#birth parent clause

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Do you think Steg (the fusion of Steven Universe and Greg Universe) could kill Macbeth? I've been going back and forth on this one for a while.

Steg is... definitely a difficult one, yeah. For most Steven Universe fusions, we can fall back on them applying for the Gender Clause, but we can't do that here, so we have to actually think about stuff now.

Fusions are defined very vaguely in SU in terms of their identity as a person- as Garnet puts it a fusion is not two people, and not one person, but an "experience," which is great for the spiritual themes of the show, but not really useful for our purposes. Our verdict is really just going to come down to whether we consider a fusion a separate person from its components.

Fusions will usually operate with their own personalities separate from their counterparts, but under certain circumstances (usually moments of distress), specific counterparts will speak independently from each other, like in Keeping It Together, Know Your Fusion, and Malachite's entire existence. Now, we haven't seen Steg have this kind of self-interaction (he's really only shown up for one song and has never been seen or heard from again), but presumably every fusion has the capability for such a thing.

If we consider Steg to be one person: Yes, Steg Multiverse from the Steven Universe Movie could kill Macbeth. He would apply for Unconventional Birth Clause, being created due to the fusion of two other characters, as well as Birth Parent Clause, since neither of those characters are female.

If we consider Steg to be two people: No, Steg Multiverse from the Steven Universe Movie could NOT kill Macbeth. While we've determined that Steven can kill Macbeth through Unconventional Birth Clause, there's nothing to suggest that Greg isn't a man of woman born, and his status as such would override Steven's UBC verdict. To put it another way, Steg has been born twice, once conventionally and once unconventionally; in order to apply for UBC, it's not that you need to have been unconventionally born, but more specifically you need to have NOT been conventionally born. Since Steg HAS been conventionally born, through Greg, he doesn't apply for UBC, despite the fact that Steven does.

Thank you for your submission! Sorry for the confusing explanation lol

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[drowningincaffiene]

Wait I'm curious what's the origin story of Christmas??

[wingedcatgirl]

I don't rember if @cantheykillmacbeth ever already did a poll themself but here's one now anyway:

[writingwithfolklore]

Punctuation Rules

Punctuation is like the very last thing I actively think about when writing something (what's the point of fixing the punctuation of a sentence you'll end up taking out or editing anyway?) but it is still an important step!

Having proper punctuation increases your credibility and the overall quality of your work. Also, it’s doubly important in professional work, emails, and resumes. With that, let’s get into it!

Commas

We use them all the time. We get them wrong all the time. There are six rules for where you can use commas:

Use to separate items in a list or series:

The book was long, tedious, and painful.

The comma after tedious is called the Oxford’s comma. Feel free to debate if you need it in the reblogs, but you won’t get in trouble professionally if you use it or leave it out (in most cases.) It always comes before ‘and’ in a list to prevent confusion of the items:

I ran into my mother, my best friend and a scientist. (1 person?)

Is very different from

I ran into my mother, my best friend, and a scientist. (3 people)

2. Use to separate independent clauses, with a coordinating conjunction.

An independent clause is just a sentence that makes sense on its own.

A coordinating conjunction is: and, but, or so.

Miley had a ton of work to do, so she set her alarm early.

3. Use after an introductory statement.

Introductory statements begin with many different words, but typically: Before, after, when, while, as soon as, etc.

Before her first class, Stacy looked up her prof on Rate Your Teacher.

Main point about this, “Before her first class” is not an independent clause, it needs a second part.

4. Use to surround info in a sentence

This info is not essential to the sense-making of the sentence, but it should be relevant.

Parents, no matter how skilled, cannot function at 100% all the time.

5. Addresses and Dates

6. And with direct quotes

Important for essay writing.

Casey said, “I hate this house!”

Colons:

Introduce a list after a complete sentence:

I have three favourite foods: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

2. Use after ‘the following’ or ‘as follows’

Please provide the following information: your date of birth, full name, and address.

3. Don't use with sentence fragments

A sentence fragment is an unfinished sentence (that doesn’t make sense on its own).

My favourite foods are: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

This is wrong because, “My favourite foods are.” Isn’t an independent clause.

4. Introduce an explanation

My parents ask one thing of me: that I try my hardest.

5. Introduce a quotation

Mom always quoted the bible: “The truth will set you free.”

6. And times (12:00)

Semi-Colon:

Not super common, but makes you look good if you can use it properly.

Separate two related independent clauses

I never drink Starbucks; it tastes burnt.

2. Similar, but with conjunctions: however, moreover, therefore, nevertheless, etc.

I don’t like Starbucks; however, it does the job.

Agatha didn’t witness anything; nevertheless, she was called in to court.

3. Use to avoid misreading in a series

The invited guests are the club leader; the treasurer; the new member, Jason Tanner; and Wanda Johnson, the investor.

Semicolons clarify the separation between the four people. Had it been, “The club leader, the treasurer, The new member, Jason Tanner…” it would seem that the new member and Jason Tanner are two different people.

Apostrophes – Possessive

‘s shows possession of a singular noun

The girl’s parents were quite rich.

2. S’ shows possession of a plural noun

The students’ books were all over the place. (there are multiple students who have books)

3. ‘s to singular words ending in s, and nouns that are plural

My boss’s office My children’s toys

Apostrophes – Contractions

Use to combine two words (they are, he is, there is, etc.)

It is -> It’s a beautiful park They are -> They’re really good friends You are -> you’re good at this and so on.

[darin-nidk]

Baby fever. | Hazbin Hotel Character x Reader.

Idea. / Ch. 1: Introduction / Ch. 2.

"So cuuute! How old are they?", a cheerful voice asked and someone else chuckled in response. "They are four months old". The aww's and coo's made (Y/N) turn, spy at the pair with envious eyes before their gaze softened at the sight of such a small baby. So cute, they thought in agreement, I wanna be a parent too, spoil 'em rotten, squish their cheeks and give 'em lots of kisses.

Part of (Y/N) pondered if wanting a baby came from wanting to have a child to give them a better childhood than their own, or if they were truly starting that time of wanting a family they can call their very own. Either way, the sentiment and desire of becoming a parent was overwhelming at times, but the idea of giving birth... The pockets with no money for a surrogate, and the paperwork adopting meant as well as the years of waiting when they wanted to just hold their baby.

That's how (Y/N) pondered on making a deal with some unknown entity, someone in history ought to have done that at some point, right? Most likely. Maybe. Who was insane and desperate enough?

No, they rather not have someone answer because they knew that "insane and desperate enough" description was themselves in these moments. So... Yeah, being in a small rented cabin in the forest with questionable items (... at best, illegal at worst) set onto the ground before themselves along some pentagram drawn with chalk, it was a matter of fully going through with this — Hell wasn't exactly in need of sinners but God, they weren't about to steal a baby with hormones through the roof and hurt someone beyond repair.

Besides, they might lack patience but they weren't stupid enough not to draft a contract (were these okay? Or were they solely a deal in voice only? How did this work? Who could they even ask?!). (Y/N) just hoped, prayed, that whoever wanted their soul would be greedy enough to overlook a clause that chained the other part into parenthood.

Chanting the unknown words foreign to their mothertongue and feeling a major shift in the atmosphere, birds flying in sheer terror as the forest grew eerly quiet... Someone did appear before them.

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Y si hablas español, 'tonces no seas garca y dame $2 para honrar el billete que no esta en circulación y que ni siquiera es de colección a mi MP .

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

Samael (Raphael x F!Tav)

Dad Raphael fic, a little bit fluffy and a little bit dark

Read on AO3

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Tav’s body woke her. Her breasts ached, her biological clock wired and telling her that her baby would probably be getting hungry right now, even if he hadn’t yet made a sound. She expected to hear his cries shortly, but her son wasn’t in his cradle, and her husband wasn’t in their bed. The space where he’d been sleeping was still warm. For a moment, Tav simply lay there, soaking in the peace.

Her baby was not a tiefling, but a cambion, meaning he slept in odd fits, and his behaviour was often unpredictable and so unlike a regular infant his age. He’d been born with tiny fangs – something Tav’s nipples did not appreciate – tiny wings, tiny claws, and a tiny ropey tail. Bumps on his forehead indicated where his horns would eventually grow. Tav loved him desperately. He’d also almost killed her on his way into the world, but Tav would give her life a thousand times over for him.

Eventually she dragged herself out of bed, deciding to look for her boys. The House of Hope’s halls were quiet and empty, most of the wandering debtors being banished after the birth of the little prince. His father deemed their ilk unworthy to look upon his offspring; Tav was just glad the creepy bastards were finally gone. It made hearing baby babble and the low, dulcet tones of her husband much easier, and from there Tav simply followed the music.

Raphael was in the archives, their son on his hip. He was wearing his soft red velvet dress robe – Tav’s favourite – and his feet were bare. She noticed with amusement his big wings were held further out from his shoulders than usual. They fascinated their son, and he had a habit of pulling and chewing on them. It didn’t hurt, but Raphael was sick of being covered in baby slobber.

“So you see, Samael, when drafting a contract, one must always ensure the clause has enough wiggle room for the recipient to believe they can hold the upper hand against you,” said Raphael, matter-of-fact. “That way, when the curtain falls, they fail to notice just how tight your grip has become. It’s something of an art form, I believe.”

“Abababa!” Samael gurgled, waving his pudgy red fists at his father.

“Precisely,” Raphael nodded. It appeared they were having a serious discussion. Heart warmed, Tav just stood there and watched them. Samael got stronger every day. He could already spread and flex his wings, and his control over his tail muscles constantly improved. A few months old and he was able to delicately curl it around the arms and wrists of his parents – something he was attempting to do right then, but Raphael made a game out of evasion. He’d wait until the last moment before gently snatching Samael’s tail, commanding the boy to try again. Samael giggled every time; Tav wasn’t blind to the fondness softening her husband’s gold eyes at the sound.

He was every bit the scheming, opportunistic, terrible devil she’d met so long ago, but there was so much more to him than that. He’d spent countless nights reading novels, plays, and poetry to Samael while he was still in her womb; he’d rubbed her swollen feet whenever she asked and weathered her terrible mood swings with grace; he’d shed tears, silent and stoic, when his wailing and bloody newborn was placed in his arms for the first time. Looking at him now, Archdevil Supreme Raphael, holding and teasing their son, Tav wondered not for the first time if concepts such as good and evil were too broad to truly exist.

Samael turned his head and spotted her watching them. A fanged smile lit up his face and he wriggled with excitement, reaching for her. He cooed unintelligibly, noises far too sweet to come from hellspawn, surely. The jig was up, though of course, Tav had no illusions that her husband was unaware of her presence. She approached them. Raphael offered the boy with little resistance, and Tav sighed at the feeling of completeness when he was snuggled against her chest.

“Hello, Sammy,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his soft chestnut-coloured hair.

“What woke you?” Raphael asked, his voice rich and quiet. “I thought to let you rest.”

“My body,” Tav huffed, amused. “Telling me to feed my baby.”

“Ah.”

“Yes, alright, I know,” Tav said when Samael began fussily pawing at her breast. “Give me a moment.”

She let her loose sleeping shirt slip enough to free one breast. Samael immediately latched on and began suckling, his miniature claws finding purchase. Raphael’s expression was like simmering magma: dark and primal satisfaction, possessiveness, desire, hellish adoration. He always took in particular delight when she nursed Samael. Fed their little cambion. For him, Tav knew, it was the truest acceptance of his nature – the same undeniable nature of their son. She knew she had bonded herself to Raphael far beyond the promises between husband and wife, mother of his child; he would never let her, or Samael, leave him.

Sometimes, the depth of love and obsession she saw in Raphael’s eyes scared her. He would do unspeakable things to keep them safe. To keep them. Sometimes, when Samael would deliberately bite her nipple to sample her blood as well as milk, she wondered what kind of monster she had brought into the world. If he would grow into a fiend more than a man. Sometimes, she wondered when her old friends would finally act upon their threat to destroy her and her Archdevil lover. If Raphael would make their deaths swift or slow. But never did she wonder if she’d made the wrong choice. Raphael tugged her close, shutting his wings around them. He purred when she leaned into him. Samael’s tail encircled her arm. Tav was content.

[darkmaga-returns]

AVermont family whose 6-year-old son was vaccinated with an experimental Covid-19 intervention against the family’s wishes has appealed a Vermont Supreme Court ruling. The Vermont court had ruled that the Public Readiness and Emergency Preparedness Act (PREP) prohibits such claims, granting immunity to school and government personnel when they mandate vaccinations.    

Stunningly, the Vermont Supreme Court did not even pay lip service to the constitutional liberties implicated, ruling against traditional protections of parental rights and informed consent. But the PREP Act is not above the Constitution’s supremacy clause; it’s the other way around.      

Parents’ rights are being chiseled away rapidly. In Vermont, minor children may obtain transgender hormones and birth control without parental consent, and a 2024 law bars parents from seeing which library books are checked out by their children 12 years and older. Yet these are examples where the child wants something against his parents’ wishes. In Vermont’s Covid-19 vaccination case, the child protested and was forced to be jabbed anyway.

[nctsplug02]

Hey ash! You truly are an amazing writer! Could you maybe write a boxer jaehyun au for us???

[6:50PM]

GENRE: FLUFF | SMUT | PARENTS AU | BOXING AU

WARNINGS: kissing, mention of condoms, mention of birth control, marking, BDSM, oral sex (F receiving), fingering and creampie!

FEATURING: na jaemin as their four year old son!

you pull out a cart while you son clings onto your leg. “mama, can we get a gingerbread house?” you look to where the boy is pointing to.

it was a shelf with multiple choices of gingerbread houses.

“sure, let’s go check it out and then you can pick which one you wanna do.” jaemin gets all giggly as the pair of you make your way to the shelves.

when reaching the shelves, jaemin lets your hand go and squats down. “mama, a beach!” he points to the box with a gingerbread beach set on the front. “that’s cute— do you want that one?” he shakes his head.

jaemin stands up and then lets out a gasp. “mama, can we get this one?!” it was a regular gingerbread house but mini version. “i think it’s perfect! we can absolutely get it.”

jaemin claps in excitement and grabs three boxes. “three of them?” you ask and your son nods, stacking them on top of one another. “one for you, me and daddy!” you see him struggling and you take the boxes from him.

“you have a good reason.” you set them in the cart. “should we get some extra candies and frosting just in case?” jaemin takes a second to think and nods. “alright, then can you pick out some colored frosting and some candy you think we should decorate our houses with?” jaemin nods and begins to pick out some frosting and candy.

after, he’s done, the pair of you walk away from that section.

“okay, nana. do you remember what we’re here for?” jaemin nods. “we’re here to pick out daddy’s christmas present!”

“well, santa already got daddy christmas present. but, nana just wants to add on, right?” jaemin presses his lips together and pushes them to one side with furrowed eyebrows.

“mama, santa clause isn’t real.” you slow the cart and look at the boy seat in front of you. “whoo.. said that?” you raise an eyebrow and he giggles. “my best friend jeno in my class! he says his older brother, mark told him that santa isn’t real and then he told me.”

you softly laugh and push your hair back. “he also said our mommies and daddies are the real santa clause. is he lying?” you bite your lip and give your son a weird look.

“look, you’re four and i’m not gonna lie to you— yeah, mommy and daddy get your presents, not santa.” jaemin lets out a sound of confusion. “okay.”

“okay, so let’s move past that! why don’t you get out of the cart and look around to daddy’s gift?” jaemin nods and is pulled out with your help.

“so, where should we go first?” you ask as the little boy holds onto the holes on the cart. “um.. let’s go get some clothes for dad.” you nod and stroll the cart towards the men’s isle.

“toothpaste..” you scan the isle. “ah, here we go.” you grab the pack of toothpaste. “what’d you grab, nana.” you say putting the box in the cart. “how did you know i grabbed something?”

you look back at the boy and smile. “deodorant?” you pick up the boy and grab the deodorant from his hands. “yeah, it’s for dad! he needs it because after he fights with people, he stinks.” you laugh and jaemin giggles.

“alright, we’re definitely getting that for a laugh.” you toss the deodorant in the cart.

“we’re all done, right?” jaemin wiggles from you hold and climbs on the side of the cart and nods. “i think so, mama!” he gives you a quick thumbs up before grabbing onto the cart, again. “okay, then let’s go check out.”

jaemin nods and you pick him up, sitting him in the seat. “nana,” you say when pushing the cart. “yes, mommy?” you stop when another person pushes their cart in front of yours.

“when we check out, you can pick a candy. okay?” jaemin gasps and nods. “you’ve been such a good boy today and that’ll be your reward.” he nods, again with the biggest smile ever.

after finishing with the gingerbread houses, the three of you moved to the living room and sat near the christmas tree.

“i don’t know which one to pick.” jaemin bites his thumb and looks at his several presents.

it was christmas eve and it was tradition to open one present the day before christmas so, therefore, jaemin stood by his presents debating which one he wanted to open first.

“well, you’re gonna open them all tomorrow.” jaehyun says with hot cocoa in his mug and his arm wrapped around you.

“you’re right.. um, i think i wanna do this one!” he picks up a small box with his name written on it. “alright! let’s sit in a circle and see what we got.” you start but jaehyun starts bickering.

“hey, hey— i haven’t picked out my present yet, mama.” your cheeks flush in embarrassment and in a reaction— you felt like a snowman in the summer whenever he called you a nickname.

you clear your throat as jaehyun detangles his arms from you. “i.. hm, i think i want this one.” jaemin giggles when seeing jaehyun pick out the present that jaemin had gotten him.

jaehyun sits in between you and jaemin and sets down his hot cocoa.

“mommy, you go first.” jaemin speaks up and you chuckle. “okay.. this one says it from daddy.” you look at your husband and tear the wrapping paper.

you look down at the present and gasp. “jae.. did you actually?” you stare down at the valentino box. “i don’t know,” he giggles. “did i?” you frown and open the box, pushing past the extra paper to find the most gorgeous heels.

“babe,” you whine and pick one of the heels up. “it’s so pretty!” it was the valentino garavani tan-go platform pumps, in black. “do you like it?” jaehyun asks in a giggly voice. “like it? no, i absolutely love them!” you slip one on and jaehyun helps with the straps.

“i’d love to see you wear them to my next match.” jaehyun says letting your foot go. “sure, if you don’t mind looking short next to your wife.” you and jaehyun laugh. “i don’t mind. i just want to see my wife in her new heels.”

“how did you even get your hands on these?” you slip on the other side. “well, i almost fought someone for these.” you let out a small gasp and he laughs. “i’m kidding. i drove to like.. six different stores and found these beauties at a store that was an hour away.”

you sit up on your knees and lean forward, wrapping your arms around your husbands neck and throwing yourself onto him. “thank you, i love them.” you plant a kiss on his cheek. “and me?” you laugh, slightly tossing your head back. “i love you too, of course.” he softly laughs, satisfied with the three specific words.

“can i go now?” jaemin asks, patiently sitting with his present in front of him. “oh, of course! sorry, mommy and daddy were distracted.”

“it’s okay.” jaemin says while ripping open the wrapping paper. you bite your lip, waiting for his reaction. “it’s a watch!” he holds up the present. “oh, really?” he nods and attempts to tear it out of its packaging.

jaemin looks up and pouts. “yes, daddy will help.” you say while climbing off jaehyun. “thanks, hon.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaehyun takes the watch from jaemin and undoes it from its packaging. “there we go.” jaehyun says, clipping it in place on jaemins wrist. “i love it! i’ve always wanted a spider-man watch and now i have it!” jaemin says as jaehyun fixes the time.

“okay, can you tell me what time it is?” jaemin looks down at his watch and hums. “i don’t know, i can’t read numbers.” you and jaehyun laugh.

jaemin crawls into your lap while fixing his watch. “okay, dad, it’s your turn!” jaemin says pointing to the green bag. “mm.. in excited!” jaehyun opens the bag and flings out the extra wraps.

“whattt,” jaehyun drags out while pulling out a folded t shirt. “it says ‘best dad in the world’ because you’re the best dad ever!” jaehyun smiles at jaemins words.

“i love it.” jaehyun sets the shirt in front of his and tugs off the black t-shirt. “love it so much that i’ll put it on right now.” he says towards jaemin who scrunches up his face.

jaehyun slips the shirt over his head and slips his arms through the holes. “perfect fit.” jaehyun says smoothing out the cotton material. “i knew daddy would like it.” you say and jaemin giggles.

“okay,” jaehyun shakes his head to fix his hair and fixes his glasses. “let’s see what’s next.” he pulls out a deodorant stick and starts heavily laughing.

“nana, tell daddy why you got him that.” jaemin giggles when seeing his dads reaction. “i got it because daddy stinks after he fights with people.” jaehyun sighs and nods. “thank you, nana. i.. i really needed this.” he laughs, again.

“there’s more, dad!” jaemin points and jaehyun nods, pulling out the extra stuff.

after jaehyun was finished— the three of you cleaned up and went to bed.

“babe,” jaehyun nods, taking off his glasses and putting them on his nightstand. “today, we went to target and.. i got us.. this.” you hold up the two boxes.

jaehyun sits up in excitement and shock. “a vi.. a vibrator and.. lube.” you nod, biting your lip. waiting to see how he’d react.

“jae,” you sigh and crawl onto the bed, sitting yourself in front of him. “i’ve been dying to have another baby and it’s my ovulation week!” you drop the items in your hand and cup his face. “i’m just.. waiting to hear what you say.”

“baby, i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” your eyes widen and a squeal erupts from you as you squeeze his cheeks. “you have?!” you squeal in excitement.

jaehyun tosses his head back and lets out a laugh. “you don’t even know how hard it is to resist fucking a baby into you every time we make love.”

you slam your lips onto jaehyuns and he laughs against your lips. you moan and grind your hips, pulling at the slightly long locks.

jaehyun pulls away while heavily breathing. “strip for me.” he whispers.

you fight the urge to lift your shoulders in excitement— along with a smile. but, that didn’t stop your face from heating up.

you scoot back and begin to undress yourself. meanwhile jaehyun snatches the box up and rips it open. “oh, baby.” jaehyun softly chuckles. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight.”

“fuck, we need batteries first.” jaehyun sighs and reaches over to your nightstand. he opens the drawer and shuffles around, picking up two batteries and sticking it in the toy.

jaehyun sits up to see you naked. “you look so beautiful. you always do.” he reaches forward and pinches your nipple. “you’re so beautiful, baby.” he whispers and rubs your hard nipple with his thumb.

“here,” jaehyun holds up the toy. “i want to see how you’d play with this.” you hesitate but take the toy from him. “i want to watch,” he says, again. “is that okay?” you nod and sit back, with your legs stilk pressed together.

“can i get a pillow?” jaehyun reaches behind him and grabs a pillow, fluffing it and handing it to you.

you tuck it behind you and you lay back, finally pulling your legs apart and letting jaehyun see your glistening pussy.

“fuck, baby.” jaehyun licks his lips and hisses at the sight.

you turn the toy on and gasp when it starts buzzing softly. “hm,” jaehyun grabs the box and reads the front. “there are five settings— let’s try them all.”

“a—all—?” your clit dying to feel the buzzing. “yes, all. we have all night. tomorrow’s christmas.” you bite your lip and gasp when jaehyun guides the vibrator to your clit.

your hips jerk inward and every muscle in your body clenches. “o—ooh, god.” you sigh and let out a string of moans. “o—ooh, my god.” you roll your hips and toss your head back.

“fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” jaehyun whispers and reaches up, grabbing ahold of your nipples and pinching them between his fingers. “i—im gonna c—cum!” you groan and clench around nothing.

jaehyun grins as you let out a soft gasp and watches as you go tense. your orgasm hitting you softly yet so roughly.

“hm, should we move it up a level?” you smile through your recovery and nod. “that’s my girl.” jaehyun rubs your clit with his thumb and takes the toy from you, switching it off and then climbing off the bed.

“wh—where’re you going?” you can barely lift your head off the pillow. “getting some of our other toys.” you watch as he walks to the closet and comes back with several rose gold silk ribbons.

jaehyun sits back in the bed and drags you to one of the bed posts. “don’t tie it too tight.” you say as he begins tying your wrists together. “ahh, i won’t.” jaehyun tightens it and a whimper is released from you as you bring your eyes to his.

“mm, im sorry, my love.” jaehyun softly chuckles and leans down, giving your forehead a kiss. “i said not too tight, asshole.” you say between (nervous) laughter.

jaehyun takes the next ribbon and uses it to tie your ankle— this ribbon was long so it was a given opportunity for jaehyun to bring it all up your legs and to your hips, where it ends, he ties it up into a bow and stands on his knees.

“so pretty.” jaehyun admires his work and bites his lip. “try not to roll off.” he says with a soft chuckle.

jaehyun reaches for the toy and the bottle of lube catches his eyes. “hm.” the corner of his lips quirk and his hand reaches for it as well. “let’s put this to use.” he flicks the bottle open and squirts some onto the round vibrator.

jaehyun flicks the toy onto the third setting and bites his lip at the buzz. “mm, this one is powerful— i wonder how the other settings will be like.” he lifts your legs and uses the toy to smear the lube on your lips.

you shudder at the cold feeling. jaehyun slips the toy into your cunt and a yelp escapes from you. the buzzing inside you felt so different. your walls clenched around the toy which vibrated more vibration.

“o—ooh, my god— get this thing out of me!” you shudder and squeeze your fists. “h—holy fuck, it’s so strong!” you gasp, digging your nails into your palms.

jaehyun chuckles at the sight of you being torn up from a toy. “how does it feel, baby?” you groan in annoyance (more like not being able to form any words), and flip to your side. “aw,” jaehyun groans. “cmon, baby. tell me how it feels.”

“so— g—god!” you shake your head and choke back a whimper. “i—i can’t!” you could feel tears forming in your eyes and they threatened to fall.

jaehyun hums, thrusting the toy further into you. “mm, yes you can, baby. i know you can.” an orgasm has you thrashing around and biting back a vicious moan.

“ah ahh,” jaehyun tuts as your moans become louder from the stimulation. “do you remember our baby boy in the other room, let’s try not to wake him, yeah?” you nod and bends your knees.

you let out a whimpery cry when feeling the buzz hit your g-spot. “t—that— god!” you scream and arch your back off the bed. “feels so fu— fucking good!” you manage to get out and jaehyun smiles down at you.

“i know you could do it.” jaehyun pulls the toy out and shuts it off.

“that was torture.. holy fuck.” you laugh and so does jaehyun.

“looked fun.” jaehyun says undressing himself. “oh, did it now?” he nods and you sit up. “why don’t we test it on you?” the man shakes his head and grabs you by the hips.

jaehyun fixes the way you’re laying and holds your thighs firmly, keeping your feet in the air. “not tonight, baby. another night. but, tonight is about you and making another baby— m’kay?” you nod, watching as your husband lays flat on his belly.

“now, sit still for me so i can eat this pretty pussy.” you moan and hide your face behind your arm as jaehyun dips his head and flattens his tongue on your pussy.

jaehyun hums, causing more vibration to buzz against your clit. (as if the vibrator wasn’t enough).

“oh, god.” you gasp and tip your head back with your eyes shut. “good god, jaehyun!” you cry out as he dips his tongue into your hole.

jaehyun groans and lets his eyes flutter shut while he laps your juice. your sweet sweet juice that he can never get enough of.

“sh—shit!” you attempt to laugh through the pleasure but jaehyuns nose rubs against your clit. “oh, god— i’m gonna cum.” you whisper.

your hands begged to be released. they’d begged to just be lost in his soft locks but the restraints held you hostage.

“fuck— i’m— i’m cumming!” you pant out.

jaehyun quickly laps up your juice and sucks your clit. he brings his a pair of fingers to your pussy and thrusts them into your cunt. it was a perfect fit— your walls snuggled him tightly while he thrusted them to fuck you through your orgasm.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you squeal and turn to your side as it gets too much. jaehyun sits up and licks his fingers clean. “i wasn’t quite finished, baby.” you shake your head (and so did your legs).

“i think.. i think im done for the night.” jaehyun uses the back of his hand and wipes his mouth and around. “hm, i think i remember you saying that this week is your ovulation week and that.. you’ve been wanting another mini us. right?”

you turn back and face him with a nod afterwards. “i do but, i don’t think i can have so many orgasms in one night. i mean, don’t get me wrong— it feels amazing but, sir, i am going to be sore before sunrise.” you laugh and jaehyun reaches forward, untying the ribbons from your hands and ankle.

“one more round, baby. one more.” you look at the clock on jaehyuns nightstand— it was almost three in the morning.

you bite your lip to hide the cheeky smile. “i guess another round wouldn’t hurt.” jaehyun softly chuckles and grabs you by the waist.

jaehyun hovers you over his lap and sinks you down on his cock. “w—wow.” you laugh with nerve and adjust to the size.

you swore he grew everyday.

“god, you’re so.. huge.” you and jaehyun both laugh. “take your time, baby. we’ve got all night ahead of us.” you rest your hands on his shoulders and let out a extended exhale.

“that’s it, baby.” jaehyun says as he feels you move your hips in a circular motion. “keep moving your hips like that.” he sets his hands on your hips and squeezes them while your roll them in circles.

jaehyun reaches down and uses his thumb to rub your clit. “i—im sensitive, dickhead!” you grab his wrist and he laughs. “i’m sorry, i am.” jaehyun hugs your waist and presses a kiss on your chest.

jaehyuns hands rest on your ass and pulls you on. “let me help, baby.” jaehyun drops your ass and picks it back up.

you moan and jaehyun smiles. “i love how you sound, baby.” you dig your chin into his shoulder in embarrassment. “you sound so fucking adorable when getting fucked by me.”

jaehyun holds your hips still and uses the wall as a support for his back to push his hips up.

“oh, my god.” you gasp, nails digging into his soft skin while jaehyun pounds into you. “oh, god, im gonna cum.”

“wait for me, baby. i wanna cum together.” jaehyun whispers.

several seconds pass by and you are reaching your climax with jaehyun. his cock pumping his load into you while you attempt to recover from your orgasm.

“can we shower?” you ask with drowsy eyes. “how’bout we take a bubble bath instead?” you softly laugh, lifting your head off his shoulder. “use nanas bubbles?” jaehyun nods and you do as well.

jaehyun holds you close while climbing off the bed and to the bathroom where the pair of you took a bath with bubbles.

you’d fallen asleep which jaehyun thought was absolutely adorable.

A/N: tbh there was no boxing related in here HAHA. but, it was just a cute little thing to write. :)

[macbeth-murder-match]

Macbeth Murder Match!

Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.

Welcome to the Macbeth Murder Poll!

For those unversed, in the play Macbeth, Macbeth is given a prophecy by three witches: No one born of a woman can harm him.

In the play (spoilers!) this is resolved by MacDuff, who was born via c-section. However that's boring, so lets do something more fun!

Submit your blorbos who you think could kill Macbeth!

Submissions will be open for quite a while as i am currently also running @white-boy-bracket and need to wait for that to conclude to get to bracket building! I'm opening it now though so we can get lots of contestants!

Questions welcome!

Inspired by: @system-bracket @ocd-character-polls @butler-bracket @beautiful-boy-bracket @artificialkids-2k23-official @aroaceswagtournament @the-nobody-tournament @worlds-worst-dad-competition and more!

RULES FOR SUBMISSION:

Characters do not need to be physically strong enough to kill Macbeth, this is about technicality!

Characters in header are not guaranteed entrants- if you like them, submit them!

NO:

C-Section babies! That counts as 'being born'!

Babies born naturally *from a woman*

Mass Produced Clones

I'd say no real people but honestly if you can find me a real person who was not born, good on you.

Any animal! Animals need to fit another criteria! "Woman" here means any woman identifying member of ANY species!

YES:

Artificially Created (carved, cloned, assembled, baked)

"Born" in an unusual way (sprung fully formed from head, mother disintegrated without baby)

Loophole caused by throwaway line ("Neither of my parents showed up for my birth")

Mpreg

Characters resurrected into a body that meets the above criteria

Other fun technicalities i haven't thought of!

Orion Fowl clause: (below)

Body is of woman born, but the rules of the universe the character is in appear to treat an entity as separate enough to be affected differently from host by magic.

In the above scene, Artemis (with magical DID) has been enthralled by a rune, and is completely controlled. However, when an electric shock causes Orion (an alter) to front, he is not possessed despite the rune branded into the body's skin. For this reason, Orion counts as separate enough from Artemis to count as "not of woman born", and thusly qualifies to kill Macbeth. Additionally as I am using Orion's name to explain this concept, he is the only guaranteed entrant.

[nogu-d-reamers]

WELCOME TO PLAYTOWN/POPPY PLAYTOWN- CHARACTER REFERENCE #8.

INFORMATION AND DATA.

Name: Bubba Bubbaphant

Age: 26

Height:3,50 mts/11'4 fts

Species: Smiling critter creature. Elephant (Asian elephant).

Occupation: Sage inspector

Genre: male (he/him)

Sexuality:bi

Magical usser type: Magician

Birth place: bookers district (Main city)

Birth day: august 12th

Personality:

Bubba is an elephant, intelligent and calm; almost to the point of reason in any environment he is in. He is usually cautious and of few words unless some "knowledge of..." or "money" comes up.

While he has a job as a "Sage Inspector" he definitely hates his job; not only because of the unpleasant attitude of his boss Sir. P. (whom he and other coworkers nickname him "Sir. Poops-a-Lot" behind his back for his attitude and turning any case he is on into a shitty environment). However; he is not motivated to quit because it really is a good salary; but he really looks forward to the day being over so he can drown his frustrations at Picky's family restaurant or spend time with his friends. He is aware of his friends in general being a powerful magnet for chaos; but he really enjoys seeing them around his job because he may not be a shaman, but he knows that whatever is less boring will happen.

Bubba eventually becomes excessively fond of money; even insistent, according to the clauses of the loan agreement... to the point where a recurring joke is that when he asks one of his friends to return what he lent them, they immediately look at him angrily saying "wasn't it a smaller amount?!" but giving him part of it hoping the amount will go down (with the exception of Picky and Dogday; the last time he tried to collect from them Picky said "ahh? just that? Well, that settles your liquor debt" and with Dogday he turned his clauses against him)

Although he seems like a reserved and serious guy, he has a very latent weak point in bothering the chaos trio with jokes that only they 3 (Hoppy-Kickin-Catnap) know that he made them and that no one will believe them.

And in turn, the Chaos Trio know a weak point in him that they do not hesitate to exploit = he is foolishly in love with Picky.

about his work and daily life.

His day starts early drinking 3 coffees to endure his loooooooooong day at the office; he is a sage inspector, in charge of irregular magic cases to avoid them ending up in court to prove that they were accidental magical events and he must approve projects for himself, which sounds more exciting than it really is.

He mentally prepares himself for the day to end quickly and tries to survive the work day of the following inconveniences = cases related to Witchers (who although he does not share the elitism of the other magicians, are still problematic clients), cases with cursed objects (he is still trying to get over the time when a boy ended up cursed for having found a finger in a chest and they wanted to recruit him by force), his boss being a pain, having to defend some of his friends because they got into trouble, mandatory overtime, etc.

It is common to see him drinking at Picky's restaurant, taking his days off at the library or discussing with Hoppy or Kickin the viability of a project or a mission.

Magic data (and other skills):

Bubba, beyond his abilities as a magician, is:

- a cautious observer

- a perfect planner

- a master at extorting money to get what he wants or needs.

Unlike traditional wizards, a product of his environment and the fact that his parents were a shaman and an exorcist; he uses rhythmic movements with his wand and hands instead of verbal spells as is the traditional way; not being the traditional method but the one that works best for him. He specializes in mental spells or those that play with someone else's psyche, and is bad with explosive spells.

other random data:

favorite food: red veggies curry «Simple, spicy, quick to eat and goes well with chai or matcha»

Favorite dessert: mochis «especially those prepared at the train station near the council of sages, are perfect after a horrible weekday»

hated food: wine cake «It doesn't get you drunk and it doesn't taste good, what's the point? Be a disgusting cake for Christmas parties?»

smell: lemongrass

strength: intelligence, memory, companionship

weakness: tunnel vision, stingy, doesn't leave his comfort zone

favorite physical appearance: birthmarks «I proudly show them whenever I can.»

hated physical appearance: hands «I curse whoever came up with all those things for long fingers only!!!»

person you respect most: Bobby «Nurse Bearhug has a lot of points, she does what she loves and talks about anything»

person you don't want as an enemy: Catnap «He will owe me money, but I am not crazy to bother him after witnessing a case in which he lost his patience...»

hobby: Collecting second-hand books and portraits

Some crush?:

«K:is picky!!!»

«H:Of course she is *giggles»

«B:What are you doing here?! How did we get here?!»

«K & H:Catnap»

«C:alo~»

«B: They have 17.5 seconds to get out of here or I swear I'll empty your bank account of what you owe me...»

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Could Woody from Toy Story kill McBeth?

Yes, Woody from Toy Story could kill Macbeth!

Being a mass-produced cowboy pull-string toy, he was manufactured rather than born, meaning he applies for the Unconventional Birth Clause and presumably Birth Parent Clause.

Thank you for your submission!

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Joan E. Greve at The Guardian:

Conservative justices appeared reluctant to overturn Tennessee’s law that prevents transgender youth from accessing some gender-affirming medical treatments, as the supreme court heard oral arguments in a case challenging the policy on Wednesday.

The plaintiffs in US v Skrmetti, which was first brought by three trans youths and their parents last year, argue that the law violates the equal protection clause of the 14th amendment because of sex-based discrimination. Elizabeth Prelogar, the US solicitor general, specifically noted that the medical treatments targeted by the Tennessee law, including puberty blockers and hormone therapy, are still available to young patients for reasons other than gender-affirming care. “The law restricts medical care only when provided to induce physical effects inconsistent with birth sex,” Prelogar said Wednesday. “Someone assigned female at birth can’t receive medication to live as a male, but someone assigned male can. If you change the individual sex, it changes the result. That’s a facial sex classification – full stop – and a law like that can’t stand on bare rationality.”

But the court’s conservatives including the chief justice, John Roberts, appeared to suggest that this particular case differed from other cases related to sex discrimination because of its medical ramifications.

“It seems to me that the medical issues are much more heavily involved than in many of the cases that you look to,” Roberts told Prelogar. “And if that’s true, doesn’t that make a stronger case for us to leave those determinations to the legislative bodies rather than try to determine them for ourselves?” The decision in the case, which is expected in June, could have sweeping implications for trans youth across the country. According to the Human Rights Campaign, 26 states have passed bans on gender-affirming care, affecting 39.4% of trans youth, or 118,300 trans minors between the ages of 13 and 17 across the US.

Proponents of the bans suggest that they help protect trans children from “experimental” treatments, but major medical and mental health groups reject that analysis. As part of its case defending the law, the state of Tennessee has relied on testimony from several doctors who have peddled misinformation to promote anti-trans messaging, the Guardian has previously reported. In its amicus brief supporting the challenge to the Tennessee law, the American Psychological Association (APA) endorsed “unobstructed access to healthcare and evidence-based inclusive, clinical care for transgender, gender diverse, and nonbinary individuals”.

“The health care community’s understanding of what it means to be transgender has advanced greatly over the past century,” the APA wrote. “It is now understood and widely accepted within the medical and mental health communities that an incongruence between one’s sex and gender in and of itself implies no impairment in a person’s judgment, mental health, or general social or vocational capabilities.” During oral arguments on Wednesday, Justice Sonia Sotomayor, a liberal, raised severe concerns about the potential fallout from denying transgender children access to gender-affirming care. She cited the example of one of the petitioners in the case who recounted vomiting every day and going nearly mute because of their inability to speak in a voice that reflected their identity. “These are difficult decisions,” Prelogar noted. “Obviously, anytime you’re thinking about a medical intervention, you need to weigh risks and benefits. But the state has come in here, and in a sharp departure from how it normally addresses this issue, it has completely decided to override the views of the parents, the patients, the doctors who are grappling with these decisions.”

In oral arguments for the United States v. Skrmetti case at SCOTUS today, the MAGA majority on the court is highly likely to uphold Tennessee’s anti-trans law (SB1) banning gender-affirming care for trans youths.

Ban on gender-affirming care are attacks on sound medical practices, parental rights, and common sense.

The main question would be how broad or narrow to apply the ruling, and would it mean that it applies to Tennessee’s ban only or possibly nationwide? If SCOTUS rules in favor of ban, especially a broad one, then blue states have a right to defy such a lawless ruling and potentially form a case for blue state secession.

[coochiequeens]

Germany.......

By Marielena Meder December 7, 2024

Germany’s Free Democratic Party (FPD) is seeking to prohibit the re-election of two female members who voted against the nation’s radical self-identification law. Katja Adler and Linda Teuteberg are the only two women in the FDP who voted against the law, with both expressing concerns about the implications gender ideology has for women’s safety.

In April of 2024, the German Bundestag voted for the Self-Determination Act, which allows people to simply change their sex and first name at the registry office and threatens with a fine of €10,000 if someone reveals their previous first name and real sex. With 251 votes against, two women from the FDP, Katja Adler and Linda Teuteberg, also voted against this proposed law. 

In a personal statement, Adler pointed out that the law would result in women having fewer rights to single-sex spaces, and that it contradicted with the German Constitution’s guarantee that “men and women have equal rights.” Adler argued that the clause would be rendered unenforceable if men were capable of declaring themselves “women” at any time.

During an online event with women’s rights group Frauenheldinnen, Adler also expressed concerns about how the law impacted minors. The Self-Determination Act allows parents to change their child’s name and sex marker from birth, but also allows children to seek legal name and sex marker changes without parental consent via a youth court order. Reflecting on the dramatic changes, Adler said: “I cannot and will not agree to that.”

See rest of article

By Marielena Meder December 16, 2024

The German federal state of Saxony has released records on the amount of trans-identified males housed in women’s prisons, but only after demanding an egregious €1,100 fee. The effort, spearheaded by Let Women Speak, revealed that a number of male sex offenders were being housed with women.

In May of 2024, Initiative “Let Women Speak” (Lasst Frauen Sprechen) began to file Freedom of Information requests requesting data on the amount of males being housed with women in various state facilities across Germany. Most of the states responded with data which indicated that trans-identified males had been transferred to women’s prisons far ahead of any federal law requiring them to be accommodated according to their “gender identity.”

The Ministry of Justice in Saxony, a region led by the pro-trans Green Party, was the only federal state which demanded a prohibitive fee of €1,100 to access the records. As a result, Let Women Speak was forced to withdraw their request and requested local assistance in getting the information.

In response to their call for help, right-wing political party Alternative for Germany (AfD) submitted an inquiry asking how many individuals with a “deviating gender identity” had been imprisoned in the state of Saxony since January 2020. The Ministry of Justice responded to their request, admitting that there were nine people with “deviating gender identities” in their facilities. However, they did not provide any information about what sex these people are or where they had been accommodated. The Ministry further revealed that inmates who legally changed their gender identity prior to being imprisoned would not be recorded as having a “deviating gender identity.”

German outlet NiUS also facilitated a request for similar information and received a response from the Ministry of Justice in Saxony indicating that three males had been housed at the Chemnitz correctional facility for women between 2023 and 2024. The inmates had criminal records indicating assault, sexual assault, sexual harassment and assault on law enforcement officers. One of them was convicted of rape.

While the identities of the men are not known, multiple female inmates have come forward this year to report that they had been housed with a sexually abusive trans-identified man in Chemnitz.

According to the women, who spoke to Freie Presse earlier this year, the trans-identified male inmate repeatedly ambushed them during activities and was aggressive, verbally abusive and threatened to beat them.

The man had also reportedly forced the women, including female correctional officers, to watch him masturbate. According to Freie Presse, he was eventually transferred back to the men’s prison.

In another incident out of Chemnitz, a trans-identified man identified as Jan Daniel K. almost murdered a female correctional officer by strangulation. According to BILD, Jan Daniel was a violent criminal and pimp who had been sentenced to 13 years in prison for the murder of his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend. He declared himself “female” during his sentencing hearing, and was transferred to a women’s prison shortly after.

Jan Daniel targeted the female correctional officer after being penalized by her, and took his revenge by dragging her into his cell during routine checks and strangling her. It is unclear whether he was transferred back to the male estate or was allowed to remain in the women’s facility.

Despite there being several known problems in Chemnitz as a result of male inmates being moved in, the Saxon Green Party initiated a change to the state’s prison law in December 2023 intended to further satisfy “trans inmates.”

The draft of the law states its intention is to improve the treatment of “transsexual, intersex and non-binary prisoners” and “prisoners with diverse or no sex marker” in their legal documents. The law includes “sexual identity” as a protected characteristic, thus removing the principle of separation between male and female inmates as soon as a detainee proclaims he is a “woman.”

The law would further strengthen Germany’s already-radical gender Self-Determination Act (SBGG), which came into force November 1. The SBGG allows individuals to change their name and sex with few restrictions and imposes harsh punishments for those who fail to treat individuals in accordance with their self-declared gender identity.

Speaking to Reduxx, Hanna-Katarina Zippel of Let Women Speak said that she was “shocked” with the information released by the Ministry of Justice in Saxony, which demonstrated that the government was moving men into women’s prisons even before they were legally obligated to.

“It was shocking to learn that so many men were already being held in women’s prisons even before the self-identification law came into force. At the same time, however, the fact that so many media outlets and also some politicians took up our research shows me that it was worth making the inquiry to begin with,” she said.

“In order to fight for the withdrawal of self-identification law, it is crucial to educate people, especially women, about what it really means for them and to show them real-life examples. I hope that with our research we have reached many people who were not aware of the consequences of the new German self-ID law and that we have encouraged many people to speak out critically, so that hopefully one day no woman will have to endure being incarcerated with a man anymore.”

Despite female inmates having come forward about abuses they have suffered, all 16 federal state ministries deny that any sexual assaults have taken place in female facilities as a result of trans-identified males being housed with women.

René Müller, Federal Chairman of the Association of Prison Officers in Germany, has publicly expressed doubts about the official information. Speaking to Die Welt, Müller said that not every incident would have been recorded or reported by those affected. In its response to the AfD, the Ministry of Justice in Saxony also admitted that the sexual abuse or harassment of female inmates by trans-identified males would not be recorded.

[filhadoboto]

The chosen one

Summary: During the reading of his mother's will, Aleksander Morozov discovers that, so that his inheritance does not end up in the hands of his hated cousin Malyen Oretsev, he will have to get married within a year.

AO3

Chapter 1 - The will

Aleksander Morozov had already lost count of how many times he had reread his mother's will since it's reading that morning.

Reread more exactly the excerpt that said that, by Baghra Morozova's will, her only son and heir would only have access to and full control of the Morozov family fortune if he married within a period of one year after the reading of her will.

Frustrated, tired, and irritated, he emptied the glass of whiskey in his hand. Although he rarely drank, the occasion called for an urgent end to his sobriety, and although he was already nearing the end of the first bottle, he still felt as sober as when he had started drinking.

Even from her grave, Baghra Morozova still wanted to interfere in his life. And the worst part wasn't even that he was forced to get married to avoid losing his inheritance. No. The worst part was that if he didn't comply with that ridiculous clause, everything would go to his hated cousin, Malyen Oretsev. Malyen! Aleksander and Malyen hated each other since childhood and his mother knew that very well.

And in case that wasn't enough to pressure him, his mother didn't leave a single penny to his younger sister, Ulla. In fact, Ulla's name had not even been mentioned in the document, as if she did not even exist. Baghra knew how much he loved and cared for his sister and this put additional pressure on him to comply with the clause in order to ensure the financial security of both himself and his sister.

Not that he and his sister were the first in the Morozov family to face problems like those, after all, their family's recent history was not the happiest. Their mother hated her younger sister her entire life and never hid it. And his aunt was too spoiled and selfish to care about anyone else's feelings other than her own.

Margaretha Morozova, or Margosha as everyone in the family called her, was the youngest daughter and was also the favorite. Both Ilya and his wife, Maryia, showed a preference for their second daughter from the moment of her birth. While Baghra was educated and treated with strictness and coldness by her parents, her sister was free to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Nothing Baghra did or said, no matter how brilliant and precocious she was, seemed to be enough to please her parents, but her sister seemed to just need to exist to be considered perfect in every way. But, as much as her parents admired their youngest daughter, Baghra was the most beautiful, the most intelligent and the one who was most respected by other people. And she learned from an early age to read, use and manipulate people, since she did not believe in the sincerity of human relationships.

While Margosha was allowed to marry for love, Baghra had to marry the man her parents had chosen for her since she was a child. And the chosen one had been none other than Baghra's cousin, Andrey Morozov.

Andrey was the only son of Ivan Morozov, Ilya's younger brother. Ivan had used much of the inheritance he had received to invest in maritime trade and acquired two ships. As soon as the business became profitable, he moved to Novyi Zem with his wife and newborn son and used the profits to buy new ships. In the first few years business went well, but the Saints wanted Ivan's small fleet to be destroyed by a violent storm and he ended up going bankrupt a year later. Olga, his wife, had died during childbirth along with their second child in the first few months after the disaster with the fleet and, devastated by so many losses, Ivan ended up putting Andrey on a ship to Ravka along with a letter to Ilya explaining everything that had happened and then took his own life.

Andrey was just six years old when all this happened. Ilya had taken in and raised Andrey as his son, and for him and his wife it was natural to marry Andrey and Baghra when they both reached marriageable age, even though the boy was two years younger than his cousin. As Andrey had no inheritance from his father, Ilya wanted him to take care of the Morozov family legacy by marrying his firstborn and heir. Andrey, who was grateful to his uncle who had welcomed him and raised him like a son, did not have the courage to deny his desire and agreed to marry Baghra.

Although they grew up together and felt brotherly affection for each other, Andrey and Baghra had a loveless marriage. The same couldn't be said of Margosha's marriage to her husband, Kirill Oretsev. He was a rich and successful merchant in Os Kervo, but Ilya and Maryia did not approve of the union, as they wanted their daughter to marry someone from the same social class as them. However, Margosha was used to having things her way and after threatening to disappear into the world and never speak to her parents again, they ended up consenting to the marriage and Ilya invested part of what his youngest daughter would receive as an inheritance in her husband's business. The other part of her inheritance was used to buy a property near the village of Keramzin where Kyrill had grown up. Until she got married, Margosha lived in Little Palace with her parents, sister and brother-in-law.

During the first three years of marriage, Baghra had had several miscarriages and one of the babies had been stillborn. There may have been no romantic love between Andrey and Baghra, but there was mutual respect and familial affection, and he sought out doctors both within and outside of Ravka to care for his wife, and so she was finally able to give birth to Aleksander, their first child. Coincidence or not, Baghra's successful pregnancy coincided with the period in which Margosha had met Kirill Oretsev and spent a long time at the family home in Os Kervo. Just under two years after Aleksander was born, Margosha gave birth to Malyen. And a year later, Baghra gave birth to Ulla and Margosha gave birth to Anna on the same day, hours apart.

Although Aleksander remembered how happy his father had been at his daughter's birth, Andrey did not live long enough for his daughter to remember him. Before Ulla even reached her fourth year of life, an outbreak of typhus occurred on Ravka, and over the course of a week, the disease killed Andrey, Ilya, and Kirill. And his grandmother Maryia followed her husband to the grave less than a year later. With the death of both parents, the relationship between Baghra and Margosha became almost non-existent. They met at court and, rarely, at the homes of mutual friends.

Ulla only lived with them until she was six years old and their mother sent her to the same girls' school where she and her sister had studied in Os Kervo. Duchess Yelena Petrova, Aleksander's godmother, had told him that the reason Baghra kept Ulla at a distance was that the girl looked too much like Margosha and Baghra had ended up resenting her own daughter for looking like her sister. Aleksander felt it was unfair that his sister paid for their mother's hatred and resentment towards Margosha and did his best to maintain and strengthen the brotherly bond with Ulla.

Without Andrey's influence, Baghra had raised Aleksander in the same rigid, emotionally distant way that her parents had raised her. His only consolation was his sister's two annual visits. They corresponded weekly and kept each other updated on their lives. Ulla had great musical talent and, in addition to playing several instruments, had the voice of an angel. In one of the letters she had sent him when she was thirteen, Ulla had told him that she had received a marriage proposal from one of the other girls' parents after a performance at school. That hadn't surprised him. She always caught everyone's attention at the events they went to together with her voice and her beauty.

Just as his mother hated her sister, Aleksander and Malyen also hated each other, although he had great affection for his cousin Anna. When Anna died of a fever when she was nine, Aleksander was very sad. After losing her husband and daughter, Margosha had become reclusive and extremely protective of her only son and Malyen was spoiled and did what he wanted when he wanted, just like his mother.

People used to compare the cousins' behavior since they were children and that displeased them both immensely and strengthened their mutual hatred. While Aleksander had been a quiet and observant child, Malyen had been a real pest who always blamed others for his misdeeds when he was discovered. And, during the Oretsev family's visits to the Little Palace, it was Aleksander who reported Malyen's inappropriate behavior to adults, which only made their relationship even worse.

If they had been different during childhood, the differences as adults were even greater. Malyen liked to frequent places of ill repute and liked to gamble and fight. He was a known frequenter of the bars, brothels and gaming rooms that proliferated on the outskirts of Os Alta and other larger cities in the country such as Os Kervo and Caryeva. Aleksander preferred to frequent places suited to people in his social position and befitting the type of person he was, especially those where he could enjoy art, good music and good food and he was the patron of several painters, singers and musicians. While Malyen was known for being a womanizer, Aleksander was known for being a gentleman and was rarely seen in female company other than members of his family.

Everyone in Ravka knew of the enmity between them, and very rarely were the two invited to the same event or the same place. Only when they were in Os Alta during the winter were they forced to attend the same events, as they were both Ilya Morozov's grandchildren and had a close relationship with the royal family, people liked having them around. Aleksander still kept in touch with his aunt, perhaps because he was the only one she could talk to about her daughter Anna, and the two used to correspond at least twice a year, always on Anna’s birthday and on her death anniversary.

He felt a lone tear run down his cheek and wiped it away angrily. He looked at the portrait of his mother on the wall in front of him and wanted to throw the glass in his hand at it, but instead he filled it once more and drank half of its contents. The reading of the will had taken place in Kribirsk in the office of Ivan Kaminsky, the family lawyer. Aleksander had been as shocked by the existence of the clause as his aunt and son had been when they learned that Malyen was in Baghra's will.

Aleksander had been so upset by what he heard during the will reading that he barely remembered the three-mile drive home. Along the way, his mind was filled with his mother's words and his feelings had ranged from disbelief to blinding hatred. According to his mother's will during that one-year period, he could continue managing everything as he already did, enjoying the money and living in the mansion, but he could not make any money transfer or change of ownership of any family property or investment. He was basically a guest in his own home.

Aleksander was feeling helpless. None of it was fair. He had been a good son and made practically every choice his mother insisted he make. He was on good terms with the royal family, as was expected of a member of his family. He was respected and well-liked by people in his social circle. He had dedicated himself to learning everything about the family properties and had practically managed everything himself for five years.

He was everything an heir in his position should be! And now there was a risk that he would lose everything, because, not for the first time since that morning, he thought about refusing to comply with the clause, leaving Ravka and living a simple life elsewhere.

Contrary to what his mother supposed, he wouldn't be so helpless if he weren't his mother's heir. Some years ago he had listened to the advice of his godmother, Duchess Yelena Petrova, and invested money in sugar and jurda, in warehouses in Os Kervo and bought some properties in Novyi Zem. If he was careful, he and his sister could live comfortably off the profits. And his godmother most likely wouldn't mind hosting them in her home for a few months until he redeemed his investments and got established.

Yes, he could do that, but he didn't think it was fair to have to give it all up after the years he spent looking after the estate, preparing to manage it, and putting up with his mother's abuse and machinations. His mother, an authoritarian, possessive and manipulative woman, had died, but even dead, she was still trying to decide the direction of his life.

He glared at the list of names of suitable suitors his mother had left for him. Even dead, Baghra Morozova still wanted to rule his life, she still wanted to take part in choosing his future wife, something she had tried to do in life, but had failed. The first two names belonged to the women he wouldn't choose even if they were the last women in the world.

“Elizaveta Medvedeva and Zoya Nazyalenskaya.” he commented out loud, looking with a mix of anger and contempt at the names on the paper. “Of course you would put on the list a woman like you and another who idolized you.”

No matter how beautiful, well-born, well-educated, and wealthy each of those seven women on Baghra's list was, marrying any of them would be like marrying his own mother. At least she hadn't said in her will that he was obliged to choose a name from that list she left. His choice was between not getting married and losing everything or marrying someone of his choosing within the deadline given and receiving his inheritance and ensuring his sister's financial security.

Aleksander felt another wave of anger flooding his body, he got up and went to the wall where Baghra Morozova's portrait hung.

“Do you really think I would choose to court or marry any of them knowing your preference for them?” he asked, facing the portrait of his mother once again and shaking the paper in front of him as if the portrait could see it.

Of course the portrait wouldn't respond, but even so, he could hear his mother's harsh, emotionless voice calling him a fool.

“Do you really think I will make your wish come true?” he couldn't help but ask the portrait once again "Do you think I'm still that little boy you could control?”

He poured another shot and stopped in front of the portrait again. He studied his mother's face, which, despite her severe and unfriendly expression, had always been beautiful and not even time and death had taken away her beauty.

His mother had raised him to be a great man. She had raised him to believe that he was better than others because he had money and was a descendant of an old, wealthy family. She had taught him to be proud, that he didn't have to bow down to anyone. She had taught him to be strong and merciless. She had taught him that he shouldn't depend on anyone and walk his own path. She had taught him that love was something fragile, fickle and ephemeral. She had taught him that there was nothing more important than power and that there was nothing wrong with being ambitious, with wanting more and being proud of who he was.

For many years he had believed in his mother's teachings. But everything changed when he was thirteen and he and his sister had an accident. Morozov Hall, his family estate, also known as the Little Palace, was located in the Tula Valley, the most fertile and productive region in the entire country. But when he was eleven there were two years of drought that had prevented the harvest from growing properly, followed by two years of rain so intense that almost all of the harvest rotted in the fields. This had caused families to consume all their food stores and then there was famine in the Tula Valley.

In the first year of heavy rains, he and Ulla were riding a horse when a sudden storm hit them. Their horse had been frightened by lightning and knocked them over. When they fell, he had grabbed his sister's body to protect her from the impact with the ground, but he had twisted his ankle. Somehow his little sister managed to find help in the middle of the storm and the two were rescued by one of the tenant farmers. The man, Mikhail and his wife, Irina tended to their wounds, warmed them, and shared what little food they had with him and his sister. They dressed them in their children's best clothes, put them to sleep in the softest beds. And when the storm passed, the man had taken them back to the Little Palace.

Mikhail only accepted a small reward for what he had done, claiming that he had done no more than was his obligation. Aleksander was old enough to understand what had happened and to see through the man's refusal. He was proud to have helped those in need and returning him and Ulla safe and sound to their family was reward enough for him, despite the difficult time everyone was going through. Those people who barely had anything to eat helped them and taught him the most important lesson of his life. It was because of that generous family that he understood that it was his duty to take care of all his tenants, as their well-being and prosperity meant his and his family's well-being and prosperity as well. That experience taught him that even the least powerful person could make a difference in the world and that he, the heir of the Morozov family, was not only in the position but had the power to improve the lives of everyone who lived and worked on the family estate. So he started helping that family. At Aleksander's request and insistence, his mother agreed to pay for the three youngest children to receive a good education and obtained positions for the two oldest as apprentices in a tailor's shop.

His mother had taught him to be like her. The world had taught him that he could be whoever he wanted to be and the last thing he wanted was to be like his mother. And at that moment, as he came out of that memory and faced his mother's face again, Aleksander knew exactly what he would do.

He would live that year enjoying everything his family's wealth had to offer him. So in the week that the deadline given by his mother would end, he would gather his personal belongings and those of his sister, dismiss all the servants, pay them a sum sufficient for them to live well for the rest of their lives and set the mansion on fire. He would watch his home burn before leaving. Oretsev could keep the title, the money and everything else, but Aleksander would never allow the Little Palace to be in the hands of an abject being like him.

Happy and satisfied with his decision, he raised his glass to the portrait, as if raising a toast, looked into his mother's painted eyes and laughed. Anyone who saw and heard him might think he was completely drunk, but he had never felt more sober in his life.

“This is what I will do, my dearest mother.” he said sarcastically “I will wait for your deadline to run out and then I will burn the Little Palace to the ground! I would rather see my home reduced to ashes than accept one more order from you or see that idiot living here.”

To punctuate his words, he drank the rest of the whiskey in his glass and dropped it on a table as he left the room.

[queenflareon]

So, I wrote this Drinny Christmas fanfic last year and thought I might post it here.

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I saw Aunt Ginny kissing Santa Clause

Harry was truly desperate. He had a promise to keep. To his godson.

Eight months ago, Ron and his wife Natalie had managed to fulfil their dearest wish and adopt a child. Their son Benjamin was three years old and from the moment they met him, he held their whole hearts. The poor child had been given up by his birthparents for having magic and it was also the reason why he had remained unadopted until now. That poor boy had had such a bad start into life and was still very shy and timid.

But when he had heard his cousins Lizzy and Annie, George’s daughters, tell him about seeing Santa while they visited America, the little boys whole face lit up and he asked his parents if he would meet Santa, too. George’s wife Emma and Fred’s wife Marie had grown up together in America both practically being raised by Emma’s grandmother Elisabeth. The two friends had left America as soon as they finished school (and had shortly after met Fred and George), but the love for Elisabeth made them take frequent trips back there. And during the most recent visit, she had insisted to take all her great-grandbabies to take pictures with Santa. While Fred and Marie’s son Eddy and George’s and Emma’s son Jonny were still too small to appreciate the experience, the girl had talked of little else since.

And Harry had made the mistake to promise Benjamin that Santa would visit them on Christmas.

Harry had thought it would be easy. Just one of them had to dress up. Hermione, his fellow godparent, had however pointed out that while Benjamin might not understand it was one of them, the older children would most certainly do. He had wanted to convince Hermione’s fiancé Alex to do it, but they had already promised to join his family on a family vacation as Alex came from a muggle family as well as Hermione, sneaking away for a while wasn’t an option.

So, Harry had spent the day desperately visiting every single person he could think of. Sirius and Remus might have helped, but it was too close full moon. A time when Sirius never left Remus’ side.

Neville would have loved to help, but his wife was due to give birth to their son any day now, so he could leave her.

All this led to Harry standing in front of the office of one of the last people one would associate with Christmas cheer.

“Potter, will you just stand there all day or actually come in? I have other things to do, you know?”, came the voice of Draco Malfoy from the office.

Harry took a deep breath and marched in.

********

Draco almost burst into laughter after hearing this ridiculous proposition.

“Why on earth would I do that, Potter?”, he asked, not seriously expecting a reply.

Potter’s face grew from embarrassed to determined. “Because you owe me.”

Ah, there it was. Whenever Potter needed even the tiniest thing, he brought that up.

He wasn’t wrong, of course. Potter had spoke in Draco’s favour in his trial after Voldemort was defeated. It was probably the only reason Draco had not been sent to Azkaban and he was even allowed to keep his families fortune, which he had inherited after his father’s death in the last battle. He had even inherited his aunt’s fortune somehow, which he, of course, didn’t touch, but gave to Longbottom so he could use it for something good. And Draco had to admit he had really done well with it.

But all this support was not undeserved on his part. After seeing the horrors Voldemort’s minions had inflicted on the students in Hogwarts, he and a couple of his friends had discreetly started to help the other students. And he had also helped Potter find and destroy one of the horcruxes. That had to be good for something, right?

Still, every time Potter wanted something, he brought this up. And Draco was tired of it. That was ten years ago. He felt like he had really repaid his debt by now.

Just as Draco was about to tell Potter in a not so friendly tone that he was done with this “debt repayment” he caught a glimpse of someone walking past his office. Someone who always caught his eyes.

Instead of a vile refusal, Draco sighed in defeat. “I must admit I don’t understand why you didn’t ask one of the countless members of your fan club, that follow you around here.” Potter visibly flinched. Fair point, Draco also would never let any of the people that grovelled at his feet into his home.

“I will help you. But if I do, this is the last time you can use this ‘You owe me’ crap. This is it, understood?” Potter eagerly agreed and with a “You won’t regret it” and “I’ll owl you the details”, he quickly left Draco’s office.

He didn’t have to know Draco wasn’t doing it for him.

******

Harry was in the best possible mood as he made his way to the elevator.

“You’re in good spirits today. Did Jennifer give you a proper goodbye before she left to visit her family for the holidays?”, he heard a teasing voice next to him.

Harry laughed as he saw Ginny standing there.

In his sixth year, he had believed himself to be in love with her. When he had tried to kiss her, her reaction was to punch him and then laugh at him. And after a moment, Harry had laughed as well. It was quite an absurd situation after all. While he could admit that she was certainly an attractive woman, she was more like a sister to him, much like Hermione.

“Jennifer’s leaving tomorrow, so I’m still looking forward to my ‘proper goodbye’. What brings you here? You seem to be here more often as of late.”, he remarked as they stepped into the elevator together.

“Can’t I just be a good daughter and visit my dad at work? I don’t have that much to do during the Quidditch season break. And I can’t hang out with mum all day. As much as I love her, she is really driving me insane lately.”, Ginny complained. She was really agitated. Harry knew how much Molly was bothering Ginny about settling down and finding a husband. Ginny had only brought home two guys in the last ten years and both times it had gone terribly. So Harry really didn’t blame Ginny for not sharing details about her love life with her family, especially her mother.

****

Ginny was rolling her eyes at another of her mother’s tirades of being worried Ginny might end up alone.

It was Christmas Eve and Ginny was at her parents’ home along with Harry and Ron, Fred and George with their families. Percy and Bill and their families would join them the next day and Charlie would drop by tomorrow evening.

“Even Harry is in a happy relationship and ready to settle down.”, Molly exclaimed and turned to the man she had basically adopted as her son. Harry blushed. “We’ll see what the next year will bring.”

Damn, her brothers were all so not helpful. Ginny didn’t want to settle down at the moment.

She was at the peak of her career, finally team captain of the national team as well as the Holyhead Harpies. Holding the record for most goals in a game in world championships. And next tournament, she would take the record for most goals total in the world championship tournament.

What is more, she was perfectly happy with her life. Going out with her friends, enjoying time with her family, spoiling her ever growing number of nieces and nephews. Life was good. She wanted to settle down eventually, but she still had time. She was only 27! And she hoped she wouldn’t have to look for a guy to settle down with anymore. But of course, her mother didn’t know that last part.

“I’m so excited to see Santa.”, her wonderful sister in-law Natalie chimed in. Bless her, she was a good one. Though Natalie’s husband didn’t look happy at the mentioned. Ron at been furious when he heard who Harry had recruited as Santa. But his wife had quickly reprimanded him for it. Their son’s happiness was the most important thing and not holding onto old grudges, she had told him. To everyone’s surprise, Arthur had agreed with her and told everyone ‘What a fine young man’ Draco had become. When that hadn’t convinced Ron, Arthur had said that as a father it was his duty sometimes do things one might not be happy about. After a long list of examples, Ron was still not happy, but promised to behave.

Before anyone could add something to that, a knock at the door announced said man’s arrival.

Ginny watched with glee has her two nieces and three nephews took turns sitting on Santa’s lap. Emma and Natalie were busy taking photographs from every possible angle, much to Santa’s dismay. Fred whispered into Ron’s ear how he should simply enjoy his old enemy being humiliated in front of the whole family. That earned him a grin from Ron and an elbow into his side from his pregnant wife Marie.

But Ginny just stood there, impressed by how well Draco was taking the whole ideal and how sweet he was to the children. Especially with Benjamin who was very shy.

“What do you wish for this year, Benjamin”, he asked the little boy in a fake deep voice.

The little boy looked around to all his family members and was unable to speak.

“You can just whisper it into my ear if you want. I won’t tell anyone.”, Draco promised in a warm voice.

Benjamin considered it for a moment and then went to whisper something as well as he could with the white fluffy wig and beard on Santa’s head. Ginny saw Draco’s eyes water for a moment and flash the boy a smile. “I have no doubt at all that your wish will come true. An such a sweet boy as you will surely get many wonderful gifts as well.” Benjamin hugged Draco tightly before hopping of his lap and ran to his mother.

“I told them, he is a really good man.”, Ginny heard her father say while standing next to her.

“He is.”, she agreed curtly, not meeting her father’s eyes.

“Any woman would be lucky to have him. I’m sure he would take excellent care of anyone.”, he went on. Ginny looked at him in confusion, but he just chuckled lightly and went to see if Marie needed anything.

When Santa was taking his leave of the children, Molly ushered Ginny into the kitchen to take a basket of food out the back to Draco as a thank you. Her mother would never let anyone leave her house without food.

The children were all busy opening one present they were allowed to open this evening and their parents were all chatting about everything and nothing, so it wasn’t hard for Ginny to sneak out into the garden. And there was someone already waiting for her.

“You know, the beard really suits you.”, she teased him while he was practically ripping the fake beard and the wig off his head.

“Very funny!”, he said in a sarcastic tone. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

She chuckled at that as she presented the basket to him. “My mum packed all this for you. As a thank you for your help. And because she loves feeding people.”

Draco nodded. “That’s very nice of her. Though really not necessary at all.” He was sporting his proud face, as Ginny called it. Some prejudices were really drilled deep into one’s brain.

“Please. Don’t pretend you didn’t practically inhale the birthday cake she had sent to me. It wasn’t your poor house elves that ate it.”, she teased him, poking a finger into his chest.

He gently took her hand in his as his mask crumbled. “I didn’t say your mother wasn’t a great cook. You know full well I enjoy all the leftovers of her food you bring over to my place.”

For a moment, they just stood there and looked into each other’s eyes, countless emotions swirling in their gazes, their bodies filling with warmth, despite standing out in the cold winter air.

“I have to ask. What did Benjamin wish for?”, Ginny said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

She knew she had to return inside soon even though she could stand out here with her boyfriend forever. Eight months they had been together now, though no one of her family knew that. Bringing home guys was already really rough for her but him? They would go insane.

But Ginny knew she had to eventually. And strangely, she wanted to.

Draco’s warm gaze turned to the hand he was holding. “I will not tell you. I promised him that it’s a secret.”

After giving him her most adorable pout, he added “but it was something very sweet and selfless. He’s a good kid. But don’t tell his father I said that. Don’t want him to get the impression I’ve gone soft.”

Ginny wanted to counter that he had, but she just opted for wrapping her arms around him.

“How did Harry even convince you to do it? I’m pretty sure my brothers made bets about that. I hope you didn’t let him use the ‘You owe me’ thing again.”

Draco was avoiding her gaze, concentrating on rubbing circles on her lower back where his hands were resting around her.

“Oh Draco, you can’t allow him to keep doing this. His requests get more ridiculous each time. It’s been ten years. At some point, it’s truly enough.”, she reprimanded him.

“In my defence, I told him this was the last time he could use that excuse. But it’s not the reason why I agreed. Maybe I just wanted to catch a glimpse at a certain someone. And give her something to smile about.”, he retorted, still avoiding her eyes.

Ginny’s heart warmed even more. She had offered to spend some time with him over Christmas, but he had insisted she should enjoy the time with her family as they rarely were all together these days. He was right about that of course. It still made her sad knowing he was all alone over the holidays. His mother had remarried a few years prior and was living in Paris with her husband and her young stepchildren. She had invited him, of course, but he had told his mother he didn’t want to spend Christmas around small children. In truth though, he always felt like he was disrupting her world when he visited her new family, reminding her of a past life and dark times. Ginny knew Narcissa wouldn’t have cared, but she also knew Draco loved his mother too much to do that. So he always met with his mother apart from her family. The one time Ginny had formally met Narcissa, not too long ago, she had looked at Ginny and told her she was hopeful that would change once she had grandchildren whenever that day would come. And Ginny had blushed at that, naturally.

“I can drop by later for a bit, if you want to.”, Ginny offered despite knowing he would refuse.

“I’m fine, darling. I’ve spent many holidays alone.” He must have seen on her face that had been the wrong thing to say, so he added. “Besides, I will spend the rest of the evening indulging in these delicacies your mother prepared, and I will probably pass out from it.” Ginny chuckled at that.

“I’m afraid I have to get back in now before someone misses me, but I think Santa deserves another reward for his efforts before that.”, she mumbled against his lips before claiming them. He pulled her even closer to him as they deepened the kiss.

****

The next morning, all the Weasley grandchildren were sitting together and the living room with Lizzy and Annie telling their aunts and uncles who hadn’t been present the night before about their meeting with Santa.

Bill’s and Fleur’s second daughter Claire was barely prevented by her mother from telling her younger cousins that there was no Santa Clause. But her older sister Victoire and Percy’s son Arthie were patiently indulging their younger cousins by agreeing how great meeting Santa must be.

Benjamin was opening a new gift, looking at it in confusion. Practically growing up as a muggle, he was not used to magical toys yet. Lizzy and Annie went to their younger cousin and tried to comfort him, believing he was disappointed in the gift.

“Don’t worry, Benny. If you don’t like it, Aunt Ginny can ask Santa for a new toy.”, Annie said to her cousin, while stroking his back.

All conversation stopped at that. Ginny looked at her nieces in confusion.

“And how would she manage that, sweety?”, George asked his daughters in unsuspecting amusement.

Lizzy answered, “Last night after we opened the presents, we went out and saw Aunt Ginny and Santa kissing.”

Everyone now turned from the girls to Ginny. Naturally, she tried to just play it off and gave a forced chuckle. “It was just a peek on the cheek. To say thank you for taking the time out of his busy schedule to come to you guys.”

But her nieces wouldn’t let her get away with it. “No!”, exclaimed Annie. “It was a grown-up kiss!”, she insisted.

“Like mummy and daddy do when they think we are in the other room.”; Lizzy added.

Well, at least George and Emma are blushing along with her now, Ginny thought to herself.

Before the two five-year-olds could go on, Penelope said “I wonder what’s in that big package.”

Ginny was so grateful at least her sisters-in-law were always willing to save her. But while Ginny was safe from the kids now, she could see she wasn’t so lucky with the adults.

“Well, young lady, I think we need another place setting tonight.”, her mother exclaimed in an upset voice.

****

Charlie didn’t come home too often. He loved his job, and it kept him very busy. But the rare occasions when he did come home, he always enjoyed himself. Seeing how his nieces and nephews had grown, hearing what was new in the life of his parents and siblings and their partners.

Tonight, there was a strange mood coming from some of his siblings. Well, mostly Ron, to be honest. But no one seemed to explain what had happened. Charlie had asked his father once, but he had only chuckled and mumbled “I knew it”.

But Charlie decided it didn’t really matter. He turned to his right asking his sister how training was going.

Ginny really seemed relieved for the conversation, though Charlie didn’t know why.

Ginny’s new boyfriend (though the couple didn’t seem like they had just started dating) seemed a bit stiff at first, but after a few dishes and some conversations with the women at the table, he seemed to loosen up.

At the end of the night, Draco was even cracking jokes with Fred and George, all the while holding Ginny’s hand under the table. Ginny mostly spent the night happily watching him interact with everyone. And when a conversation over Quidditch started, even Ron joined in.

Charlie chuckled at Ginny’s embarrassed and enraged red face when Molly asked Draco after the kids had gone to bed and they had had a round of fire whiskey how many children they were planning to have. And even more at Draco’s reply “That’s hardly for me to decide. I don’t have to carry them.”

Yes, Charlie thought it had been an perfect evening and he was looking forward to all of them being together again like this next year.

[the-hubworldian-chronicles]

Cup-Rose Angel

Rose for short, member of nobility on the Inkwell Mainland, orphan of a decorative teacup and coffee mug. Cup-Rose is the only Hubworldian character to have officially time traveled - decided by a chronological distance of over 120 years and significant jet lag effects of travelling - though she did not have full control over the situation.

Born in the Cuphead Territory during 1909 to the Lady of the Land and her Lord consort, Rose is more durable than her mother but more ornate than her father and has a fully connected head, body and neck. In 1919, both parents and Rose’s closest handmaiden died via an anonymous assassination shortly after the birth of twin brothers who more closely resembled their father. This attack caused the remaining family to split up as though she had to train to take over her mother’s title, the young cups were taken to their great-uncle who lived and studied on the smallest of a colony consistent of three and a half islands.

Shortly after coronation, Rose sought out an abandoned studio to turn into a small college as was tradition set by her Grandmother. After contacting Kate the late estate agent (try saying that five times fast) she was given permission to explore the lobby of the studio resulting in an unknowing scene change to the mid to late 1960s alongside a costume change caused by what she thought was construction tar dripping into the bowl of her head.

Shortly into the complications of being a cartoon twice over she encounters another “Angel” type character though this one was blonde and if not for the posters the resemblance would be lost. Regardless she seemed familiar and they hunkered down together. During this time she encountered the Ink demon and through nothing but wishful thinking formed a bond between them, though it’s safe to say that after what Wilson did this has been lost to the cycle.

After being lured to a secluded boardwalk Rose and Mani (pronounced “Mah Knee”) were ambushed by the first to use the name Alice Angel and though one escaped, Rose ended up falling to the inky depths. Waking up in the back office of a casino.

At the mercy of the Devil himself she ended up being saved by his boyfriend who told him that it would be “entertaining to see patrons’ reactions to a dove-winged devil taking their orders.” She was tested and given a waitress role in the dining hall almost on the spot but negotiated a protection clause where she could reciprocate physical contact with harm to mortal customers and staff below her level, though at the time it wasn’t very useful. Running between tables and counters whilst at the same time avoiding the more carnal customers when she could was payment for the loan on an old bungalow as though her status of life was debatable she could not leave hell.

About six months in she was delivering papers to the same back office when she noticed a loophole in an immortality contract thanks to her training from nearly a decade prior and spoke out. The look on the customer’s face said it all and once the fine print was added and policy changed she was half-interviewed and half-interrogated resulting in a promotion to “Floor Manager” which took the more physical aspect of Dice’s job and placed it onto her, partially because they expected her to shatter.

Oh something shattered alright. It was a confrontation between her and an abusive patron who had been grabbing at young ladies all night and she took over for his table to tip the power into her favour. If being a lawmaker only teaches you two things, it’s how to spot loopholes and how to make them. The second he grabbed her wrist and went to slap her she dragged him out front and gave him one round the face. He then threw her across the ground and, somehow over the threshold of hell.

She returned home the following night, after closing the casino but to the surprise of everyone, grandmother included, she was there to open in the morning, right on time. She continued to bounce between ink machine, inkwell and its hell for the next two years until she was deemed too embarrassing by the [REDACTED] and pulled from her bed in spring of 1930 to be [REDACTED] for the next seven years, experiencing the modern age until [REDACTED] waking up [REDACTED].