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[tociminna]

The Loom of Fate: Chapter 9 - Seen

Chapter 9 Action! Laughs! Tooth-rotting romance! Brief mid-chapter excerpt below. Next week: The Party 👀

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She slumped, her eyes closing, and he took her face in his hands, shaking gently, willing her to wake. His thumbs left gory war-paint smears of blood on her cheeks.

“You can't rest yet, I'm sorry, you can't,” he heard himself saying, over and over, until her eyes opened. He propped her up against his side, wrapping an arm around her, and slowly tipped the potion down her throat. She leaned on him as the potion did its work, one of her horns cool and smooth against his cheek.

Bolts rained down around them as Astarion fired, continuous and untiring, keeping the goblins away from them and from Lae'zel, still on the floor.

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Chapter 8 Mostly angsty, with a bit more Astarion than usual.

Chapter 7 Karlach! A leetle romance, some angst.

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Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, all the fixins

Rating: E eventually, but so far M.

Summary: Slowburn friend-to-lovers romance, heaps and heaps of pining, eventual smut (check my oneshots if you'd like a sample) and a bonus minor Bloodpact on the side. A semi-novelization of the game with some expansions to canon, some filler for plot holes, and a lot of Forgotten Realms/tabletop lore with a big focus on bards and artificers.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 3

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (Please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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Uncle Moody's funeral was only a day later since the wedding was also very close. I didn't go down with the crowd, instead watching from the bedroom window, holding Remus in my arms. 

I would've gone down, except I had a strange, almost psychopathic response when I got around people who were crying in a depressed atmosphere. I always started to laugh and I hated it. Especially since I loved Uncle Moody so much, it felt disrespectful. So I had stayed inside to avoid it. 

Dad came in later and told me that Uncle Moody had left his house to me in his will since I was the closest thing to a relative that he had. That sent me over the edge with the tears I had been trying so hard to keep in. 

Sirius had left me a house. Uncle Moody too. I already knew that it was in Dads' will too. Severus might've as well, if he had a will. 

And I would give all of it up to have them alive. 

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The days leading up to the wedding were full of work, getting the house ready for the Delacour family. Trang and I mostly worked together around the house after Mrs. Weasley discovered that we weren't going with the other three. But Harry, Hermione, and Ron on the other hand were kept separated at every possible moment. 

There was a lot of Order members coming in, which was always nice because I enjoyed seeing Kingsley. The others I didn't care all that much about. 

Dad and Tonks weren't staying at the Burrow like I was, because they had agreed it was safer for me here and I couldn't apparate every day with Remus. You weren't really supposed to apparate with young children and he wasn't even six months old yet. 

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all rather in a bad mood when Mr. Weasley set off to go and fetch the Delacour's. Trang was only slightly annoyed and I was mildly annoyed. I liked house work for the most part, but my fingers were hurting from the scrubbing I'd done. 

"Yeesh, I almost wish I was going with them." Trang complained under her breath. "What are we-" 

But she didn't get to finish her question as an unnatural laugh rose on the air. I shuddered a little, shaking my shoulders, even though I knew it was just Mr. Weasley. 

"Maman!" Fleur ran forwards to embrace the adults. "Papa!" 

Madame Delacour was a beautiful woman with long blond hair, wearing leaf-green robes. Mr. Weasley was laughing at whatever she had been saying. 

Monsieur Delacour was not handsome, but made up for his looks with his good nature. He came up to Mrs. Weasley, kissed her twice on both cheeks. "You 'ave been to much trouble." He said in a smooth, deep voice as Mrs. Weasley flushed, "Fleur tells us you 'ave been working very 'ard." 

"Oh it's been nothing, nothing! No trouble at all!" Mrs. Weasley flushed. 

"Dear Lady! We are most honored at the approaching union of our two families! Let me present my wife, Apolline." 

His wife glided forward, kissing Mrs. Weasleys cheeks too, which started setting of Trang's giggling. She bit on her palm to make it look like she was just hiding a yawn. 

"Enchantee, Your 'usband 'as been telling us such amusing stories!" 

Mr. Weasleys' maniacal laugh set off my own struggles not to laugh. And after Mrs. Weasley threw him a look, he set his face gravely, like he was standing by the sickbed of a dear friend. I bit hard on my bottom lip while Trangs' giggles started to become more audible. 

"And, of course, you 'ave met my leetle daughter, Gabrielle!" 

Gabrielle looked exactly like Fleur and batted her lashes at Harry while hugging Mrs. Weasley. Ginny cleared her throat loudly and Trang started to cackle, ducking back into the house to hide. 

I snickered, following. Trang was cackling and I shook my head, amused. "Grow up Trang. Yeesh, you'd think Gabrielle would realize the age gap is to large." 

That set Trang off again until she managed to say with a grin, "And what was the years between you and Sevy?" 

I flushed. "Shut up." 

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Waking up on my birthday felt weird. I had never been good at following the no magic rule, especially when I was in a wizarding house where the Ministry couldn't register the difference between normal and underage magic. But knowing that I could freely use magic wherever, whenever I wanted was strange. 

"Happy Birthday." Trang said as I sat up. She was already up and dressed, pushing over a present. 

"Thanks Trang." I grinned, picking up her package. It contained two art journals. One was leather bound and about the size of an average book. Complete with a book mark and a strap to keep it together. The other art journal was pocket sized, meant for smaller sketches. She had also paired it with a new pencil set with different graphite darkness. 

"This is great." I grinned at her. 

"Well, I thought you'd like it." Trang smirked. "Anyways, I can smell the bacon from here. Let's go." 

Downstairs, I found that Mr and Mrs. Weasley had gotten me a gift, which was a small necklace that they were handing down to me. I nearly cried. 

The Delacours had gotten me roses and chocolates. Hermione had gotten me The Subtle Knife, the second book in the Golden Compass series; The Shining, Cujo, and Doctor sleep which were Stephen King books. 

Ron had gotten me Sugar quills. Fred had sent me charms to add to my bracelet. 

I handed Harry my present for him. It was a journal, not unlike the journal Trang had given me. I had filled half of it with notes about Voldemort, curses, jinxes, offensive and defensive spells. I had drawn wild plants and labelled which ones were safe to eat and which ones were not. I had drawn the Horcruxes in it, though I had also written a note that he should memorize them and then burn the pages in case it fell into the wrong hands. 

Half of it was also empty, just in case he wanted to write in it himself. 

Later, when Dad and Tonks showed up, Dad gave me a watch. It had a purple band and the outline of the face was purple, though pearl coloured inside. "It was your mothers." He murmured in undertone. 

"Thank you dad." I murmured, already putting the watch on as tears pricked my eyes. Tonks pulled me into a tight hug. It was really only then that I noticed dad seemed stressed, because Tonks was beaming with happiness. 

I already knew, of course, that dad was feeling very uncertain about the baby in Tonks stomach. I knew that he would run after some time, but Harry would rebuke him and he would go back. Since it worked so well, I wasn't going to interfere. 

Hagrid gave me a journal that was not unlike the one that I had given Harry. Inside were watercolour drawings of all sorts of magical creatures, with paragraphs about them. But the other half of the book was empty for my own drawings and notes. 

Harry and I were sharing a cake, which Mrs. Weasley had baked and made. It was the size of a beach ball and was in the shape of a golden snitch. Half of it was vanilla and the other half was chocolate. There were actually 34 candles on the cake, seventeen of them being red and the other seventeen were purple. 

It was the first birthday that I had really shared with Harry. Truly. I wondered if Mrs. Weasley had her suspicions- as Hagrid and McGonagall and Dumbledore had- that we were truly siblings. It was like the adults that I knew, knew that we were, but no one said anything. 

I wished Kingsley could've been here, I'd asked him if he could come. But the Muggle Prime Minister was definitely more important. 

Charlie and Hagrid were talking as I made my way to sit down between Dad and Trang. Trang was listening in attentively to the discussion about Norbert, pardon- Norberta . 

"They're a lot more vicious." Charlie was saying, before looking over his shoulder and muttering, "Wish Dad would hurry up and get here. Mum's getting edgy." 

"He's been held up by Scrimgeour." I explained, setting Remus down in my lap. Dad tensed next to me at the name. "The Minister will be coming. And you don't have to leave Dad, there's nothing to worry about when he comes here." 

The Ministry was very anti-werewolf at the moment. Partly on the Death Eater side since they were half-breeds and not considered pure-blood wizards. Partly on the Ministry side because of Greyback and also the long prejudice against them. 

Mrs. Weasley hadn't heard me as she came back over saying, "I think we'd better start without Arthur. He must have been held up at- oh!" 

 The Patronus of Mr. Weasley, which happened to be a weasel, stood on its hind legs as it ran across the garden and then stood at the table. "Minister of Magic coming with me." 

Dad became fidgety, but I squeezed his hand in reassurance and he stayed where he was. The Minister and Mr. Weasley appeared very soon after it. Scrimgeour looked much older and I felt a stab of pity. I might not like the man, but he was better than Fudge and I had seen his future. He was a good man at heart, truly. 

"Sorry to intrude. Especially as I can see that I am gate-crashing a party. Many happy returns." 

"Thanks." Harry and I said together as he looked at both of us. Now, I was wondering if he too was seeing me as Harry's sister. Then I realized that I didn't really care. 

"I require a private word with the both of you. Also with Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger." 

"Us? Why us?" Ron asked. 

"I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private. Is there such a place?" 

I got up, handing Remus over to Tonks and patted Trang on the shoulder as I walked into the house first. "This way, Minister." 

I moved through the house to the living room, perching on the arm of the sofa while Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat on it. 

"I have some questions for the four of you, and I think it will be bets if we do it individually. If you three-" He pointed at Harry, Hermione, and I, "can wait upstairs, I will start with Ronald." 

"We're not going anywhere. You can speak to us together, or not at all." Harry decided. 

"Very well then, together. I am here, as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will." 

I kept my face stoic, only slightly surprised. Not about the will, but the fact that I had been included in it. Though, perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised. 

"A surprise, apparently! You were not aware then that Dumbledore had left you anything?" 

"A-all of us? Me and Hermione too?" Ron asked. 

"Yes, all of-" 

"Dumbledore died over a month ago. Why has it taken this long to give us what he left us?" Harry demanded. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked. "They wanted to examine whatever he's left us. You had no right to do that!" 

"I had every right. The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will-" 

"Which was created to stop wizards passing on Dark artifacts." I interrupted now. "While also having powerful evidence that the deceased possession are, in fact, illegal before seizing them. I find it hard to believe that the Ministry thought Dumbledore would pass onto us, something cursed." 

"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss K-" 

"Lupin. Miss Lupin." I said firmly. "And no. Law bores me. But that doesn't mean I don't know it. You have to know what the law is to break it." 

Ron smirked but Scrimgeour just looked annoyed. 

"So why have you decided to let us have our things now? Can't think of a pretext to keep them?" Harry asked. 

"No, it's because the thirty-one days are up." Hermione and I said at the same time. She continued, "They can't keep the objects longer than that unless they can prove they're dangerous, right?" 

"Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald?" Scrimgeour decided to ignore the both of us. 

Meanwhile, Ron stupidly replied with, "Me? Not- not really. . . It was always Harry and Elizabeth who. . ." 

"If you were not very close to Dumbledore, how do you account for the fact that he remembered you in his will? He made exceptionally few personal bequests. The vast majority of his possessions- his magical instruments and other personal effects- were left to Hogwarts. Why do-" 

"Hold on." I interrupted, frowning. "What about his private library? In the vision I saw of this conversation he left the library to Hogwarts too." 

"In good time Miss. . . Lupin." Scrimgeour said, eyeing me. "Well, Ronald?" 

"I. . . dunno. I. . . when I say we weren't close. . . I mean, I think he liked me. . ." 

"You're being modest, Ron. Dumbledore was very fond of you." Hermione said, trying to fix the situation. 

Scrimgeour pulled out a scroll and read from it. "'The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'. . . Yes, here we are. . . 'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.'" 

I perked in interest, seeing the object in Scrimgeour's hand, before he handed it over to Ron. I remembered Uncle Moody using it when we were returning with Harry to the original Order of the Phoenix headquarters. I felt a swoop of sadness flow through me. 

"That is a valuable object. It may even be unique. Certainly it is of Dumbledore's own design. Why would he have left you an item so rare?" When Ron didn't answer, Scrimgeour continued, "Dumbledore must have taught thousands of students. Yet the only ones he remembered in his will are you four. Why is that? To what use did he think you would put his Deluminator, Mr. Weasley?" 

"Put out lights, I s'pose. What else could I do with it?" Ron asked. 

Scrimgeour turned back to the will, "'To Miss Elizabeth Kane Lupin, I leave to her my private library in the hopes that she finds it enjoyable and explorative. I also leave Fawkes, in the hopes that she puts him to the best of uses.'" 

My heart soared, hearing both of those, the memories brought back as well. 

"And why do you think he left you these things?" Scrimgeour asked. 

"Well. . . I always told him I enjoyed his library." I said with a small smile. "And I've inherited them before so I suppose this is no different. But with Fawkes. . . I told him something in the future that I cannot explain to any of you. Fawkes is to help me with that. He told me he would help me before he died. This is the only thing I can think of." 

Scrimgeour seemed a bit please to get an answer out of me, even if it wasn't a straight one. With a wave of his wand, Fawkes was there, sitting in a cage. I opened it immediately and he flew to sit upon my shoulder. "The private library has been moved with his specific instructions to your art studio." 

I only nodded. 

"'To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my cop of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'" 

I zoned out a little, admittedly. It helped that I already knew what the rest of the possessions were. Dumbledore had given me Fawkes, whose tears were an antidote to Basilisk poison. Was it possible that Dumbledore believe Fawkes tears could be used to save Severus' life when Nagini bit him?

I wasn't sure. It was hard to hope for that. And it wasn't like it could be tested out first. I had made other plans, of course. Brewing Felix Felicias first of all. Carving protective runes into the skin above his heart and on his neck so that Nagini would be deterred and would have to bite him somewhere else. 

"This is not a joke, Potter!" Scrimgeours angry voice cut through my thoughts. "Was it because Dumbledore believed that only the sword of Godric Gryffindor could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did he wish to give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as do many, that you are the one destined to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" 

"Interesting theory. Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put some people onto that, instead of wasting their time stripping down Deluminators or covering up breakouts from Azkaban. So is this what you've been doing, Minister, shut up in your office, trying to break open a Snitch? People are dying- I was nearly one of them- Voldemort chased me across three counties, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there's been no word about any of that from the Ministry, has there? And you still expect us to cooperate with you!" 

"You go too far!" Scrimgeour shouted, standing up and Harry and I were on our feet in an instant. Scrimgeour pointed his wand at Harry, a hole burned in his T-shirt. My wand was pointed at him in seconds. 

"Oi!" Ron jumped up. 

"No! D'you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?" 

"Remembered you're not at school, have you? Remembered that I am not Dumbledore, who forgave your insolence and insubordination? You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen year old boy to tell me how to do my job! It's time you learned some respect!" 

"Insubordination." I snorted, lowering my wand an inch. "God all you Ministers are all the same. First Fudge, now you. You're not Kings." 

"It's time you earned it." Harry said at the same time while footsteps came running down the hallway. 

Mr.  and Mrs. Weasley were first, followed closely behind by Dad and Tonks. 

"We- we thought we heard-" 

"Raised voices." Mrs. Weasley finished for her husband. 

Scrimgeour took a few steps back while I lowered my wand completely, putting it in my pocket. "It- it was nothing. I. . . regret your attitude. You seem to think that the Ministry does not desire what you- what Dumbledore- desired. We ought to be working together." 

"I don't like your methods, Minister. Remember?" Harry asked, raising his hand to show the 'I must not tell lies' on the back of his hand. 

Scrimgeour left without another word, Mrs. Weasley hurrying after him. I strode out of the room and outside, leaving the others behind, wandering more into the garden. Fawkes cawed softly and I stroked his head. "Yeah, that was stressful, wasn't it?" 

I watched something flying towards me in the distance. An owl?

It was a smoky, midnight black coloured owl with large orange eyes. It had a small box in its talons and flew off immediately after I took the small box from him. 

It really wasn't big and I wondered what was inside of it. I opened it up and pulled out the Elizabeth Magnolia flower inside. It's white-yellow petals were soft and waxy, the inside was a soft red. In the very middle of the flower- the pistil- was the smallest black heart, burned by a wand. 

I smiled, closing my eyes, putting the flower against my heart.

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[astralarias]

4, 8, and 10 for Ruarn!! And 6, 14, and 25 for Raotel cause I have to ask about her <3

(@the-tired-commander)

Ruarn!!

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? Usually, fawn or freeze. It depends a bit on the situation but he's not someone who enjoys conflict and is already a bit of a people-pleaser, so fawn it usually is.

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder? He has murdered before and technically gotten away with it - both in Maguuma as a Mordrem and his continued vigilante clean-up service of Inquest/bandits/etc. But he doesn't consider that murder, since they're bad guys (and his morality leaves a bit to be desired). But if he was in a murder mystery setting he'd crack immediately - even if he didn't even do it.

10. What’s an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC? I think he could fit into a modern AU pretty well! He could remain a werewolf and his general arc could still happen. Aside from that, I'd love to make him in BG3 because of course.

Raotel my babygirl :D

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? Almost impossible. She's extremely stubborn and dedicated to what she believes. Best chance you'd have would be to convince her it's for the greater good, but even then, she straight up would rather die than do outright evil things. Giving her an ultimatum of, for example "do xyz or I'll kill someone you love" isn't going to work either - you've just made her mad, and with her Oath of Vengeance that isn't something you want to do.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters? Sensible, reliable, considerate. She wants to be a guiding light, someone you can turn to to light your path. She's a bit too keen to be viewed as having it together, when she very much does not, but feels she has to be strong.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC? She is so sillyyyy and just a leetle lizorb and I love her dumb face so much <3 On a deeper note - I've known I'm polyamorous for a while but through her, I feel I've been able to explore that more - the way she rightfully feels no shame about it and how she loves without fear is something I really want to live up to.

[radley-writes]

Hello there! Multiple things. First, you exist! You have a face! And a voice! Not just the author of a book and want to have read and the owner of a blog I read most every day! Wow! Wow wow wow! Wow! Is that too many wows? Probably. Moving on, the horrors looks like my cat (his name is Oliver and he is dense and grumpy and a guardian and I love him)! Next, we have pronunciations! I pronounce year like "yur," usually, but I sometimes get self-conscious about it. (continued)

I have to go to war with the entire state of Nevada now

I hope u understand

Multiple answers! Whether I exist or not remains a matter of hot debate, as I keep promising to show up to things in person and then forgetting about them. I am Schrodinger's author. Seguing from Schrodinger, The Horrors also exists in an in-between state, at once a chubby cuddle-cat and an eldritch monstrosity who feasts on fingers and my woeful tears. Please give Oliver a kiss on his leetle head for me? It's very important that he knows I love him <3

I love "Yur"! Accents and pronunciation are super interesting to me, and I'm always fascinated by how much variation there is across the world~ I also find it amusing that you, the American, say it as "Yur," as in 'shine yer shoes guvna', while I, the Brit, say it basically as 'yee-ha', despite being the furthest thing imaginable from a cowboy. Look at us, swapping stereotypes!

I'm glad I came up with a few novel ways to mispronounce Nevada. What was your favourite? I must admit, I'm a fan of Neevada! If you wake up one morning and every sign in your state has been graffitied to 'correct' the spelling in line with my terrible pronunciation, you know who's to blame. Thank you for telling me the actual pronunciation! If the one thing I take from today is that Nevada has a dad hidden in the middle of it, I'll be happy.

And last but not least - you can certainly ask me writing questions! And ramble about your life! And tell me Oliver facts (though I'm afraid I'll have to demand cat tax.... pleasepleaseplease show me his squishy little face)! My inbox is open!

I hope you enjoy my book! I'm honestly thrilled that you're excited for it. Hearing that means a lot!

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[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 2x17 Playing God (rewatch, so possibel future spoilers included)

To be honest, I don't think Jadzia always has the best grasp of self: The symbiont is "I", the hosts including Jadzia are thrid person sometimes. ("A bartender I've known for a hundred years introduced it to Curzon." " know all about field training. Jadzia just went through it a few years ago.")

Voles?

Voles.

Jadzia's face lighting up when she's able to join the vole hunt

Gosh, they're ugly little critters

I do like hearing how she thinks of herself, it's super interesting

It does feel like she's showing off to Arjin about how varied her tastes and hobbies and interests are. And then getting disappointed he's not more interesting

LOVE the chief just cutting off Dukat mid-sentence

Hehe, Julian's flute. Classic.

I should have guessed the voles would cause an actual factual problem

"And take those phasers off stun, Chief. No more Mister Nice Guy." XD Sisko

Welp that conversation did not go the best, Jadzia

Oh yes, it's a universe. Only a leetle tiny problem...

Quark is strangely inspirational with his Arjin pep talk?

Aaaand of course it just gets more complicated. Why'd you have to find life, Jadzia? XD

Kira is way more pragmatic than the other federation idealists and I kind of love her for it? It makes so much sense for the different characters to have these conflicts of interest, and especially for her to have a "kill or be killed" mindset

Sisko's monologue is interesting

Love that Sisko goes to see Jake when he's feeling worried

YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH A DABO GIRL?

"You mean you would have understood?" "Of course not!" I love these two so much

Now that was better explained, good job Jadzia

Kira's "May the prophets guide you" <3

I'm glad Jadzia's manages to find her own way of doing things. And Arjin can understand where she was coming from now.

[jrueships]

French friends !!!!

[bambuwu-writes]

Hi 🙋🏽‍♀️ your fics are actually amazing and they are such a big comfort for me!! Could you please do hcs of hisoka, taichi and muku with an s/o who is strong and picks them up at random times like they are just practicing and their s/o walks into the room and picks them up que everyone just looking and waiting for them to put him down like: 🕴🏽

Sorry for making this so specific please have a nice day and say safe!! :]

(if this makes you uncomfortable in anyway or your reqs are closed please delete this req!!)

THANK U THANKU THANKU SMMMM.....THIS,.,,REQ,..,.,SO CUTE,,,.,.EEIUGHGJ.,.,.[please pretend u dont see me digging around in my room to find my dumbbells again,.,.i have forsaken my workout routine.,.]

hisoka

ragdoll FR

he reeeally like being carried :”) he falls asleep sooo quickly when you’re holding him! he feels safe with you :)

he wiiillll go totally limp tho, he’s not even gonna try to make it easy on you

absolutely will try to convince izumi to let him go through with practice like this but she’s too worried about you getting tired so she kinda shuts it down after a few mins

she does think you two are really cute tho <333

she will audibly go ‘awwwweee’ if she sees you carrying him around the dorms

anyways! imo hisoka is totes the type to really like how his partner smells, so if you’re being all cuddly with him but gotta leave at some point, he will demand you give him your sweater or jacket or soooomething just so he can hold onto it while you’re gone

taichi

OKOKOK HE THINKS UR SO COOL….but this???? picking him up??? in front of everyone???

SWOONING….

ww.,,.www,., pleading eyes emoji

you make him feel so SPECIAL OMG… like he knooows banri is laughing at him a leetle bit [lightheartedly <3] but he does not CARE he feels like your SPECIAL BOY he feels CUTE and LITTLE

he will make sure to give u a big squeezy hug before you go! [or you could stay for practice >:OOOO! sakyo knows ur a good kid so he doesn't particularly mind]

after the first few times taichi will try and pick you up too!! he wants to be a cool boyfie!! if he cant manage it the first time, no worries! he’s on his way to tasuku to get advice on strength training 😌

muku

wAAAAAA :”D HES GONNA CRY….

dont be surprised if he picks you up too >:333 he’s a strong boy!

pleaadignnjvjf eyes emojinvjf part twoo,.,waaughf HE LIKES U SM,,,,

he’s actually totally squee-ing :”) full on baby mode activated

this is just like that one scene in that shoujo manga he’s been reading lately where the main character’s love interest picks them up because a pipe burst in their classroom and the floor was flooding and the love interest didnt want the mc’s shoes getting wet and they had a scene where they carried them outside and!!! and!!!

he’s so cute pls listen to him,..

kazunari Will whistle at you two just to see muku get all blushy and try to hide his face in your shoulder [feel free to make fun of him for being single, it will make yuki laugh for the entire practice]

[catcze]

Beach day thoughts with Crepus and leetle Diluc and leetle Kaeya go !!

!!⠀## : GN! Reader, parental figure reader to kaeya and diluc, Fluff <3 A little suggestive + some humorous not sfw implications but nothing explicit ykyk?

I––

you enabler.

A beach day with husband material Crepus + the leetle babs would be soo much fun!!! aksdhas CAN YOU IMAGINEE??? Like, hands down i agree that Crepus would just buy you guys an entire island or like maybe a big ass beach strip depending on availability ig. Tho DIluc and Kaeya have gone to the beach before, I don’t think they go super often? Like duh Lulu is a whole slice of white, untoasted bread for a reason. 

But anyway–– you’re gonna have to slather both of your kids in sunscreen before you let them play on the beach. One, because DIluc sunburns sooo easily it’s as if the sun declared him its mortal enemy, and two because when Kaeya and DIluc are left to their own devices to play, these two could spend literal hours in the waves and sand, so that right there is a risk for sunburn. 

Crepus mainly stays with you during the beach day, reclining underneath a huge beach umbrella (because, like the tiny white bread, dilf white bread is also hated by the sun) and just chilling with you. He won’t do much frolicking in the sand or w/e, not unless you or the kids ask him to. 

Speaking of??? Imagine Crepus being roped into some sort of game with the leetle babs, right, and at one point they sorta trip him and send him sprawling in the water. A ffucking funny sight, to be sure, and you’re laughing, but now imagine when he resurfaces, right. His hair’s damp, some strands are sticking out of his low pony and dripping saltwater. One of Crepus’ hands do the thing where he pushes his hair out of his face by, like, raking his hands through his hair, and you get a goood look at his arms hmm <3 His skin is glistening under the sun, and drops of water run down his chest. Listen listen, whether Crepus has got the sexy abs bod or the dad bod is up to you, but either way he’s fucking smoking right now, okay? And he’s laughing, too, accentuating the smile lines on his face that you think are so charming. And if he faces your way with that dazzling smile and the bliss in his eyes?? Absolute fucking spontaneous combustion.

Something fun you can do to mess with him is to lie on your front and ask him to put sunscreen on your back. Crepus doesn’t even know why he’s flustered at the prospect of it, right, but he is. Maybe it’s because he’s getting an eyeful of your bare back right now, or because of the way that in a way, this shows him that you trust him or smthn sappy like that. Either way, Crepus is flustered as he rubs the lotion on your skin–– and if you jokingly moan or someshit for shit’s and giggles, he might just press a little firmer, let his hands wander a little lower,,, you may have started moaning as a joke, but bestie I don’t think it’s a joke anymore.

Problem is?? You guys are literally at a beach with your kids, so there’s like no privacy :(( No gawk gawk today Crepus, sorry bud, you gotta make sure Kaeya and Diuc don’t drown and/or kill each other. 

But it is sweet, though. I can see Kaeya and Diluc having a cute competition about trying to find the prettiest seashell on the beach and give it to you. It’s super cute, and whenever one brother one-ups the other, it incentivizes him to go out and find an even better shell. By the end of it, there are two little dragon’s-hoard like mounds of seashells at your feet. It’s super duper cute, and you even pick one shell from each of your boys’ pile to bring home with you. 

Side notes that I don’t wanna spend too long talking about:

He probably manages to find a few coconuts or smthn on the beach, and cracks it open, so now y’all have coconut water to drink <3

Kaeya and Diluc probably have a sandcastle building contest. Low-key Kaeya wins, but the tide swept it out :((

Crepus totally kisses you on the shore, with the ind tousling your hair and the sunset in the background. Kaeya and Diluc are fake-gagging at you both, but it just makes the two of you laugh when you seperate.

At midday, when the weather is warmer, after Crepus is finished playing in the water with your sons, he’s a bit tired, so you let him rest his head on your lap, his eyes closed as he snuggles into the warmth of your body, and he hums so happily if you brush your fingers through his hair or over his shoulders.

Listen, my point is that Crepus + his hot ass swimming shorts + your sweet kids + a beach is literally a dream come true, okay? 

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 15. The Sun Would Rise In The Jasmine Skies

Malibu California, April 19 2002

As I stand in front of the full floor to ceiling mirrors that surround the bed in our bedroom, wearing my Louis Vutton black strappy stilettos, I slip on the gold chain straps to my Christian Dior newsprint knee length backless dress that hugged my body in all the right places, and flowed from my hips in an asymmetrical a line cut. I had just finished my makeup, my classic black smokey eye looking perfectly dramatic and I couldn't decide whether to wear my curls up or leave them down. 

It was the night of our engagement party, and Tommy had invited everyone - and I mean everyone - to his club that he owned, Venus, the club that Lizzy and I had gone to the first night after I met him. 

Tommy made dinner reservations at Nostimos to have dinner beforehand with his mother and sister since they aren't able to come to the party, which is right around the corner from Venus. I was a little nervous since this will be the first time I'm meeting his mother and his sister. 

I still cannot believe that we are getting married. I have never been so happy in my entire life, and I know I keep saying it but I really thought I would never ever feel this way again. I can't even believe he asked me to marry him. Me? Really? He wants to marry me? Like man, sometimes I still don't know just what he even sees in me.

"Babe! You almost ready up there or what?" Tommy calls up the stairs with a laugh.

"Yea, yea... no, I don't know," I call gathering my dark curls in my hands and attempting to see what I would look like with my hair up, turning my back to the mirror and looking over my shoulder, then letting my curls fall to see if that looked any better. I caught a glimpse of the diamond ring on my finger in the reflection, shining so brightly in the glow of the late afternoon sun coming through the room and I looked down at it, falling in love with how it sat perfectly on my finger.

"Vhat are youz doin-guh my leetle von, you are makinz us late!" He yells up at me in his slimy greek guy accent that he does sometimes that makes me laugh uncontrollably, though right now I was just trying to concentrate on what to do... but still ended up laughing.

"Ok just...," I laughed, calling down to him. "I'm fixin my hair my love, just give me a wee bit of time," I add trying to do my terrible irish accent back to him and I hear him laugh from downstairs as I run over to my dresser, grab a few bobby pins and make a quick updo with my curls on top of my head with some cascading down, giving myself a double check to make sure it would stay, then spritz a bit of perfume - Tommy's favorite of course- and then make my way out of the room, to the open loft staircase and quickly make my way down the steps to see Tommy at the bottom of the staircase waiting for me.

He wore a white collared shirt, with only the bottom 3 buttons done up, his necklaces laying perfectly against his chest as usual, jeans with his silver studded belt and belt buckle and his red converse Chuck Taylors with a black fedora hat. He looked so incredibly handsome I almost couldn't control myself. 

He smiles at me and places his hand on his chest and I give him a confused look and then say, "What?" 

"Just checking," He says.

"Checking for what?" I ask and stop in front of him a step or two before the marble floor so that I was the same height as he was.

"Checking to see if my heart is still beating" He says, his dark eyes looking into mine. 

"Stop," I chuckle with a shy smirk.

"No way," He says and leans into me while I place my palms on either side of his face, and he presses his lips to mine,  then moves his lips to my jawline,

"Fuck, you smell so amazing, I could just... mmmm" He says leaning back into me, placing his lips to my earlobe, then that spot under my earlobe again, trailing to my jawline, then back to my lips. 

"C'mon, my love we are runnin' a wee bit late,We don't want yer Ma waitin now," I say in my terrible irish accent again once I part my lips from his and he laughs.

*****

Hollywood California, Nostimos, Hollywood April 19 2002

About an hour-ish later we arrived at the restaurant, and somehow a few photographers found out about our dinner at Nostimos and were waiting outside taking photos. The camera lights flashing made me incredibly nervous, especially since some of the photographers were yelling questions about who I was, but Tommy held my hand the entire time, giving them a subtle wave and said nothing as we stepped inside.  All I could feel was my heart pounding. I've never experienced anything like that before, like usually it was only random fans coming up to Chris and being so sweet and asking for an autograph or something but nothing like that at all. 

I'm always so damn nervous when I'm meeting a parent and all that flashing and photos being taken outside did not help at all. I remember the first time I met Chris's mom and I was a nervous wreck. I was so young and so shy that I barely said 3 words to her. Also it didn't help that Chris didn't actually get along with his mother very well and so that made it even more awkward.

"Uh, reservations for Lee" Tommy says in that deep voice to the tall blonde hostess at the front of the restaurant. She then looks down and checks the list of reservations in the little black book. 

'Sure, right this way," She smiles and leads us into the restaurant, Tommy still holding my hand as we walk closely together. 

"Does that happen a lot?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Not as much as it used to," He says looking down at me.

We finally reach the table to see his mom and his sister and they both rise as Tommy greets them so sweetly giving his mom a hug.

"Mom, this is Andi.. babe, this is my mom Vassilikki, but everyone calls her Voula," Tommy says once he lets go of her and turns to me, his mom waving at him dismissively.

"Hi," I smile shyly and she smiles back at me.

"Hello, it is very nice to meet you," She says sweetly in her greek accent, then embracing me in a hug which caught me a little off guard but I welcomed it of course. She is gorgeous, and Tommy looks so much like her. No wonder she was Miss Greece. 

"It's so nice to meet you too, Tommy has told me so much about you," I say once we pull away from each other.

"All good I hope," She smiles.

"Yes," I giggle.

"And uh, that over there is Athena," Tommy says and she just gives him a look and he laughs.

"That? Oh gee thanks," She says sarcastically, sounding just like Tommy. "Hi, it's good to meet you" She says, turning to me and embracing me in a hug as well.

"Hi, thank you, you too," I say nervously and then we pull away from each other. After a few more moments of pleasantries we then all sit down at the table with Tommy sitting beside me and his mom and sister across from us. The waitress then comes over to ask us what we would like to start with and I knew I wanted a drink to get some of my nerves calmed down. I decide on a martini and once the waitress comes back with our drinks we continue with our conversation.

His mom asks me a ton of questions, all good ones of course, how old I am, where I'm from, how I met Tommy all of which he has told her before but I guess she wanted to hear it from me. 

"... so Tommy mentioned that you're part of management?" Athena chimes in after her mom seemed satisfied with my answers.

"Mmmm... yes," I say as I finish my sip of my martini and then add " I um, have a small management company, that I run independently. I've um, worked with Alice In Chains, Pantera, Nirvana for just a little bit early on... Soundgarden..." 

"Well that's fuckin' cool, " Athena says and her mom gives her a stern look. "Sorry mom," She says and Tommy chuckles. "So you were part of that whole grunge thing huh?" She adds and takes a sip of her drink.

"Yea," I say.

"Well it's good to see that you aren't just a... y'know a hanger on," She says.

"Athena" Tommy says after he takes a sip of his drink.

"What? Dude I'm sorry, Tommy I love you but... sometimes your choices in women are like... questionable," She says and takes a sip of her drink.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckles.

"Nothing," She says and Tommy just looks at her. I wasn't sure if they were arguing or if this was typical brother and sister behavior.

"So you, work in the music like my Tommy?" His mom says to me, changing the subject back to our original conversation. 

"I do. More like behind the scenes though," I say.

"You are very beautiful, why behind the scenes as you say?" She says which made me blush.

"Um, thank you," I smile sweetly at her and then add " I just have more of a talent for the business part than being up in front of y'know... millions of people," I explain and feel Tommy's hand move to my thigh rubbing comfortingly through my dress.

"And you uh, love my Tommy?" She asks, taking a sip of her wine.

"I do, very much," I say and Tommy glances at me and I look up at him.

"And you are sure you want to marry?" She asks.

"Mom," Tommy says, giving her a look. 

"What? You're my son, I need to ask questions-eh," She says in her greek accent which makes me grin to myself.

"Yes, I definitely want to marry your son without a doubt," I reassured her. She looks at Tommy and I can tell that he was giving her a hurried look, and then she looks back at me.

"Ok, then I love you too," She smiles at me and everyone laughs while Tommy shakes his head in embarrassment.

[tociminna]

Update! The Loom of Fate, Chapter 8: Veil

Chapter 8 Mostly angsty, with a bit more Astarion than usual. Brief mid-chapter excerpt below.

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Niamh looked upward, to the pair standing at the railing. Astarion was loading a fresh bolt into his bow. Gale stood, wreathed in a halo of sparks, the staff in his hand crackling furiously. His eyes were alight with a blue-white glow, starlike, as he scanned the room. Their uncanny luminosity was a strange contrast with the gentle half-smile that flickered across his face when he saw her. Her heart did a painful sort of somersault in her chest and she looked down. No, she thought. No. This is not for you. No more mistakes.

--

Chapter 7 Karlach! A leetle romance, some angst.

Chapter 6 The Weave scene with bonus Gale angst

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Tags: Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Eventual Smut, all the fixins

Rating: E eventually, but so far M.

Summary: Slowburn friend-to-lovers romance, heaps and heaps of pining, eventual smut (check my oneshots if you'd like a sample) and a bonus minor Bloodpact on the side. A semi-novelization of the game with some expansions to canon, some filler for plot holes, and a lot of Forgotten Realms/tabletop lore with a big focus on bards and artificers.

[dancingkirby]

THE QUICK AND DIRTY SACRIFICESHIPPING EPISODE GUIDE!

(AKA the one from GX...not the one from DM)

Are y’all like me and sick of watching every freaking episode of Season 3 to try to find all the little snippets with Ekou and Amon in them for your fanfics???  Or are you maybe new to GX and just want to figure out why I keep blabbing on about these two nerds?  Either way, this guide is for you! 

NOTE:  I, personally, would recommend watching the sub version first, THEN the dub if you want some humor.  Generally speaking, I’m not as anti-dub as many fans, but I personally find the dub voices for Adrian and Echo to be annoying (moreso Echo), and some of the line readings during some emotional parts to be pretty flat (moreso Adrian).  Buuut if you don’t want/are unable to read a bunch of subtitles, I’m not going to judge. 

Time stamps are not guaranteed to be exactly the same on every video of the episode…and dub timestamps are about a minute smaller because their opening song is shorter.  There are some episodes that I consider to be the most important to watch if one is in a time crunch, so I will make a note of those.

Also, this is not a comprehensive guide to every single appearance Amon makes.  However, it is that for Ekou.  (I think?)

EPISODE 106: 00:12-00:55, 02:09-02:23 Amon recording his thoughts while on the boat to Academia Island.  (It never says just why he’s doing this, but I like to think he sends it to Ekou.)  Is in background during the rest of this episode and the next one, but doesn’t do much else.  Okay, okay, I’ll say it: AMON A BOAT!

EPISODE 108: 09:00-09:25 Asshole Philosopher philosophizes. 

12:20-13:38 Ekou makes her grand debut!  Then Amon does some Skulking Around. 

EPISODE 110: 02:35-02:55 Amon spying on O’Brien.  (In the dub, this is the part where he thinks, “Why does everyone here think out loud?”  LOL) Has another brief appearance at the end of the episode when Cobra catches him on camera. 

EPISODE 111: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!

04:10-05:05 Cobra’s little motivational talk. 

06:55-07:45 Cobra’s EEEVILLL plan; Amon catches onto it. 

09:00-10:40 Manjoume researches Amon online and flips out. 

11:05-12:00 Amon’s speech at the party. 

12:40-13:15 Amon’s EEEVILLL plan.  Glasses do The Thing at 12:55. 

13:50: DUEL!  (The dub has several funny lines in this episode and the next.)

EPISODE 112: Amon vs Manjoume for pretty much the whole episode.  One moment of particular interest, which is:

15:00-16:20 Metaphorical dick-measuring contest and flashback to Chibi Amon in the desert. 

EPISODE 113: 03:05-03:45   EKOUUUU!  <3

04:50-06:23 Amon milks this whole sick thing for all it’s worth.  Everyone is gathered around his bedside, but no one is with Manjoume, even though it cuts to him being in the hospital, in a coma, with an oxygen mask on!  Then, after everyone leaves, Amon goes all James Bond. 

09:00-09:45     Bond.  Amon Bond. 

(Amon makes brief appearances in the next few episodes, doing more Skulking Around.  Not terribly important as far as character development goes.)

EPISODE 117: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!

07:08-09:40, 11:35-13:10 Amon confronts Cobra.  STEROID MUSCLE FIGHT!

13:50-17:30 Yubel Mindfuckery and a Very Important Flashback.  Chibi Ekou in the flashback!

EPISODE 118: 18:35-18:58 Amon’s getting really sick of Yubel.  Also shows Ekou’s face in full for the first time in the present day!

EPISODE 119: Start-0:26 Ekou is getting a leetle worried. 

09:25-10:05 FREEDOM! 

13:47-14:30 Amon had second thoughts about his plan.  Ekou starts her Great Rescue Attempt.

20:12-20:20 Ekou and Co get to the island, buuttt…

EPISODE 120: 08:15-09:05 Amon monologues to Yubel Arm Football.

11:15-11:32 Amon shows up at the gym like NBD.  Where did he get his regular clothes back from??

12:02-12:10 Amon and Misawa’s Bi Awakening.  (In the dub, Adrian says it’s “just a flesh wound.”)

16:35-17:00 Ekou kicks Samejima’s ass! :D  But immediately gets outnumbered.  D:

18:23-18:45 Amon discovers that Yubel Arm Football no longer has Yubel’s arm in it…

EPISODE 121: Start-00:37 “BUT YOU PROMISED! WAAAHHH!”

03:53 “OSHIT they found the submarine?!”

06:30-07:10 “Can I come with?  I’m definitely not plotting anything!”

09:20-09:40 “Yes but what if I just…let go?”

15:18-15:32 Kirby gets a Violent Porn Flashback (preceding phrase thought up by @jcpmop) to her own fic because it happens right after this scene.  Glasses do The Thing at 15:20.

16:05-16:17 LIAR!  LIAR!  PANTS ON FIRE!

(More small appearances Skulking Around over the next few episodes, and no Ekou.  T_T  Although in Episode 122, there’s that cool shot of everyone where Amon’s like, “Bitch please.”)

EPISODE 127: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE! 

03:15-04:27 EKOU!

04:30-05:37 Amon confronts Yubel/Martin.  DUEL!

08:15-08:40 Ekou drops the “k” word for the first time. (Or would that be the “o” word in the subs?)

10:25-11:25 Yubel Mindfuckery and flashback of Sid failing at tennis. 

11:30- 14:03 Pegasus having a bit of trouble following Ekou’s logic.  Lots of closeups of her gorgeous eyes.  Very Important Flashback.

14:05-14:30 More Yubel Mindfuckery.

14:30-15:05 Should’ve just pressed the damn button when you had the chance…

16:05-17:40 SAY HELLO TO EXODIAAAA!

EPISODE 131:

15:16-15:37 Ekou is happy for once!

21:00-21:10 *insert warp pipe sound effect here*

EPISODE 144: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!

04:25-05:39 Amon being an asshole. 

06:32-08:15 Enter Ekou and Chronos, pursued by bulls.  Also, Edo doesn’t know how to mind his own business. 

06:52 The shot that proves that my ficverse is canon!  LOL

07:32 My Discord profile pic!

08:35-10:03 Edo continues to be nosy.  Ekou, in turn, doesn’t know when to shut up. 

11:30-13:40 Amon crosses the Moral Event Horizon, and Edo is pissed.  Glasses do The Thing at 12:50. 

14:08 DUEL!

19:22 Glasses do The Thing again.

20:25-End of episode Amon BURNS the Moral Event Horizon and snorts its ashes. 

EPISODE 145: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!  Buuut…if you think that watching loving closeups of someone dying in agony while screaming/unconscious from the pain (No blood/gore, though) might be a trigger, here’s where to skip:  03:34-03:45, 05:04-05:32, 06:30-07:17, 09:08-09:35, 10:37-10:55, 14:00-14:05, 15:50-16:45.

Otherwise: 02:30-03:30 OMFG EKOU, RUN AWAY!  (Spoiler alert: she doesn’t.)  Glasses do The Thing too many times to count during this episode.

3:10 LIVE AMON REACTION

18:13 FUCK. YOU.  AMON!!!!

20:25-End of episode Amon with his Exodiamobile. 

EPISODE 149: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!

06:05 Yubel confronts Amon in the Futuristic Insta-Metal Castle thing.  Glasses do The Thing at 07:20. Kirby had to pause the episode on first rewatch at this point because she kept imagining Amon singing “Let It Go” while building the castle and wanted to find a male cover. Which she did! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kohD5z5mE0E

09:17 DUEL!

10:30-10:40 Flashback to 145…skip if you think it might trigger you!

16:30-17:30 Yubel Mindfuckery.  (Actually, Yubel and Ekou are kind of foils to each other, and I wish people other than me would write about them interacting!)

20:10-20:52 Ghost Ekou and more Mindfuckery.

EPISODE 150: VERY IMPORTANT EPISODE!

Assume pretty much constant Yubel Mindfuckery.  And lots of The Thing.

09:04-10:01 Yubel’s “You didn’t love Ekou” speech.

13:10- 14:35 Amon reveals his raison d’etre.  Yubel thinks it sucks.  Featuring new flashback of Chibi Amon. 

16:14-16:32 “Yeah, screw you, Yubel, I’m gonna create my perfect world anyway.”  Ghost Ekou is trying her very best. 

18:30-18:40 Ummm…Ekou…maybe you should go easy on the weed for a while…

19:39-20:15 Yubel <3 Nekkid Shadow Ekou!

20:17-20:55 Amon realizes he fucked up. Rest in pieces, you utter douchebag.  (Another 145 flashback at 20:28-20:30.)

[fluffy-lee-boa]

Also! While I'm still on my Spamton Neo bullshit...,.,..... Is it wrong that I want to hold that creepy looking thing that is his heart so bad?!? Like, I know it's supposed to be this spooky scary mechanical gimmick that will bite your face off with no hesitation, but honest to god if that thing were to spring out of his chest and dart towards me I'd just. Grab it. Hold it gently like hamburger and pet it. Give it a little smooch even?? jshshdh

And, considering how hearts work in the DR/UT world, I believe they must hella sensitive thus even the lightest stroke is gonna send shivers down his spine... So imagine what would happen if you tickled it then >:3c

Instant death probably, with him laughing his heart out (literally djdhd) as he fails to get it back, his laughter crackling and glitching at the same pace of the tickling. You lightly skitter your nails across it? He turns into a very flustered squeaky toy. You squeeze it along the edges while cooing about how cute he is? His ability to even think of a deal to make you stop? Gone. Evaporated. Every word he manages to spit out between his maniacal cackling is either gibberish or a cut audio clip from some old ads sounding more and more desperate by the seconds as he begs you to give his heart back uwu (also hint hint, the chain/spring the heart is attached to is ticklish as well but you didn't hear it from me, make of this info what you will ;3 Also watch out because it will bite in retaliation but shhh details jdhshs)

And, because I know y'all are a bunch of somft leetle lees, I'm just gonna say this. You know he can have 3 of these heart things at the same time right? And they sort of act independently from him (at least that's the vibe I get watching his fight)? Think how bad it's gonna get if this metal hydra decides to wrap around you, hold you in place and just playfully nibble on you. And then Spamton decides to join too because he's just mean like that. Yeah.... RIP besties djshbs ~ ☣️

THIS IS ALL SO GOOD!!!!! TOP TIER!!!!!!!!!!!

Like I can just imagine the ler not even trying to tickle him at first and they’re just trying to make sure his mechanical soul is alright after the events of the game. But the thing is pretty much any touch there will send him into orbit. He’s gone. Eviscerated.

OH OH!!! Maybe it’s a melty spot which is why he has trouble getting it back 🥺 He’s just already a giggling mess the moment you brush against it.

Also how DARE you call me out like this /lh….

Ok ok picture an au where cutting the strings works and you take him back to Ralsei’s Kingdom. And now he’s in one of those battle challenges at the dojo. But after everything, he’s too scared to even try and hurt you again. But he has a much better idea >:3 and that’s when the nibbling comes in.

*insert swatchling scream*

[theclockworkmonk]

Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 3

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Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021 (I know it's unacceptable I'm still working on this, but I got distracted by other prompts)

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

******

Harry and Ginny landed on the path leading up through the Burrow's garden, and they were already feeling more at home than they even felt in their own flat. They approached the door to the kitchen smiling and holding hands, but before Ginny could reach the doorknob, the door flew open and the fast, blurry form of her mother tackled her into a crushing hug that knocked the wind out of Ginny.

"Oh my girl!" Molly Weasley sobbed into her daughter's shoulder. "My dear little girl!"

"Mum!" Ginny gasped weakly, swatting her mother's back as she started to feel light headed. "Mum! Air!"

Molly finally released her and Ginny took a gasping breath.

"Is something wrong, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked quickly, his expression quickly becoming focused and alert.

"Yeah, is there another Dark Lord already? Bloody hell," said Ginny, rubbing her crushed ribs.

"Oh no, no, it's nothing," Molly sniffed, waving dismissively with one hand and wiping tears away from her eyes with the other. "I'm just so happy to see you both, it's been weeks."

"It's been exactly three weeks for Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, and one week for me," Harry pointed out. He had never seen her react so fiercely, even when seeing her children for the first time after being away at school for a year."

"Oh you know me, just being silly," chuckled Molly. "Come on in, dinner is almost ready."

The three of them entered the kitchen, and Harry reflexively reached for his wand as his fledgling Auror senses kicked in. The atmosphere in the room was nearly identical to what he had felt in interrogation rooms. Every man in the room was looking either angry or nervous, with the exception of George, who was biting his knuckle and looking like he was trying not to laugh. He tried to meet Ron's eyes, but his best friend was too distracted by his mother's famous scones. Hermione greeted him with a grateful smile, and Harry got the impression that she had noticed it too. She was the only one who hadn't touched her firewhiskey, tapping the glass with her finger nervously.

After fidgeting for a few seconds, Percy shot up out of his seat, looking too antsy to keep still, and approached the newcomers with two glasses of firewhiskey in his hands. "Er...care for a drink?"

"...Sure," said Harry cautiously, "Thanks." He took the glass offered to him.

Ginny assumed the other glass was for her, and her hand moved an inch to take it, but before she could, Percy turned away and kept it for himself, taking the largest gulp that Ginny had ever seen him take.

Ginny huffed and pursed her lips. Apparently, after bloody everything, her brothers still saw her as just a kid, to the point where it didn't even occur to them that maybe she wanted a stiff drink too. She was just about to let them all know exactly what she thought of that, when the second frantic mother in as many minutes accosted her.

"Ginny!" cried Fleur loudly as she entered from the sitting room, holding Victoire in her arms, presumably after feeding the baby upstairs. Fleur made a beeline for Ginny and tackled her into a one-armed hug, then planted two hard kisses on either of her cheeks.

"Er….nice to see you too," said Ginny uncomfortably, her face turning red. Ginny and Fleur had gotten friendlier since the war ended, but this level of affection was certainly unheard of.

"You are beautiful, Ginevra," said Fleur with a beaming smile, "Radiant! Come, I 'ave somezing upstairs I need your 'elp with."

"Fleur…" said Bill, his voice laced with warning.

"I just need 'elp wiz ze packing," she said dismissively, handing her daughter to her husband. Before Ginny could express displeasure at being roped into work before she could say a word to her family, Fleur had taken her by the hand and begun leading her up the stairs. They stopped at Bill and Charlie's old bedroom, which by now was more of a storage space to shove things the family didn't have a space for. When Fleur opened the door, Ginny saw the old beds covered in several wardrobes worth of colorful, expensive-looking outfits. Ginny recognized them as Fleur's maternity clothes.

"I am finally getting to packing away all of zis," Fleur explained, pointing towards several open cardboard boxes. "Ze sorting should go faster with ze two of us."

"Okay," said Ginny uncertainly, "Why now? And do you want me specifically?"

"Oh, well," Fleur shrugged, "Eet just seemed the right time, zey 'ave been sitting up here for ages. And I am letting Bill spend time with his brozzers, and your maman….well, it is best if ze two of us avoid zis topic, or she will be lamenting zat I will not be putting all zis to use again soon enough."

"Ugh, I know," Ginny groaned. "She really has been smothering you, hasn't she?"

That was enough to make Ginny sympathize with her sister-in-law, and she set to work sorting, folding, and packing away the absurd mountain of clothes. Of course Fleur had to invest in a whole new wardrobe for just a few months, all from the same high-end French designers she got all her clothes from.

Ginny chuckled and shook her head.

"What is funny?" asked Fleur.

"It's just...maternity clothes are supposed to be frumpy, right? But even your maternity clothes are more glamorous and sexy than what I wear normally," Ginny laughed.

"Oh. Well…" Fleur said in a sing-song voice, "Eef you see anyzing zat you liiiike…."

"I don't think it would make much difference if they sat in my closet for several years instead of yours," laughed Ginny. "Hermione's the one who's already engaged, she's probably the one who will need these next."

There was a beat of silence, so Ginny looked up from the clothes she was folding towards Fleur, and was surprised to see the other woman looking at her with sadness and disappointment, chewing her painted lip with worry.

"Ginny…" Fleur said softly, gently squeezing Ginny's shoulder. "I like to zink zat we 'ave become closer zese last few years. I 'ope zat we can trust one anozzer. We can tell each ozzer zings and know zat eet will stay between us."

Ginny blinked at Fleur silently. "Er...thanks, Fleur, that...means a lot."

Fleur smiled again, but was still looking at Ginny expectantly, like she expected her to say something equally earnest, and the younger witch was growing more uncomfortable.

"Well, uh, anyway, I don't want to sound like my mum, but it is kind of surprising you're packing these away," Ginny said forcefully, trying to change the subject as she turned back to the clothes. "I never figured you and Bill would stop at one. I always pictured you having a whole proper Weasley litter. If nothing else, you need to have more just so that Vic isn't the only grandchild anymore, so she's not doted to death by my mum."

"Oh, zere is plenty of time for more children for us in years to come," said Fleur, waving her hand, "...and as for Victoire being ze only grandchild," she elbowed Ginny in the ribs playfully, "a leetle bird told me zat she will not 'ave zat title for long."

Ginny jerked so violently she nearly ripped the expensive blouse she was holding, spinning to face Fleur with her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. She saw that mischievous glint in Fleur's eye that she alway got when she had a piece of family gossip.

"WHAT!?" Ginny shrieked. "Who — how do you know—"

"Shhh," Fleur placed a finger against Ginny's lips. "Zere is no need to say anyzing." She gave the confused girl a cheeky wink and continued with the clothes as if she hadn't just dropped a world-shattering bomb on her poor sister-in-law. Ginny's heart was pounding and her mind was racing, which Fleur was no doubt aware of and was thoroughly enjoying having a piece of gossip that Ginny was desperate for.

But Ginny wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of begging for it. It couldn't be that hard to figure out who Fleur was talking about.

Percy hadn't had a single date since the war ended, as far as Ginny knew. He was still beating himself up for abandoning the family to think he deserved anything good in his life.

George had been spending a lot of time with Angelina lately, but they weren't even officially together yet. And if they had that kind of accident, Fleur wouldn't be the first in the family to know about it. George might have gone to Bill for advice, but Bill would take that seriously enough to not share it with anyone, even his wife.

Charlie couldn't have kids since the incident with the angry Ukrainian Ironbelly.

But that would only leave…

Ginny gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. It all made sense now. Ron suddenly talking about leaving the Aurors just to work in the joke shop. That completely clashed with the Ron she knew, who hated being put on the sidelines while others were in danger, and who hated being in the twins' shadow even more…

But it made perfect sense if he needed a less dangerous job with more stable hours. Something one would want if they were expecting a baby.

Fleur looked regretful about pushing Ginny's buttons, and put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I did not mean to upset you, Ginny," she said softly, "forget I said anyzing."

Ginny idly nodded, but knew that she could never "forget" something like this.

Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, one of Ginny's best friends, was pregnant.

[camthesolemnone]

Hi, it's like, 11PM, but I just thought of 3 more promising for you:

1: Nightmares. One of them end up eating g nightmares after their married (the severity of it is up to you), and ends up waking up/getting woken up by the other. They try to help them calm down, and yeah.

Hurt/comfort style, bay-beeeee

Crap I made this nightmare a lot more hurtful than I probably should have. Poor Heavy :<

Warnings for violence, harsh insults, and a mention of sex (not explicit).

Also you mentioned "after they're married" so I'm assuming you mean Misha and Josef. No quarrels here, I'll take any excuse to write about them again.

Scout stood in front of him, tapping his foot and his metal baseball bat against the pavement in an irritated fashion. He had stolen yet another one of Heavy's sandwiches and the giant was determined to get it back. What threw Misha off, however, was the man's sudden stop.

It seemed like he wasn't planning on running away anymore.

"So, tons o' fun, you ready to fight me like a man?" Jeremy taunted, shifting back and forth on his feet in a battle-ready position.

The Russian glared at the Bostonian and cracked his knuckles.

"You are the baby man here. All you do is run like big coward. Heavy will show you real strength!" He shot back.

Scout's smirk and the way he twirled his bat in front of himself held not just confidence, but an overwhelming amount of spite. Misha was almost paralyzed by the man's unforeseen change in demeanor.

"Does a real man just sit at home and bang his gay husband while his ma 's dying and his sisters are tryna fend for themselves?"

Suddenly, that state of paralysis came true. Heavy's blood ran cold while his heart sped up to an unhealthy level.

"How...what--it is not like...I DID NOT KNOW SHE WAS ON HER DEATH BED! IT HAPPENED SO SUDDENLY THAT EVEN SISTERS DID NOT KNOW!" He shouted, stepping forward to grab Scout by the collar and knock his lights out, "how do you even know of these things? I never--"

Misha was stunned back into silence. His hand went straight through Jeremy's body, and the nimble runner reeled back before bringing his bat down on the Russian's shoulder. The impact was five times as painful as it should have been for Scout's pitiful muscles, and Heavy was sent to the ground with a startled scream. Why couldn't he touch Scout when the man could hit him? He attempted to stand up and retaliate, but Jeremy placed the handle of the bat on the top of his skull and pushed down, shoving his face into the ground.

"You're a failure, chucklenuts! You failed your team, your family, and you're about to fail yourself!"

Heavy cried out, "Nyet!" but in a flash, Scout had disappeared. After a few hesitant moments, the Russian determined he was in the clear and began to lift himself up. Then, as quickly as Scout had vanished, Spy appeared. The Frenchman unfolded his butterfly knife before thrusting it downwards into Heavy's hand, essentially pinning him to the ground. Misha let out another howl of pain.

"I have places to be, so I will make it quick. Enjoy your stay in hell, fat man!"

Heavy wasn't given a chance to respond, as Soldier and Demoman came crashing down onto his back, grinding their boots into his spine. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip so hard to prevent a whimper from escaping that it started to bleed.

"Pozhaluysta, make it stop."

"You are nothing but a greasy Commie who deserves to have his fingers ripped off one by one!" Soldier yelled.

Demoman smashed a beer bottle on the back of the bear's neck, causing him to let out a choked gasp. A rapid series of lashes from Jane's whip resulted in more shrieks and Heavy bleeding in multiple places.

"I ain't drunk, I just despise you, you blubbery Bolshevik!"

"I HATE YOU, STALINGRAD!"

"You're the most rotten crop in the field, partner."

"I've had a lot of poor souls as targets, but bloody hell! You're past pathetic, ya pig! What's this? I think you might even be bleeding gravy!"

"Mmph mmph hmm! Hudda!"

"Yeah, not so tough now are ya? Are ya!"

Misha couldn't stand it. He was being torn apart from the inside out. What had he ever done to deserve this? Why was his team, his friends, punishing him like this?

"Stop! No more! Heavy has had enough!"

Everyone turned to dust, leaving only one figure standing tall and proud. He almost seemed to glow amidst Heavy's blurring vision.

"Doktor, I made vow to myself that I would never appear so weak in front of you, but please, I beg of you, help me..."

Medic turned around. His initial expression was one of confusion, but it soon transformed into one of cold ill-will.

"And why should I do that?" He asked solemnly.

Misha could feel tears pricking in his eyes.

"Josef, please, I love you. Do you love Heavy? You said you did, on day we got married, on the day before that, so, so many times. Do not tell me you have given up on me as well!"

Josef's features softened with concern for his other half. He bent down towards the trembling, bleeding giant and caressed his cheek.

"Of course I haven't left you, Misha," he whispered with a tiny smile.

Through his agony, Heavy could almost feel his own smile coming on. His love was here. He was going to save him from this prison and clean him up and everything would be normal again.

Then, he felt a blade pierce through his chest. One that could only belong to the Ubersaw.

"I couldn't have left you if I was never yours in the first place."

.

"NO!"

Josef awoke with a start, his breathing almost as rapid as the man sitting next to him. With owlish eyes, he turned his head towards his husband and felt his heart shatter.

Heavy has his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He was crying into his sleeve like a child and his whole body shook with remnants of fear. Medic reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but then quickly withdrew it when he determined physical contact towards someone unstable wasn't wise. Instead, he lowered his tone to a murmur and called out to Heavy.

"Misha? Meine liebe? What on earth happened?"

The giant continued to shake and sob for another minute, but once he turned his head and saw his beloved doctor next to him, he gasped.

"You are still here!" He cried.

The German's worry intensified.

"Of course I am, geliebte. I will always be here for you. Just what sort of nightmare did you have?"

Without warning, the giant eclipsed the smaller man completely and cried into his hair. His large arms were almost suffocating, but Josef returned the embrace, rubbing his back through his pajama shirt.

"Scout and Engineer and everyone-...and Doktor stabbed me and--"

"Shh, calm down, Misha. It's going to be alright, I'm here now, and I would never hurt you. I love you, meine Bär," Medic mused, putting everything into making his partner feel comfortable again.

Heavy removed his face from the medic's hair and looked him in the eyes, his own still slightly wet.

"Heh, Heavy is such a mess. Leetle baby dream turned ME into the baby," he joked, wiping his left cheek.

Josef took to wiping his right with a comforting thumb, "There is nothing to be ashamed about, Misha. We all have our bad days and nights. I wake up frequently with nightmares too, usually of you or my parents dying."

Heavy's face dropped again.

"You never thought to wake me up? You know Heavy does not mind. I love you very much, Josef. Would climb mountain for you to be at peace."

The German placed a finger over his husband's lips and shook his head.

"We'll talk about that later. Now is about you. Come now, you must feel exhausted."

And he was right. His breakdown had thoroughly wiped him out, and Medic's soft hands rubbing circles on his hip and on his cheek wasn't helping.

Smiling softly, Josef placed a small kiss on his lover's lips, a reminder that they were both safe, before wrapping his own arms around the Russian and laying the both of them back down.

"Don't worry, Misha. I promise you'll dream sweetly now. I'll even make some French toast in the morning, how does that sound?" Medic grinned.

Heavy, however, was still a tad on the anxious side, so he pulled his wonderful husband closer to his chest and kissed the crown of his head.

"Thank you for staying by my side, Doktor. Heavy appreciates you more than you will ever know."

Medic wanted to respond, but Heavy fell asleep almost instantaneously afterwards. Instead, he continued to smile in the darkness and ran a steady hand across the specialist's back until he himself succumbed to the world of slumber.

A promise was a promise. Misha was not tormented further.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Leetle Maurice is caught drawing on one of the walls/paintings in the castle. WHAT HAPPENS

Read on ao3!

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“Maurice! There you are. What are you doing, sweetheart?”

Belle’s toddler turned around, a wide grin on his face and a stick of bright red chalk in his fist. “It’s my birthday Mama!”

His mother stepped closer and crouched beside him. They were in a rather large hallway, beautifully filled with paintings on one wall and windows on the other. The prince had drawn himself (an elegant stick figure) surrounded by flowers and birds and clouds, all directly on the olive-colored wallpaper. “I know it’s your birthday, lovie, but why’d you draw on the wall?”

The boy’s face scrunched in confusion. “That’s me! It’s my birthday! I had to draw a picture for my birthday!”

Belle was suppressing laughter best she could, bringing a hand to her mouth as she looked at her four-year-old’s masterpiece. Adam would have a heart attack if he saw this, and she feared Cogsworth would simply pass out and never recover. “Where did you get this chalk, Reecy?”

“Pépère!” He answered simply, now drawing on his own hand with the chalk, leaving a mark that looked like a red rash in his palm.

“I should’ve guessed,” Belle reasoned. Where else was her son going to find art supplies, if not her father’s studio. “Did you ask Pépère if you could take the chalk?”

The boy was less enthused to answer this question. He shook his head, then pointed to his artwork. “I made a picture for the wall! Just like Pépère.”

Belle wrapped her arm around her son’s little waist, pressing a kiss to his mess of blonde hair. “I love you, sweetheart. But you shouldn’t just put your art right on the wall. Pépère uses canvases, have you noticed, darling?” She stroked his hair sweetly.

“Canvases?”

“Mhm. Why don’t we go to your grandfather’s studio and return this chalk to him. What do you think?”

“Are we going to have cake after?”

“Of course! It’s still your birthday, lovie,” she chuckled, kissing his hair again and lifting him up onto her hip. She looked back down at his artwork. “It is very good, your art.” He grinned a proud little smile, eyes on his hands as they got redder and redder from the stick of chalk. “But it’s not quite meant for the wallpaper. Pépère has to be with you when you do your art. Will you promise me, my love?”

The little prince nodded his head. “I promise. I’m sorry, Mama.” He made a pouty face, big blue eyes looking right at her. He certainly knew how to melt his mother’s heart in one look.

“That’s alright, Reecy.” She kissed his cheek and turned down the corridor. “Let’s go find the rest of our family, hm? They’re all waiting for you!”

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[Chapters 2 & 3 now posted on Ao3!]

[digimonloving]

(:3 askbox,,, is open? 👀✨ *Sneaks in like a leetle creechure* 😊)

Perhaps a ticket of that Caring Tamer and Devimon 🥺✨ perhaps them cooing at how strong he is, purring how happy they are he comes back so relaxed and uninjured..

Maybe even asking if he could take them to watch sometime 👀?

Devimon and his Caring Tamer

Of course Devimon would come back uninjured, had they no faith in him? At least that was how he teased them, grinning wide at their cooing to him as he drank it all in and basked in their gentle caring ways. Which was something he was growing more and more accustomed to, not quite enjoying it at first but... appreciating it the more he left and returned.

At first he really thought they were just trying to get rid of him in their own way, which he didn't really mind. He'd show that he was strong and could hunt down other Digimon without issues and return back safely. Though, now it's clear that that isn't the case, which does make him even more relaxed than before. He'd never say such, though,

Devimon does boast the more they compliment him. Telling his Tamer of the wild Digimon he hunted during the night, not leaving out a single detail about his hunt as he flies by their side, an ever-present grin plastered on his dark face as he retells it with vigor.

When they ask if he could take them with him to watch him hunt, he's bit taken-aback. Are they Certain they want to join him for such an outing -- in the middle of the night? Where most Digimon do take their time for looking for easy prey?

If they persist in the idea, he does agree, not really fighting them too much on it... Besides, what a way to truly show his dear Tamer his potential and his lethality. Devimon just has to be sure to not try to show off entirely, and act as if they aren't there. Just so he doesn't mess himself up by trying to be too show-y.

To be honest, he does use his Tamer a bit as bait... What Digimon could resist a treat as a human that was left unguarded? He does apologize after he saves them, but he was sure that if they had enough faith in him that they knew Devimon wouldn't leave them to be eaten like that. He was simply hiding in the shadows, and he wouldn't even let the wild Digimon within a certain distance of his Tamer. It was all perfectly planned, though, maybe next time he'll tell them instead of leaving them hanging like that...

He does hope they forgive him. It was a bit of his sadistic side playing into that choice in suddenly vanishing from their side like that. But, it truly gives his Tamer a scope of his power, at least he hopes so.