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jhuzen · 2 years ago

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Helloooooo. May I request an angst fic with comfort with Kazuha? I find not much angst Kazuha fic so.... If it is too hard, you can change to another character (or if you like so).

The idea here is... maybe.... forget a special occasion? Im bad at idea lmao, so you can write any idea you want

Thanksss so much

-UwU anon-

esteemed guest [gn/m.reader]

yo boi’s here to answer some requests because i have been pent-up from my workload ughhh. thank u UwU anon for this lovely request, i have been meaning to write for our dearest samurai <3, also this was supposed to be a normal “i forgot your bday” trope… but… the drama queen in me could never live that down. so please… bear with this dramatic one-shot, i hope you don’t mind the drastic trope change (pls don’t be mad). definitely did not write this while listening to susato’s alt theme serenade. ugh. her chara theme song is too good.

𖦹 moderate angst, hurt/comfort, non-linear style story, descender reader (i kinda miss writing for an otherworldly reader, which i remember the last one was xiao’s), mentions of death, i heavily romanticized loneliness

To wait is to face the bittersweetness of the lonely company. It is to welcome the nights of coldness with no one to keep you warm. It is to embrace what little left of time in between your meetings, always often ending in promises that are to be kept despite the odds.

To wait is to painstakingly nurse the hope within you that he will come back.

And to you, Kazuha is worth the wait. He always will be — from the very first time you and him met until the last breaths that you could manage should he be there for you on your death bed. Though you had every confidence that death is something not to worry about, it does leave you relatively concerned at the prospect of passing without even having to chat with your most endeared companion.

Kazuha was your everything, he pulled you out of that loneliness that you were slowly sinking into, giving into the depths with a warm embrace as you resided in the desolate islands of this broken apart nation. He was just a wandering ronin, hiding away from the prying eyes of the shogunate, and you were quite literally not from this world, taking refuge in an unknown place in a world you only took a chance at to flee from the atrocities of your own home.

Quite frankly, you and Kazuha were both rifts adrift at sea, only to find solace in each other’s loneliness and somber company, both grief-stricken and exasperated after being trapped in the throes of your own lives.

Your status from your home meant nothing now, but even that was something that you can forgive and forget as long as the samurai in exile was by your side, visiting you every so often with a small smile on his face, offering you the company that you can only long for after having it so cruelly taken away from you in your isolation.

So to wait… to wait was nothing. It was something that you can bear through — dressed in your finest robes, under that familiar big tree by the shore where your lonesome house stood, you would wait for him to make good on his promise of companionship.

But never had you expected that it would be soon that he would break his promise, leaving you by your prying thoughts that were so needlessly merciless, undying and full of doubts that ate away at you. You figured it was the loneliness that was plaguing you that must have caused it. It was madness — pure, unadulterated insanity where you had no hopes of climbing out of. It felt like a vortex pulling you in.

However this time, your samurai’s gentle hands would not come to hold yours to the rescue.

The first time he’d forgotten your promise was when you finally mustered the courage to share him a piece of your home world — a mere recreation of a dish from your family, which was honored by most people as it was prepared and ate by people of your status back then, in a way it was as if to introduce him to the family you’ve deserted, the family that would have loved him so, so much.

You’ve foraged through the entire island of Tatarasuna on that day, waking up before the sun could make an appearance just to make the most of the day. It was often that Kazuha would arrive by the day to have as much time with you after all, and the thought was enough to make you feel giddy. You ought to create a good Teyvat rendition of your family’s cuisine and so went on a trip, trying to find substitutions to the entire recipe (you’ve yet to see which ones were poisoned, considering the fact that your body can be a little bit different compared to the residents of this world).

Your heart was filled to the brim with elation and excitement coursed through your veins as you prepared your proxy delicacy in hopes to share a piece of yourself to Kazuha. He had done so much for you these recent months, and cooking a favored dish of his was one of the gestures that you can hardly forget. And you ought to return it with the same amount of love and care as the one you’ve felt from him.

You finished your dish with pure satisfaction — now all that was left was to wait for him.

And so you waited, and waited, and waited. Until the night fell with no traces of the ronin, leaving you perplexed.

Your gaze drifted to the dish that you created, finally taking a spoon and taking a good bite out of it.

Your eyebrows furrowed — there was something lacking, “…Hm. Not sweet enough,” you murmured before getting up to write down the things you could improve on.

That day passed in the company of nothing and a not-so-sweet dish.

The second time he broke your promise was the day you ventured out into the city of Inazuma. Although exiled, Kazuha made no reservations in telling you about the city of his beloved nation — it was bustling with people in the day, yet as quiet as a ghost town at night. Everyone worked on clockwork and always seemed to have a tight schedule to follow. Kazuha was a free-spirit and often moved against it, following the wind’s will and his for the most part.

You remember chastising him about the importance of punctuality, but Kazuha managed to weasel out of it by serenading you with yet another romantic poetry that held no destination nor a dedication. You often told him that clothing told stories of different variations — some told tragedies, some with honor, and some with the fiery passion of romance.

“I’m rather curious about this new form of storytelling…” you could feel your skin tingle as Kazuha’s hand ghosted over the nape of your neck, gazing at you with something you can only decipher as a gentle adoration that left a feeling that stirred within your core. It almost rendered you tight-lipped, only to realize that he was implying something.

You remember almost losing the composure of someone of your status (no doubt your family tutor would smack your palms if they saw you), eyes blown wide as your jaw stuttered out an unintelligible gibberish before sighing as the ronin laughed, “You’re… you’re lucky I know how to sew.”

“Is that an acceptance to my request?”

“I’ll make you the finest garment.” You assured him that time and sealed your promise with a smile, much like how he also promised to come back the next.

Your hands skillfully wove a thread through the hem of the sleeves — you figured taking an inspiration from your good friend’s clothing would be a way to incorporate the interwoven stories that you and him now share in this world. You would have to thank the seamstress of your family, with enough of your curious and persistence, he gave in and taught you the basics of weaving and stitching certain patterns into the fabric with a clean finish.

A fond smile crossed your face, surely despite the fact that Kazuha wasn’t able to fulfill the promised meet last time, he would make it up to you this time.

However even your self-assurance was cut short when the monstrous doubt decided to claw its way up to the surface from the deepest pits of your form, its canines sinking into you like an unforgiving beast in your home. It had you writhing in agony as the thought of your esteemed guest forgetting his promise — clutching onto you like a needy child unable to let go of its parent. It was a seed of doubt that you refused to entertain, but it was a persistent and intrusive thought.

Your frown was evident that day when the sky had fallen into soft hues of oranges and violets, the clouds crowning the sky and the sun ready to slumber like almost everyone in this nation.

The night was catching up soon and your esteemed guest is not present. It didn’t take long before a heavy feeling weighed itself on your chest, pushing you down into a familiar twinge of disappointment that you felt on the first

You remember coming back inside your abode that night, eyes narrowing as your gaze lowered to the robes you managed to finish. You tilted your head, immediately pouncing on the chance to scrutinize your own hard work.

There was a dissatisfied look on your visage, “Not vibrant enough,” you turned on your heel, brisk and swift before marching down to a much different part of the house, unable to look at your craftsmanship anymore.

The third time he had forgotten to make good on his promise, you were certain that Kazuha had long forgotten about you just as much. But there was a sliver of hope that thrived within you, a tiny flame from what little spark you have left.

A soft croon left your lips as you looked up on the moon, bathing in its soft glow that oversaw the entire nation. Your feet dug into the sandy shores nearby your desolate home, as the gentle breeze caresses your face. It was bittersweet that the wind reminded you so much of him. He spoke so highly of it and the wind itself embodied the freedom that Kazuha shouldered on his own.

“Third time’s the charm!”

You puckered your lips and blew into the leaf, barely managing to replicate the ronin’s music. Kazuha’s laughter went unnoticed as you looked at him with disdain and a face that absolutely just gave up, “Are you sure this is not a jest? I am quite certain plants cannot create music.”

He plucked the leaf from your hold and flashed you a sweet smile with mischief at the corners of his lips, “Hm? You lack technique, I’m afraid. Watch and learn.” And what you failed to do, he did so with ease and class, only rendering you speechless. You always did appreciate people that have talent, they were the best kind of people and your adoration for them never was lacking.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to make sense of his apparent technique, only to be startled when Kazuha barged into your personal space, his lips almost ghosting over yours with that unyielding grin of his — so sweet and so gentlemanly, always leaving you at the edge.

“Shall I show you how?”

Your eyes never failed to drift to your companion’s lips, tempting and supple, curved perfectly into a smile that can knock the wind out of your sails. And yet being reminded of it now… does not aid you in the slightest. He was always just a strand of hair away, it was always a paper thin distance, it was like being lured into a trap but you were far more aware than the usual, and you absolutely loathed it now.

But even under the daylight, you closed your eyes and blindly walked into it.

“…Sure.”

Third time’s the charm, indeed, you would desperately believe in it just to see your beloved ronin once more. The company that you sought after being lonely for so long. And yet, as the soft waves caressed your bare feet, even with the crows that you’ve domesticated, you found yourself wallowing in the grace of loneliness once more.

You leaned over to your rippling reflection in the water with a pout as you stewed in the growing emptiness in your heart. You reached out a hand to touch the reflection, watching yourself distort as you concluded your final thoughts.

“Maybe it’s you… who is not enough.”

That night, you never bothered returning to your home.

Time was against Kazuha as he itched with want and longing. You were just an island away now that he’s here in the city. He managed to aid the traveler’s quest and had done his friend good service as he fought against the very woman that took Tomo away from him. And now that everything quelled, he wondered if you were alright — if you were still around and still waited by him under that tree like you always did.

And even then, that was the least of his worries. You may be just an island away, but even that can’t stop anything or anyone to disturb you… or even potentially harm you in the first place.

“Kazuha! Let’s go cel— ah? Already going?” The tiny floating creature by the traveler turned to him, concerned and confused.

Kazuha only gave an apologetic smile, “Forgive me for not being in the celebration, I have to check on someone.” He couldn’t afford not having you by his side, not after having to leave you on your own. He didn’t forget, he could never forget; you were the beaming priority at the top of his head constantly.

“Must be someone so important if you’re leaving so soon! Okay! Bring them over if you have time!”

Lucky was he that he didn’t even have to ask the Alcor’s captain as she already hailed a the anchored ship for him to take. The captain might have managed to pry a thing or two about you from the samurai, after all. And for how much work he’s done in being one of the heroes in Inazuma, Beidou figured this was a reward Kazuha would be deserving of the most.

And it only took a good few hours, even less when Kazuha didn’t bother waiting on the ship’s anchoring, already jumping down from the deck to the sandy shores. Just over that cliff was your home, where you would be, safely waiting for him with that smile of yours that he hoped to dream of in every slumber of his.

“Did you know my people can die from loneliness?”

His head rose from your chest, opening an eye to peer at you (you were generous enough to lend him your body as his bed for the moment after his exhausting trip from Liyue). Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes at that time, and he wasn’t too fond of that, “What’s with this topic all of a sudden?”

“Hm? Ah. No. It’s just a fun fact.”

“Fun…?”

“Mm… I take it back.” You sighed begrudgingly, “It’s not a confirmed phenomena, however. It’s still partly a hoax. But people have seen deaths that come from the inside of our bodies, born out of nowhere but the constriction of their heart. I feel so bad for them.”

Kazuha nodded in sympathy — there was always something far more heart-wrenching at the thought of dying from loneliness. Though bittersweet, he was far more thankful that his friend went with dignity and honor. He perched his chin on your chest with a small smile, “It’s a good thing you’d never succumb to that then.”

Right. He may not have told you out loud, but it’s another promise that he forged. He will never leave you alone, and he made that decision the first moment he laid his eyes on you on that one faithful day. And Kazuha can only hope that you can be forgiving in his absence. He will tell you everything and apologize a hundred thousand times if it meant he can finally whisk you away from this.

“Though it’s sad… our world has always valued death. It’s a beautiful send off, y’know? Once we leave the plane of existence, our body dissipates in the prettiest flowers.”

Kazuha’s pace picks up as he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts, perishing any form of doubt that tried to chase him in this seemingly hundred mile run.

His breathing was ragged as soon as he reached his destination, only to face complete emptiness. There was no disturbance within the air but the winds howled and he could detect a faint smell of something new. It was fragrant, almost like flowers.

The wind blew harder and he was faced with petals swirling around. His heart stopped.

Spring is still a good few months away from now.

A lone petal draped itself on his shoulder and he could barely stop the dread that soon rose through his throat as a sick bile. Bitterness burned through his throat and he could feel his stomach drop by a mile. He stewed in the silence as desperation slowly curled around him, strangling him so mercilessly.

Far too late.

Much like him back when his friend was ripped away from him by the threads of fate and life.

He fell down to his knees, unsure whether it was the weight of devastation or exhaustion that prompted him so. Numbness was slowly spreading in his body, like a poison that cannot even be stopped in the first place. His mind raced with thoughts of ‘what ifs’ of what could have been and what should have been, of what could have happened if he risked at least a day to see you once more.

“…I never forgot… I hope you knew that. I could never.”

“Ah… that’s comforting.”

In an instant, the samurai’s head shot up as he briskly looked over his shoulder and there you were, standing with a basket in hand. No doubt you’d have been foraging at this hour.

Suddenly, there was ease in his heart as he quickly stood up and ran towards you, soon finding himself completely entangled with you.

Warmth flourished in Kazuha’s chest as he clutched onto your robes tight until his knuckles turned white. There was desperation in his eyes and even he couldn’t lie as he prayed that this wasn’t a hallucination of some sort, that you were here with him and only him. And perhaps it was because he was able to save his nation from falling into a miserable fate, as his prayers were answered the moment he felt your arms wrap around him, warm, gentle, and comforting, like always.

He could feel himself getting lifted up and he refused to let go — not even just to look at you. He wasn’t one to take things for granted, especially not after the scare he just got.

“Welcome home, my most esteemed guest,” your voice was music to his ears, far better than what he could have been hearing in that celebration by the city.

“I deeply apologize for my tardiness,” he murmured into the crook of your neck, lips pressing a ghost of a kiss on your exposed skin. “I hope there is forgiveness and mercy in store for me.”

You only laughed, squeezing Kazuha in your arms tighter, just as equally afraid to let go as he is, “Of course… patience is a virtue any good host must acquire.”

“I have so much to tell…” and finally did Kazuha open his eyes, only to see the crew a few meters back, waving at him. “…And a few guests in tow.”

He finally leaned back to gaze at your face that he missed so much. In his opinion, no amount of photos can capture the absolute beauty your visage held, you were his beacon in his darkest moments, and no other person can measure up to the company that you bring him.

And you could say the same for him — even with the traces of exhaustion on your beloved samurai’s face, he exuded that gentle beauty that no one could hope to imitate in the slightest. Oh how you truly missed him.

“I’d be honored to have you.”

Kazuha hopes that you mean it in more ways than one.

#btw italicized dialogues are flashback dialogues #just putting it out there to avoid some confusion lmao #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gn reader #kazuha x male reader #kazuha x gn reader #kaedahara kazuha x male reader #kaedehara kazuha x gn reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

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chthonicgodling · 10 months ago

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AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

In preparation for the press conference - Elysium Drama Update that I’m gearing up for - please enjoy - a PRE-update SUMMARY! it was either this or several essays.

[wow look at me on the cusp of nsfwart????? I should hope it’s common knowledge by now that the Elysium palace is goth slut central pls but if this is a surprise to you then. Uhh. surpriiiise]

Behold! a refresher course on Loki and Maci and Tory’s existing history in the Elysium’verse!! Yes, most of you following me heeere probably,, know all or most of this but it is CRUCIAL for me to hammer this home so that we can all hyperventilate together

[[like I.,, need you to understand why the Current Shenanigans are making me lose my mind. I Just NEED you to understand What We’ve Been Through with these three (two) morons.., in order to appreciate WHERE WE’RE AT NOW. do you get it??? do you gET IT??? DO YOU SEE WHY IM WHEEZING??????!! WHY IVE BEEN CLAWING AT THE WALLS? OKAY-]]

Sure it is probably way too early to post this here cause I haven’t even started to DRAW the update this is leading up to, but I extremely like how this came out and plus you all on Tumblr have surely seen my shrieking and my incredibly vague posting about them and the [REDACTED, UP NEXT, SITUATION] recently. the crackship name for the NOT A THROUPLE I PROMISE is Taki Fuego (lol🤪) and if you click that you can SEE the insanity I’ve been talking about for a month and a half with my jaw on the floor and no sign of stopping….. I can’t believe any this Lemme tell youuU-

and so,, I’m very sorry to hype and run but! Stay tuned indeed! at the very least this is colorful to look at while we all now descend into eager madness together. Tory (& Epi & Vryk & half of these decisions) belongs to hiatused @fenixethekid who MAY be trying to kill me with these current canon turns of events, idk yet

Stay tuned stay tuned stay tuned<3 also don’t tag this with the m word lmao

#also - I summarized A MILLION THINGS here but I’d be happy to elaborate extensively on anything if anyone has follow up questionssss #pregnancy //#my art #long post #ASK TO TAG #Elysium comics #taki fuego #Elysium drama update

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forcefully-awoken · 4 years ago

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this was commissioned by @bokutobabie who is apparently me as we share the same kinks and tiktok fyps

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cw for uhhh lovey doves things, cream pies, dilf zeke pls just tell me

Zeke takes pride in all the ways he’s better than his father.

He was never abusive to his children, always kind and doting. He can’t even find it in himself to be angry at how things didn’t work out with their mother. It led him to needing a babysitter for all the long nights he finds himself away, or simply locked up in his study. He might be distant, a little too wrapped up in his work, but he’s still better than Grisha. It’s all he could have ever really wanted in life.

That is, until he meets you.

You’re the babysitter, and fuck if that cliche doesn’t burn in his chest sometimes. He’s tried so hard his whole life to be a better man, to be the best man he can be. And then you saunter into his life, all wide-eyed and innocent, practically begging to be corrupted by him. It’s like something out of a dream, out of some terribly cliche porn. Worse yet is when he does finally get you into bed, it doesn’t scrub the need for you from his system. He finds himself craving you more, inviting you over for whole weekends while the kids are away.

It’s how he wakes up one morning, to see you laying in bed next to him, and realizes he’s in love.

The realization overwhelms him, creeps up into his chest, and makes a home there. It crashes into him, one beat after another until he gives in to the urge to wrap himself around you. Even in your sleep, you move with him, wrapping your arms around him as he settles his head onto your chest. He inhales your scent, loses himself in it. You’re so warm underneath him, so malleable, with curves he can (and had) gotten lost in.

“I think I love you,” He mumbles the words into your skin, hoping his confession goes unnoticed. His hopes die when he hears your sharp inhale of breath, and when you tense under him he begins the plan to move out of the country just to avoid you.

“Well,” You start, voice coming out breathy, but your body begins to relax, “That’s good. Because I know I love you.”

He’s on you in less than a heartbeat.

“Say it again,” He insists between kisses, “Please.” You laugh, and he wonders if this is how Icarus felt flying close to the sun.

“I love you,” You repeat, taking his face between your hands to lock eyes with him.

“Fuck,” He breathes the blasphemous word into the heaven you’ve created, “Please let me fuck you.” You don’t respond verbally, but your legs spread just enough for him to settle in between them. Your eyes dart away when he tries to tug your shirt up, his heart stops and then shatters inside his chest.

“Let me see you,” It’s a plea, he’s begging already, but it’s worth it for the way he can feel your skin heat up beneath him. You meet his eyes briefly, before your shirt is pulled over your head and tossed to the side. He takes a selfish moment to stare at you, though he knows he makes you uncomfortable. He can’t get used to seeing you spread out for him; it makes him wonder what he did in a past life to get so lucky.

He only takes that moment though, before descending on you.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, large hand coming up to cup your breast as he does. It’s hard for him to tell you how he feels, hard for you to hear it sometimes. He’s ravenous for you, consumed with the need to prove his words with actions. His teeth come forward to catch the bud in between them, rolling it around until you’re whining under him. He repeats the motion on your other, he wants you desperate, he wants you needy.

He wants you to beg.

“Please!” Your resolve folds like a chair, as soon as his fingers ghost over the apex of your thighs, “I need it!” Zeke chuckles against your chest, leaving behind another sore spot as he sucks at it.

“And what, exactly, does my little girl need?” His voice is low, full of heat, a promise flirting around the edges of it. “Use your words now, I know you can.”

“I want your- your tongue on me,” Your voice is little more than a whisper but it’s music to his ears. His body slides further down, settling himself between your already shaking legs. He taps your hip to wiggle your underwear off of you and then his mouth is on you. You’re already wet, the slightly tangy taste of you flooding his mouth. His tongue circles your clit just to hear you gasp and he thinks-

I could get used to this.

He doesn’t have long to ruminate on the thought, not when your fingers tangle in his hair and he can hear your whispered pleas for more, right there, more Daddy, please. Zeke feels his own hips grind down into the bed, desperately seeking out any friction they can find. His fingers prod at your entrance, sliding in with little resistance with how wet you are. God, it never ceases to amaze him how much you want him, how plainly attracted you are to him. He moans against your cunt, the vibrations making you cry out.

Zeke always been good with his hands, and this is no different. He finds your sweet spot with practiced ease, targets it with sure and steady finger tips. He can hear you babbling above him now, the mix of stimulation between his confession and his fingers driving you steadily mad.

“Zeke!” Your fingers tighten painfully in his hair when you cum, but it’s worth it. Your cunt gushes for him, practically blossoming in front of his eyes and he thinks that if he doesn’t get inside of you in the next few seconds he might actually die. He guides you down from your first high and sheds his pants as quickly as he can without getting tangled in them.

His hands curl around your ankles now, pulling them up up up until they’re around his neck. Zeke wishes he had a camera to take a picture of you like this. You already look well and truly fucked, despite his cock simply rubbing up against your folds now.

“Don’t tease me,” He thinks your voice might hold some annoyance if not for the way your hips are canting upwards, trying to get him to slide into you. “It’s not very nice for a man of your advanced age.” Brat.

“Little girls like you shouldn’t speak out of turn,” His voice is teasing, the tip of his cock already pressing into you. One sharp jerk of his hips and he’s bottomed out, your hands scrambling to grab at the sheets. “That’s my girl, hm? So sweet for me.”

“Only for you,” You parrot back, eyes shining with tears. It makes his heart swell in his chest and he manages to lean forward, pressing your knees further down and his cock somehow deeper just to capture your lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss. Only once he feels you relax completely does he pull away, settling back so he can watch where your bodies are connected.

“My perfect little girl,” Zeke coos out, delighting in the way you come alive under the praise, “You take me so well, make me feel so good.” He can see your mouth open and close, struggling to form a reply when his hand drops down to rub a circle around your clit with his thumb. He barely touches it, leaving little glancing blows but it’s enough to have you tightening around him so much he can hardly move.

His hips never stop the slow and steady pace he’s started though. He may not be able to pound away at you like he wants to, like he used to be able to do when he was younger but this, he’s found, is better. He gets to stroke his cock through you, slowly building up the pleasure he knows grows like a knot in your stomach just to unravel it with a few simple moves of his fingers. Zeke loves the way he gets to enjoy this, enjoy you, and he can’t help but tell you so.

“You’re squeezing my cock so tightly, am I really that good to you?” A rhetorical question laced with only the barest hint of his latent anxieties. You can’t find your voice to respond, too lost in moaning for him but your pussy flutters around him and he thinks that’s answer enough. “You know I love you, don’t you sweet girl?”

This, it seems, is too much to handle for you. Your back arches off the bed as your mouth drops open into a perfect circle. He does have to stop moving now, settling for pressing deep inside of you just to feel the contractions of your pussy. The feeling of it is what pushes him over the edge, spilling his cum deep within you. He holds himself there for as long as he can, content to simply watch the return to normal. When his cock is too soft to stay inside of you only then does he pull out. Both of you hiss as the sensitivity but soon enough he finds you in his arms again, pressed as tightly as you can.

“Did you mean it?” He almost wants to laugh at your question- it’s a bit late now to worry over his words isn’t it?

“Of course I meant it,” He comforts you nonetheless, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you.” You're silent for a few moments, and he swears he can actually hear you thinking before-

“You should meet my parents then.”

#cw daddy kink #cw unprotected sex #zeke and related debauchery you know #it’s just being in love with dilf zeke ok #zeke x reader #zeke jaeger x reader

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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so the context for this one is that im arab american but i've lived in america for my entire life and have yet to visit my homeland

but in ancient arabia during the islamic golden age ( like the tenth century in particular ) a woman named mariam al-ljliya , she's also known as mariam al-sturlabi , took the craft of making astrolabes to another level.

the first astrolabe is said to have been invented by apollonius of perga.

mariam's version of the astrolabe precisely gave the position of stars and other celestial objects , which had yet to be done by anyone. she and her father's surnames soon became "al-sturlabiyy" which roughly translates to "the astrolabist"

i grew up not liking arab history or my heritage in general and have always been taught to praise and worship eurocentric inventors and scholars , and there's nothing wrong with liking eurocentric inventors , but mariam's story humbled me.

and it made me realize that i had to be fair to the discoveries in other parts of the world. i actually have so many historical facts in places like arabia , southern africa , southeast asia and south asia , and i could only do that by accepting the fact that my education has been close minded and minimal.

knowledge can be synonymous to power if we let ourselves look into the histories in the other parts of the world.

Referring to this.

Oh yes you are so right. Most of the time you think “this was probably found out by some white guy in the 90s.” whilst in truth, knowledge isn't limited to one place. It's just a question of having the resources to study or not. (Which is why I'm always getting mad whenever someone says that “the Europeans and their descendants are better than anyone else”. Shut up. You just had luck to be born here and have the privilege of having pale skin. This is rare so pls don't think that this is a normal mindset over here.)

I also heard of her before. Which is why I'm also having huge respect of the Ottoman Empire during their time. Don't get me wrong, I'm everything else but a expert for that time but if a woman was allowed to have her knowledge acknowledged and study already tells me that they were further advanced than Europe ever could dream of during that time.

Also, please don't dislike your heritage. There is beauty in everything.

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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5,

Chapter 6

Summary: The Weasley family have traditions about marriage and Bill has to respect them if he truly wants the reader become his wife. In the attempt to respect his family wishes the weasleys have to visit reader’s grandparent Tim Grant who has a lot of things to say

Word count: 5K TOO LONG I’M SO SORRY

Warnings: none(?

A/N: Hey! part 6 of this thing. I’m so sorry to update this late but it was a complicated chapter and the longest so far. I’ll try to make small chapters from now on and the wedding is aproching, you guys!! i’m sooo excited to publish that part but we have to wait a little more for that.

So, as i’ve said in the last chapter, i changed some things from de canon like Bill being attacked by Grayback and such. it’s just for the plot of this series ok? hope you don’t mind guys.

Anyways, like always, english not my mother language so pls let me know if somethings wrong. Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Your life is not enough

You needed a couple of weeks to fully recover, even if it meant having Bill on your back every hour and taking you away from your duties with the Order. The mission that Remus Lupin gave you had to wait until further notice, all for William's excessive concern about your wounds

The task of keeping you away was complicated, more so when the Death Eater attacks had gained strength that no one expected. The members of the order spent twenty-four hours a day on watch with no time for breaks, even Bill went three days without sleep until you, still recovering , left the room and dragged him back with you regardless of his constant complaining. Molly supported you in the decision - thank god - telling her son not to worry that the rest of the Order would keep their eyes fully opened and he could rest comfortably next to you

The drastic change in Mrs. Weasley's behavior confused you because there was no reason for it, but the relief helped make your recovery quicker and less painful. The healer who you the morning after the accident with the Death Eaters took too long to close the wound as it was a curse wound and it needed a counter spell to heal properly, but not having one, he used other tactics and Dittany to help it heal. However, the help had come too late, and the scar was a throbbing fact that stung terribly when you made the slightest move. The healer said the burning and discomfort would go away with time, but the redness would stay forever. You thought that would be the last of your problems until you got your first glimpse of the result of the attack.

It was a disastrous thing, but it could have been much worse. You sighed as you looked at your disheveled image in the bathroom mirror. You had just taken a shower and Bill was still dressing in the bedroom. You took off the robe Ginny had given you a night before, watching the scar glisten across the valley of your breasts ending above your ribs. You sighed again, if you didn't consider yourself pretty before, at that moment you felt awful.

A new figure appeared in the reflection accompanied by a bright smile. William wore his white shirt tucked into his pants, his bow tie dangling from his collar and his suspenders placed perfectly flush against his shoulders. You smiled, looking at him through the mirror.

“Getting used to your dazzling new short hair?” You asked as you noticed Bill's nervous hand run over his head for the fifth time after the shower. Bill groaned, burying his face in your neck.

“I hate this style”

“And why did you cut it off, then?”

“Mom made me," he stated, tightening his hands around your waist, "She wants me to make a good impression, and for once I wanted to please her in something”

“Wow, your mom wanting to impress my family? That's new”

“Well, not every day you get to visit Lord Voldemort's brother," you gave him a bad look, smacking his hand, "Too soon for a joke, sorry”

You shook your head, escaping from Bill's embrace putting perfume behind your ear, on your wrists and neck. You gasped when a small drop of perfume touched your wound, reddening it. Your eyes lost in the scar again, knowing that even if your dress managed to cover most of it, the initial edges would be exposed like the body of a worm crawling through your clothes. Bill discovered your discontent. He hugged you again, running his fingertips over your sore skin as he kissed your bare shoulder. Maybe you couldn't see it, but for Bill you were perfect. Not just for the way you looked, but the beautiful heart that, even if he didn't deserve it, you had given him without any qualms. You deserved to be appreciated by the rest of the world, not just by him.

“I love you. You know that, don't you?”

“Even with the scar?”

“With the scar even more. It shows how brave you are and you should be proud of it. You saved Mad-Eye”

“The others will see it”

“It's their problem, not yours. You're still the most beautiful woman in this world.

You smiled, stroking the short hair of the man behind you.

“Not as much as that”

“You're right. I stand corrected. You are the most beautiful woman in both worlds”

“William...”

“I'll help you get dressed," he said, noticing that you were blushing up to your ears. William smiled without understanding why a sweet comment could make you blush, but not the fact that he was looking at you naked from the waist up. He picked up the dress hanging on the dresser reaching over to help it over your head pulling it down gently so as not to hurt you. Then, he zipped up your back leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

Bill's false calm didn't go unnoticed by you. As you smoothed the folds of your dress you noticed the trembling in his hands and the way his feet drummed on the floor. He was playing with the zipper of your dress pulling it up and down, trying to calm his nerves

“Bill, it's not necessary to do this”

“It is!” He replied looking up. You turned to him, crossing your arms around his neck, "I want to respect the traditions, to do things right. I want to show everyone that we mean business. It's just that...”

“My grandfather scares you?”

“What? No” You raised an eyebrow “Okay, maybe a little”

“You don't need to talk to him. He'll understand”

“I want to”

You gave in to Bill's pout. A few days ago, just after he asked you to marry him, Arthur Weasley spoke to his son asking him how he would go about keeping the traditions of the family. Bill didn't seem to understand what he was referring to when his father explained that the Weasleys used to always, always, visit the bride's parents' home right after the engagement to ask for their approval. Offerings were usually brought in a show of respect and the parents in question would respond by offering dinner for the guests. Bill's eyes widened, was that a real tradition?, he didn't know, “why didn't you ever tell me about it!” he questioned his father in a shout. Arthur knew about his son's untimely ignorance, returning the accusation, “Would that have made any difference on your desire to have her as your wife?” Bill didn't have to think too hard. “Of course not!” he shouted and his father laughed, patting him on the shoulder. His son was brave and would have asked for his bride's hand even from Voldemort himself. Bill was lucky tho cause he only had to talk to the old alchemist Tim Grant.

Your grandfather was the only one in the family who seemed to be neutral in the war caused by his brother, but above all he was the person who loved you most as you had both been banished from the Grants for standing up for your own convictions. Maybe Tim wasn’t an active member of either side, however, the blood connection with his brother Tom Riddle sent shivers down the spines of those around him. The man isolated himself in the Galapagos islands dangerously close to a volcano, where he was sure his brother wouldn’t dare to look for him. The Weasleys, hearing the story from your lips didn’t understand why.

You used a portkey to get to your grandfather's house. Arthur had communicated with Tim hours earlier and the two of them managed to establish a connection undetected for the ministry thanks to the old Grant's powerful magic and his skills as an alchemist. You couldn't hide your excitement at seeing your grandfather again, which encouraged Bill's eagerness to formally introduce himself to his next.... grandfather-in-law?

“Well then, but you don't have to worry. Grandpa is a very understanding man”

“Yeah, I'm sure he is”

“Bill Weasley, who knew talking to an old man would make you so nervous?”

“Very funny” he rolled his eyes, gluing his forehead to yours “I just want him to like me, (Y/N)”

“He likes everyone”

“That doesn't make me feel any better.”

“It will when you talk to him and see there's nothing to be afraid of” You stood on your tiptoes cause even with your high heels you couldn't reach his height. You kissed his cheek, snatching a warm smile from him “He's not like the rest of my family”

“I didn't mean to imply that, I'm sorry”

“It's all right, I know you didn't mean it. Now let's go downstairs, your mother must be going crazy”

“As if she wasn't already”

You slapped his arm as you descended the stairs. You didn't want Molly to hear them and relive her recently dissipated discontent with you

The rest of the family were already near the portkey with their arms full of baskets with offerings for your grandpa and the twins carrying some strange ornaments. Bill's sister Ginny greeted you with a smile, handing one of the baskets to her older brother. Molly and Arthur approached their children, both hanging on the opposite arm dressed in their best sunday clothes to make a good impression. You smiled without waiting for Bill's mother to smile back.

After the accident at Little Whinging Molly's rudeness disappeared. Not that she accepted you with open arms, but she stopped making bad comments and avoided looking at you in a bad way. Bill didn't know what Mad-Eye said to his mother that night when he told everyone how you had saved him knowing how much he owed you, but Bill didn't understand the size of the changing till he saw his mother offer you a piece of litchi pie the night after the attack when you were recovering from the wound. It was not that big of a deal really, but it had left you with a permanent smile on your face.

It was Molly herself who had taken the initiative to encourage Bill to fulfill the family tradition. If a Grant was going to come into their home as their son's wife then she should do it the way they knew. Her first piece of advice to her son was cutting his hair to a normal length. Bill was horrified by his mother's words cause he knew she was taking advantage of the moment to make him suffer with his precious mane. He did it anyway, because there wasn't anything in the world he wouldn't do for you

It was a drastic change, but it was worth it. Molly saw your eyes sparkle at the sight of her son so changed, with his hair cut short and his beard shaved. Your fingers danced over his face appreciating the effort Molly, not yet convinced of your influence at home, had made for you. Molly stifled a smile, unaware even to herself, that you were slowly beginning to win her heart.

You touched the shuttle at the same time falling precipitously in the sand and Harry helped you up with a smile. Then you walked straight appearing in front of a huge house that was sheltered by the foothills of the bubbling volcano on the other side of the island. The twins, like the rest of the family, let out an exclamation of astonishment as Ron, harried by the huge spiders hovering in the sand, ran for the door.

The smell of freshly cooked food escaped through the cracks in the door before it was opened. The twins' eyes widened as they recognized the delicious smell of cooked prawns and coconut sauce wafting over their heads. You knocked on the door three times, then stopped and resumed the knocking four more times. The Weasleys watched you, did you have a special code to communicate with each other?

"Come in" You gave way to them closing the door behind you and sealing it with an unknown spell. Bill waited for you at the threshold as his family was already making their way to the table where a very well dressed Tim Grant was waiting for them sitting in the main chair. Bill looked at him from his position, shaking “We still have time to run away” you joked “If you're not ready...”

“I am," he said confidently.

“Okay”

You both walked toward the dining room. Tim was greeting the rest of the family enthusiastically. Bill sighed. At least Tim seemed to get along with his parents, so that was good. They all filled a seat, with Tim occupying the head and Arthur the opposite end; Molly sat on Tim's right side and you sat on Mr. Weasley's right side. The twins, Ron, Harry and Ginny took the middle seats leaving Bill the only vacant spot on Tim's left side. Bill took a breath before taking the seat and receiving a curious look from the man.

“Ah, how wonderful is to have more people to fill the empty spaces! A table this big doesn't serve any purpose unless it's fully occupied, does it? That's what I always say!”

“Don't you usually get many visitors?” asked Molly, breaking the ice. Bill felt sweat trickle down his back. Tim guffawed, patting the back of Molly's hand on the table.

“I’m afraid so. I think that is cause I'm the only one crazy enough to live near an active volcano and my family's fame doesn't help me much either, I'm generally a lonely man. Most of the time it's frustrating, but I can deal with it. You are a big family from i can see, are they all yours, Arthur?”

“Only the redheads," he replied. You recognized in his tone of voice a slight pride “The other one is...”

“Harry Potter” Tim Grant's eyes sparkled with recognition. He looked at Harry with a smile, bowing his head to him in respect. Harry did the same “I know him. He's the guy who's been giving my brother headaches”

Tim's laughter echoed through the house being followed by the twins and you cleared your throat to get his attention. Tim spotted you from across the table waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, please”

“A little joke to lighten the mood, my dear, oh, are these for me?” he questioned, bringing closer the baskets offered by the Weasleys resting on the table. Bill's basket was in front of him waiting to be properly delivered, so he stood up and did as he should. Tim Grant gladly received it, complimenting the selection they had made “What a cute boy, did you see him, dear,? he's gone red!”

You let out a chuckle, nodding at your grandfather's words. Bill's face was flushed as he returned to his spot and looked down at his hands. Tim guffawed again and banged the table.

“I appreciate the gifts, Arthur, I've never been part of a tradition like this before”

“It was important for my son and the rest of us to do it, to introduce ourselves properly”

“Sure! It's what a family with honor does. I'm not surprised. No, not at all. The Weasleys were in the book of the sacred twenty-eight for a long time until they were struck off the list. Tell me, that was quite a blow, wasn't it?”

“Not so much, my family has never cared about that sort of thing”

“Of course! It never did, I could see it up close. Did you know I was friends with your grandmother, Lysandra Yaxley?”

Arthur's eyes widened.

“Really?”

“Really. My family also once belonged to the most important pureblood families until I was born, of course. Lysandra and I became friends because her family also got kicked off the list when Cedrella, your mother, married your father Septimus Weasley. Even your grandfather Arcturus was removed from the Black family tree which was an embarrassment for him being that the ancestral Black family is too proud and such. Anyway, that's part of life, right? Creating new families, bringing people together...”

“Was your family always purebloods?” Fred asked. Tim shook his head

“It was. As I mentioned, before I made my appearance in this world”

“Why?”

Tim was suddenly silent. You scanned your grandfather's face waiting for an answer. Dinner plates flew in from the kitchen and positioned themselves at each guest's place setting while a huge chocolate fountain was set up in the center accompanied by a plate overflowing with assorted fruit. The baskets took a turn and took a place on your grandpa's shelves. Tim sighed, looking at the Weasleys asking to begin dinner.

“I’m the son of a witch, but not of a pure blood wizard”

“Don't you and Lord Voldemort share the same father?”

“Harry...”

”It's all right, Molly, I can answer that” Tim rubbed his chin, thinking “I understand your concern boy, being hide here doesn't make me ignorant to what's going on out there and I know better than anyone what you're going through. You need weapons against my brother and you do well. Tom is a big threat, a very big threat indeed. You're right, Tom and I don't share a father, but that doesn't make him any less my brother.

“I think we're straying from the subject that brought us here” mentioned Arthur feeling a sudden warmth. You supported him, but Tim continued to speak

“I was the son of Merope Gaunt and Aleister Grant. My father was a famous son, grandson and great-grandson of brilliant alchemists, and unsurprisingly he was one himself. Merope Gaunt was... a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and a Parselmouth. She had a brother named Morfin and my grandfather was Sorvolo Gaunt. My parents met when the Gaunts had just moved to Little Hangleton after their exile and needed a place to stay. They became the owners of a squalor ridden shack on the edge of town and well, my father was a young alchemist who lived near the Gaunt abode”

You sipped from your wine glass as you listened to your grandfather speak. Never, even with the rest of the family, had he ever struck such a chord as he was doing with the Weasleys. The truth was that you didn't understand why he was telling them all that, however, you weren’t interested in interrupting the story as you knew your grandfather had a purpose with him.

“Those of us who are dedicated to alchemy have never enjoyed an enviable reputation because our transmutation abilities are mostly underestimated by the things that magic in general can produce and it makes a science like alchemy reserved for muggles in their attempt to approach the power that the wizards possess. Personally I think there is something right about that, precisely cause the transmutation in the Muggle world is divided into subjects they taught in schools like chemistry or physics, but alchemy goes beyond that, it’s a connection between the wizard and the spirituality that each one possesses...” the man's gaze was lost in a place at the table, pausing the story. Harry settled back on the seat waiting for him to continue “But it's very difficult to erase the deep-rooted ideas about it, so the best is ignore that and continue doing what we believe is right. Anyway, ah! I got off topic, didn't I? Okay, okay, well my parents ended up meeting and my father fell in love with my mother as fast as my socks get cold at night, but that infatuation wasn’t well regarded by my uncle and even less by my grandfather, of course, for the fame of the alchemists at the time”

“So what happened?” you asked. Tim smiled at you, taking a bite of the rye bread on his plate.

“My mother was treated worse than a house- elf by her father and Morfin, so she decided to run away with my father to France where he had several alchemist friends who could protect them. The Gaunts might have been exiled, but they were still dangerous and to be honest I think my father was terribly afraid of uncle Morfin. They eventually made it to France, but they encountered an infamous muggle who tried to hurt my mother”

Everyone stopped eating to pay attention to Tim as he drank his third glass of wine. You thought that your grandfather wouldn't even be able to stand up by the end of the night.

“He was known as Gilles De Rais. He was a sadistic muggle who tried to become a wizard even though he wasn't born a wizard and used my father to tell him secrets of alchemy. One night they were having a conversation when my father revealed him that there were certain amounts of gold in people's bodies. Gold is a very valuable component, as you already know, so the man's greed didn’t take long to show itself and he questioned my dad how it could be obtained. My father told him that the only way to obtain the gold was by draining the blood and dividing it with a very complicated procedure, however, the gold of an ordinary adult was quite scarce. The real wealth was in the blood of children of no more than ten years old because they possessed a great amount of gold and other components that could be transmuted into riches. The muggle did so, and when he learned that my mother was a real witch, he wanted to know if golden blood ran through her veins, which would make him richer than he already was. My father refused, and decided to leave the place before he hurt us, because they knew she was already pregnant. The muggle went mad and unleashed in him a fury that spread throughout France”

The Weasley twins chorused an astonished murmur as the others moved up to the table so as not to miss a word of the story. You sent a glance at Bill as he hadn't stopped sweating and going over his words all evening.

"They wanted to go back to Little Hangleton but my uncle and grandfather were still in a rage waiting to see them arrive, so my father sent my mother alone while he found another place to stay as he could not expose her to the cold streets of France while on standby, so they had no choice but to leave her with her family avoiding revealing my existence to them. Uncle Morfin didn’t want my mother back, but my grandfather convinced him because they needed someone to take care of the house and their needs. Time passed, my father didn’t come back and I was born in the garden of the house while my mother watered the plants”

“My birth was a surprise to everyone because my mother knew how to hide me well until my father's arrival but, as that didn't happen, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my triumphant appearance on my grandfather's favorite bushes. Uncle Morfin was furious and even tried to get rid of me immediately, but my mother clung to me like a lioness.

“Really?”

“Really," he replied with a broad smile, "I think a part of her was still holding on to my father showing up at some point and getting us out of there, but again that didn't happen. Mom had to endure her brother and father's abuse for me and that's a debt I can never repay”

The whole table fell silent, thinking. Dinner continued as a heavy thunderstorm rumbled overhead, accompanying old Tim Grant's story as if it were yesterday. The man paused to eat and the others did the same with no desire to miss a word. Harry's eyes sparkled in wonder and Mr. Weasley's strong hand on yours helped to soothe your fervent anguish.

“I guess that's what mothers do, isn't it? Anyway, the years passed and I had to live under uncle Morfin's shadow and at the mercy of his growing wrath. When I turned five I started helping the market men with their chores in exchange for a couple of pounds which we had to exchange later for galleons and sickles to survive for two weeks. Mom helped bring money into the house, but it wasn't enough. Then, at seven, the Dream Messengers showed up one night telling me I was required to study at the Uagadou magical college in Africa so I couldn't refuse”

“Wait, Uagadou takes students from the age of seven?”

“Oh I see," the man settled back in his chair, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin as he stared at Ron, "I forgot that the rest of the magical schools aren't very well known around here, are they? Well, yes, some schools take in very young students as is the case with Uagadou or the Japanese school. It depends a lot on the traditions in each region i guess, because in the African school they select only descendants of alchemists or who have had at least someone in their bloodline whose spirituality helped them to become one. It wasn't all as easy as that, of course, because each student had to pass a test before having a permanent stay, but....

“What kind of test?” Harry questioned when dinner was over and they start dessert. The twins were the first to help themselves a piece of fruit, playing with the chocolate fountain in the center of the table.

“One that only wizards with alchemist ancestry could pass, Mr. Potter. I passed the test so I had no choice but to move to the castle immediately. I didn't want to leave my mother alone, but she convinced me to do it. Going to Uagadou was a great opportunity for me and for her cause it meant I could follow in my father's footsteps” Tim's face suddenly darkened as he pushed away the overflowing plate of fruit Molly offered him. He folded his hands on the table and thought for a long moment. The twins continued to play with the chocolate fountain but a fierce look from their mother made them stop. Then Tim Grant sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with the handkerchief on his coat “I regret that decision to this day. I could have gone to Hogwarts like any other wizard, but I suppose my ambition got the better of me. Maybe... if I hadn't left Little Hangleton she never would have met Tom Riddle”

You tensed as you felt the pressure of Mr. Weasley's hand on yours a little too tightly. One glance at the others was enough to understand the dread the name struck their nerves. You even caught a glimpse of the hiss on Molly's lips and saw the sting in Harry's scar. Tim let out a chuckle, taking another drink from his wine glass.

“My brother’s father. I didn't hear from him until a couple of years later, when my mother wrote to me saying that uncle Morfin was in Azkaban and that my grandfather had died. She didn't give me many details, however, she did very vaguely mention the presence of a muggle who was quite striking to her. For better or worse, my mother was already forgetting my father, believing that he had abandoned her or, at worst, that he had dropped dead somewhere in France. I didn't believe the same, but it was logical that she got tired of waiting. I would never have grown tired, at least not having loved the way they did”

Your gaze rolled to meet Bill's eyes as he looked back at you. He smiled at you, causing you to blush. Then you both looked back at your grandpa who was sipping a new glass of wine.

“It was a couple more years before I stopped hearing from my family. Mom never wrote again and with uncle Morfin in Azkaban there was nothing that could be done. When I was eleven i returned to Little Hangleton only to find that my mother had married Tom Riddle, got pregnant and he had thrown her out on the street like a dog. She was left with nothing, unable to return to her father’s old house, and was forced to wander in the streets for months, until one rainy december night she went into labor in the middle of an alley. I helped her as much as I could, dragged her to the door of an orphanage where my mother no longer even had the strength to save the three of us. She had her wand in her hand, but she never used it. She gave up in front of me, the baby was born and asked me to name him after his father. She put him in my arms, the door of the orphanage opened, but mother had already died”

“Grandpa-”

“As you can understand, it's kind of hard for me to remember all that," Tim Grant's reddened eyes closed, choking back tears, "I was just a little kid taking care of a baby and I didn't do my best job of raising him. I was upset with my mother for a long time after she died, but I don't judge her now. After living an almost totally miserable life, my mother had no hope and not enough courage to make her want to keep trying, even for the sake of her newborn son. That decision had a considerably negative impact on Tom's psyche as he was growing up I suppose cause I had to go back to school and I couldn't take him with me, I would have! Of course I would have. I tried, but Tom wasn’t descended from any alchemist and there was nothing I could do about that. I tried, Merlin knows I did. I felt the need to leave him in that orphanage. I visited him whenever I could. For a year I went back and forth from continent to continent to see him, but that wasn't enough for Tom to grow up feeling loved. Orphanage life is hard, dear friends, we shouldn’t judge others too harshly, much less a lonely mother” Tim Grant's irritated eyes were fixed on Harry, reflecting deep pain “She was weakened by her long suffering and she never had Lily Evans’ courage. Everyone sacrifices for those they love in different ways, and my mother did it in her own way”

“Why didn't you ever talk about this?” you asked from across the table. Everyone looked at you “when dad asked you so-”

“Your father didn't need any more reasons to support Tom's follies” Tim shook his head “My brother is a very convincing person not only with his family members but with anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has a very affiliated serpentine tongue, he inherited the gift of gab from our ancestors and your father grew up under his influence”

“We're very sorry for what you had to go through, Tim, but there's nothing that can be done about you-know-who and all that's left for us to do is to fight him”

“I understand, Arthur, but that doesn't stop me from blame myself. I did what I could, but an eleven-year-old can't take the place of his parents. When I graduated from school and wanted to take care of him Tom was already at Hogwarts and completely disappeared from everyone's eye," he lamented, scrunching his eyelids together, "That was the last time I saw him as the real Tom and not the ghastly grayish mass he is now”

The twins and Ron laughed at the comment and were immediately silenced by their father. Tim scrunched up his eyes, took a breath and let out a laugh looking around the room.

“Well, enough whining, that's not what you guys are here for, is it?” Bill, that had kept silent, denied when the man turned to see him, "What's done is done, and lamenting won't do any good, but I hope that what I've just told you will help you to see Tom's human side if he still has it, which I doubt it very much”

“Thank you, sir”

“You're welcome, Harry, dear, well? What was you wanted to tell me, my boy?”

Tim Grant turned his full body towards Bill, almost climbing up on the table fixing his huge opaque eyes on Bill's. Bill held his gaze noticing that the man was drunk since the beginning of the evening. He looked to you for help, but you were too busy watching Mrs. Weasley's reaction to hearing the reason for your visit.

“Come on, boy, don't be shy”

“I... well, I wanted to-”

“Oh, Arthur, your son is so cute!” he shouted as he squeezed Bill's cheeks. His brothers and Harry laughed and even Molly hid a mischievous smile by putting a piece of apricot in her mouth “Poor frightened boy. But, come on! I'm not going to make it harder for you, I know you're here to ask for my granddaughter's hand in marriage, aren't you?”

“Yes, that's right, sir”

“Well, that's a great gesture of you, but this is a job for (Y/N)’s parents”

“It is, but you understand that under such circumstances we couldn't pay a courtesy visit to the Death Eaters," Arthur interjected with an amused smile.

“Indeed”

“So...”.

“So..." repeated Tim. You sighed, "You love my granddaughter?

“Yes, sir”

“How much?”

“A lot”

“Are you going to protect her, take care of her, and love her?”

“With my life, sir”

“Your life is not enough for me, William” Tim smiled at him, tapping Bill's chin with one of his fingers “My granddaughter is still a Grant, descended from very powerful wizards. My hand will not tremble to revenge the suffering you put her through, am i being clear?”

“Y-yes, sir. Crystal clear”

“Good boy," he replied, patting his cheek. Then he turned to Molly, took her hand and kissed the back of it, giving her a beautiful smile. The woman blushed, but it didn't last long because the man turned to her husband and bowed his head in respect. Arthur pressed your hand on the table and also kissed the back of your hand, making a promise “Well, then. Arthur, your son has my blessing to marry my granddaughter”

Mr. Weasley raised his glass, offering it to Tim.

“Thank you, Tim. We promise to take care for (Y/N) as a member of our family”

“I hope so." The man rested his chin on his hands, watching the huge smile form on your lips and kissing Arthur's cheek. He turned to Molly lightly patting her shoulder offering her a sweet roll which she accepted with a giggle “It's nice to see you accepting my (Y/N) so well” Molly wrinkled her nose “Since who she is and coming from a family as complicated as ours...it was hard for me to believe that someone from the outside could fall in love with her someday. I always knew my little girl was different from everyone” Tim's brown irises clouded over. Molly fell silent “You could put her in a basket of rotten apples and she'd make them blossom, so I'm glad to hear you've taken her in as one of yours. Being a Grant is a very complicated task, i never had a problem with people speaking shit about me, i was never ashamed to be recognized as Lord Voldemort's brother, but my yoke should not fall on my granddaughter” Molly Weasley listened carefully “I have always been a faithful supporter of being judged individually and not by the others actions, that would be like punishing children for their parents mistakes, wouldn't it? That wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't make us any less guilty than my brother, isn't that what he’s doing? Punishing Muggle-born wizards just because they weren't born under Merlin's blessing? I like you, Molly, I know you understand.

A pain in her chest made her look down, embarrassed. But then Tim lifted her chin at just the right moment for her to catch the moment her son rose from his place to walk over to you and lock you in a breath-stealing hug. Arthur was at your side watching you and then his attention focused on his wife giving her a beaming smile, the kind she hadn't seen in a long time. Even the rest of their children had joined in the celebration and Harry rose to congratulate you while you and Bill happily sealed your engagement with a kiss. Tim moved Molly's chin towards him, their gazes colliding.

“Yes," Molly whispered, "I understand.

“Good” Tim let out a laugh, pulling away from Molly to toast. The woman watched you as she smiled thinly ”Then my story was useful somehow”

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#bill weasley #bill weasley imagine #bill weasley x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter cast #Harry Potter imagines #fred weasley imagines #domhnall gleeson #domhnall gleeson x reader #domhnall gleeson imagine #hogwarts

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rsmrymnt-tea · 3 years ago

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(lia) pls yell at me ab satan, just nice stuff in canon or devilgram or whatever that made u go oooh satan mlove<3 i said that specifically bc im more of a "stick to the canon" person hope u dont mind, but if there are headcanons that u rly wanna let out that's also fine♡

Oh my god… Well—

First off, he absolutely caught me off guard when he offered a pact the second time because what the fuck was that that oath? None of the others ever said anything like that and I had to put my phone down. And when Lucifer was teasing him as he was slowly getting flustered I was like oh… OH! Then later on, after MC and Beel come back and everyone was mad at them for having wanted to help Belphie get free as a motive behind them wanting a pact, Satan was the only one who wasn’t mad, and even encouraged them to go ahead and help Lucifer.

And then his confession!! Oh my god. To be the one being he’s known throughout his entire existence to have quelled the rage within him!! To finally help him feel what love is!!

And even before all those, there’s little moments that made me go ‘Oh?’ Throughout the story

- When he freely offers advice (and a bit of foreshadowing) that MC should go to Simeon for TSL help to prepare for the quiz against Levi

- At the very end of the scene during the retreat where Asmo pulls MC into Helene’s portrait, he seems so upset

- He himself seems rather disappointed that Lucifer stole MC away when during the dance part of the retreat

- That part of the Dogi Magi arc where he’s trying to get his intimacy level with MC up. This post explains my feelings about it (and some of the other stuff I mentioned here) better + that headcanon of theirs of him having a crush or at least a strong interest/curiosity about MC right away has me all shdjfkhd

- Something about his reaction in Ch 16 where he doesn’t completely quite celebrate that MC is Lilith’s descendant. He said that his happiness stems from him being born from Lucifer’s emotions and that made me go ‘huh…’ and had me thinking a LOT about how complex his feelings must actually be about Lilith an the fact that everyone’s so joyful about MC’s relation to her.

- His tutoring arc in S2 where you kind of… Have fun at the end each time ;) But also he’s so in his element that it’s not hard to be like oh my god… please../ You are so smart I love you and your brain

- Skipping right ahead to S3 but anytime he’s NOT talking about cats and instead has a moment to move his arc with dealing with his relationship with Lucifer

- Ch 50 hard mode where he doesn’t join his brothers outside because he doesn’t understand it when they talk about things he doesn’t understand… Heavily implying that they’re talking about their days in the Celestial Realm which he never was a part of

- Almost the entirety of Ch 51 and 52 honestly

- And ofc him facing his fears when they had to fight the boogeyman :((

But of course, the meat of what’s made me go ‘oh, my beloved!!’ about him are all in the Devilgrams and chats.

Let’s not forget that he’s very quickly one the first one to invite you out to go somewhere with him, just the two of you. I’m pretty sure his first 5 chats are all him asking MC on friendly/romantic dates however you wanna see it, then it slowly turns more comfortable and domestic with him trying to get them into a drama he likes and inviting them to watch with him.

(Granted, there seems to be an unlockable chat between him and Levi that implies he’s been using Seductive Speechcraft on them, but in the end it backfires and he falls in love plus I actually really enjoy that layer to him??)

Basically almost all his chats are like… *swoons* in some way either that or I’m just a fucking simp sdgsjhdfghj

- There’s that chat where he asks MC to come with him to the bookstore and then later he says it’s actually a date and asks if they’ll still go if it’s a date

- Him taking them out to dinner after confessing that he won the lottery

- Literally any time he asks MC to the art gallery I want to cry

- That time he gives them a book of spell so that MC can learn to defend themselves since he can’t be around them all the time, despite how much he wants to

- Each fucking time he signs off with that flying kiss sticker askdjgsdkjfghkdfg

This is an unlockable chat from his Ch A SSR ‘Be You,’ and honestly it felt so domestic like sdkhsdfkjgh And it’s a surprisingly long chat, I’ve just taken the beginning and the end here

Then for the Devilgrams—

- Indoor Camping where he and MC just chill in a tent inside Serenity Manor? Also it opened my mind up to how he’s just game to try anything out to see the appeal or if he’ll like it (also they go makeout while inside like hgghnghgng)

- A Teasing Gesture when literally… He basically stripteases and even asks what they want him to do… And tries to be hot and sexy, even pinning them to the bed (with their consent duh) and then he just… Falls asleep because he’s so tired from a long day ;w;

- His Seven Rules of Hell card where I honest to god get the feeling that he got himself and MC trapped in a closed bookstore on purpose for the chance to be alone with them and a bunch of books. This is less of a ‘mmmmm Satan, my beloved’ and more of a ‘Oh! Satan, my beloved, you are so fucking sneaky!’ And idk why but him going to that extent is so hsdghkdsfjg

- And in a similar vein, there’s Caves Require Caution where not only do we get confirmation that he works out and has abs, but he also fucking pulls a sneaky sneaky on MC and has the two of them stuck inside a cave for hours, just huddled up together??? And there’s something about it that kept making me think like… Are they going to do it in a cave??

- The Mysterious Box, which iirc was last year’s bday UR… The ending… Where all he wanted for his birthday was MC… And then depending on how you respond, its implied you get spicy………..

- And a more fun one, there’s I’ll Protect You where you get to see his strategic and intelligent side!! Idk it’s not really romantic (though they do kiss at some point) but it was such good fun to me?

- For You… Where it really shows that he knows jack about love and Valentines but he’s really trying :(((((

- A New Year’s Toast too where he takes MC out and gets an acquaintance who owns a restaurant to have a special menu for them so that they can celebrate New Year’s Eve together after the other brothers fucking brush them off for wanting to celebrate >:( Satan goes the extra mile for them here for their joy

- Also Romance For You??? Where he steps soooo far out of his comfort zone (and bonds with Levi which is nice <3) to learn how to cheer MC on with a light stick dance in a club

- Something To Tell You also has him and MC getting lost like 30ft away from the HoL and man something about it made me go awww… and Oh?? Because he’s willing to fool around in a forest agsjsha okay my guy

- Of course I can’t not mention Search for The Self where he opens up about his insecurities about his inferiority complex and identity crisis :((

- Same goes for Be You… Except we also get to see him go apeshit just a bit and my simping heart went :0 I love him

- AND THIS YEAR’S BDAY DEVILGRAM HELLO??? Saving the best for last because even thinking about it has me going nuts??? He has my whole fucking heart

#lia!! 💚#chat & colloquy #obey me satan #okay this is short but I don’t think i can handle elaborating each one you gotta go see for yourself #And these are all just the ones I can name off the top of my head hnghgngnghgn i have a problem #gosh not me just enumerating as much as i can that has me feeling some kinda way about satan #sihghgighhg

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blindedguilt · 3 years ago

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Drakengard Direct Translations 3 - Chapter 12 deaths

//Me, putting a spoiler tag for a game that’s 18 years old? It’s more likely than you think. Instead of getting to the ask in my ask box like I’m supposed to, or finishing that drabble I was working on, or replying to the two separate threads that have been sitting on my Discord forever now, I did another translation bc I already had the notes >:) I’m a very good person. But yeah uh.... Spoilers.

So first we’ll start with Arioch’s death. Pretty straightforward stuff which makes me kinda disappointed tbh :/ I wanted more censorship to laugh at English for comparison: Arioch: Come! Let us become one... My beautiful children... ~Cue cutscene~ Leonard: Arioch... What are you doing!? Arioch: The greatest... Of feasts! ~BAM~ Seere: Oh...! Th-They’re devouring Arioch! Verdelet: All has become chaos, we have descended into hell... Angelus: Stop your sniveling, the way is clear! Run for your life! Verdelet: W... Wait!!!

My directly translated Japanese version (Stiff for accuracy):

Arioch: Come! Let us become one.... My baby/babies. ~Cue cutscene~

Leonard: Arioch, what on earth are you doing!?

Arioch: A full feast...!

~BAM~

Seere: Arioch is being completely eaten...!

Verdelet: Everything is going mad... It is hell here...

Angelus: It will be closed later... There can be no life for you if you do not follow the path the woman has opened!

Verdelet: W... Wait for me!

//Yeah, not very different besides Leonard being more “arioch pls stop :(” (A simple Nanio!? would have done but since you wanna be like that :///) and Angelus is a lot more clear that Arioch cleared a path for them compared to the English being like “CATCH UP ASSHOLE”. Now we do Leonard’s death which is a biiiit more different.

English for comparison:

Leonard: You know it’s the only way to clear a path. Go, go now! I shall stay.

Seere: No! ... I don’t want you to go, why can’t you come with us!? Why!? Leonard... I don’t want anyone else to die...!

Leonard: ... Seere, you are a fine young lad. You mustn’t be afraid; I will not die. Now go! Please!

Faerie: Hey stupid! What do you think you’re doing!? You’ll get me killed too! And if you die, you won’t see Seere anymore~ Please Leonard, live, don’t sacrifice yourself! Please, please-! Augh, stop, let me go! Gah, you’re too scared to die, right!? Hey, you bastard!! No, no!! Nooooo!!

Leonard: Death need not be the end of hope! Aaaaaaaagh!

~Crunch~

My directly translated Japanese version (Stiff for accuracy):

Leonard: There is no other way to open a path. Now, please go! I will stay-

Seere: No! ... Are you not coming together with us? Why aren’t you coming? I don’t want... I don’t want more people to die!

Leonard: ... Seere, you smell very nice. (*I wish I was making this up. I thought others were when they said it. But no. This is actually what he says.) It will be okay (*This could also be read as “I will be okay”, either way). I will not die. Now, go! Please go!! (*Another note, there really is no translatable phrase to put Leonard’s second “Itte, ikunodesu!” He isn’t necessarily saying “Please go” as a request but just telling him to gtfo in a softer manner)

Faerie: Oi, idiot. That’s really stupid behaviour, I’ll die, won’t I? (*<-Unlike the English, the faerie refers to specifically just itself here, lmao) If you die, you won’t be able to play with that Seere anymore~ (*Fun to note that the faerie quite literally refers to him as “Ano Seere-chan” here) I’m begging you, please live Leonard! Come on, please, please- Uwah! After all, you’re too scared to die, right? Right? Isn’t that right? Oi? Stop! Stooooop! Stoooooooop!! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!

Leonard: The end of hope is not death! (*A better way to say it is “Hope does not end with death”. Neat last words, buddy. It fits the Drakenier series pretty well but for his character? Is it a way of saying he’s finally gotten his “Redemption”? I have no fucking clue. Was it just neat to say? idk if you have an idea what this means id love to hear lmao) URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH ~Crunch~ //So uh, yeah. That was a biiiiit different than the English version in several ways. I’m not sure if I love it or not tbh, and by that I mean,,, do I like the English more???? The Japanese version??? I’m not sure. Both definitely give me feelings, some more uncomfortable than the others. I gotta say though, the last dying screams of the faerie were definitely more satisfying in the japanese version imo <3 hate that little bastard

#||Old Scripts||:Translations #Drakengard #drag-on-dragoon #Drag on Dragoon #Leonard #Arioch #Seere #faerie #Verdelet #Angelus

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ackermanshoe · 4 years ago

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Edited lmao: warning this is kinda pointless and alot of farfetched theory and a veryyy long post please read at your own risk 🤡

Edit again: my analysis when I started it 1 month ago: 👩‍💼🖨️📇✒️🖋️✏️

My post now: 🤡🤡🤡🕯️🕯️🤡

Edit: I started writing this like ages ago but I don't see my own point with this writting and I'm editing it after reading @nini14 's Ackerman breaking the cycle analysis and I feel like both of these go hand in hand. So without further ado:

Triangles

Let's see as we all are made aware that aot significantly revolves around trios of friends such as the following :

Although these are the main trios that is noticeable, other trios can be made out by taking some characters from their original trios to make trios based on looks / character and dynamics. And this is where my argument comes in with this trio:

Their dynamic has always been mother father and son. Now let me explain, idk if anyone has heard about the drama triangle but here

These terms can be applied to MLE trio, Levi being the persecutor, Mikasa is the rescuer and the victim being Eren. In the first 3 seasons at least, Eren was being taken away and his decisions constently put him in danger, Levi being the persecutor who always gives Eren what he deserves for being a pain the ass and Mikasa being the rescuer always siding with Eren and protecting him no matter what. Do you see it?

This is Mikasa to a T.

The following is an example of the dad being the rescuer and the son "junior" being a victim, and much like Eren, could possibly refuse the hand that is helping him.

So that being said now that we have an understanding of their dynamics in the relationship, let's get back to understanding a triangle. Did you know triangles are one of the strongest shape because it has three sides that rely on each other hence shifting their energies on to each side and it makes the perfect shape for a bridge, architectures favourite. Why am I tell you this?

Because these dynamics that every trio is made up of in aot is because they have strong relationships.

Someone mentioned isayama loves putting move triangles and I couldn't help but agree, look at how many times he has placed Eren historia and an angry Mikasa? And subtly he has always ( to me at least) hinted the love triangle between Levi Mikasa and Eren, outside of their father-mother-son dynamic. Personally this makes sense to me the most, fueled by mikasa's dream. A choice was there to make and she unknowingly chose Levi.

Now this brings me to the death of all the trios Levi has been part of, from Isabel & Farlan to hanjo & Erwin to where we are now. Our situation before S4 was EMA+Levi = 4 people but we all know that a square isn't as strong as a triangle so something shifted. Eren, even with him in it Armin and him were more connected as for Levi and Mikasa as a pair it was more obvious. Especially in the conversation EMA had in that stare place as depicted on @gilly-bj 's analysis on similarities between rivamika and Mika's parents. Not only was Mikasa placed directly next to Levi although being feets apart in reality but her lines "another conversation only you two understand" it. Visually and verbally divided Mikasa from Eren and Armin and connected her to Levi. Both alone.

Yet another triangle placed by isayama intentionally or not is Armin Mikasa and Levi.

Because a triangle represents the process of recycle and reuse it also represent the cycle of life, an on going thing that doesn't stop, a history that repeats itself. And going back to Ackerman finally breaking this cycle of tragic fate, will they?

The fact that the whole manga series start at chapter 0 is very suspicious in it self. Why does it isyamaa? A 0, a circle that comes back around? A 0 which represents both the ending and the beginning? Why is the 1st chapter called "to you, 2000 years from now"? ( That's such a fucking impactful chapter name gives me chills )

Before my theory start I just wanna add that the story started from a narrative perspective makes me wanna believe in rivamika even more. Did eldians share the same fate in 2000 years? Who knows, but I know for sure Erens and mikasa's dynamic as the impulsive hotheaded doer and their protective calm but strong friend thinker will continue forever just like the never ending triangles.

I forgot all these ppls names on chaoter 0 so PLS bare with me.

The main dude who heavily resembles Mikasa even tho he is a man, has a incredible power just like the Ackerman's as a human AND he can shift into a titan???? Last time I checked weren't Ackerman's the bio product of titans? Remember is science is on a ongoing journey and forever progressing towards the impossible ;)

Hmmm

The little girl who resembles Gabi, who has the same dynamic as Eren, the girl also looks up to his inhumanly powers, a little too much alike Eren's idolisation of Levi ( and looking up to Mikasa's strength I think )?

Lastly, chapter 0 makes me believe it was set in the future. Look at the buildings, 2 story buildings I don't remember seeing buildings like this in the pre time skip era have you? I could be wrong tho.

If Isayama is as smart as we think he is then he might have related this chapter to the whole plot of aot. 🤷 Or it could mean something. And here's where my theory comes in and it may not be the most favourable for eldians. Let me start with the good part tho, the guy who looked like Mikasa is could be a descendant from the Ackerman clan, but he isn't half and half like Mikasa and Levi, he's full blooded. Which might be why he has the power to shift ( idk this kinda don't make sense since Mikasa and Levi can't buy hush )

So let's say rivamika got married had a family they always wanted and had the peaceful life and 2000 years from then this guy^ existed. Oddly familiar to great great great grammakasa 💀💀.

The cycle never ended for eldians, the whole world could still be mad at them for Erens action and has the prejudice against them for a long time. And the fact that they can shift is never going to change even 2000 years in the future. And the guy ( omg I keep calling him the guy cause I literally can not be bothered figuring out his name ) who lives in a far more developed society with richer civilization within the wall. It could be possible that Ymir or someone erased the eldians memories ONCE AGAIN after the rumbling ended. Because Mikasa levi weren't effected they probably were excused and got to live as they pleased. This dude is also the reason why I believe isayama does not consider the Ackerman's as side characters at all. In the end the story might have actually started with them, alluding to "the ending is just the beginning" as said by kingsama himself. ( Wtf am I saying lol )

So yeah in conclusion as I said yes story is weirdly really influenced by a large amount of triangles and loops. And yes ackerman probably would break the cycle of death after all living through hell fighting hell all for what? If not recreating into a heaven, giving it new life. I do believe in rivamika living the life they are destined for with each other but eldians fate might just be too tragic for me to see them as truly free people who gets to roam around outside the walls as they please.

I guess my point is that everything that goes around will come around, that will bring good karma for the Ackerman's and maybe a repeation of the past for the rest of the world. 😩😩 I think I fully somehow believe Eren is gone for good. Unless isayama draws him waking up from a long dream on his bed then 💀👀👀 I will throw myself away.

Thank you for reading 💞 once again I'm so sorry this post isn't as good as I'd like it to be I am sleep deprived right now and it isn't worded as well as of like it to be. But hope my delulu ness was enjoyable at least. ✌️💀

#rivamika #levi x mikasa #rivamikacanon #rivamika analysis #rivamika theory?#bullshit

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dregstrash · 3 years ago

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let me save you (2/2)

a/n: here’s the second chapter of this fic!! Again, I am very thankful to all my gangmates and just the incredible work they did!

Chapter 1

Ao3 Link

Art by @polekands

Art by @kingdombrekker

The sky started deepening into a deeper twilight. In the distance, there were the discordant sounds of music spilling out of full clubs and pleasure houses. The overlapping waves crashed on the shores and the creaking of resting ships added to the harmony of Ketterdam’s evening song.

The night would have been peaceful, if Inej could just drown out the sobs of the broken men around her.

It had taken her the better part of the day to trail after the Razorgulls that were most likely to know the most and have the looser tongues. Her intel on the gang was outdated, but it didn’t take long to piece together just who might have the information she was looking for. She just needed to isolate and interrogate. Things she could have done in her sleep.

Unfortunately, she was not accounting for her mark to have friends. And for those friends to be a little trigger happy when they saw the dark shadow that was her descend upon their comrade.

When Inej started out in her war against the slavers, she hadn’t fully anticipated the adjustment it took to fight on the water. It was one thing to maneuver around men and their fists on uneven cobble stones, and quite another to dodge around swords on the rocking waves. It was a new routine with a new style. And like with everything, Inej adapted and she won.

But as the men drew their weapons and descended upon her, the rhythms of Barrel fighting slipped back into Inej’s bones as if it had never left.

She dodged and punched when she needed to. She threw her knives with little thought, and she kept her eye on the man that was cowering behind an overturned barrel.

Before Inej knew it, her assailants were down, her knives covered in their blood, and a sobbing man right under the blade of her favorite knife.

“I just need a few questions answered.” Inej spoke softly.

“I-I-I swear! I don’t k-know nuthin’! Just pl-please!”

“Kaz Brekker.” Like a magic word, the sobs silenced. The air almost stilled. The man’s eyes widened even more. And Inej was convinced he knew something. “Where is he?”

“Why would I know where that bastard is?” His reply was a bare whisper, fear making his breath tremble.

“You’ve been encroaching on Dregs territory.” Inej replied slowly. “I hear that they have been making it harder for you gulls to get paid. So, where is Kaz Brekker?”

The knife against his throat dug a little deeper and the sobs that were trapped there almost started again.

“Y-you’re mad! I-I don’t know where he is! I got orders to put some fear into those dirty crows. But the boss ain’t lost his mind enough to take a hit on Brekker!”

Inej’s grip on her knife tightened. He had to know something. He had to. If this man had been tasked with making trouble for the Dregs then she was back with no clues and still no answers.

The man’s breath hitched as Inej unknowingly nicked his neck, and Inej was just about to draw back until he started speaking faster.

“I did hear of some men, down by the docks,” He breathed out, “They were properly smashed and they talked about getting revenge on some bloke or another.”

“What does that have to do with Brekker?”

“Who doesn’t want revenge on Brekker nowadays? Ever since the newer plague and the auction, there's been whisperings that it was time Brekker had it coming for him.”

I suppose it was going to happen eventually. Inej thought. He had always told her that life was an unfair game and he was bound to be on the wrong side of it eventually. That Kaz would someday be too slow to catch the one knife to his back. Inej had always rolled her eyes at that, because if someone was going to stab him in the back, she was going to be there to catch the knife.

“Who were these men?” She said.

“I-I don’t know. But they came from that boat that had just came from Ravka. Pl-please–just let me go.” The man closed his eyes. His pleas still trembling on his lip. Inej could tell that he knew that begging for mercy was about as useful as begging for scraps on rich mercher’s street corners. But Inej wasn’t a woman that was born out of the stones and grit of Ketterdam. She slipped her knife back into her sheath and melted back into the shadows.

Leaving the frightened man still on his knees, praying for mercy.

Inej found herself at Van Eck Manor, more perplexed than ever. She was pouring over the dock reports that Wylan had–something most merchers get in Ketterdam–and there was nothing about Ravkan ships being docked in the last few weeks.

She even ventured to take another look at the reports Kaz had in his office, and even he had no record.

Maybe the lead from the Razorgull was just a coincidence. This was Ketterdam. Everyone wanted revenge on someone. For all she knew, those sailors could have been talking about their captain.

“Any luck?” Jesper’s dark head popped into the study, and Inej shook her head and brought her finger tips to her sore eyes.

“I just can’t make anything out of this. Kaz would have the shipping manifests for all the ships on the harbor, and Wylan should have records of any merchandise that he has bought stock for. Why can’t I find anything?”

Jesper gave her a sympathizing look and dropped to the seat next to her. His hands drumming against the side of his thighs.

“It makes it harder because everyone and their mothers are looking for blood against Kaz.” He sighed loudly then rolled his eyes in her direction. “And from what I’ve been hearing about the Wraith, you’re on your way to being a competitor in that area.”

Inej tilted her head towards her friend, “What do you mean?”

Jesper shrugged, “I mean, I know you don’t make it to shore often these days, but the tales of the pirate ship that sinks slaver boats are legendary. Kaz has made the most profit out of them–as to be expected–but even more merchers around here are looking for blood. We’re talking about the sinking of hundreds and thousands of Kruge. According to some of the Dregs, The Wraith is getting more and more targets on her back.” At this Jesper gave a little smile. “Kaz should be jealous.”

Inej chewed on her lower lip. It was no mystery to her that she was starting to collect animosity with all the rich and powerful in Ketterdam. Even before she took her own crew, she had become notorious. But this was the first time she had ever considered an actual plot against her. She didn’t stay long in Ketterdam every time she did dock.

She had no time to keep her ear to the ground or to hear plots in the wind.

But what does her enemies have anything to do with Kaz?

“Jes…” Inej tested the words against her mouth. The strange question leaving an odd flavor, “How many people…know…about me and Kaz?”

Jesper’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “It depends.” He tilted his head. “What is happening between you and Kaz?”

Inej shot him a look, which earned her a playful smile. It’s not like her and Kaz had ever talked about whatever they were. There didn’t seem to be quite the right word for them–even when she was still one of the Dregs. But it had been clear since the first time she had set sail, her and Kaz had the kind of bond that was born out of blood–and those things are rarely made weak.

“Oh, don’t give me that look, Inej. I’m just teasing. Kaz isn’t around to give me his usual threats, and given that he is at an unknown location, I just missed him. Anyway, not many people really know anything outside of you being a former Dregs. Even fewer people outside of the Slat, actually. But rumors are rumors and they travel like rats carrying plagues. For example, last I heard you had taken to bruning whole fleets of slave ships instead of sinking them and then you use the ships ashes in your own gun powder.”

In an instant, Inej remembered the feeling of gunpowder on her hands. She tasted the bitter taste of blood in the air, and more than anything, she felt the burn of rage at the base of her belly as she glared down at the man whose hands were tied behind his back.

She had been on her way to the Zemeni coast for a supply run. Her crew was exhausted. Their food stocks are low, and the girls they had just saved are ready to be on steady land with safe blankets.

But another ship had attacked. Another pirate ship with the Ravkan flagged was torn up and flapping in the wind. Their captain’s orders snatching in the wind, calling his men to arms. The battle that ensued was drawn out, and bloody. She had lost some crew members that day, but even then, they won.

Those who had not been slain by her men were brought before her, and she could feel the dark storm of anger clouding her judgment. They were a slaver ship, that was of no doubt. But as the rest of her crew brought the girls onto The Wraith, she had noticed that all of them had been Suli. Each young girl trembling with fear, confusion, and hunger were an exact mirror to the girl Inej had been. One of her crewmen came back with the ship’s logs, and found out that this particular company’s targets were Suli camps that were still recovering from the war in Ravka.

It wasn’t uncommon for Inej to set fire to enemy pirate ships, but for the first time in her pirate career, she didn’t feel satisfied with just one ship.

So for the next three months, she used that same ledger to track down every single one of the ships associated with the Broken Ravka flag and personally watch every single damned piece of wood turn to ash.

When her and her crew found every single ship they could, Inej thought that that was the last of the Broke Ravka fleet. She hadn’t even considered that maybe the commodore of scum like that could still be alive.

“Jesper,” Inej said suddenly. “I think I have an idea of where we can finally get some answers.”

“Did you do it?” The gruff voice was back. His whispers carried through the echoes of the room that Kaz was being held captive in.

“Just sent word to The Wraith. They should be scrambling now.” The second of Kaz’s captors replied with glee.

The Wraith?

Kaz’s world was starting to come back to him bit by bit, but he struggled to continue to breathe deeply as if he was still passed out. These bastards were after Inej, and as far as he knew, that basically signed their death sentence.

“How long do you think it would take them to get our money?” The second voice asked.

“It better be soon, or that bitch is going to have a very dead Barrel rat on her ship.” The gruff voice said.

“How do we even know she cares enough about this bastard to pay up?” A third, much reedier voice responded.

There was a beat of silence and it was the first man who answered the question, “I used to be a Dime Lions before the false plague swept through Ketterdam. Brekker found the girl in a pleasure house, and rumor has it that the girl was foolish enough to fall in love with the bastard. From where I see it, she only left Ketterdam because Brekker didn’t want her services anymore, if you know what I mean. If I know anything about women, that girl will pay.”

The other two men laughed at the insinuation, and Kaz’s breaths were trapped in his chest. His rage and anger battling with his will to keep quiet. He was going to get out of the weak ties they had him in, and when he did that he was going to rip them apart.

“You’re sure?” Inej said breathlessly.

Specht nodded grimly. “Broken Ravka has been in the business of pirating for a while, but when the Ravkan war was over they took more interest in indentures. It looks like they got new leadership recently, and it looks like they used to be Dime Lions.”

Jesper exchanged looks with Wylan while Inej looked out the window in thought.

Once Inej had narrowed the potential culprits to being part of the Broken Ravka fleet, it had taken Specht almost no time at all to find out who was running that crew and where they stood on all their accounts.

It came to no surprise to her that they were almost bankrupt. Inej had sent warnings to all the Suli camps after that first ship, and ever since then no other potential sellers wanted to associate with the profit risk they posed. Inej had single-handedly dismantled their entire business. Which would explain the thirty million kruge ransom demand that arrived at her ship almost an hour ago.

“What makes them think that Inej would pay that?” Jesper scoffed. “That’s not even worth the business they were doing previous to Inej using them for pyrotechnic practice.”

Inej cut a look to Specht. The other man shrugged indifferently, “Is it really any surprise that rumor spreads that the Wraith wouldn’t do anything for the devil of Ketterdam? They were practically glued at the hip.”

An overstatement, that was for sure, but Inej hadn’t been impervious to the talk that she generated around the Slat.

She waved a hand in the air, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is we know who they are, we know what they want, and we’re going to find them.”

“How?” Wylan asked. His eyes wide with anticipation.

Specht, Jesper, and Wylan looked at her expectantly. Inej fidgeted with her knives in a sudden flutter of nerves.

Is this how Kaz feels?

As soon as the question came, Inej almost laughed. No, Kaz was never nervous. And she shouldn’t be either.

There was going to be no doubt about it, she was going to save Kaz Brekker.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” Inej started.

The sack that they had tied to his head itched. He could feel the rough fabric scratch against his skin, and the overwhelming smell of onions was threatening to choke him. At least it was distracting enough to take the pain out of the stiffness of his leg.

His captors had barged in so suddenly, Kaz had barely enough time to feign unconsciousness as he had just found a nail that was just close enough to snag on his bindings.

They released him only to put iron chains on his wrists and throw a bag over his head. They marched him outside and the smell of the harbor instantly caught his nose, but what was lacking was the dirt and grime that he associated with Fifth Harbor. The night air was quiet except for his captors’ silent whispers, and even more than that the sound of creaking ships was almost nonexistent. They must have been somewhere in Third Harbor.

This used to be under Pekka Rollins’s care, and Kaz wondered about the connection. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. Was Pekka finally getting the revenge he wanted? Was he using Inej to get to him?

A sudden jerk stopped Kaz and then the sack was unceremoniously ripped from his head.

He felt as if he had lived the moment before. Inej standing at the end of a bridge looking at him with concern with men standing at either side of her. He was brought back to the moment where it felt like his entire world had stopped spinning and as soon as he saw her a piece of him had settled into place, even if she was Van Eck’s prisoner at the time.

Except this wasn’t the bridge, Inej wasn’t the one being held captive, and as soon as Kaz locked eyes with Inej instead of relief, all he saw was pure calculation.

Scheming face.

Kaz couldn’t help but smile.

“You have my money?” The man who Kaz had decided was the leader growled.

Inej lifted her chin up, “And he comes unharmed?”

The captor that was holding Kaz’s left arm jostled him a little, “More or less. Can’t be too careful around the Barrel these days.”

His companion laughed, and Kaz waited patiently. Inej hadn’t broken eye contact with him. Jesper played with the holsters at his side, and looked around while Specht lurked just slightly in front of Inej, his thick arms crossed. She looked unarmed, for the most part. They looked like they were following standard parlay rules, but Inej’s hand was tapping restlessly against her side.

He turned his attention to the motion immediately.

“Where’s the money, Ghafa?”

“You’re bold to attack me, Velend.” Inej ignored his question completely, “Even bolder to steal the Bastard of the Barrel from his own home.”

He laughed gruffly, “I have never been known to be a coward, girl. Again, my money, where is it? If you are wasting my time, I promise you the death of this son of a bitch is the last thing you will have to worry about.”

Inej didn’t move an inch. Her voice was cold when she said, “Your money is probably right where it belongs.” She moved three of her fingers in an upward motion, and Kaz tensed his legs. “Burnt to ashes like the rest of your dirty ships.”

The faint rumble was the first sign. Then it took no time at all for Kaz to sweep his attackers legs and dodge to the side as a terrifyingly loud explosion went off to the left.

Fire started to rain down from the sky and while his captors were caught off guard, it took no time at all for Jesper and Specht to tackle the men that had been holding onto Kaz, and Inej immediately launched three knives towards the man she called Velend.

Kaz’s body was weak from the drugs, his mind still a little slow, so all he could do was watch as Inej danced in front of a man who was twice her size with the strength and power of a full storm. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

Wylan suddenly ran over to where Kaz lay, gunpowder coated on his hands. He made quick work of the cuffs that were binding his wrists, and Kaz had never been more grateful that he had forced Wylan to learn how to pick locks.

“I thought you retired.” Kaz grunted as Wylan very carefully helped him up off the ground.

“Inej asked for a favor.” Wylan said in reply as he deposited Kaz safely in the cover of some barrels. “Besides, if you had died, I’m not sure how I can keep affording to keep my father in prison.”

Kaz laughed, “I’m sure you would have found a way, merchling. Types like you always do.”

Wylan grinned and then rushed off to the other side of the harbor, probably setting ablaze his next round of tricks.

Kaz looked over from his hiding spot, and his heart almost stopped as he saw that Inej had lost the knives she was fighting with. Her hands were empty as Velend charged at her. Her reflexes the only thing that was keeping her alive. Without thinking about the utter exhaustion that was freezing his bones, he started to crawl to her.

She needed his help. She needed him. She–

In a flash of lightning, Inej materialized another knife from her inner sleeve and cut a large gash in Velend’s neck. Blood splattered carelessly, droplets hitting Kaz’s face and staining Inej’s clothes. Piercing scream rang through the already busy night air and all Inej did was stand over the body, her knife dripping from her attacker’s wound.

“Inej–” Kaz called.

And instantly the coldness that had settled in her eyes melted into warmth. Blood coated a part of her face, some of her hairs coming out of her usually perfect braid, but Kaz had never seen her more beautiful.

Sheathing her knife, she came to him and held him up. The closeness of her body brought in more comfort than nausea and Kaz did his best to remain upright.

“Are you alright?”

Kaz smirked, “Doing just fine. Now that you’ve saved me. Does that make us even?”

Inej rolled her eyes, but Kaz could see a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. “We will never be even Brekker. I’ve saved your life more times than you can count.”

He couldn’t have agreed more, and for a man who was obsessed with money, this was a debt he was more than happy to pay over and over again.

A gurgling sound interrupted their moment, and Kaz glanced down at the dying man at their feet.

“They used to be Dime Lions.” Inej said in explanation. “When Pekka Rollins dissolved his gang, a lot of his men took to slave trading. I ran into their company a few months back and destroyed it all. They were ransoming you for how much I stole from them.”

This time Kaz couldn’t hold back his laughter, “They thought I was worth that much to you? I should be flattered.”

She lifted her shoulders in an indifferent shrug, “They had never been very smart to begin with.”

Velend reached up and weakly grabbed a hold of Inej’s ankle. She didn’t shake him off as he breathed his last breaths, and the night was silent once more.

Jesper and Specht had tied up and taken the other two pirates away from the fires, and Kaz looked on. His own plans started to form in his mind.

“I had Wylan take care of the ship they took to Ketterdam.” Inej said as she followed his line of sight.

Kaz nodded in approval.

“Anything else you wanted to do?” Inej said.

Kaz looked back at her. Yes, there were things he wanted to do. Some of them involved getting retribution for the night he had endured. Some of it was to make sure that he refortified the Slat so whatever happened tonight would never happen again. But as he looked at Inej in the bright light of the moon. Her skin glowing with utter radiance, everything else seemed to fade. At least for now.

He reached his free hand up and cupped her cheek. Breathing through the initial flutter of panic, and then relishing in the warmth of her skin, “Yes. I would like to go find my cane and then drink until I see the sun. Do you think your saints would approve of that?”

For the first time this evening, Inej smiled then laughed. Her arms gripped him tighter as they began to walk.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I celebrated the evening. After all, I did save your life today.”

Kaz grinned as they began to walk toward Jesper and Specht. He focused on the feeling of Inej by his side, and despite the night they had. Everything felt right in the world.

#gvbbmb22 #gvbbcreation22 #Kaz Brekker #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #six of crows #crooked kingdom #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #inej saves kaz #and her generally being a badass

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ajbwasntwriting · 4 years ago

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Can I pls request a Bucky x single mom reader? Maybe the kid recognizes him and they bond and then the reader comes and Bucky asks for her number? It’s okay if you don’t wanna write this! No pressure!! Have a great day ❤️❤️

As a child who was raised by a single mother this one was both a challenge and a joy to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This takes place like a week before TFATWS

Bucky Barnes x single mom! Reader

Tags: Fluffiest Fluff, mild ptsd and anxiety, Oranges.

Getting used to the modern world wasn’t that much of a struggle for Bucky, but the civilian modern world was a different situation. He still felt himself looking over his shoulder as he walked. He had locks on all of his windows and a sliding bolt on his front door. He had three phones, a burner he showed his therapist, a smartphone for keeping track of the news and talking to friends, and a third one that was exclusively for communicating with Wakanda. The last of which was a mixture of conversations with Ayo and memes from Shuri.

His therapist was pushing him to make friends and to try online dating. She later told him to ‘play tourist’ and explore what his locality had to offer. Something about it possibly introducing him to new people and at the very least ‘make you more interesting’.

So every week he went to a different place. He started with the Brooklyn Museum, having gone there for field trips as a kid. It was definitely more interesting now as an adult. The next place was the Brooklyn Flea, where he managed to get a record player and some records from when he was a teenager. He smiled fondly as the old tune played through his apartment, bringing back memories of flirting with pretty girls at the soda fountain and beating up bullies with Steve (Well, FOR steve at this time)

This is what lead him to be out in Brooklyn Park’s Harbour View Lawn on a Thursday Evening. They had this event called ‘Movies with a view’ that they did in the summer. The idea of being alone in a crowd of picnic-goers didn’t seem that appealing, but when he saw they were playing the original Dumbo, the same one he took his little sister Rebecca to see when he was 16 years old, he couldn’t pass up seeing the animated masterpiece on the big screen. Besides, if he got too uncomfortable no one would bat an eye to a man leaving an open-air venue.

He put some snacks, a drink, and a book(One of the ‘Lord of the rings’ series as he had been catching up)in his backpack and set out. He arrived early so he could sit on one of the benches. People from all walks of life arrived around him. Families both young and old, older couples searching for nostalgia, lovers looking longingly at each other, groups of friends looking to fill an evening, and so many children. The lawn had filled up so rapidly as people descended onto the grass, laying out their blankets and pulling out picnics they had prepared at home and purchased moments before from their favorite grocers. There was an undeniable excitement in the air as the sun was setting. Despite the fact it was the people watching that had him caught up, Bucky hadn’t noticed the small child walking up to him until she was less than a foot away from him, staring at him with big e/c eyes.

She wore a summer dress with a cardigan protecting her shoulders from the sun. Her hair was pushed back in a hairband. She was holding a yellow teddy bear that wore a silver t-shirt and a red cape and had gone limp from a combination of lost stuffing and age.

“Hi,” Bucky said, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” She walked up and sat next to him. He shifted away from her slightly, aware that this may look odd to any by-passers.

“I know who you are.” The little girl whispered to him.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, trying to remain calm. It was just a little kid, but she was freaking him out a little bit. For all he knew, this small child could be a member of some new black widow program. She smiled widely, revealing she was missing a front tooth.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend!” she half-whispered, half-squeaked in excitement. “Me and my brother saw you at the museum!”

Bucky couldn’t help the nervous laughter that came out of him. He felt himself relax at the kid’s excitement. “You saw me at the museum?” he faked intrigue. He knew there was a display on him in every Captain America museum.

Her hair bounced as she nodded. “There was a big picture on the glass and it said that you were dead, but my brother said you weren’t dead. And I thought he was being stupid, cause,” She looked around and then leaned in a little closer as if telling Bucky a secret “He can be really stupid. He didn’t even know how to tie his shoelaces until he was ten! But I’ve known how to tie my shoelaces since I was six!” She boasted.

“That’s amazing. since you were six? How old are you now?”

“I’m seven and three quarters.”

“Wow, you’re a big girl.” She nodded with a ‘yep’. “But you’re not big enough to be on your own, kiddo-”

“I’m not on my own, I’m with you.” She interrupted him. Following the trend of interruptions, a boy ran up to the two of them, holding a picnic blanket in his arms. He wore blue board shorts with a Captain America t-shirt and Iron man themed sneakers.

“Y/D/N what are you doing?! Mom is looking for you!” He yelled at the little girl. The two looked remarkably similar to each other.

“Look!” she ordered, pointing at Bucky. The boy looked at Bucky and his mouth dropped open, looking like a fish. Bucky wanted to laugh at how cartoonish it looked.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend.” He exclaimed though he couldn’t be heard that well over the chatter of people settling down and the movie being set up. “I knew that you weren’t dead, even before you were fighting Iron Man in Germany. That was so cool, Iron man was all pew pew and Spiderman was all thwish twish and you were in the middle all pow pow” The blanket had since fallen to the ground as the young boy got caught in his excitement and started recreating the movements with the sound effects, punching the air for Bucky’s punches, waving his arms around wildly for Wanda’s magic. Y/D/N looked on bored as he continued his display “and when the dust cleared you and Cap were gone, like dust in the wind.” He recounted epically, waving his fingers in a sideways motion.

“I told you he was stupid.” The little girl commented.

“You’re stupid!” he shot back. Before anything could escalate, Bucky gently put his arms between the children.

“Hey now, let’s not fight. If I have to call the Avengers they’re gonna be mad.” Bucky spoke. He really hoped this would work, and that they wouldn’t continue to fight in hopes of bringing the Avengers down to Harbour View Lawn. The movie started then, music playing out over the crowd rendering the crowd quiet.

“Mom is gonna be worried.” The boy stressed out loud

“What’s your name, son?” Bucky spoke to the boy

“Y/S/N.”

“Okay, Y/S/N. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Spread that blanket there.” Bucky motioned to the empty patch just a step in front of the bench he was sitting on. “and you two will stay here while I go tell the event people that you can’t find your mom.” The two kids spread out the blanket and sat on it. Bucky passed them his backpack and asked them to take care of it so they wouldn’t runoff. He found an event organizer and told them the situation, describing the kids. He returned shortly, the two kids not having moved as the movie played on a screen in front of the open water. He sat back down on the bench just behind the kids, paying more attention to them than the film.

“I’m hungry,” Y/D/N complained.

“That’s what you get for running off.” Y/S/N shot back at her.

“Do you like oranges?” Bucky spoke up behind them. Y/D/N nearly launched off the blanket as she yelped ‘yeah’ back at the man, twirling to look at him. He opened his bag and pulled out his orange, passing it to the little girl. Unprompted, the little girl asked her brother if he wanted half, which he happily accepted. “Sorry I don’t have another.”

“It’s okay, we share all the time,” Y/S/N explained, shoving an orange slice into his mouth.

You are a good ten minutes into the movie when a panicked woman is lead over to them by an event organizer. She runs to them, falling to her knees as she scoops them into a hug. “Oh, my babies.” She sobbed. “You scared me so much.”

“Mooom!” The boy groaned.

She rapidly thanked Bucky and the event organizer, who took their leave once they were reassured that the situation had been handled. “You are both in so much trouble!”

“Can we be in trouble after the movie?” The girl asked.

You were about to order them to get up and leave when Bucky spoke up. “I’ve been able to keep a good eye on them from up here, and there’s plenty of space.”

The joint chorus of ‘pleases’ from your two kids won you over. You sat down next to the man. You two could barely see each other in the dark, but he seemed nice. After all, he had reunited you with your kids.

“Thanks again for keeping an eye on them.” You whispered. “I hope they didn’t give your group too much trouble.”

“No,” he answered quietly “They’re good kids.”

“Not good enough,” you muttered. “They’re excitable, but that just means it’s never boring.” Bucky watched as Y/D/N turned around and pulled a full net of oranges out of your bag.

Watching the movie with company was definitely better. A comfortable silence fell among the four of you, only broken when you had offered him a couple of the bite-sized chocolate bars you had brought. The kids laughed at the movie, your little girl even cheering on the animated elephant. She threw her hands up in a cheer when he successfully took flight, making the two adults chuckle.

“Told you they were excitable.” You giggled.

“Me and my little sister were worse when he first saw Dumbo.” Bucky admitted. “We were on the edge of our seats the whole movie.”

“How else can you enjoy a movie!” you posed the rhetorical question.

Bucky had to admit he thought you were lovely. Just enough seriousness and playfulness rolled into one. So when the lights came on at the end of the movie and he saw how beautiful you were he felt his heart race a little. You were already cleaning up while your children told you how great the movie was. He gathered his stuff and went to slip out when Y/D/N called out to him.

“Where are you going?”

“The nice man probably has places to be-” you began to lightly chastise the girl when you finally saw who you had been sitting next to throughout the movie. “You’re…”

Bucky held his breath. It was one thing the kid’s thinking he was amazing; you were a grown adult. Someone that possibly knew of his history and most likely thought ill of him. He waited for you to say his old mantal, possibly with fear or anger. Instead, you smiled gently,

“James Barnes.” You spoke. A moment later you flustered slightly. “I’m sorry. I work at the Museum of the City in East Harlem. We just did a big-” you stopped yourself before you could ramble onwards. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

It was a breath of fresh air to have someone react to him in such a…human way. “Please, call me Bucky.” He smiled warmly as he fixed his bag on his shoulder. “Can I walk you out?”

After your section was cleaned up the four of you walked out, with the two kids walking ahead of you. Despite how late it was, they still had energy. You had been left to take care of your daughter’s stuffed toy while she chased your son around the park space. “What you said about your sister,” you started, trying to keep an eye on your two kids despite how eye-catching the man beside you was. “I’m guessing that was back in the forties?”

“Yeah. Me and my little sister Becca went to see it. Me and Steve took her to see Snow White and since then we’d see all the cartoon movies. Every time we’d run home and beg our parents for extra allowance and bunk off school so we could see it before the other kids.”

“Captain America and the Winter Soldier…loved Disney movies.” You chuckled. “It sounds like some click-bait title.”

“We didn’t even have to beg that much, looking back,” Bucky recalled, shaking his head. The memories of Steve having an asthma attack outside the theatre because they’d run so fast to get there in time. Becca would pull him in by his shirt while he was still wheezing so she wouldn’t miss the opening cartoons.

“According to the display, you two were quite the pair.” You replied. “They were probably just happy to have you off the street and not causing trouble.”

Speaking of trouble, your two kids came bounding towards you with an angry swan on their heels. “Mommy!” Your little girl shrieked. The swan had given up its chase but the two still charged, Y/D/N colliding right into you and Y/S/N going behind Bucky to use him as a shield.

“I think that’s enough wondering for today.” You passively suggested. Y/S/N agreed as Bucky put his arm around the young boy and keeping it there as you walked and talked. You came to the exit of the park. “I’m this way,” you said.

“I’m the other way,” Bucky admitted. The two kids said goodbye to Bucky, clearly sad to be parting. You thanked him again for what he had done and turned to go with your own goodbye. “Before you go,” Bucky stopped you. “Could I get your number?”

You were instantly shocked. Your mouth opened and closed limply for a moment. “Are you sure?”

Bucky was slightly taken aback at that question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I have two kids?” You said, almost sounding like a question.

“He knows that, mom.” Your son groaned. He looked absolutely bored; your daughter had newfound excitement.

“And I’d like to get to know more about you,” Bucky spoke. You chuckled nervously, looking away for a moment as you felt your cheeks flush then looked back to the tall man.

“I’d like that too.” You confessed, stepping forward. “Gimme your phone and I’ll put it in.”

Without a second thought, he pulled out his smartphone and watched you put your phone number in. “All setup.” You passed the phone back with a smile.

To say the two of you were riding on cloud 9 for the rest of the night would be an understatement.

#mcu bucky #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #mcu bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes #mcu x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f reader #bucky fluff #mcu reader insert #reader insert #fem!reader #fem!reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x fem!reader #tfatws #tfatws fanfic #tfatws fanfiction #becca barnes

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angelathewitch · 4 years ago

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Okay I just finished the ACOTAR series for the first time and I have so many thoughts so I'm gonna write them down.

Also I have not looked at any fan theories or been a part of this fandom very much so all these headcannons are straight from the noggin:

Literally what the fuck is tamlin doing.

Okay getting this out of the way cause its a hot topic. Azriel is my baby I love him but

I would have mixed feelings about him being with both gwyn and Elaine. I love the idea of Elaine being azriels sunshine he deserves light in his life (also their scene in ACOSF had me ejdjbdksks) but also all three bat boys being with all 3 sisters rubs me the wrong way idk.

Gwyn is amazing because she's a badass bitch and if azriel doesn't snatch that up I will. I feel like azriel almost gets bulldozed over by the other bat boys (like he will do the dirty work only because he feels inferior) And I want gwyn to help him stand up for himself.

Gwyn is an adult jfc. I'd be more worried about her trauma.

I am totally a elucien shipper I'm SORRY lucien deserves the world

But at the same time I would totally understand if Elaine couldn't forgive him for his involvement in the cauldron business. That shit was wack. I just want this relationship to be the biggest, most "period drama esqe" slowburn.

I have very mixed feelings about lucien. On one hand lucien has never had a home and when tamlin took him in I can see how that loyalty blurred the lines of right and wrong. But at the same time lucien messed up MANY times where the archeon sisters are concerned.

Nesta deserved her kick in the ass because it was needed. She did not deserve everyone to be a little bitch to her. It felt like feyre was the only one who wanted her rehabbed for nestas sake. I definitely would have preferred Nesta to hit rock bottom and choose recovery for herself (cause alcoholism and things can only be truly solved through self help) Everyone else was uncharacteristically nonempathetic. Idk how Cassian could be okay with her treatment after they mated.

I'm still digesting Rhys and nestas relationship. I like that they don't like each other for most of ACOSF. Nestas reasons for treating feyre poorly are valid, but not excuses. The feyre, Nesta, and rhys relationship thing is weird cause I see all sides. I need more feyre and Nesta bonding they always get interrupted.

I HATE what SJM did to Mors character. What the fuck is up with mor not liking Nesta. Maybe we will get an explanation in the next book but I feel like mor was set up to be a great LGBT character with himbo allies but SJM just dropped her off a cliff. Big mad.

However I do want eris and mor to end up together. Not necessarily romantically, but I want them to have it out and I want eris to support mor. Kinda want them to be mates. Kinda want eris to be gay as well. Kinda want them to get married and them have consorts.

WHY does everyone treat feyre like a porcelain doll when the IC has more collective trauma than anyone else in this universe. Don't get me wrong I'm all about the hurt/comfort but it was so inconsistently written LOL. When the IC was telling their stories the first night they met and then feyre told hers I cackled like sorry but she is a baby

Rhys's trauma is just as recent as feyres... yeah he's a lot older and seasoned but oh my GOD he was consistently assaulted for 49 years. Feyre does very little to comfort him. Idk I feel like it was SO glossed over.

Like in ACOWAR feyre admits that amaranthas hatred wasn't personal it was general, unlike Tamlins hatred. But amarantha and rhys had multiple personal vendettas against each other. Like his amarantha is vaguely feyres tamlin. Rhys didn't even get to kill amarantha. His trauma is untapped. Rhys is the main character feyre is the love interest idc

Idk what yall say rhys is my baby my lovebug my everything. He's got his flaws but you can't love Nesta and hate him at the same time without being a lil hypocritical

But he's fucked in the head for thinking he was justified in drugging feyre every night for 2 months. Almost more mad about that than the SA (I dont really blame Rhys since it is not cannon to me. SJM just messed up 😌 it was so out of character) did he ever really apologize for that??

ALSO I know smj wanted to write like #consentking but half of what he allowed was so unnecessarily dangerous (like the first AND second weaver encounter- if my SO ran off in the middle of a battle to track down a mysterious creature when the task could have been done after the battle I would have be livid. Mor was justified in being mad.)

I'm so mad rhys didn't flatten tamlin during the high lord meeting. Either it will happen in the future or I will burn these books.

THE BAT BOYS HAVE CONNONICALLY BEEN IN THE SAME ROOM WHILE HAVING SEX. the foursomes in my head gets clearer by the day

I HATE the fact that rhys almost had an existential crisis over feyre being so young when she found her mate and not having "lived" and THEN GETS HER PREGNANT??? Are you kidding me. I'm so mad. I don't wanna deal with babies. I hate babies.

But I DO have a fun headcannon that since the bone carver is a death-god or whatever he KNEW nyx wouldn't survive and that is why he appeared as him. Also when the bone carver offered to take feyres first born in exchange for help rather than the oroboughs I think that was also foreshadowing. The only reason nyx survived was because of Nesta and the bone carver had trouble seeing the cauldron.

((Maybe nyx should have died during the birth idk))

Literally I would have enjoyed ACOSF if instead of the pregnancy feyre was busy looking for bryaxis. Literally what happened to him. Wtf

I know the plot armor is crazy thick around the IC but it would have been nice if one of them died. Well, not nice, but more believable. Maybe thats why nyx should have died. Lol I need therapy.

FREAKING HEADCANNON: the archeon sisters are partially fae. Their mom was definitely a descendant and that's why all three sisters have mates. It was hinted that the sisters had mated because they were powerful and cauldron made but Cassian and rhys could feel the pull before the sisters were turned.

Tarquin is the hottest high lord

The whole blood rite thing was stupid. I would have loved if it was spread out over a longer period of time but it was so unrealistic

You know we all love a good #girlboss🤢 moment but the whole valkarie thing seemed 1. Out of no where 2. Really quickly forced (ACOSF should have been like 2 books) 3. If emerie and mor get together life=complete

The inner circle and ther archeon sisters would not get along if they weren't mated to like 50% of the gang

They're too whiny

It's so weird that the mating bond can only be felt by guys??? Lol wut

Okay I know this is a complicated subject but having LGBTs in a universe with mates based in evolutionary advantage seems more homophobic than having a universe without LGBTs LOL. Like their connection can't be as deep cause they can't procreate?? I did like that SJM made up for it a little by saying not all mates are complementary souls.

Hybern was so powerful and for WHAT. I don't understand

Vassa, lucien, and jurian being a trio is so weird 😐

I WANT A NOVELLA ON THE STORY OF AMREN AND VARIAN. They are my otp. If anyone has made it this far and knows of some good amren and varian fanart pls let me know

Okay that is all for now thank you if you read down to here xoxo gossip girl.

P. S. Also I am starting throne of glass and am having a hard time getting into it. Can anyone vouch for this series please I'm conflicted.

Edit: omg I was zooted when I wrote this and didn't realize my phone autocorrected cassian to Caspian RIP

#acotar #acosf #acosf spoilers #elucien #gwynriel #azriel #pro nesta #a court of thorns and roses #a court of war and ruin #a court of frost and starlight #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury

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