#c. Lettie

[agent-mm-25]

Jadis: *Exists*.

Aunt Letty: "I'm about to end this circus freak's whole career".

[cursedlegacies]

ya know it's spring now so maybe i should have another go at the hufflepuff legacy girlies picnic again

[hightiides]

Closed for @wvsteria Lettie

The ground is made of teeth. That’s it. No other horror. But the ground is made of teeth. They nibble at the shoes a little bit and definitely seem hungry.

Okabe looked at the ground and sighed. Whoever built this contraption was clearly bored. Nothing really scared Okabe so far, (maybe that animal with a gun but Okabe doesn't want to think too hard about the logistics of that) Okabe looked at the stranger and smirked.

"You have to admit, this invention is pretty realistic." He said as he took out a cigarette. "You think we can smoke here?"

[childrenofcain-if]

Please let us comfort C about their knee 😭 I'm seriously going to be angry if there's no option to beat the sh*t out of Alain when we see him in game 😡

I'm begging you for a fluff piece, they deserve it ❤️🙏

C’s dorm always felt quiet—as though the silence itself was holding its breath. even when music hummed low from the speakers, even when there was a mug of tea on the desk and a book abandoned on the bed, even when you were there. especially when you were there.

you hadn’t meant to stay this long—hadn’t meant to be here at all, really. but the night had bled into a soft comfort that made time meaningless, and C had let their guard down in that way they only ever did with you, trading their usual biting flippancy for something quieter. something fragile and hidden beneath layers of disdain that you’d spent years peeling back.

they were standing now, aiming to move toward the small kitchenette attached to the common area, their voice low as they asked, “do you want anything? tea? something else?”

“tea’s fine,” you said, leaning back against the wall, your legs curled beneath you on the bed. it was a simple enough exchange, a moment so ordinary it felt almost... domestic.

and then you saw it—the faint hitch in their step, the way their right leg dragged ever so slightly behind the left.

your heart thudded once, hard enough to make your ribs hurt.

“C,” you said, your voice louder than you meant it to be. they froze mid-step, their back to you, their shoulders taut as if bracing for a blow. “did you—did you fall or something?”

they didn’t turn around. for a moment, you thought they wouldn’t answer at all. then, slowly, they turned their head, their profile striking in the dim light. the shadows softened their face but did nothing to hide the tension in their jaw, the faint tremor in their hands as if you’d caught them doing something illegal.

“no,” they said finally, the word flat and hollow.

you sat up straighter. “then what—”

“it’s nothing,” they snapped, spinning to face you. their voice wasn’t loud, but it was harsh, each syllable flung like glass shards meant to keep you at a distance. their chalcedony green eyes burned, but the fire in them wasn’t the usual fury you’d come to expect from C. it was fear, raw and unfiltered.

“C…” you said again, softer this time, and that was what did it. their face crumpled, not quite enough to be called a collapse, but enough for you to see the exhaustion carved into their bones. they sat down heavily on the bed, their head bowed as if the weight of the moment were too much to bear.

“it’s nothing,” they repeated, but it sounded like a lie even to them.

“i don’t believe you.”

you waited, the silence stretching between you, brittle and acute. finally, they looked up at you, their face pale, their lips pressed into a thin line.

“my father,” they said, the words forced and clipped, as if they were prying them loose from their lungs with a metal wrench. “when i was little. he… he didn’t like that i accidentally broke a china plate from the kitchen while grabbing some food. apparently it was antique and one of its kind. believed i needed to be punished for being so careless.” they laughed bitterly. “he used a baseball bat to teach me a lesson.”

the air in the room shifted, stifling. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t fathom the kind of cruelty it would take to do something like that to a mere child. to C.

you swallowed hard, your throat tight. “let me see.”

they stared at you, their eyes wide and disbelieving. “what?”

“your knee,” you said, your voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath it. “please.”

for a moment, you thought they would refuse. they sat motionless, their hands clenched into fists at their sides, their breath coming shallow and uneven. then, slowly, they nodded.

C stood, their movements stiff and deliberate, and pushed the waistband of their pajama pants down far enough to reveal their knee. the act itself wasn’t sensual, wasn’t sexual; it was simply them letting you in, letting you see a piece of them they’d spent years hiding. but perhaps that knowledge made it all the more intimate.

your breath caught as your eyes fell on the fair, marble-like skin stretched over the joint. the shape of the knee was uneven, the bone obtruding out at odd angles where it had healed wrong. there were faint scars, pale and jagged, like ghostly reminders of the violence that had shaped them. the area around it was slightly swollen, the skin faintly discolored, a muted blue-gray hue that looked almost tender to the touch.

you reached out before you could think better of it, your fingers brushing lightly against the damaged skin. C flinched but didn’t pull away, their eyes locked on yours, their breath hitching as if the contact ached in ways that weren’t physical.

“good god,” you whispered, the word trembling on your lips.

C laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. “it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“it’s worse,” you said, and the anger in your voice shocked you both. but it wasn’t anger at them—it was at the man who had done this, the man who had taken a child and broken them in ways that could never fully be repaired.

without thinking, you leaned down and pressed your lips gently to their knee. the kiss was soft, reverent, more an act of devotion than anything else. C gasped, their hand flying to your hair, their fingers trembling as they threaded through it.

“what are you doing?” they whispered with a surprised look in their eyes.

“loving you,” you said simply, shutting them up.

see, childhood had been a knife stuck in C’s throat for the longest time, honed sharp by alain’s hands.

it was a knife that dulled with time but never stopped twisting. even now, years removed from that godforsaken house, from that evil man, they felt its cold atmosphere in every step they took, every chronic flare of pain in their knee when it rained or when they put too much pressure on their right leg, every stumble they hid behind a sharp tongue and a perfect façade.

vulnerability was a language they had unlearned as a child, carved out of them with every slap, every shout, every moment alain had twisted ‘love’ into something entirely unrecognizable.

and yet, here you were.

your lips pressed to their knee, the damaged joint that had never quite healed, and C felt like they were being slowly undone. the kiss was so gentle, so absurdly soft against the place they hated most about themself, that they thought they might break apart entirely.

no one kissed scars like this. no one kissed something so damningly ruined and made it holy.

C looked down at you, your face turned toward them like you belonged there, like you didn’t see the unflatteringly jutting angles of their bones or the bruises still hidden deep inside their soul which was wrapped in the rage that they inherited from their father.

you saw them. and in that moment, C wondered if you were the only reason they had managed to keep breathing through all the years of pain and silence.

they remembered the first time they laid eyes on you during middle school. you had been all fire and light, laughing with some friends, your smile so bright it had burned them. C, sitting alone at the back of the classroom, had felt a squeeze in their chest they couldn’t name. not yet.

at the time, it had felt like resentment—how dare you shine so freely when their world was filled with shadows which often made them taste the coppery taste of their own blood? how dare you be a star, so untouchable, so effortlessly seen?

but it wasn’t hatred, not really. they knew that now.

for years, they had convinced themselves that their fixation on you was because they wanted to outshine you, to prove they were your equal. they had fought you in every class, thrown snide remarks, done everything they could to make you notice them.

because the truth was, they would have torn the world apart just to make you look at them the way they looked at you.

and when you finally did—when your gaze settled on them, not with pity or contempt but with something startlingly like understanding—they had felt like they could truly breathe for the first time in their life.

now, as you knelt in front of them, your breath ghosting over their skin, C thought that maybe they had been living for you all along.

and it scared the fuck out of them.

because loving someone like this, needing someone like this, was just a brand new knife against their throat. and the most terrifying part of it all was that C’s heart didn’t mind it this time, not at all.

“tu es tutus,” you murmured, your lips brushing over the misshapen bone of their right knee. you’re safe.

they closed their eyes, their lips quirking up in a faint, almost disbelieving smile.

“amor meus, vita mea,” they said softly, their latin perfect, their voice unsteady. my love, my life.

you leaned into them, your forehead resting against their thigh, and they tilted their head back, their breath caught in a way that broke your heart.

C wasn’t a religious person. alain had beaten any notion of faith out of them long before they were old enough to properly understand it. but as they looked at you, they thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something divine about you.

my sweet starkid, they thought, god—or fate, or the universe, or whatever cruel, indifferent force that exists—must have made you just for me.

they reached out to you, their hand trembling slightly as it settled on the back of your neck. they pulled you closer, their lips pressing against your temple in a kiss so light it barely counted as one.

“stay,” they said, the word cracking slightly. it wasn’t a command though; it was a plea.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you replied, your voice steady and sure, and C thought that maybe, for the first time in their life, they believed it.

that really did hammer the nail in the proverbial coffin. you loved C unconditionally, so they lived.

[starchants]

HIGH SPEED AND FULL THROTTLE

poly!fast-team x female!reader ; the team comes home.

word count — 629.

themes + warnings ; nothing but adorable fluff <3

author’s note — i’ve always kinda wondered what it would be like in a poly relationship with everyone of the crew so here is a small lil drabble about it! now to specify since i know some may bring up dom and mia being siblings, yes they are siblings and NO they are not in a relationship they simply share the reader along with their friends and NO they aren’t ever near each other in intimate moments either, i know that isn’t discussed here but i wanted to clarify that as well AND i can do a whole list of headcanons if anyone is interested <3!

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

masterlist

the growling rumble of numerous cars surrounded the block causing the woman to grin softly to herself as she continued humming along to the voice of reba mcentire that swept through the kitchen. the warming smell of lemon pepper seasoned chicken, homemade mashed potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, and the cinnamon from the apple pie that had been finishing up baking in the oven had flooded through the kitchen of the toretto home. the grin stayed upon the woman’s lips as she moved around the kitchen to grab down the plates for the dinner before she moved towards the silverware drawer and grabbed some prior to heading out the back door, setting up everyone’s spots at the outside table as she heard the shared laughter reaching towards the front door.

“babe?” both dominic and brian had called out in sync as they entered first and couldn’t find their beloved girlfriend who usually greeted them at the door. mia chuckled softly as she took a sniff of the air and knew the woman was probably setting up for dinner, leading to her and letty rushing towards the kitchen in order to beat the boys to the greeting kisses. tej and roman were quick to realize what the girls were doing and quickly rushed after them leaving dom, brian, and han shaking their head and laughing at the antics of those four.

the trio soon found themselves in the kitchen with the rest of the crew who were trying to help y/n plate the food onto safe to carry dishes and help her carry them outside to the backyard table. “there y��all are! y’all had me worried!” y/n exclaimed with a wide grin and made her way through the crowd of her lovers towards the trio who willingly awaited her arrival kisses and gentle fussing checkovers to ensure that they weren’t hurt. “we’re alright sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head over that.” han replied while placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead making the woman gleefully giggle at her man’s actions. the h/c woman was quick to grab at brian’s hand and hold it gently in hers as she quietly with a grin on her face dragged him out the back door of the house with her. dominic and han were quick to follow the pair outside and notice that the rest of the lovable idiots were passing around the drinks that were in the nearby cooler.

“alright which one of y’all wanna say grace?” the woman questioned as roman pulled out her chair as she went to move to do it herself while letting go of brian’s hand as he went to grab himself a drink. she sat down between roman and tej with mia and brian next to the pair of them and letty with dominic and han across from them. y/n found herself filled with so much love in this moment as she watched her lovers all glance at each other and childishly point fingers at each other trying to get the others to say grace.

she simply grasped her hands together and started grace for the lot of them over the dinner that she lovingly prepared for her hungry law-unbinding loves of her life. this time though they all had their heads bowed and only y/n had her eyes shut, all of them stared at her as they all silently wondered how she did it. how did she find the time, energy, and love in her heart to love and provide for them all the very best that she could without any hesistation whatsoever? their beloved girlfriend deserved to be pampered and spoiled after tonight’s dinner and they were going to do just that — just like they always do.

[ganxiously]

911 Fic Writing Resource: Shift Timings

Okay, so initially I was going to add this to my last post but the topic was completely different so I decided to make a new one. @capsbooty7 and @rutathenurse pointed out that since Tommy was working at the same time as Buck and the rest of the gang, he most likely worked the A shift and thus had his work time completely synced with Buck's. The concept was intriguing enough that I took a look into it.

Like many others, I had previously thought that each house had its own rota, and the timing and length of the shifts varied accordingly. However, that appears to not be the case. Firefighters, in the LAFD at least, work in 3 shifts - A, B and C and each of these shifts are 24 hours long. They don't do the 24/48 or the 48/96 but instead follow what I am given to believe is called the California Swing Shift or a Kelly schedule. Here, they essentially work every other day for 5 days and then have 4 days off. So the schedule is - On - Off - On - Off - On - Off - Off - Off - Off. This means they are usually working 72 hours per rotation but they can also trade in shifts or work overtime if they want to.

From what I found out, you can take more shifts or reduce it according to your convenience by trading with others so technically you can still do 48 hours and then even pull in overtime but the limit for a continuous shift is 60 hours after which you have to take a mandatory 12 hours off [this information was a bit outdated so I am not sure if this rule still stands]. Trade almost always happens for 12 or 24 hours but it isn't unheard of to do an 18 hour trade. Overtime usually happens in 12 hour shifts and you get paid overtime rates only when you have crossed 56 hours in a working week.

As for vacation days, you get 16 days after one year of service and 24 days after 10 years (so Tommy is getting 24 while Buck is getting 16 but Bobby, however, might be getting 25 since I'm guessing he's been a firefighter for at least 31 years). There are also 13 paid floating leave days allotted each year - 1 every 4 weeks.

Shift times are the same for every firehouse and the work day starts at 8am officially but you are expected to make 'face-to-face relief' at 6:30 am.

I am also including the January 2024 schedule here: [follow a colour to understand how the shifts work and where you can sneak in lengthy shifts]

If you have more information or would like to correct me on something, feel free to let me know.

@itsjustpoopeh mentioned:

and @ironworked pointed out:

@cafe-con-letty sent this ask talking about how Tommy's shift might vary as a helicopter pilot so you can also check this out.

[honeyedblossom]

Mack raised the coffee to his lips, sipping it as he listened to the other, a faint smile curling onto his features in response. "I'm willing to look past your behavior, yes, I've been eager to work with locals after all and a friend of mine did speak highly of you. Though, I was wondering if that was for purely superficial on his side. I do love feeling like I'm in a place that screams luxury without being over the top, gaudy. Have you heard of the 13 Hotel?"

letty refrained from rolling her eyes, her gut telling her that the wrong move or word would cost her the job. not that she wouldn’t be destitute without mack’s business, but every part helped and she couldn’t afford to have a reputation of being difficult to work with. sending her mind to her happy place, leticia smiled, closed the sims window and opened a blank google doc. “how about we start this consultation over and you tell me what you envisioned for the space. clearly we have some creative differences and it’s your space and your money. so what is it that you actually want?”

[fairlyang]

Fun II 🕷️

ghostface!miguel having his way with you once again

w/c: 2.1K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x nerdyfem!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mention of murder, blood, knives. innocent reader, miguel is a perv, eating out, getting caught

part one

It took two full days for someone to find the bodies stacked on each other, given the frat house was huge and the guys only cleaned up the kitchen and living room.

But because the girls were in costumes and the guys told the police they had a Halloween party two days prior, it was physically impossible to find out who did it.

All they could really do was just have guards for them outside the frat house not knowing this was all done just for the killer to be with the one he loves.

And the cops specifically told them, no more parties. But what did the frat guys do anyway?

They threw a party on Halloween because of course they had to.

You were a hot mess and grieving terribly, two of your closest friends were murdered at the party they dragged you to, how were you suppose to feel?

Well according to your last remaining friend, why not go back to the murder scene for the Halloween party to have some fun?

You called her crazy to which she just waved you off and took you to a Halloween store to get a sexy costume.

You decided on Harley Quinn, with the "Daddy's lil monster" shirt and the half red half blue booty shorts. You decided to not go with the wig because they looked awful so you got some temporary pink and blue hair dye and prayed it'd be fine.

Meanwhile Miguel was preparing his ghostface attire for its final use while looking at his assortment of knives but keeping his buck 120 close to him.

It was finally time for the party, and you were all dressed up, hair up in two pigtails walking in with your friend who was in a Cat Woman outfit.

She immediately went off to do her own thing which bummed you out but there wasn't much you could do except go off to a quieter part of the house.

And with Miguel's luck he quickly saw her go into a room with a guy. Only makes his job easier.

He followed them and waited outside, just a good thirty seconds before opening the door and closing it shut before sneaking up on them already making out, somehow unaware of his presence.

He hopped on top of the bed pulled the man by his shirt and stabs him in the back. He spat out blood on top of your friend and right before she was about to scream, Miguel took the knife out and leaned forward, stabbing her tongue.

Her mouth made gurgling noises, still attempting to scream but just making herself choke on her own blood instead. He pulls his knife out and gets off the bed, stabbing boy toy once more for good measure before cleaning off his knife with the dude's shirt and walking towards the door.

He opens it and quickly closes it, before stuffing the knife into his robe pocket. He then walks off, moving past bodies in search for wherever you were hiding this time.

He walked all over the place, not finding you. He even checked off to the backyard with no luck.

He then stopped and walked over to the study room because surely there wouldn't be anyone in here.

He opens the door and of course there you were. He sighs and you look up with a puzzled expression prompting him to take his mask off, "Just me pretty girl." He says, waving his mask before closing the door shut.

"Hi Miguel!" You greet sweetly and give him a little wave.

His heart beat rapidly and he knew there was nothing from stopping him from being with you now. You could be all his.

"Abandoned again angel?" He pouts and you shrug as he walks close to you, admiring your costume.

How tightly the shirt fit and how those shorts were barely covering anything. Your thighs looked so gorgeous against that leather couch and there was nothing more he wanted them to be between them.

"Getting used to it by now." You joke making him chuckle as he takes a seat next to you.

"You look as gorgeous as ever." He says as he takes a seat right next to you, letting his leg barely touch yours.

"Thank you! Came as ghostface again huh?" You say turning your body to face him, crossing a leg over the other driving him insane.

"Yeah didn't feel like getting a new costume. What don't like masked killers?" He says as he looks at how those pigtails looked.

How pretty they would look in his hands while you su-

"I feel like everyone's a masked killer nowadays! Maybe Superman would've looked good on you." You answer innocently not thinking of how Miguel would take this compliment.

"Not as the joker then?" He whispers in your ear, wrapping his right arm over your shoulder.

You felt your face heat up as he grazed along your skin, memories coming back from the last time he caught you alone. How his fingers felt.

"M-maybe as the joker." You mumble, looking down at your boots to avoid his gaze, feeling suddenly shy and like wanting to hide.

"You're just so sweet." He whispers and leaves a soft kiss below your ear making your heart race.

"And so pretty." He murmurs leaving another kiss and bringing his left hand down to your thigh.

You gasp as he squeezes but quickly bite your lip, too embarrassed to say anything. "Y'know I haven't stopped thinking of you. I never do honestly." He admits, nibbling on your ear gently before pulling away and continuing, "but after last time it's been even worse."

"W-Why?" You stutter, eye fluttering as his left hand caresses your thighs gently while his right was trailing along your neck.

"Because I might be falling in love with you angel." He murmurs making you shake and almost let out a whimper.

His left hand was rubbing circles against your inner thigh as his right was nearing your right breast. "M-me? Why me?" You stutter and he sighs.

"It's always been you pretty girl, your friends just didn't want you near me for some reason." He says and leaves more kisses down your neck as you breathed heavily.

"S-Said you were p-picky." You mumble and lean your head back as his hands get closer to where you needed them.

"They lied." He spat before clearing his throat, "they didn't know me."

"But I'd love for you to get to know me." He says, now coming back up to look at you.

You bite your lip innocently thinking of what to say but for Miguel it only made his cock grow hard especially with the way your eyes were looking at him. God he needed you.

"What do ya say pretty girl?" He whispers, hoping for best case scenario if not he did all those murders for nothing.

You slowly nod making him grin, taking his left hand from your thighs and brings it up to cup your cheek. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes had a new tint in them. Arousal?

His assumption was answered when you squeezed your thighs together and looked away from him. He looked down at your thighs and nearly groaned, you were already driving him so crazy. Unknowingly too.

He leans in, kissing you so gently as if you'd break if he were to full on make out with you. You kissed back and melted into his touch, practically fitting between his arm perfectly. Like you were made for him.

And as much as he wanted to take it slow with you and at your own pace he needed to taste you.

So he pulled away and let go of you making you pout, stinging his heart for a few seconds while he dropped down to his knees in front of you. You gasped as he reached up to undo your shorts with haste, "M-Miguel-"

You lift yourself up and he slides them off all the way down. He then spreads your legs apart making you whine while he salivated looking at your pair of red lacy panties. He looked up at you and you had such an innocent look on your face, almost needy.

He could tell you needed his mouth just as much as he needed to taste you. And he wasn't going to wait for confirmation.

He leaned in and left a soft kiss on your clit making you whimper and buck your hips up, poor girl already needing more.

So he gave it you.

He went down and licked up your clothed slit until he got to your clit and with a swift motion moves your panties to the side and starts sucking on your clit voraciously making you cry out above him.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and went down to get a better taste and you were so soaked, he had barely touched you and you had drenched your panties. My perfect girl, he thought to himself as he lapped at your folds and brought a hand down to his hard on.

You brought your hands down to his hair as you felt new sensations you've never felt before and were deeply glad it was Miguel who was making you feel good.

Even after all your friend's wanting you somehow ended up with a little crush on him. Because of their words you didn't think it would ever be mutual and kept away. Clearly they lied with the way he was practically eating you out like a starved man.

Your hands gripped onto his curls while he moaned against your pussy, never having tasted anything so sweet and perfect. You tasted better than he remembered and he's happy his plan worked for the better.

"Miguel — feels s-so good-" you moan and buck your hips into his mouth.

He brings his hand to your pussy and goes back up to suck on your clit while he teased your hole with his finger. You whimpered and your poor cunt squeezed against thin air as he'd pull his finger away at the perfect moment.

"Miguel please- I promise I'll be your good girl again." You whimper making him groan against you.

Those dirty words coming from such a sweet innocent girl. He was falling even harder.

He slipped two fingers inside, your walls gripping them as he slowly pumped them inside you. "Fuck!" You cry out and lay your head back to the couch.

He then stops moving and let's you adjust as you pleased before he slowly started pumping them inside you, wanting to prep you because he needed to be inside you tonight.

He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue while his digits started fucking you faster only increasing your moans and how tightly you'd hug his fingers. His good girl.

You let out more moans along with dirty words which only made his pants feel tighter and his pace increasing. He wanted to see you on your knees so fucking badly. You'd look even prettier with his cock in your mouth. Probably won't be able to take all of him given your inexperience but he wants to teach you and be your first everything.

He hadn't even realized how long he was thinking of everything he wanted to do with you until he felt you clenching against his fingers and you were crying out that you needed to cum.

He pulled away from your clit and murmured, "Cum for me pretty girl I've got you."

You nodded and whimpered as your orgasm hit you hard and left your entire body shaking as Miguel continued fucking your poor cunt until your creamy juices spilled out of you.

He stopped and pulled his fingers out of you slowly, and moved his head back to look at you, so pretty and breathing heavily. Poor girl.

He left a kiss to your thigh before fixing your panties when suddenly the door opens and he almost grabs his knife to throw it at whoever opened the door but opts against it. You gasped and tried to cover yourself but Miguel got you covered as he quickly sat on the couch, covering your body before yelling, "look at her and I'll kill you!"

Your poor body was so fucked out already but as soon as you heard the door shut you went back to reality. "M-Maybe we stop there." You say quietly and he turns around to look at you before leaning down to grab your shorts off the floor.

"That's alright with me angel." He says and kisses your cheek before turning back around to let you put on your shorts.

[spacemagictea]

Hey Lettie lovers!

Enjoy some captura, mix of Ash and Banshee animations c:

[guildofpriapus]

Vintage C*nt

Lettie Welsh, 1902

Tamara Edith Stanton, 1911

Tamara Edith Stanton in Homemaker harness, 1912

Guild Ladies early 20th century. Courtesy of Riverdale County Library Archive.

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Viego NSFW

i love writing darker themes, i wish i wasn't such a coward about posting them though

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he's not done after sex, he'll nuzzle your neck and press kisses to your shoulders mumbling about how gorgeous you are, how beautiful, what a lucky man he is, he'll kiss behind your ear and if he can get you to go for another round he'll absolutely try.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): you are perfect in Viego's eyes ,you are the air he wants to breathe and the sun that shines in his life, he loves you as you are, he'd kiss the ground you walk on honestly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): there is nothing better for Viego than marking you ,he'll cum on your face and then kiss you, he'll press down on your throat until bruising appears, he looks at those markings fondly and with pride.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Viego loves you, that's no lie, but he also wants to ruin you, he wants to see you as no man or woman has and will ever see you, he is not a good man, he wants you debauched and ruined for others simple as that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i can definitely see him as someone who fucked around a lot, making promises and breaking hearts until he found the one.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): anything where he can look at all of you, he wants to be able to look at every single shift in expression you have, the slack jawed pleasure, the way you throw your head back , the furrow of your brow when you cum, everything.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): i think it depends on his mood, i can't see him as tolerating something like that when he is more  ruined king  than viego, he'd definitely get defensive and angry if you laughed during sex ,thinking you are laughing at him, mocking him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is practically hairless, so he doesn't have to do much.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is definitely full of passion, he'll call you every name there is in the book, he'll kiss his way up and down your body, he'll look at you as if you are the sun that shines just for him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he doesn't masturbate, he has you, but he would definitely want you to watch him if he does, telling you to watch what you do to him and then pulling you to aid him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadism, body worship, humiliation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): anywhere anytime, there could be an army around and he'd still fuck you, have you tell everyone who you belong to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): viego wants you to return the favour ,he wants you to want him as much as he wants you. call him your king, your one and only, tell him you love him and he is ready to take you right then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): no brainer, but definitely share, viego doesn't share his toys- i mean loved one.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he wants you on your knees, looking up to him prettily waiting for him ,he wants to see tears runs down your face as he hits the back of your throat and hear your voice wrecked when you tell him how much you love him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he fucks you to claim you, he'll start out slow ,almost sweet, but it always ends up with his hands around your throat and his lips growling softly in your ear.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves quickies, he'll have you anywhere and anytime he wants you and is especially thrilled if you seek him out, the thing is, he is bad at letting them stay as quickies and a quick session might end up dragging for hours if you don't try to stop him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): yes to both, he'll try out things that come in his mind in a whim and is always ready to fulfill your every desire.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is not a human, so i do not think he tires as humans do.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): not really, in his eyes ,he is the only thing you need, and he can please you like nothing else can.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can't tease you, he simply won't deny you, but that doesn't mean you pleading with him won't backfire into him overstimulating you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): viego is not quite, viego talks, a lot, he talks about what he dreams about when it comes to you, about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are ,and the closer he gets the more obsessive the things he tells you get, he'll growl and tell you to call him your king, your everything.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): viego definitely has a corruption kink, he'll coax you into trying things you've never tried before, he wants to have your every new experience, and when that is not enough, he'll find something else that is entirely new for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i can see him having a very average size penis, but a very pretty one with a pink tip when he was alive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Viego yearns, he doesn't have a sex drive ,he yearns ,he longs to touch you, to feel you, he is only alive between the moments you two touch so he is always chasing that high, always needing you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): does Viego even sleep? If he does he spends a lot of time simply watching you sleep before he drifts off himself, he'll brush his fingers through your hair and burn the image of your face in his mind.

[hawker-the-gary]

What does your drifter think about each hex so far?

Before I go into detail, I thank DE for giving the Drifter more personality options to work with in the messenger system they made. Sometimes I feel like in cinematics the Drifter is way too sassy/harsh for someone like Aki and I struggle to see her in game lmao

That being said! Here's what she thinks so far about each of them:

Arthur: He takes things a little too seriously, but Aki doesn't blame him for it. She wants to help him and be there for him, recently she's tried to get to know him better but he preferred to keep it to himself. She understands! She knows they started on the wrong foot, and were able to apologize to each other to move on. I just feel like them becoming buddies would take a bit but it would be worth it c:

Aoi: Oh, this is an interesting one since I made Aki Japanese a few years ago. I feel like the two would be able to speak with each other in their mother tongue, with the caveat of the generational gap. Imagine how much a language can change in centuries or millennia. This would lead to a couple of funny situations and misunderstandings, still Aki would see the way Aoi speaks in THE ANCIENT TONGUE OF HER PEOPLE fascinating. That being said, she'd find her bubbly personality endearing and like the loser lesbian she is, she'd fall for her quick but see her as unreachable~

Amir: She'd have a ton of fun to hang out with him. Aki gets along pretty well with chaotic and energetic personalities. She's the kind of woman who likes to have her peace and stay at home, but won't say no to going out. I feel like Amir would be the extroverted friend who adopts her as the introvert. Aki wouldn't mind this at all, especially if videogames are involved! (though she'd suck at them at first )

Lettie: At first Aki would feel intimidated, but soon enough she'd find a good friend in her! Funnily enough, Lettie was the first friend I was able to make. I guess it makes sense since in a lot of other stories, Aki is close to another exasperated medic named Zia. That being said, Aki doesn't know a thing of Spanish, so she'll find those words Lettie sprinkles in dialogue VERY confusing and may lead to misunderstands given the structure that Japanese and Spanish share phonetically speaking. (Aki:"Baba? but I'm not that old..." ). Still, Aki would find out that Lettie is easy to talk to and hang out with~

Quincy: Given how rude he is at first, Aki would straight up avoid him at first. I don't think she'd take the whole"you don't know what's like to be in a warzone"kindly given what our Tenno and Drifter went through in their timelines. She'd try to understand him but I can see how their personalities may clash sometimes (he got mad in text given my responses in character LMAO). Still, she's willing to help him in any way she can!

Eleanor: Enigmatic, Aki would have this fascination to get to know her better given how unique her circumstance is amongst the rest of the Hex. What's funny it's that she's the one member who'd know more about Aki's personal life than any other, given how the convos went.

WOW THIS IS A BIT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD BE BUT I HOPE THIS SUFFICES LOL

[crow-writer]

Riz Ariza - Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) Apart from your body (which he is absolutely crazy for, especially your butt) Riz would love when you'd get sassy with him. You wouldn't actually be mean or disrespectful, but you have this wit about you, when you two are bantering that makes his knees weak. He loves it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Riz would probably not be that much of a family man. He does like children, but he sees himself more fitting for the 'coole uncle' role than actually being a dad.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) He loves to cuddle and is really into physical touch in general, though it usually doesn't stop at innocent cuddling. His hands got a mind of their own.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) At club parties he likes to show you off and rarely leaves you side, but those evening aren't really what he considers dates. His favourite type of date is spending the evening at home with you, ordering some food together. It's a well-needed distraction from everything going on with the club.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) Riz has a lot of different pet names for you and probably uses them depending on his mood. When he's feeling cheeky he'd mostly call you something like azúcar (sugar). Other times it would be sweet names like mi amor or mi dulce (my sweet).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) So this could go two ways, depending on your character: Either the two of you would be this couple that practically got married after like two dates OR the two of you would tiptoe around each other for ages and drive everyone insane because the only two people not noticing how into each other you are, would be the two of you. It would be one of those two, there's not really an inbetween.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Riz is gentle with you in the way, that he'd always put your feelings first. He would never want to make you feel jealous or insecure and to reassure you and give you the feeling of security would always be a priority for him.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) He isn't that much into holding hands. usually his arm would be around your shoulders or on your back.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) His first impression of you would be that you seem to radiate sunshine. He'd hear you laugh as you'd joke around with Letty or Chucky and it would practically light up the whole room. That night he would try to remember the sound of your laugh when he'd try to fall asleep.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) SO JEALOUS. He hates this about himself but when it comes to you he seems to lose his mind just at the thought of another guy hitting on you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) Riz is so passionate and this was already noticeable in your first kiss. He came back from a long run, shit went south with another MC and everything he could possibly think about was how he was so fucking tired of not being able to show you how he felt. So when they came back he walked straight up to you, his breaths heavy from beim nervous but he would look into your eyes and cup your face with both hands and just kiss you in front of everyone. He just couldn't take it one second longer.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) You probably did. He wouldn't want to say it too early, because he was scared of pressuring you with the words. However once you said it, he would not shut up about it and tell you day and night.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) One of his happiest memories was when the two of you weren't even together yet. It was a super warm day, even for Santo Padre and you were unloading the car at the yard when he arrived. He offered to help you and the way you smiled at him and thanked him made him feel some kind of pride that he still remembers very well.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Sometimes money can get a bit tight, but he still finds ways to spoil you with little gifts like your favourite snacks. For birthdays or christmas he likes to go all out and make you feel like a queen. He will get a bunch of different gifts for those occasions.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) When you two first met, you wore a light blue sundress and whenever he sees a colour close to that, he can't help but think of that day.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) As said in letter E it would vary depending on his mood.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) He hates texting. Yes it's practical now and then but he would much rather give you a quick call, hear your voice and talk to you than sending you messages throughout the day.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) If he had the day off on a rainy day he would try to get you to stay in bed as long as possible. Sometimes it would be around noon before the two of you made it out of bed. Those days would be all cuddles, maybe a bath together and another nap in the afternoon.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves up?) When Riz is sad he would probably turn into this brooding mess, sort of trying to think things through but actually ending up feeling worse in the process. You would usually notice it pretty quickly when he was in this kind of mood and talking things out together would usually do the trick.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Riz usually doesn't like talking too much about his past or his childhood or stuff like that. He does really enjoy talking about every day life with you and tells you as much of his day and whats going on with the club as he can, without putting you or the MC at risk. It makes him feel connected to you and it shows you that he trusts you. He loves hearing about your day, he enjoys when you update him on the news about workplace drama and stuff like that. Other than that you two talk about your favourite shows or movies and sometimes when he's in the mood, he really likes to talk about what plans the two of you might have for the future.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) Even though he loves cozy days at home with you, he is most relaxed when you're at the clubhouse or everyone's at your house. He feels relaxed when he doesn't feel pulled between life with you and his club. So having you by his side while he is also around his brothers makes him feel at peace.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) He knows you love his hair and you know damn well that he also loves his hair. He takes quite a bit of pride in it and loves it when you stroke through it with you fingers while sitting in his lap.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) Once the two of you were offically together it wouldn't take Riz long to propose. He didn't want to rush things and make you feel pressured, but for him the decision was pretty easy. He would propose at the clubhouse in front of everyone with a sapphire ring that he got pretty soon after you two became official.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) "Hotel California" by The Eagles. It's the song that played on the radio when he first met you and even though he always liked that song, now it was kind of linked to you.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) before you two met Riz didn't really care about marriages and stuff like that. It felt as if those things were for 'normal' people with 'normal' lifes and it didn't really fit with the kind of life he was living with the club. Once he met you though, the thought crossed his mind more often than he liked to admit, even before the two of you were together.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) Riz would like a cat (yes, they both have pretty hair) because they really have their own minds and live on their own terms. Your cat would sometimes disappear for a day to do god knows what and then come back home and demand scratches and snacks. He'd admire that kind of attitude.

[marigoldwriter]

You know, I saw the charminghearts kid oc that @c-rose2081 made, did you see it too? Cassia is beautiful!

No offense, but since you didn't give us any good physical descriptions of Letty or her siblings, I prefer hers!

Her design is much more realistic than the descriptions you give. Maybe you should rethink the characters a bit and change them. Make their design better, even.

Or you could simply clarify their appearances for us.

I saw some drawings on your profile, but you never tire of complaining that you can't draw. Nonsense, maybe a drawing would even improve your fanfic.

I don't want to make you sad, it's just some friendly advice ^^

Well... thanks, I guess, for the advice (?)

[oc-tournaments]

TOURNAMENT BRACKET - ROUND ONE!

For the first round, the pairings are entirely randomised! After this, the winner of each round will go against the one beside it (for example, A vs B, C vs D - A + D win, go against each other). This makes more sense to me please trust.

The bracket is as seen below!! (The text will be under the cut for anyone who can't get the image to load.)

I'll decide on posting the polls when I have all the posts made and saved in drafts. Stay tuned!

ROUND ONE

The Hunter vs The Hero

Sky vs Saturn

B vs Sudo Higashikata

Epiales vs Aamir Al Hashim

Leah Garminebhel vs Tristan Castellane

Brutus Wintergreen vs Nathan Merritt

Pyrene Pulsirnu vs Lorelei “Smith”

Patient 107 vs Letti Gallet

Ichiko Takeda vs Emmanuel Ochora

Dalo vs Andrew McCarthy/Hero

Hari Forlorn vs Salvanan

Proas vs Joseph

Linnea vs Patrica Evelar

Renella Valteri vs Nelson Maxwell

Bibs vs Crion

Aster vs Alex Shevchenko

Mevlyn Oberon Nero vs Danzmyr Maeneld

Frank Waters vs Nathan

Iris vs Zane Nicholls

Tamara vs Cher Griffith

Elliott C. Samuels vs Gabriel

Professor Maxwell vs Damsel

Yuki-Onna (Yukio Nayuki) vs Graham King

Phoenix vs Lottie

Blake Stevens vs Amaris Tasse

Megan vs Salem

[becoming-the-bridgertons]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕 | 𝒗𝒊. 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆

pairings. violet ledger x ellie bridgerton

summary. violet struggles as she feels her household slowly being taken over by her in-laws

word count. 11K

warnings. mature content — smut

note. written in RP style by @lifesizehysteria and @shmaptainwrites

Violet was trying to figure out what had happened when she stepped out of Ellie’s home office. She had been in there trying to organize some things for her and clean up the space so that when she eventually went back she wouldn’t have too much of a mess to deal with. 

Beatrice and Callahan had come over to help look after Anthony, but when she went downstairs she saw her mother-in-law mopping the floor and her father-in-law and baby nowhere in sight. 

“Mama, uh, where’s Da?” she asked. “And Anthony?” 

“Anthony’s napping, dear,” she explained. “Cal is just upstairs taking care of Ellie. She said she wasn’t feeling well so he went to her.” 

“I-Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Violet asked.

She knew everything the doctors had said about Ellie because she had been at every appointment. She knew every medication she needed to take and what time, she knew what she was and wasn’t allowed to have. Most of all she deserved to be informed when she wasn’t feeling good. 

This wasn’t the first time she’d been kept out of the loop with her in-laws. She tried to tell herself they weren’t doing it on purpose, but the repetition was beginning to claw at her insides, making her want to scream. 

“You were busy, and we have it under control,” Bea said, an air of nonchalance about her. It was all very simple. They were there to help, and so they were helping. “But now you know.” She flashed Violet a quick smile and continued to mop after squeezing the dirty water out of it.

“Mhmm,” Violet nodded and forced her lips into a smile, deciding to go back upstairs and check on Ellie herself. 

When she opened the door, she saw Callahan fumbling with some of the medications, and her stomach dropped to the floor, her face growing paler by the second. 

“Da, what did you give her?” she asked, the terror barely hidden in her tone.

“Oh, Lettie Lass, there you are.” Callahan offered Violet a warm smile, then went back to squinting at the bottle in front of him, holding it out a little more so the tiny print would focus. “Nothing. I was simply reading, making sure there was nothing she needed soon.” He looked back up at her, studying her face more closely this time. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“Fine,” she croaked before turning her attention to her wife. “Ellie, what’s the matter?” 

She sat down next to her on the bed, placing the back of her hand against her forehead, letting her racing heart calm down from the near anxiety attack she almost had. Like he said, he hadn’t given her anything, yet.

“Everything hurts,” Ellie said, her voice a whine despite a significant effort to sound casual. “Being in this bed all the time is killing me.” She had been put on a moderate bed rest because her cervix was beginning to dilate too early. She could only stand and walk for short periods of time, stairs only once a day if necessary, and sitting or laying down the rest of the time. But because of the lack of movement, her feet and legs were swollen and tight, her back ached constantly, and she was bored out of her mind. Not to mention the guilt at somehow having to do even less than she was before, not even able to work or help with Anthony.

“Violet, why don’t you go deal with the um-the issue you were having with the—” 

“Washer.” 

“Yeah,” Callahan nodded with a smile. “I can hold down the fort here, it’s okay.” 

“I fixed it already,” Violet said, not turning to look at him, because she didn’t trust the look on her face. “Ellie, my love, maybe you should stand, just for a moment, stretch out your legs. Then, it’s just about time for your afternoon medications, and I can massage your back a bit, hmm?”

“Are you sure, Lettie Lass?” Callahan asked before Ellie could answer, his tone the most sincere it ever was, but Violet struggled to hear past his words. “Bea and I can manage these things, it’s what we’re here for.”

“I think it would be good for me to get up for a few minutes, get my body vertical for a bit. It’ll probably help. But I’m sure Da can help me with that. Get some rest while you can, love,” Ellie said. 

“Is that a good idea? I mean, maybe just to the bathroom and back?” Cal asked. “You’re on bed rest for a reason, kiddo.”

Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek and grumbled, “I do not need rest.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Callahan asked. 

“I don’t need rest!” Violet yelled, stomping her foot on the ground. “I don’t need rest, and I can take care of my fucking wife myself!”

Violet immediately stood up and covered her mouth with her hands, looking at Ellie and Callahan wide-eyed. 

“Oh my God, I-I shouldn’t have said that. I need to-I can’t-”

She tried to run away, out of the room, but Callahan gently put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to stop her. 

Ellie watched with her mouth hanging open, shock completely taking over her face. She had never heard Violet swear, much less with that word. And if that weren’t enough, the outburst certainly was. Nothing about what she just witnessed was anything she would have ever expected from her sweet, mild mannered, shy wife, and she couldn’t even get up to chase after her. Fortunately, her dad stepped in, grasping her shoulder. Ellie slowly pushed herself up into a seated position while her dad began to speak. 

“Violet, love, please,” he said in his most gentle, caring tone, “clearly you’re upset. Come, talk to me.” He squeezed her shoulder a little tighter, but not so much so that she could not walk away if she chose, and gestured for her to sit back down.

Ellie reached out, touching Violet’s hand to encourage her back to her.

“I don’t want to talk!” she shook her head and turned away from them. “If I talk, I’m going to…No…I can’t…”

She could feel all of the upset, the frustration that had been dwelling under the surface, coming up into her throat, and she knew she couldn’t hold it down any longer, as was demonstrated by her outburst.

Callahan stared at Violet, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face, not quite sure how to proceed.

“Da, can you give us a minute, please?” Ellie asked as she pushed herself up off the bed, and went over to her wife, coming to stand in front of her.

“…Course,” he said and gave Ellie a supportive look as he left the room, closing the door behind him. 

“Vi, my love, what is wrong?” she asked gently, daring to reach out and brush her fingers over Violet’s cheek. Her blue eyes were unreadable. 

“Ellie, I’m so mad,” Violet’s voice trembled, and she stepped away from her wife. “I’m mad at Mama. I’m mad at Da. I’m mad at you.”

She felt tears begin to well in her eyes as she admitted what she had been feeling. She felt sick to her stomach; how could she have just said she was upset with her pregnant wife who had been suffering for the past seven months? But it was true, she had been, because every time Violet had subtly tried to tell her in-laws she could take care of things that she clearly wanted to take care of, Ellie unwittingly sided with her parents. And that hurt Violet. 

She knew she could do it as long as Anthony was kept out of her way, that’s why she needed Beatrice and Callahan. Not to look after Ellie, not to clean the house, not to cook their food. 

Being at home, being a mother and a wife, that was Violet’s job, and her whole family was making her feel like she wasn’t capable of doing it.

“What? Why?” Ellie stood in the middle of the room, confused and trying not to be prematurely hurt. She couldn’t imagine what she had done to make Violet mad, especially not this mad. With both hands under her belly for support, the change in position making her already sore back even more achy and tired, she took a small step toward her wife. “I know you said you don’t want to talk, but I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Y-You…” Violet's voice trembled. “Ellie, you're pushing me away.”

She could feel bile rise up in her throat, and she pushed it down, wrapping her arms around herself. She noticed Ellie was struggling to stand and, for her sake, came closer, holding her for support and encouraging her to sit down on the bed, following her lead and sitting in front of her so she could see her. 

If Ellie hadn’t been confused before, she certainly was now. How on Earth was she pushing her away? She had been more dependent on her than ever before, in ways she had never imagined being. In ways it was hard to be, as someone who had always considered herself to be self sufficient and independent. Ellie could not even do something as simple as showering without making sure Violet knew she was in there and in close enough proximity to assist if she needed it. It was… it was hard. Not because she did not want to or could not rely on Violet, but simply because she did not want to be a burden, and it had been seven long months of feeling like exactly that. 

Ellie’s lips drew to one side as she nursed a little bit of hurt at the accusation, but she did her best not to let it into her voice. “What do you mean? How have I been pushing you away? I don’t feel like I have ever needed you more than I do now.” 

Violet looked down at the floor before running her hands across her face, fighting back tears. 

“Whenever your parents are here, all of you just push me out.” She couldn’t bear to look at Ellie as she spoke. “I-I want to take care of things. I want to cook, and clean, and look after you, b-but I-I’m not fast enough. They just come in and do things, and they don’t tell me that you’re not feeling well, and then you don’t even want me to be the one looking after you. I just…”

Violet’s shoulders shook a little, and she quickly wiped away her tears. 

“Ellie, this is my job, and you’re all making me feel like I can’t do it.”

The first thing Ellie did, before she even had time to truly process everything Violet told her, was reach out and take her hands. She may have been mad at her, her feelings may have been hurt, but Ellie needed her to know she was there, right there in that moment with her. 

“I…” she began and then stopped for a moment, realizing a defense was on her tongue when that was not what Violet needed. She needed to be heard. “I am so sorry, Violet.” Ellie spoke with a deep sincerity. She truly could not think of a single time when she would have wanted her parents to care for her over Violet. But if that is how she had made Violet feel, it didn’t really matter what Ellie had actually wanted.

“I never meant to make you feel that way. You are incredible. You have been doing so very much for months, and the less I can do, the more gets added to your plate. The only thing I have ever wanted was to keep from burdening you with more and more as I could do less. My love, I think you are capable of anything, but that does not mean I want you to have to carry everything.”

Violet looked at Ellie with watery eyes. She brushed her thumbs over her wife’s knuckles, chewed on her bottom lip, and took in a shaky breath. 

“You are not a burden, Elinah,” she asserted. “I made a commitment to you, and it gives me joy to fulfill that, even if it means I am tired and achy. I would never wish this kind of pregnancy on you again, but I need you to know I would do it over and over again if I had to.”

Violet swallowed thickly, her voice beginning to betray her. 

“You always take care of me, I just thought…maybe this time I could do what you’ve always done for me.”

“Dottie, there is not a day that goes by that you do not care for me in one way or another. And I don’t mean since I’ve been pregnant, I mean since forever. Beyond the cooking and cleaning you do every day, which is not insignificant and absolutely counts, by the way,” she added a little sternly because it appalled her that somehow Violet didn’t think so, “you have been by my side for every single high and low… since we were kids.” 

Ellie scooted closer to her wife, reaching out to brush away the hairs that had escaped her bun in all of the work she had been doing, then let her hand come to rest over her cheek. 

“My love, if you want my parents to back off, I will tell them to do so, without hesitation. But please do not discredit everything you do for me. You care for my heart and nurture my soul every second of every day, and no one but you can do that. No one takes care of me more than you do.”

Violet pressed her lips together and nodded, taking in what Ellie was saying and really making an effort to truly listen to her, to believe that all those little things she would do that she thought were insignificant actually made a big difference. 

“I…I don’t need them to back off, I still need their help, I just need them to talk to me,” Violet whispered. “When things happen to you, or Anthony, or if they want to maybe lend an extra hand, I just want them to ask so that I can tell them what will actually be helpful for me and still make me feel like I am doing something…you know?”

“If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.” Ellie leaned over her belly to kiss Violet’s forehead. “I’m sorry that we made you feel that way, I really am. I promise none of us meant to. I think it’s just easy for my parents to fall into those roles, y’know? And in trying to care for me, they were also trying to take care of you. But you’re right. This is our house, not theirs, and they overstepped. I’ll talk to them, or we can do it together. Whatever you want.”

Violet nodded her head again, getting on her knees and leaning into Ellie, resting her forehead against her stomach and pressing a kiss to it, hoping it would show her gratitude. 

“I know,” Violet mumbled. “I just snapped. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, love.” Ellie rubbed her hand up and down Violet’s back, hoping to soothe her while feeling her love. “Next time, can you tell me before you reach a breaking point? So we can problem solve? Together?”

“Mhmm,” Violet murmured while kissing her stomach again. “God, I need to say sorry to Da. I feel so bad. I swore at him.”

She grimaced, not yet lifting her head from where it was against Ellie’s stomach. 

“Please don’t hold it against me, my sweet baby,” she mumbled to her unborn child. 

Ellie let out a little chuckle. “I promise, he’s heard much worse. But I’m sure he’ll appreciate it, and hearing about how you’re feeling.”

With her hand under Violet’s chin, she guided her up so their faces were level, so she could kiss her. It was soft and full of the love she felt, an attempt to communicate, beyond a doubt, her gratitude.

“Before we talk to him, though, could you do something for me?”

Violet beamed, coming closer to Ellie, eager to help. 

“Of course. Anything.”

“Can you rub my legs? They’re so tight, and I think some blood flow will help.” There were lots of things she was willing to have her parents do, but this was not one of them. And she had been needing it for a few hours now. 

Leaning half against the pillows so she was lounging but not quite laying down, she stretched her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes that looked like little sausages attached to even bigger sausages, the pattern continuing all the way up her legs. 

Violet stood up and sat next to Ellie, first beginning where her shorts ended, massaging gently down her thighs, trying to stimulate the blood flow so that they would be less sore. 

“Is this helping, my darling? Is there anything else I can do?”

“God, that feels amazing.” Ellie tilted her head back, eyes closing as she hummed in appreciation. As Violet moved further down her legs, she settled down a little lower, letting both the pressure in her muscles and the touch of Violet’s hands soothe her. Nothing made her feel better than feeling loved by and connected with her wife, and she hadn’t realized just how much she needed this. “Nothing right now,” she finally answered. “But maybe after my parents leave and Anthony is down, you can do it again with lotion? I’d really appreciate that.”

Violet bit her bottom lip. The thought of sharing a quiet moment with just her wife, amongst all the chaos that had been this pregnancy, was enough to fill her heart with something warm and soft, clamping down on any anger she had been feeling. 

“It would be my pleasure,” she assured her. 

Ellie looked at Violet, her eyelids low and her smile lazy but genuine. Maybe she hadn’t expressed her gratitude enough. It was so hard to see or feel anything beyond the stress and pain of her body. She couldn’t even enjoy growing this life she had wanted so badly because just existing took every ounce of energy. But she wanted Violet to know she saw her effort, felt her love, and appreciated all of her care. It was the only thing getting her through. 

Reaching her hands down, she drew Violet up to her until she was laying next to her, pressed firmly into her side. Tipping her chin higher, Ellie kissed her in a way that she hoped would give even a little bit back that Violet had given her, that would show her how fully she captured her heart. 

“Thank you. For everything. Every chore, every round of meds, every cup of tea. Thank you for making this pregnancy as bearable as it could be.”

Violet wrapped her arm over Ellie, her hand gently rubbing her stomach in slow and gentle circles. She nuzzled her face into Ellie’s shoulder and sighed. 

“I would do it a hundred times over for you, and for our little prince,” she tapped Ellie’s stomach lightly. “I know you think it’s a girl, but being this demanding? I think he’s a boy.”

Ellie laughed, her belly tightening around the baby as it bounced in time. She rubbed her hand over it as she smiled at Violet. 

“Well, no matter the sex, I know they’re a menace,” she said, patting her stomach. “Isn’t that right? Mama’s little menace.” She appreciated the moments she felt well enough to joke and be silly. It helped her feel a little bit more like herself, which she felt she had lost a little bit with this pregnancy.

She turned to kiss Violet’s head, squeezing her a little tighter around the shoulders. “We should probably talk to my parents soon, yeah? How do you feel? I can talk to them alone, if you want.”

While the offer was tempting, Violet knew it was best if she was there and took a lead on the conversation, even if she didn’t quite want to. She still felt bad for yelling at Callahan and how cold she had been to both her in-laws in the past little while. She only hoped she could get over her embarrassment enough to have the conversation. 

“No, I should do it,” Violet said. “Maybe you can call them though, I don’t think I can do it alone.”

The smile on Ellie’s face was one of pride. She knew it would be hard for Violet not only to apologize but to confront Bea and Cal with her concerns. It was not in her nature to speak her mind, and even less so to rock the boat. But Ellie trusted the love her parents had for both of them to guide them to understanding. She would expect nothing less of them.

“I still have my one trip up and down the stairs today. Why don’t we just go down and talk to them? I could stand to get out of this room for a little while, anyway.”

“Sure.” Violet nodded and stood up first, coming to help Ellie, supporting her back as they walked across and out of the room before heading down the stairs slowly, one step at a time. 

When they got down there, Beatrice and Callahan were sitting in the living room, drinking some tea and speaking quietly, but went silent when they saw Violet and Ellie enter the room. 

Violet felt herself begin to clam up and after sitting Ellie down, she looked over to her for a bit of support with starting things off.

“Mama, Da,” Ellie started, speaking with a slow and calm calculation. “We have something we need to talk about, and I’m asking you both to be open and receptive to something that might feel like criticism but is not meant to be.”

Her parents looked at each other, then back to Violet and Ellie, concern on both of their faces. 

“Sure, Ellie Belly,” her dad said, a tentative smile directed more at Violet than Ellie. Bea remained quiet, but her face appeared receptive.

Ellie took a subtle, steadying breath as she looked at her wife, her hand firmly clasped around Violet’s. 

“Violet and I are so appreciative of how willingly you’ve jumped in to help. Neither of us expected all of these complications and it means the world to both of us to have your help and support.” Ellie straightened her back a little, refusing to appear cowed by nerves or discomfort in any way. “But after talking with Violet, I think your willingness to jump in may have led you to overstepping a little bit.”

Violet looked over at Ellie and, with another show of support in her eyes, she felt as well as she could to speak about the matter. 

“I uh…I really do appreciate your help, both of you. It’s just, sometimes I feel like I try to do things that I would like to do, but I’m getting pushed away from doing it or not in the loop when things happen, especially with Ellie. I understand that she’s your daughter, but it worries me not to know. It doesn’t mean I have to be taking care of it all the time, but I’d like to determine what I can and can’t do.” 

Violet paused and took a deep breath. 

“I think we just need to be on the same page, because right now, I don’t…I don’t feel like we are.”

Callahan was the first to speak, his tone gentle, laced with concern and curiosity, much as it had been earlier upstairs. 

“Lettie, love, I am sorry that you’ve been made to feel pushed out or left out. I assure you, that was not our intention. We have only ever wanted to make things as easy as possible for you. For both of you.”

Violet nodded her head. 

“I-I know…and I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” she could feel her cheeks go red with embarrassment, struggling to make eye contact with her father-in-law. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a warm, genuine smile. 

Bea cleared her throat and all eyes turned to her as she began to speak for the first time since Violet and Ellie had come downstairs. 

“Thank you for telling us how you feel, Violet. Though, I do wish you had told us sooner. If we have not done what we needed to make you feel comfortable coming to us when something we are doing in your home is upsetting you, that is our failure.” She had an air of seriousness around her that Ellie recognized immediately. She was not offended; that Ellie knew. But she was upset at what she likely perceived as a lack of trust on Violet’s part. And Ellie knew she would make it her mission to ensure that trust was shored up, because her mum was a woman who took her relationships very seriously. 

Bea continued, looking between the two of them, her tone inviting honesty,“Please, tell us how we can support you in the ways that you need. What do you need from us, and what do you need us not to do?”

Violet nodded her head as Bea spoke, pursing her lips and fidgeting a little with her hands. Eventually, she finally found the courage to look up at her in-laws again. 

“Mama, I just need you guys to talk to me,” Violet said honestly. “If you want to make dinner, tell me you want to make dinner. If Ellie is feeling unwell, let me know; there might be something that I know from her appointments that can help. I-I think if you talk to me, then we can consult and if something doesn’t seem like a good idea or doesn’t need to be done, then we can-we can avoid it.”

“Just let Violet lead, Mama. I know you guys have spent so long heading your own household, just try to remember that this one is ours.” Ellie took Violet’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together and squeezing it gently. She was so proud of her for speaking up and for being honest. It wasn’t lost on her how hard that could be. 

Callahan put his arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her in against him for a moment and kissing her temple. 

“I think we can do that,” he said, smiling at the two of them. 

Violet pressed her lips into a smile and leaned in closer to Ellie. As uncomfortable as the conversation had been for her, she knew it was better that it had happened. 

“Thank you, Da, Mama. I-I really appreciate you both, especially right now.” Violet placed a hand over Ellie’s stomach, trying to feel their son or daughter knowing that, despite all these changes and difficulties, once they were born, things would work out. She had to hope they would. 

“We’re happy to,” Cal said. “Maybe a little too happy,” he laughed and winked at them. 

Ellie put her head down on Violet’s shoulder, her back starting to complain. 

“We are very sorry for stepping on your toes, Violet, and I hope you know that you are doing a great job.”

Violet smiled gingerly and wrapped her other arm around Ellie’s back, beginning to massage away the soreness in her tailbone carefully with her fingers.

“It’s okay. I just-what I hoped was that you both know I am trying really hard to take care of her. I know she’s your Ellie Belly, so I hope you think she’s in good hands.”

“There was never a doubt in our minds,” Bea assured her. 

“Mine, either,” Ellie murmured. Her eyes were half closed as she focused on the feeling of Violet’s fingers on her back, finding all the sore spots. 

“Well, what would you like now? We can stay and help, or we can get out of your hair. You tell us,” Cal said. 

Violet thought back to Ellie’s earlier request and how she had finished practically everything on her list for the day. There were a few more things she would need to do, but they could wait for a few days and were in no way urgent. 

“I think I’ve done everything I need to get done today,” she said. “Maybe you guys can come back Friday, and Mama, you and I can make dinner together.”

Beatrice smiled and immediately agreed to Violet’s suggestion. Violet grinned and turned to press a kiss to Ellie’s temple, whispering a quiet promise of a massage coming her way. 

Everyone stood, Ellie with Violet’s assistance, and said their goodbyes. Her parents tried to tell her not to walk them to the door, but she insisted she needed the walk. After hugs and kisses, Violet closed the door, and when she turned back towards her, Ellie immediately pulled her into her arms. 

She held her close for a few moments before pushing the wisps of hair away from her face, tilting her chin up towards her, and kissing her deeply. She loved Violet so much, and she felt such a strong pull towards her, suddenly desperate to make sure she knew just how much she meant to her. It wasn’t often that she felt good enough these days to give back much at all for everything Violet was doing, but she did now. 

“Come upstairs with me?”

Violet nodded her head, not thinking too much of it on account of Ellie’s condition. She wrapped an arm around her wife, supporting her as they made their trip upstairs. Once they were in the bedroom, Violet immediately slipped away to grab the lotion from the bathroom so that she could massage Ellie’s legs again like she had promised. 

While Violet went to the bathroom, Ellie made her way to the bed. Lowering herself as gracefully as she could, she then settled back against the pillows, formulating a plan. 

“Anthony’s been sleeping very well lately,” Violet chuckled, sitting down next to Ellie. “I suspect we’ll have plenty of time to take care of you here, my love.”

She patted Ellie’s leg lightly before putting some of the lotion on her hand, getting ready to begin.

“I hope so.” Ellie bent the leg Violet patted, placing her foot flat on the mattress so she had better access. She let Violet start, already appreciating the way her hands felt on her skin, how the lotion helped it feel a little less tight. 

“That feels so good.” Her eyes stayed on Violet as she continued, letting the sensation of her hands traveling her legs awaken a part of her that had been dormant for months. 

Violet hummed, content with her work, still careful using her fingers and palm, travelling down her thigh, past her knee, down to her calves. 

She knew how sore everything could be just from being pregnant, but practically being on bed rest on top of that must have made it so much worse. 

“I’m glad it feels good,” Violet said, focusing on her hands and their movements. “Least I can do for my Linah Bina.”

Ellie let out a little chuckle that rumbled low down in her chest. God, she loved this woman so much. A little more every day, even though every night she swore she couldn’t love her more if she tried. 

By the time Violet had made her way down Ellie’s other leg, her whole body hummed, somehow more relaxed and more wound up than should have been possible at the same time. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, lips a little pouty and her eyelids heavy. 

“Vi,” she said, drawing her wife’s eyes up to her. “C’mere, my love.”

Violet looked at Ellie curiously, but obeyed her wife’s request, coming closer before letting a hand rest against her cheek, brushing her thumb across it in smooth, gentle motions. 

“What is it, Ellie?” Violet asked. “Something’s going on, isn’t it? Are you still in pain?”

“I’m fine,” Ellie said, avoiding the actual question because there wasn’t a time she wasn’t in pain anymore. But that was relative, and it was true that she was fine. Something had shifted. She felt a lightness she hadn’t in a long time, and she wanted to take advantage of that. Especially now, when she realized she’d been trying to help Violet in a way that wasn’t helpful. This whole time she had offered her parents’ help as a way to lighten her load, but it was clear that was not what she needed. So, Ellie thought that perhaps giving to her was the best way she could return all the ways Ellie had been taken care of. 

“You’ve taken just good care of me. I’d like the chance to return the favor.” Leaning back against the pillows, Ellie pulled her wife’s hand from her cheek and pressed a kiss to her palm. Then another on her wrist, and another just above that. She continued up until she reached the inside of her elbow where she brushed her lips lightly over what was a surprisingly sensitive spot.

Violet chewed on the inside of her cheek, her breath faltering. She felt a certain sort of desire begin to make itself known again in the pit of her stomach, something that had come up definitely more than a few times throughout the past months, but Violet had always pushed it down, knowing Ellie was in no state for anything of the sort, even if she might want to. But now, Ellie was the one initiating something, and Violet didn’t know what to do. 

“Ellie,” she whispered. “You’re…Is this a good idea?”

It would be wrong for Violet to say she didn’t want it. She always wanted it. Yet, she did not need her wife feeling any sort of obligation to do something she was not in the physical state to do.

Ellie should have expected as much. She wouldn’t be Violet if she didn’t worry. Though, to be fair, if the tables were turned, Ellie knew she would worry, too. She looked at her wife, a smile on her lips. 

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to do anything that’s going to be unsafe. Just because I can’t have sex, doesn’t mean you can’t. And there is nothing I’d like more right now than to make you feel as good as you make me feel every day.”

She let her hand travel up Violet’s arm and down to her chest, her fingernails gently scraping over her freckled skin. 

“But only if you want to,” she added so that Violet didn’t feel obligated. That was certainly not what she wanted. 

“Christ, is that even a question?” Violet breathed out heavily, looking at Ellie with blown pupils at the prospect of what was to come. 

Her mouth almost began to water at the thought, swirling in her mind, all the little things she had been missing, aching for. And every time she had felt bad about it, especially when Ellie’s condition was such that, consistently, she was really not having a good time, but she couldn’t stop herself. Ellie just had that kind of effect on her, and seeing her belly growing and swollen with their child, it brought something up in Violet she didn’t think she’d ever felt before. In her eyes, Ellie could not get more perfect, and every day it drove her closer and closer to insanity. 

A devilish grin curled Ellie’s lips at Violet’s eagerness. It was good to know that through all of this, some things would never change.

“Now, where was I?” she asked as she took hold of Violet’s hand again. She repeated the same path as before, this time letting her kisses become more open mouthed, allowing her tongue to graze across Violet’s pale skin until she reached her inner elbow again. She swept her tongue across it, back and forth a few times while her breath washed over her skin, relishing in the sounds it elicited, enjoying the way it made desire swirl in her own stomach. Of all the things she missed, this was, by far, one of the ones she missed the most. 

Violet swallowed hard and inched closer to Ellie, her legs already rubbing back and forth together in an attempt for some sort of relief. 

“Ellie, please,” she whined. “It’s been seven months, are you really going to make me wait longer?”

“Christ, Vi.” Ellie couldn’t help but laugh. Violet had always been quick to warm up, but this had to be a new record. Not that she could blame her. Even when Violet was pregnant, even when Anthony was a newborn, they had never gone anywhere near this long. 

“I suppose not,” she said as she turned onto her side to face her. Her hand pushed up under her hair to grip her neck, pulling her down to her. After a pulsing moment where their faces were just far enough apart that they could feel each other’s breath through their parted lips but could not reach, Ellie’s lips took Violet’s in a searing kiss, her tongue pushing into her mouth. At the same time, she slid her hand down the side of her body until she reached her thigh, her fingertips pressing into the soft flesh under the edge of her shorts as she pulled Violet’s leg over her hip. 

Violet was careful about how much weight she was putting on Ellie, but also made it very clear with how her body pushed into hers, what it was she was ready for. 

She melted into the kiss, allowing Ellie to overtake her, to feel the curves of her body pressed against her. Her breasts, her stomach, her hips. She whined a little, clearly desperate for more. 

Ever since Violet had found out what sex could be like, how it made her feel, how it connected her to Ellie, she couldn’t get enough. And going seven months without it had been a test of her will. 

“God, I needed this, El,” she murmured into her mouth. “Thank you.”

“Save your gratitude until I’m done,” Ellie said as her hand pushed further up under her shorts until she could feel the edge of her underwear. Her fingers edged underneath, fingernails gripping into the skin of her backside, adding pressure so Violet was flush against her. 

“Take your shirt off,” she said. Doing it herself would have been difficult and awkward, and she wasn’t about to ruin the mood that way. When Violet moved to do as she was told, Ellie put her hand on her hand and looked up into her eyes with a pointed gaze. “Actually, take all your clothes off,” she commanded. 

Violet shuddered and nodded her head, first removing her shirt like she had initially moved to do. Next, she unclasped her bra and tossed on the ground next to the bed. She then moved apart from Ellie so that she could push herself up on her knees, fitting her fingers between the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down before taking them off one leg at a time with a kind of balance that seemed almost expert. Her underwear was last, quickly and easily discarded along with her other clothes before she pulled herself back, close to Ellie, kissing her lips firmly.

“You know…” she whispered, letting her lips trail down Ellie’s neck. “I never let you really have your way with me and…Anthony’s stopped nursing.”

Ellie let out a slight groan at the combination of Violet’s mouth on her neck and the reminder of her promise from what felt like a different lifetime. It was almost unfair, that now she could have what she wanted but couldn’t really have what she needed. 

This isn’t about you, she reminded herself and returned her thoughts to her wife who was right there, gorgeous and naked and desperate for her. That would be more than enough for her at that moment. She would make sure of it. 

“That’s because I was too busy being violently ill to take advantage of the opportunity. But since the opportunity has presented itself now…” she urged Violet to sit back by pushing gently on her shoulder. She then turned back onto her back, scooting backward so she was sitting up. 

“C’mere,” Ellie patted her thighs, inviting Violet to straddle them. Despite how big her stomach felt, she hadn’t truly popped yet, the baby still settled back by her spine which was, in large part, the source of a lot of her discomfort. Fortunately, it meant that when she was seated, Violet could still get reasonably close without worrying about putting too much pressure on her belly. 

Violet was quick to listen, thankful that Ellie was also wearing shorts, granting her the ability to feel her wife’s skin against her own. She wrapped her arms around Ellie’s neck, her chest leaning suggestively forward. 

“You’re sure this isn’t too much, Ellie?” she asked, feeling a small hint of doubt creeping in, despite the pulsing strength of her desire.

“It’s fine, my love. I’ll tell you if anything changes.”

Her hands slid along Violet’s thighs and up further, her fingers bumping along the ridges of her ribs until she reached the heavy weight of her breasts. She took them in her hands, pressing them up slightly so they were as enclosed in her hands as it was possible for them to be, spilling over the stops of her fingertips. At the same time, she kissed along her freckled collarbone, then down further along her chest, letting her tongue trace wet lines along her freckles until she met her fingers.

Sliding one hand down to her waist, she encouraged Violet to arch her back slightly, allowing her better access as she pressed kisses around the supple flesh. Oh, how she had missed them. With her heart rate picking up and beating quite hard somewhere other than her chest, she slid her tongue against Violet’s nipple, feeling it harden in response. 

She took her time, truly enjoying herself and getting her fill after almost two full years. Her fingers and mouth worked in tandem, pinching and teasing, rolling and sucking for as long as Violet would allow.

“Mmm Ellie.” Violet’s breath hitched in her throat, her stomach growing tight at her wife’s continued ministrations. This was a particular sensation she had missed, she would allow it to play out until her need for something more was unbearable. “Keep going,” she panted. 

Her hips moved in response, but Violet wasn’t ready to give in to it just yet, still relishing Ellie’s mouth and hands against her chest. 

What Violet wanted, Violet got, as much and as often as Ellie could give it. She continued to worship Violet’s breasts, wholeheartedly and with great enthusiasm. But when Violet’s hips began to push down on Ellie’s lap even harder, rocking back and forth as her body searched for relief, Ellie took her breasts in both her hands again, flicking her thumbs over her nipples as she pressed kisses to the space between them, her mouth moving lower until she could not reach anymore. 

“Sit up, my love,” she told her, encouraging her up onto her knees as she scooted herself lower until Violet straddled her chest instead of her lap. Ellie was still inclined enough to be comfortable, but low enough to reach where she needed. After trailing them down her body, her hands settled on Violet’s hips so she could keep some level of control as things progressed, and let her mouth trail its way down from her navel, over the lower portion of her belly, and finally down over her dark curls that were absolutely dripping. It wasn’t quite dinner time yet, but she still planned on eating well.  

“Ellie, are you sure?” Violet asked, practically shaking from her positioning over her wife. She reached over her, gripping onto the headboard for support. She bit her lower lip so hard she began to taste something metallic in her mouth, forcing her to release it, looking down at Ellie, a few tendrils of hair that had escaped from her bun framing her needy expression. 

At this point Violet wasn’t sure why she was asking Ellie if she was sure, she had told her already if anything became too much she would let her know. Perhaps she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. It had been a long time, and while she was dripping wet and ready for her wife, there was a bit of nervousness that came with it. 

Ellie looked at Violet from beneath the curves and slopes of her body. It was a tantalizing view, one that would only get better as Violet lost control and gave into her pleasure, but something made her hesitate. 

“I’m very sure,” she said, leaving no room for doubt. “Are you?”

“I-” Violet paused, her breathing becoming more laboured. “No,” she admitted. “I’m not.” 

She didn’t know how the words had left her mouth, so contrary to what her body was physically telling her, but she supposed it was the truth.

Ellie blinked, a record scratch in her head, feeling both surprised and confused. However, it was only a second before she recovered. 

“That’s alright. Do you want to stop or… just change positions? What, uh, what are you not sure of?”

Violet swallowed thickly. She looked away from Ellie for a moment before making eye contact again, reaching down and holding her face carefully in one hand. 

“It’s not that…it’s not that I don’t want you,” she attempted to explain. “Clearly, I do otherwise I wouldn’t be…well…” she voice trailed off as she blushed. 

She pressed her lips together before taking the bottom one between her teeth again, gently this time. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was wrong. Why did she not feel sure? 

 Ellie wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but whatever it was, she trusted them to work it out together. 

“Why don’t you come back down where you were and we can just sit with each other for a few minutes, hmm?” 

Violet nodded and lifted her leg from over Ellie so that she was next to her instead. Feeling the cool air of the room begin to nip at her skin, she crawled under the covers and came closer to her wife, resting her head against her shoulder, still feeling the need and want to be close to her. 

She basked in her warmth, in her gentle touch and caress as she wrapped an arm around Violet’s shoulder, tracing mindless lines against it.

Ellie just held her wife for a few minutes, not letting her mind wander too far into possible problems or the solutions that came with them. Instead, focusing on being there, on taking care of her, which was exactly what she had set out to do in the first place. She still intended on doing so, even if it looked different than what she had planned. And maybe Violet just needed a few minutes. Either way, Ellie would be right up there with her. 

When she felt enough time had passed, she turned and kissed the top of Violet’s head, then let her lips rest in that spot before speaking.

“It’s been a pretty long time and a lot has changed since we last had sex.” She left it open ended, an invitation to ponder rather than a request for an answer.

Violet nodded her head, still not sure if she had the right words to speak yet. 

After a few more moments of silence, she turned so she was fully pressed against Ellie’s side, her nose nuzzling against her wife’s shoulder. 

“I don’t really know why, but I feel a little nervous,” she admitted. “Maybe it’s just because it’s been a while, or because you’re pregnant and I’m worried about you, I just want to make sure I don’t…dive in headfirst like I usually do. Even though I want to, so badly, it’s very confusing,” she sighed and pouted.

“Says the woman who was whining about waiting within ten seconds of us starting,” Ellie laughed, hoping the teasing would help lighten whatever mood Violet had found herself in. Squeezing Violet in a little tighter, she shifted her own position slightly, her back starting to protest being in the same one so long. “Since you said you do want it, we can slow down, if you want. Though we run the risk of naptime ending. Or, we can do it right here where maybe it won’t feel as risky to you?” Ellie knew she would have been fine positioned how they had been before. But if it didn’t make Violet feel safe, it defeated the purpose anyway, so it wasn’t worth bothering. Even though Ellie had been really looking forward to it.

“Exactly my point!” Violet laughed along with Ellie’s first comment, happy they could at least find some joy in the situation. She took a deep breath and lifted her hand so that she could brush some of Ellie’s now frizzy and unkempt curls away from her face. 

She clicked her tongue on the top of her mouth, as if in thought, before taking Ellie’s hand in hers and placing it first on her side, leading her further down. 

“Maybe we just do it like this?” Violet suggested, her voice dropping lower as she leaned in towards Ellie’s face, her lips ghosting her wife’s. “I missed having you inside me, anyways.”

“Fuck.” The word slipped out as a whisper before Ellie could bite it back. At the same time, a shudder crawled down her spine. With just one line, Violet managed to restart her brain, losing her every ounce of wit or eloquence she had ever had. Shifting even further onto her side, Ellie smiled at her wife who was simultaneously radiant and fucking fit.

“You’re a wildcard, Violet Ledger,” she said, letting her hand continue its path lower, ghosting over Violet’s hip and stomach toward the apex of her legs. When she reached it, she danced her fingers lower, edging in between Violet’s thighs and urging them apart at the same time as she kissed her again, that way she could drink in every desperate, needy sound she made. As it turned out, Ellie was as thirsty as she was hungry.

Violet opened her thighs wider, allowing Ellie as much access as she needed. When she felt her fingers slide between her folds, she gasped, throwing her head back and arching further into Ellie’s arms. 

“O-Oh,” she shuddered, pressing her lips together. 

Ellie slipped her fingers through Violet’s slick heat, teasing and playing, just for a few moments, just to have a little fun and make sure she was ready this time. 

When she was sure, she pushed her fingers into her, as deep as she could until her palm pressed flat against her, adding another layer of sensation. 

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”

Violet was not able to speak any longer, only sounds escaping her mouth. 

“Ah-Ahhh.”

She thought she felt her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her hips bucking into Ellie’s hand, forcing her even deeper. 

As she moved her fingers inside her, pulling out almost all the way and then pushing them back in, settling into a steady rhythm, Ellie watched the pleasure roll across Violet’s face. The way her mouth hung open, her eyelids twitching, eyebrows drawing further and further down as she came closer. God, it was magnificent to witness. Getting to see firsthand the ways that she could paint ecstasy on Violet’s face was absolutely intoxicating. 

“You’re close, aren’t you, my love? Be good for me and wait, just a little longer. I’m not done watching.”

“I-I’m trying,” Violet panted.

She gripped onto Ellie, concentrating hard so that she could hold out just a little bit longer for her love, her wife. She’d give her the sun, moon, and stars if that's what she wanted.

“E-Ellie…” she closed her eyes for a moment, hoping she could get the words out. “W-When I finish…don’t stop.”

Ellie felt her own core tighten in response, all of a sudden needing to bite her lip to keep herself under control. For several more strokes, she continued until she could tell Violet couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“You’ve been so good, so patient. Go ahead, my darling.” 

When Violet finally allowed herself that release, she moaned loudly, her hips still rocking into Ellie’s hand, continuing even when it felt like too much. 

“El…El…El-Elinah, good God!” she cried out.

Ellie watched Violet crash over that edge and felt it all the way through her whole body. Every little muscle twitch, every ragged breath, every broken word scorched through Ellie like a wildfire, burning her up in the most delectable way. 

As requested, she didn’t stop, instead pulling Violet closer against her with the hand around her shoulders, kissing her neck and shoulder while her fingers continued, her palm grinding against the pulse beating in response to her first release. 

“Again, my love. I know you want it again. I know you can do it, you’ve been so good for me already,” she whispered against her ear. 

Violet nodded her head vigorously. She bit her lip, concentrating, even as it became so overwhelming she could hardly bear it, she knew she was close again. 

“Fuck me,” Violet moaned loudly into the pillow, her mouth hung wide open.

Ellie let out a full blown moan. If that word had surprised her when it came out of her mouth earlier, now it nearly broke her. Christ that was the hottest thing she had ever heard. 

“That’s right, love, just like that.” As she spoke, she curled her fingers forward and kept her pace and depth steady so nothing could distract her away from her second fall. 

Despite her trembling legs and the way her whole body thrummed with incessant pleasure, Violet continued to match Ellie’s pace with her hips until finally, for a second time, she felt everything crash down on her, a choked moan the only sound capable of leaving her mouth while her muscles twitched against Ellie’s fingers. 

Ellie held Violet’s trembling body, letting her come down for a minute before pulling out and wrapping her arm around her waist to get her even closer. She pressed kisses to her temple, her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. Any part of her within reach, so utterly taken by her. It felt good to have been able to pleasure her this way after so many months of needing more and more from her, of feeling incapable of taking care of her as she was used to doing. This was something Violet needed, she knew, and yet had not complained about missing it a single time. So, Ellie was thrilled to be able to give her this without needing or expecting any sort of reciprocation, and since she wasn’t allowed to anyway, Violet couldn’t insist. 

Violet was still breathing heavily when Ellie pulled her into her. She allowed her whole body to go limp, still hazy from the pleasure, satisfied in a way she needed to be so desperately. 

“Ellie, you uh…hmm I haven’t been this relaxed in…” she shook her head lazily and laughed, a languid smile coming across her face. She was certainly blissed out.

Ellie laughed, too, more than pleased with herself. 

“Good. Then I’ve done my job right.” She ran her hand along Violet’s spine, her lips resting against the hair at the top of her head, feeling her breathing slowly return to a more regulated state. The silence between them was peaceful and familiar, and Ellie let it stretch on for a while, basking in the reconnection she hadn’t even realized they had needed. 

It was Anthony’s voice floating down the hall, clearly up but unbothered after his nap, that pulled her out of it. She wasn’t quite ready to let the moment go, however, so she let her hand traipse down Violet’s arm to her hand and brought it to her lips. 

“I know I already said it, but it bears repeating. Thank you for everything you have taken on for me and for our family. You are the most amazing woman I have ever known.”

“I’d do it for a lifetime,” Violet murmured, kissing the underside of Ellie’s neck. 

Like her wife, she also elected to ignore the fact that Anthony was now awake, seeing that if he was bothered or something was wrong, he would have called out for them. There definitely were some perks to having him grow out of the very cute newborn stage, it gave both them and him some more autonomy. 

She closed her eyes for a few minutes, simply focusing on Ellie’s hand against her, the feeling of being so close to her wife in a way that felt tangible, that she had missed so much. 

Eventually, they were pulled out of their small slice of paradise when Anthony began singing some made up song, informing them that he wanted to be retrieved. 

“Mummy, Mummy come! Mummy, Anty pay! Anty no lala. No lala!”

Violet couldn’t help but laugh at his little song, sitting and listening to it for a few more moments before reluctantly pulling away from Ellie, finding a robe and wrapping it around herself so that she could go and pick up her son. 

As Violet pulled on her robe, Ellie pushed herself up with more effort than she cared for it to take, until she was on her feet.

“Bring him here?” she asked before heading into the washroom to wash her hands. She wanted the chance to see him before she would inevitably need to rest again. Since she had already used up her allotted trip on the stairs for the day, she would have to settle for having him visit her rather than playing together downstairs. 

“Of course. I bet you he’ll ask to see Mama anyways,” Violet smiled, slipping out of the room to retrieve Anthony. 

When she opened the door, he grinned gleefully, toddling over to hug her legs then be picked up. 

“Mummy, where Mama?” he asked, putting his head on her shoulder. “Beebee here?”

Violet chuckled and kissed his hair. 

“No dearest, Baby isn’t here yet,” she explained. “And Mama’s in the other room. Let’s go see her, huh?”

Anthony seemed a little exasperated that his sibling had not yet made an appearance, but didn’t make it too known aside from a grumble. 

When Violet came back into the room, Ellie was settled on the bed and Anthony quickly pushed himself out of her arms so that he could go to her. 

“Mama!”

“Hello, my flower!” Ellie leaned over and lifted Anthony up onto the bed, avoiding eye contact with her wife as she did so because she was not supposed to do that, but she couldn’t help it. She was too impatient to wait for Violet to come over and assist him. 

“Mama, beebee!” He leaned down and kissed her belly, hugging it, his little hands patting either side while he smiled so big his eyes squeezed closed. 

Ellie tousled his brown curls, beaming down at him. 

“Baby is trying to wave to you, can you see?” She showed him the spot where a lump moved back and forth on her stomach. 

“Hi, beebee!” He waved as enthusiastically as he would at a stranger at the shop, the sight making Ellie’s heart squeeze with joy in her chest. She hoped he would be this loving and happy once the baby was here, taking away his mums’ attention. 

“Ellie,” Violet came over to her side and lightly chastised her for lifting Anthony, but left it simply at that before watching her wife and son continue to interact. 

“Mummy, Anty eat?” He looked over at Violet, by this point understanding that she was the parent who’d been mostly feeding him and doing the various things that he needed. 

“Let me go make you and Mama a snack then, my love. Does that sound good?”

Anthony nodded his head. 

“What would you like, Anthony?” 

He bobbed his head as he was thinking, gently rubbing Ellie’s stomach as he did so. 

“Apple and chee.”

“Okay,” Violet chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Mummy will be right back with a plate of apples and cheese. Ellie, do you want anything else? Tea maybe?”

“Apples, cheese, and tea actually sound perfect. Thank you, my love.” She blew Violet a kiss before she left the room.

While Violet was downstairs, Ellie took the opportunity to play with Anthony as best she could. They played peek-a-boo, which still made him laugh so hard he would get hiccups. She tried and failed to teach him pattycake, and when he started to get restless up on the bed, she had him show her how fast he could run from the bed to the wall and back again, over and over, giggling every time she cheered for him. 

Violet quickly went to go prepare the snacks and tea, and as she came back upstairs, she could hear the cheering coming from the room, and she smiled widely just before she entered. 

Anthony’s eyes went wide seeing the large plate of fruit and cheese, quickly jumping back up on the bed as Violet placed the tray in front of Ellie, taking her tea off of it and placing it on the nightstand instead so that Anthony didn’t accidentally spill it. 

“Mummy, yummy,” Anthony grinned, and bounced up and down. 

“Here, baby,” Ellie said, handing Anthony an apple slice. 

“Here, beebee,” he said, taking his apple slice and bonking it against Ellie’s belly. 

Ellie laughed, entirely enamored as she rubbed his back. “Oh, no, Mama meant you.” She took the apple from his hand and held it out to him again. “Apple for Anthony.”

“For Anty!” 

“That’s right! Mmm!” She took a bite of her own apple slice, encouraging him to do the same. Once he was happily chomping away, she turned to Violet, a tired but joyful smile on her face. “C’mon, Vi. Sit. Eat something. Lord knows you’ve worked up an appetite,”

“I’m gonna…”  she said, her voice trailing off as she pointed to her robe then the closet. “I’ll come join you after.”

Violet grabbed some clothes and went to change in the washroom, coming back out now dressed in flannel pyjama pants and one of Ellie’s favourite sleep shirts that currently did not fit her, but conveniently did fit Violet. 

When she scooted into bed with her wife and son, Anthony crawled over to her and nestled himself in her lap, using her neck as support to pull himself up so that he could kiss her smack on the lips. 

Violet chuckled and scrunched up her nose, using the opportunity of his close proximity to attack his face with many kisses. 

“Mummy loves Anthony so much,” she smiled. “Thank you for the kisses, dearest.”

Anthony simply grinned and launched himself forward into Violet’s arms, giving her a big squeeze.

Ellie could feel the fatigue of her exertions, which had been pitifully minimal she couldn’t help but think, so she let herself settle into the pillows, her cup of tea resting in her hands atop her belly, watching the two people she loved most in the whole world. A little whisper in her mind reminded her she should have been thinking about three people, but that just didn’t feel like a reality to her, so she pushed the thought aside. She would think about it later. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy Violet and Anthony being so adorable it almost made her sick. Or perhaps that was just her usual nausea, she thought as she took another sip of tea, trying to wash it down. 

After Violet and Anthony had settled down, Violet suggested that maybe they could watch a movie together. They had gotten a small TV from Ellie’s parents to put in the room while she was on bed rest so she could at least watch some movies to entertain herself. 

Anthony seemed to think it was a grand idea, and Violet let Ellie know they could order in whatever she wanted so they could have a cozy night together as a family. 

They had managed to convince Anthony to watch something other than The Lion King. Unfortunately, The Land Before Time—the draw of dinosaurs the only thing that could convince him—was not a good movie for a pregnant woman who had spent seven months being miserable to grow a baby. She was an emotional mess by the time Violet got up to order food, and she took the opportunity to pull Anthony in against her, which drew his attention to her.

He turned onto his knees, plopping himself against her chest. “Mama sad?” He touched the tears on her cheeks. 

“Yeah, Mama is a little sad. But I’m okay, promise.” She kissed his forehead, and then he grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks while pushing his forehead rather firmly into hers, making her laugh a wet laugh and wrap her arms around him. 

When Violet came back into the room, she snuggled closer to Ellie, pressing a kiss to her temple before asking,

“Are you okay, love?” 

She wanted to make sure there wasn’t something else aside from their impending second round of motherhood and hormones that were causing her to feel this emotional. 

“I’m fine.” She scrubbed away the tear streaks still on her face with the heels of her hands. “This movie is sad even when you’re not raging with pregnancy hormones. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea.”

“Okay,” Violet nodded, “And you’re right, I’ve been trying hard not to break down this whole time, good Lord.”

Once she settled back in next to Ellie, she let herself close her eyes for a few moments, simply existing with her family that she could not be more grateful for.