It was also just like him to make a present for his prized duck, and not Phil.

Phil wasn’t jealous of the flower scarf that Tommy made for Quackers, but he did find it sweet how the boy cared so much for a duck. (Tommy did not find it sweet and proceeded to yell at the older man for thinking he could even have such strong emotions for an animal). Nonetheless, Phil was somewhat proud of his son-like figure. Maybe one day they could truly be like father and son. Phil had always felt so protective over the boy despite Tommy’s struggle with being family-oriented (Though, Phil has a theory that it’s quite the opposite), the older man had hoped that they could do better once this exile thing settles down. Until then, he’ll be sure that Tommy knows someone is waiting for him on the other side.

“Y’know what, mate? We’ll take a break. Besides, we could use a bit of relaxation.” Setting down their decorations, Tommy let out a heavy sigh of relief before rushing to follow Phil back to the hut.

“Ayy, did you amigos say relaxation? I might know something about that, man.”

Who the fuck is that?!

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[maisie-morris]

Maisie Morris: Biography

Maisie was born on May 4th 2001 in New Bellevoux to Brad Morris and Elizabeth Johnson. Baby Maisie hadn't been in this world very long before her mother walked out on her dad. Maisie went from a baby who only for forms of communication to screaming her head off. It was as though she was grieving her moms absence.

On her fourth Birthday she had a star wars themed party as an ode to the famous franchise. As an adult she doesn't mind the puns or jokes that might come her way due to what day she was born on.

For Mothers day her Kindergarten teacher had the students make cards. It did make Maisie said she was missing that aspect in her life, however Maisie decided to turn it into a positive day and celebrate the women who were in her life. She was very excited to give her grandmother and aunt a card. From that year on the tradition continued.

She was a smart kid and quickly picked up on the fact her father was younger than her classmates parents. Maisie was proud to see how hard her dad was working to accomplish his dreams on becoming doctor. Also seeing how much stress he was under she made sure she was always on her best behavior.

Little Maisie enjoyed going to her grandfathers practice. There she got to experience what her grandpa did for a living and what her father was also inspiring to be. When she would get home from her visits you could find her playing doctor with her very own practice.

In school Maisie would always look forward to art class. She loved painting. For Christmas she asked Santa for a painting set and was over the moon when she saw it under the tree Christmas morning. To this day Maisie loves drawing and painting.

Maisie tends to put others before herself especially the loved ones in her life. One school day Maisie wasn't feeling well and kept it to herself. Her dad had an important exam and she did not want him to miss it because of her. After all the things her dad had done for her she could sit in her classroom for a little bit longer. As the school day went on Maisie's stomach bug continued to get worse and ended up getting sick on her teachers shoes.

Was conflicted in what career path she wanted to pursue. On one hand she loved art, but on the other she wanted to help people for a living. In the end she didn't want to be the Morris who didn't go to medical school.

The summer of her freshman year of college Maisie was making her grandmother a scrap book for her birthday. While looking through old pictures she had found one of her mother. Quickly noticing how much she resembled the stranger in the photo she stopped what she was doing and went straight to the store for some hair dye. Since then she has been dying her hair a deep red.

Currently she's a medical student trying to juggle school, family and her personal life.

[denimbex1986]

Death, taxes and grief – perhaps the only universal experiences in this world. “All of Us Strangers” follows Adam, played by Andrew Scott, who is a screenwriter in his mid-40s living in London and has spent the majority of his life coming to terms with the loss of his mother and father, who died in a car crash when he was a preteen. When he visits his childhood home for the first time since the accident, he finds the ghosts of his parents, played by Claire Foy and Jamie Bell, frozen in time as they were before the tragedy.

Adam is given the chance to get to know his parents as an adult and make up for the time that he lost with them. He has a drink with his parents on the first night that he returns to the house in celebration of the impossible situation as they tell him they are proud that he is doing well for himself. At the same time in his life, Adam begins a relationship with Harry, portrayed by Paul Mescal, one of the only other tenants in his apartment building.

Rather than following a linear story, the film has a hazy feel about it that leaves some parts of the timeline up to the viewer’s interpretation. It is almost as if you are experiencing it as a dream rather than in a movie theater. The soft angles, bright colors and creative overhead shots contribute to this feeling. The movie draws on feelings of nostalgia, and, along with the music and costumes used, director Andrew Haigh accomplishes this by using his own childhood home as a prop, using it to shoot Adam’s scenes with his parents.

Scott and Mescal have exciting chemistry, and their characters serve as foils for each other. Adam is reserved and quiet and carries trauma from experiencing the AIDS crisis as a child who was just discovering that he was gay at the time. Harry, on the other hand, is an outgoing, physically affectionate younger man who, despite his unreserved exterior, grapples with feeling like an outsider in his family due to his sexuality. As Adam gets the closure with his parents that he’s been craving for decades, he’s slowly able to open himself up to a real relationship with Harry. And by finally experiencing love in one form, he is able to accept it in another.

While Adam and Harry’s relationship has been the movie’s selling point, the story of familial love takes center stage. The idea of a 46-year-old man reverting to his childhood self when he’s around his parents for the first time in years may sound strange, but the vulnerability and pensiveness that Scott brings to the role sells it and makes scenes, like decorating a Christmas tree with his parents and breaking down while talking to his dad, seem not only appropriate but also necessary.

Adam’s mother and father are parents of a past time. They struggle to make sense of their son’s life but do their best to understand. When Adam tells his mom that he’s gay, she responds negatively, citing the societal discrimination that she assumes he faces and the AIDS crisis that she does not realize is now under control. Adam reassures her that he lives in a more accepting world than the one she knew, but the struggles that still come with being gay are alluded to. This scene may hit home for a lot of queer people; while parents don’t always mean harm, they may respond with the viewpoints they formed when they were young, and I felt a familiar pang in my chest as I watched this scene in the theater. How many of us heard a similar version of Adam’s mom worriedly responding with, “They say it’s a very lonely kind of life,” after he comes out to her?

At its core, “All of Us Strangers” is a testament to love’s ability and will to transcend even death. The heartbreaking beauty of the film will shatter viewers in a strange way that almost feels comforting. It just punched you in the gut, but then gets you an ice pack and tells you to lay down for a bit, leaving the taste of bittersweet catharsis in your mouth.'

[mango-bango-bby]

can I order Yandere!Keigo decorating the house for Christmas with his sweetheart and son (🧊)?

♡ After Work ♡

(A/N: I have such intense baby fever right now like all I want is to write domestic fics 😓😓 After my holiday event I wanna write a bunch of domestic fiscal because I need a baby with my fav characters 💞💞💞💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, kids, just fluff 💖

Summary: You, Keigo, and your son decorate the Christmas tree (Yan!Hawks x GN!reader *reader is referred to as ‘mommy’ by the kids though*)

Holiday Event ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Hayato loved Christmas, he had been begging you and Keigo to decorate for Christmas since October. You two waited until at least the middle of November to decorate. He loved Christmas, he loved presents, the tree, the lights. He just loved everything. Of course that was expected, every kid loves Christmas after all.

“Baby, you need to be careful with the ornaments” you say concerned as you watch your son run around with a bunch of ornaments in his hands trying to decorate the tree.

Although only the bottom current had anything on it as that’s all he could reach with out flying, which you and Keigo banned you from flying with out one of you near him to catch him if he fell.

“I am, mommy, don’t worry!” Hayato chirps happily, running around the tree to try and find a place to put the next ornament. You had let him pick out a couple ornaments of whatever he wanted, luckily his father was a pro-hero so there was no shortage of ornaments of him which Hayato absolutely loved as he would gladly take any merch he could of Keigo.

“I’m home~” Keigo songs as you walk in through the balcony door, often flying back to the penthouse you all lived in. “Hi” you smile back, getting up for a moment to hug him although he pulls you into a kiss. “I’m decorating the tree!” Hayato says loudly, he’s very proud of that.

“Without me?” Keigo fake pouts. “Only the bottom parts of the tree, we waited to decorate the rest with you” You say gesturing over to the tree which looked almost ridiculous because there were only ornaments where your four year old son could reach.

“Papa, can I please fly to put the star on, please!” Hayato begs, you had told him that he had to wait until his father got home because you know that he would want to see that.

“You can, bud, just be careful ok?” Keigo says, watching Hayato beginning to try and fly. He was born with his quirk but he still had a bit of trouble flying, only being able to get a few feet off of the ground.

Hayato flaps his little wings as fast as he could beginning to get an inch or two off of the ground. You had him the star for the tree, Keigo keeping his hand near Hayato as he flew to catch him if he perhaps fell.

Eventually he finally reaches the top, setting the star up in the top. Keigo helps him get down as he could fly up but still couldn’t figure out how to get down. You clap for him, watching him smile at how proud you seem of him.

You loved the holidays with your family.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 22

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary = TIME JUMP - After having a very blissful, happy two years with the most notorious gangster in Birmingham, things don’t go as smoothly after Ada losing her husband to pestilence. 

Warnings = Language, Gang Activity, Sexual Relations, Murder, Violence, Religion, Grammar, Bombings, Death 

Word Count = 2464

Note = Remember guys I have included a time jump but have filled in the most important parts of the relationship over the period to keep the story moving along nicely. Don’t be mad at me. I have ideas.... Also Happy New Year. I hope 2023 is everything you all wish for and more. Let’s start the new year with a bang... 

It had been a few months since I had moved into my apartment and it couldn’t have been better. My mother had a face of disgust when I told my father the following day at work that the Shelby brother’s helped me find a place to call my own. It was like she wanted me to fail, move back home and prove she was right. Yet, I managed to do the opposite much to her dismay.

My father was shocked at the news, but happy gifting me a wooden horse his mother, my late grandmother had gifted him for his first place, our family home just next door. It was an omen of goodness, she believed. 

With Christmas came a lot of emotion. It was my first Christmas without the family I was raised with. My mother made plans to go to her mother’s home at Artillery street with my father. James went to Martha’s family home for dinner, spending time with her family before coming to spend the evening with me at the Shelby Household, something I didn’t expect but absolutely loved.

 During his visit, Arthur had apologised claiming that if he could of predicated the future and my involvement with his family he wouldn’t have beaten him to a pulp. James was quick to remind the eldest Shelby however that had it not occurred, our paths may not have ever crossed.

 A thought I didn’t even want to consider as I sat next to Tommy, hand on his knee watching John’s and Ada’s little ones fight over the presents under the tree.

The day spent with the Shelby’s was a lot more family orientated than my previous Christmases at home. The booze was shared along with countless stories. Arthur, the main story teller told me countless embarrassing stories of a much younger Tommy much to his brother’s dismay before joining the children on the floor, fulfilling the part of doting uncle. 

Tommy had waited until we were home, away from everyone before giving me a present. A beautiful flower shaped pendant, necklace that rested beautifully across my neck. The chain white gold, with a round solid diamond in the middle surrounded with white golden petals.

 The piece was simply exquisite, taking my breathe away. Tommy had maintained eye contact through the mirror as he placed the piece around my neck, his hands resting on my shoulders as he watched my reaction. 

A proud smile finding his face as I choked back on the tears, It was the most beautiful idea I had ever owned.

The following day, my father arrived in the morning to my apartment with a set of the finest leather gloves he had gotten from London, gifting them to Tommy. At first claiming it was for the cold snap we were experiencing but quickly added it was for taking such good care of me when he wasn’t able to. 

The months following Christmas, Tommy had moved in with me. It was never spoken about, it just happened. He spent every evening there with me, I woke with him next to me every morning. Not before long his clothes were hanging in my wardrobe and his toothbrush next to mine in the bathroom and it just felt right.

We had spent months building our relationship to a level of trust where I was now expected to sit in on their family meetings. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, when a meeting was called, Tommy was sure to find me demanding my presence. 

It wasn’t just the family meetings he was including me in however, it was everything. Whether it be business or personal, I became his favourite, smiling accessory perched happily right by his side. 

Everyone was to know that I was Thomas Shelby’s woman.

A year into our relationship, my heart swelled with pride when he opened his first official office for Shelby Company Limited. It was his place of business, it was also the best place to find Thomas Shelby with his head buried in his work, always planning for the future. 

The happiness and celebrations of successes was soon cut short when Tommy’s friend, Ada’s husband, Freddie Thorne grew ill before passing shortly after because of pestilence leaving Ada a widow at such a young age. 

I had never witnessed someone handle death with such grace, such valour as I had with Ada. I couldn’t help but look up to the woman who held such a great deal of pain inside, but refused to let the world see it.

Leaving the church just behind the grieving widow, one of Tommy’s men, a new boy by the name of Henrick whispered a message in my ear, ‘that my brother required my help urgently at the Garrison.’  His head nodding over towards a woman, who was unfamiliar. Her red hair reached just above her shoulders, an impatient look on her face as she looked at me, just waiting for me to leave.

 Ada, overhearing the conversation insisted that I leave. She convinced me that it must have been of great importance as my brother knew where I was today.

 Nodding, I asked the young man Henrick for a ride back into town which he was only to happy to help, anything to appease Tommy who had wanted to come with me but I refused. He needed to be here for his sister and also say the words he had prepared over Freddie’s grave, like promised when in France. 

When I arrived at the bar it was locked which wasn’t unusual for this time of day but surely if my brother needed me as urgently as his note had suggested, it should be open. Hearing the click of the lock Harry appeared, confusion evident on his face as he allowed me inside.

“Hello Harry, Is James around?” I asked walking further into the entrance so that I was stood in the middle, looking around me for any other sign that my brother was hiding in one of the back rooms, or bathrooms maybe. 

“No love. Only me here did he say he was meeting you here?”

“Yeah, Henrick gave me the message, he told me to come here as it was urgent.” I nod walking further over to the back doors an uneasy feeling falling over me as I watched Harry redo the lock to keep anyone else out of the bar

 “Sorry love, no one’s been in or out all morning” He explained, standing in front of the double doors with his hands on his hips.

 It had all happened so fast, I barely had time to register the bright orange, yellow light behind Harry when a loud bang had me closing my eyes. Instinctively my hands flew up to my head, burrowing away from the noise when I felt myself being pushed back against the back wall with such a force it had knocked the wind from my lungs.

Blinking my eyes a few times, causing dust to fall into them, groaning I lifted my hands to rub it away when a strange redness coating my hands distracted me. I tried to sit up but there was something heavy holding down my legs, groaning I tried to push the thing off so I could sit properly.

 Using all my strength, the object fell away, making a loud thud next to me as I looked around. Everything was covered with a black fog and there was an obnoxious ringing in my ears. Pushing my hand against the wall behind me, I pushed myself up with great difficulty, hissing at the pain that was coursing through every inch of my body.

“Harry?” I coughed out, stumbling forward only to be saved by an pillar in front of me. Nothing. I heard nothing. Leaning against the pillar, I evaluated the scene around me, tears welled in my eyes when I had made the connection. 

Someone had bombed the Garrison with us inside. 

I tried to move forward again only I tripped over some broken furniture falling to my knees. “Harry?” I tried again, hoping, praying that he wasn’t too badly injured as I crawled along the floor, looking for a way out.

 “Ana? Ana?” I heard the voice of my brother calling for me. Sitting back on my knees I tried to pinpoint which direction it was coming from but couldn’t, the ringing in my ears not allowing it, 

 “James?” I called back with a cough. I looked around for him desperately crawling towards where I thought the front of the bar should be but the black smoke had yet to dissipate making everything harder. 

No doubt word was spreading fast that someone had targeted the Peaky Blinder bar. It was only a matter of time before Tommy himself arrived to such destruction, I just hoped I was out of here when that happened. 

 “Ana, where are you?” I heard him call the ringing not subsiding. Lifting my hand, I put my finger inside my ear, shaking it to try and get a reprieve “Ana, I see you. Keep coming this way” I heard him instruct, nodding to myself I began to crawl forward, telling myself that this would soon be over.

Blinking away some more dust, I tried my hardest not to cough as I continued to move forward, my hand slipping on something soft with a squishy texture causing me to slip, my face hitting off a broken piece of cement when I landed.

“Shit Ana” Wincing at the pain, I felt a hand on my face, smoothing my cheek.  “It’s me Ana, it’s me let’s get you out of here” I was sure James was shouting but it sounded more like a whisper as he pulled me up, tugging on my hands, willing me to move with him.

“LOOK OUT” Someone on the outside yelled but just as the words left his mouth, the two pillars at the front holding the ceiling had collapsed, an almighty noise echoed through the street as I screamed, tucking my head into my chest, praying it would protect me.

Grimacing I felt a throbbing pain at the back of my head, my eyes were now struggling to remain open as I lay, waiting for death to take me. I no longer felt connected to James as the onslaught of rubble continuing to fall around us.

My mind going straight to Tommy, I hoped he wouldn’t be the one to find me. I wondered if he would be alright, would he find someone else? 

The thought brought tears to my eyes, I wasn’t ready to leave him. We had so much more to do together. He had an empire to build, with me, his Queen by his side. We were suppose to get married, have kids and start our own traditions. 

I thought back to our first Christmas together according to Polly it was the happiest she had seen him, she could only remember him smiling so widely and laughing so much when he was an young innocent child, long before the war.

“Stace, Stace” A familiar voice pulled me from my thoughts, blinking steadily I tried to lift my head without success. “Stace, it’s me Tommy. Let me hear you. Where are you?” He tried his voice sounded frantic, no doubt he was surveying the place for any sign of movement.

 Clearly my throat, I tried to speak but the words got lost. Breathing heavily I tried again, a low groan coming from my lips but it was enough. “Tommy” I managed to squeak, the words burning in my throat like I had just drunk a full bottle of vodka in one sitting. “Tommy” I tried again the words coming out a little louder.

“Jesus Stace, it’s alright, you’re alright, I’m here.” Tommy silhouette came into my blurred vision. A shadow of his hand reaching forward, before I felt his finger gently grazing the side of my face. “Arthur she’s here. ARTHUR.”

“Tommy” I speak again, an almighty feeling of pressure pushing against the side of my head, coughing I closed my eyes, the pain becoming too much to bear as I lay here. 

“I’m here Stace, we are going to get you out.” He hushed, gently stroking the side of my face. 

I felt myself go into a panic when I realised he wasn’t trying to get me out. I went to move but couldn’t. Everything felt, either numb or heavy, nothing felt right. Tears began to fill my eyes again as I wiggled as best I could to move.

 “Tommy, pull me out” I pleaded, my eyes burning from the mixture of dust and tears. 

 “I’m trying Stace. I’m trying” I heard him breathe, the sound of concrete hitting more concrete filling my ears. It didn’t feel like he was trying. 

 “Pull me out Tommy, pull me out, PULL ME OUT” I screamed the tears falling freely from my eyes. A feeling of pure desperation overwhelming me to feel anything. 

“Tommy she is panicking she has to remain still.” I heard a female voice shout to the man I loved, bringing his attention back to me. 

“Stace, calm down I need you to calm down for me” He hushed with a pleading tone, his finger caressing the side of my face again but it wasn’t working, not like it had before, 

“I’m not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out.” My voice sounding foreign to me as I lay in between what I assumed was broken ceiling and floor, Tommy’s face becoming clear to me, his blue eyes shinning like sapphires throughout the darkness that had surrounded us. “Tommy please, please get me out.” 

 “Tommy calm her down” The woman insisted from Tommy, the voice was familiar but I couldn’t see her. 

 “I’M TRYING” He yells back, an arm coming up to his face to wipe away the tears falling from his eyes. He was crying. 

I stopped screaming, stopped moving when I noticed his pain. I felt like my heart was breaking in my chest at the thought of him before upset. 

He didn’t deserve this. 

“Tommy get back, back” Arthur’s gruff voice sounded almost quiet as I felt my eye growing heavy. I just about made out his silhouette as he approached, his arms outstretched as he pushed Tommy away from me. 

“Ana stay with us, it’s John stay with us” Another silhouette appeared from above me, a white light around him, maybe he was an angel. 

“Tommy move” Arthur demanded as my eyes felt too heavy within seconds, they were fluttering shut. Once closed the ringing in my ears had stopped, the background noise soon faded into nothing.

I imagined myself staring into Tommy’s sapphire blue eyes as I slipped into the darkness.

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【Draco Malfoy】 The Boy On The Apple Tree

*i am back and ready to attack

*can’t believe my first HP fic is about him smh

*i was gonna write more but then my motivation was like nah so i just stopped there

You met Draco Malfoy during mid-august, when the green apples on your apple tree were slowly growing ripe.

You two were still kids back then, about eleven years old. Your mansions were right next to each other, and he saw the apples on your tree.

The blond boy carefully climbed up the tall tree, but never noticed you watching him from your window. As he was finally about to reach his first apple, he saw you. Who was staring at him with great curiosity.

Startled, he lost his grip on the branch, you grabbed onto the back of his collar at the last second, saving the young master from the Malfoy family from breaking a bone.

“Why were you staring at me like that?! You almost made me fall! My father will hear about this!!” He yelled.

“You’re the one who climbed on my apple tree.” You tilted your head, confused on why he was blaming you.

The boy’s pale face then turned red from anger and embarrassment. “You…!”

“Were you hoping to find some apples here to eat?” You asked, picking off the nearest apple by your hand, “This tree grew well, it’s a shame that it only produces sour, green apples.” You handed him the apple.

Draco took a large bite, his face immediately scrunched up at the sourness, but it seems like he doesn’t want to admit how sour the apple is. “It’s not sour at all.” He said, “But you, why are you staring out the window anyways?”

“What else should I do other than staring out the windows?” You sighed.

“Maybe you should be in Diagon Alley to buy your supplies for the upcoming school year! You’re eleven, right?”

“How did you know?” You were quite shocked.

“I guessed.” He seems to be proud of himself.

You were left speechless, and after a while, you sighed again, “I’m not going to Hogwarts…”

“Oh… WHAT?!” He shouted, “What do you mean? Did you not get the acceptance letter? You’re not a squib, are you?”

You shook your head, “I have health problems, I can’t go. I can barely walk out of my house, I mean, I can, but my house-elf wouldn’t let me, upon my parent’s orders.”

“That’s awful.” He frowned, picking another apple and handing it to you, as if trying to comfort you. “I’ll tell my father about this.”

You chuckled at his childish words, taking a bite of the apple. Sourness spread in your mouth, and you scrunched up your face, just like he did.

Time was like a monster with wings, the month flew by, faster than it normally was.

Draco would often climb your apple tree, taking a few apples every time he comes, and he no longer scrunch up his face while eating them.

You allowed him to take as many apples as he liked, but in return, he would have to talk to you for an hour each apple. It was a deal.

When September came, it was time for him to leave and start school. You hoped for him to find more friends, whereas you, you will be sitting in your room, doing homeschool.

The apples on your tree rotted and fell off the branch one by one. Then the first snow of the year came… and then it was Christmas… then it was spring… and finally, summer.

The second day Draco returned from Hogwarts, he climbed up your tree again.

“Good morning, Draco.” You smiled at him, opening your windows.

“Excited to see me?” Says the excited one.

“Sorry, the apples aren’t ripe yet…” You apologized, looking at the small, whitish-green fruits that’s growing on the tree.

“That’s not important right now! I have to tell you everything that happened this year.” The immature boy shushed you and sat up straighter than before.

From there on, he started his story, and it continued until it was lunch time.

“Do you want to stay for lunch? I can tell my house-elf to make you some.” You suggested.

“I can’t,” He says, “My father will kill me if I don’t return for any of the meals without telling him beforehand.”

“That’s too bad, but take this.” You took the basket of cookies that was on your nightstand, prepared just for him, “I baked it on my own and put a spell on it so it won’t get soggy that fast. Hopefully you’ll enjoy them.”

He looked at the basket and put it on your windowsill before climbing down the tree. You looked down in disappointment, does he not like cookies? Just as you were about to take it away, you heard him clear his throat.

“Wingardium leviosa.” He pointed his wand at the basket, and it floated down towards him.

You chuckled, “Stop trying to show off.”

“I can teach you if you’d like. If you ask nicely, of course.” The boy raised his head high.

And then from that day and on, Draco would come over and teach you everything he learned as a first-year in Hogwarts.

It was very hot that summer, just like the young boy’s fiery heart.

A few years went by, and everything remained the same, or at least it seems like everything’s the same.

A lot of the spells you know were taught by Draco, and you would always listen to his amazing stories at Hogwarts, it goes on for hours. He still sat on that branch of the apple tree, and you still sat by the window.

Under the dusk, both of your faces are a bit red. Is it because of the sunset? Or was it because of the seed called love budding inside your hearts?

The first time he came inside your room was when you were fifteen. He had gotten back from school again, and he came to find you like he always does.

“Did you know, we had a school ball this year.” He said, “We also had this tournament, but that’s not what's important right now. I mean, will you dance with me? I didn’t bring any music but will you? I wished you were there, so you could be my dance partner, but you weren’t, so mind if we dance now?” He asked, speaking a bit fast.

“I don’t know how to dance, Draco.” You said, but still moved away so he can come in.

“It doesn’t matter, I can teach you.” He replied, jumping into your window.

Then you realized how tall he was, almost a head taller than you. He put your left hand on his shoulder and held on to your right hand and waist, telling you instructions on how to move your feet. You could smell the scent of green apples on him when you two danced the night away. He didn’t bring any music, but at least you knew a few spells that would make the violin in your room play on its own.

It was your first dance you ever danced in your life, also taking your first kiss away, along with his. The moon watched over you two, it wasn’t as bright as the sun, but at this moment, it only shines on you and him.

After that year, Draco barely comes back anymore. Sure, he would write letters, but he always asks for you to never write back. You didn’t know what happened, but looking at the dark mist engulfing the Malfoy mansion, you knew whatever is happening can’t be good.

You didn’t bother to try to find him, because your body is weak, and if something really happened, you would only be a burden to him. The only thing you could do is pray for him to be safe.

And he was, sort of. It was midnight when he came knocking on your window again. He was full of dirt and bruises, he looks like he aged a lot, he looks tired.

“What happened, Draco?” You asked softly.

He didn’t speak for a while, but instead he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You suddenly feel a wet sensation. You didn’t say anything either, hugging him back and comforting him.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… He was back, I had to…” He cried.

“There’s no need to be sorry, Draco.” You said.

“Please, love me.”

“I love you still, I always do.”

[mytalemyworld]

Mhmmm, in the movie the female character said “I was very young when I lost my mother...I lost my father one year ago as well." Then camera turned to them. She spoke to him so seriously and her voice was full of emotions. It's like she couldn't find any words strong enough to describe how glad she is to have him.

It reminded me of this scene again. Sigh.

He makes her life easier and happier. She knows it and it's him who she exactly needs in this life. I know family is also important but let me say this without meaning malice. Ömer is kinda someone who tires people out. Pessimistic, angry, always complaining and makes you stressful with his panic and agressive nature. I am not saying Ömer is bad, he has serious problems and I love their twins bond. I always enjoy watching their scenes but truth is truth. Asiye needs someone who spirits her up, makes her forget sorrowful moments and feel her like she is never alone, also reminds her that she is a teenager too.

The movie they were watching made it clear. I am for once surprised by this subtlety of the show. Lol. It's a nice change.

And also let me say OMG. Because he said "I am glad you chose me. Thanks to you I am the happiest man of the world." The writers never forget and let us forget what kind of man he was and how he tried to be worthy of her love. He still remembers it too. This is just so heartwarming and makes me emotional. He is peaceful too when he is with her. Like this is not one-sided. She is also what he needs. He is proud of the man he became. His feelings for her makes his life more joyful and meaningful. So simply put but all these words weigh a lot.

Also knowing even the little things about your lover is not superficial. They have been always like this.

Remember this flashback...She even knows how he walks when he gets angry, Süsen can't even imagine the level of adoration these two has for each other.

If you love someone, you know what makes them happy, what posture they have when they get angry, what their tendency to do is when they are stressful... Because everything about them seems interesting to you and you kinda memorize every little detail without noticing, this becomes kinda second nature to you. Sometimes you don't even need to ask, you just learn it within the process.

For example you know if they are a morning person or not, they like cold weather or not, they prefer tea with sugar or not... 

Some bits that I can't stay silent about...

I found this so funny. Doruk was not in the lab and the writers satisfied our curiosity about his whereabouts because it's so unrealistic and unusual that he wan't glued to Asiye at that moment. Like, this was the only occasion he could sit with her. Lololol.

I thought she wore a bunny costume then I remembered this is an Atv drama and a few second later they made it clear that it was an elephant. Weird.

I mean, was it really not a costume party? I thought he was cosplaying James Dean.

He lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw her.

Okay, if Nebahat had warned her out of concern (like there is blood between them.) I would have understood it. But she is like you two will end up breaking up because you guys live in different worlds. Meh. But the intersting thing is that she tried to explain how she and Doruk have a good relationship, how their dreams are compatible. Also the fact that her voice became unstable and shaky killed me, sometimes she can't understand how people can be this cruel... Even after all she has seen... I think she got upset immediately because Doruk is her soft point, even though he makes her stronger in other aspects, he also gave her a new weakness. He is the weakness.

I am gonna end this post with this view. The fact that he used stuffed animals to prevent the screen from tumbling down... This cute boy.