#shush mira

[briannasroger]

the light you still hold - ch.19

updated my fanfiction for the first time this year. crazy times. can i finish it before DAtV comes out??? hmmmmm

the light you still hold

120k words. Female non-inquisitor Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford. A sprinkle of other smaller ships.

Convincing the Inquisition of her innocence was hard enough when she was newly marked, let alone a month after fleeing from their custody. Ophelia Trevelyan has no wish for history to remember her as just one more mage to ruin the world, but when her choices are stay and die or run and live, she knows which option to pick. She doesn’t know how she’ll convince the Inquisition to believe her this time, but maybe closing the rifts and making friends with them all is a start. Until closing the rifts becomes less about proving her own innocence and more about saving the world one rift at a time. Until becoming friends with them means starting to love them. A story in which the Herald flees from the Inquisition, winds up right back with them, and somehow finds happiness throughout all the trials to follow.

read on ao3.

[briannaswriter]

rping for realsies for the first time in ages has me feeling a Lot

[daily-odile]

Happy birthday Isabeau!!!!

and a bonus small gift from a certain someone...

[arthrmorgann]

IRINA AMELL (origins) | MIRA HAWKE (da2)

GAIA LAVELLAN (inquisition) | KARA INGELLVAR (veilguard)

Tagged by: @crownrots to make some peeps in this picrew! So I decided to make my canon Dragon Age girlies!

Tagging: (apologies in advance if you've been tagged previously - I'm super out of the loop as usual!) @queennymeria @risingsh0t @breadedsinner @merdruid @number-one-buffa-fan @leviiackrman @faerune

[kyri45]

PREV / NEXT / ALL / FIRST (ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU!)

Day 10 of drawing with the left hand: If the characters weren't hard enough I knew I have made my life 300% times harder now that i have to draw those in every panel as well

BUT WHO CARES CAUSE CAPE TIME! Isa cape is inspired by warrior of love and mindful miner, Mirabelle cape is inspired by troupe juggler, shushing light scholar and Pink Bloom, while Odile one s inspired by bumbling boatswine!

AND YES SIF HAS SOME STRANGE FEELINGS SEEING HIS BOYFRIEND WITH CAPE FROM HIS CULTURE

And Bonnie CANONICALLY ONLY run in the naruto chibi run mode now. They are also a Kalimba / Handpan kid, FIGHT ME!

Actually, which instruments you guys think the rest of the family play? My headcanons are:

Siffrin: Ocarina ( I headcanon they had the Manta Ocarina as a child but he kept playing with a normal ocarina after The Wish)

Odile: Cello

Mira: piano

Isa: not sure! let me hear your suggestions!

Thank you @clodsire-the-random-creature for your sky kid submission and their lore! Also if you know who's up there you know what's coming!

[novaxanomaly]

Mission: Rescue Enkai || Closed Starter

@co11ywobbles

Enkai didn't know anything, as he lay passed out on the floor of a wooden shed somewhere.

Before this, he was lounging in the back yard of his childhood home, and dozed off waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He is a deep sleeper, so he didn't notice anything when he was kidnapped.

~~~

Ayaka walked into the backyard with Mira, after giving her a ride home on her bike. "Remember, shush about what I said about your brother... I kinda like making him wonder if I like him or not... his faces are so cute.." She said and dropped her bag on the ground next to the lounge chair Enkai would have been in if he was there.

[agendabymooner]

☏ KITCHEN DEBRIEFING, cs55 voicemail blurb (f)

☏ MOONY’S VOICEMAIL — a series in which formula one drivers send a voicemail to the reader. what about? prompts may vary. (maybe fluff or smut, idk)

voicemail summary: carlos momentarily forgot that he was on his wife’s voicemail as he shared a conversation with his two sons, carlito and reuben.

content warning: dad!carlos x nameless!mom!reader, fluff, short blurb, carlos’ cooking catching strays from carlos the third, mentions of filipino + spanish food, this is literally just a voicemail message haha

note: i’m so convinced that carlos would have a son named carlos as well. this is kinda based off a character from my smau but well— she doesn’t have a baby yet, last time i checked. enjoy xx

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“hello, mi amor. i know you’re at work right now but i’m just calling to let you know that i’ve been a good papì so far— i mean you did tell me i am one but still—“

“papì,” a small voice next to the phone interrupted carlos’ voicemail monologue. “mira woke up.” the ferrari driver let out an audible sigh.

“ay, dios mio,” carlos muttered.

“papa, no she hasn’t!” another voice echoed in the kitchen as fizzles of a frying pan rung out. the person who exclaimed then said, “almira’s asleep. she just moved a little bit. don’t listen to reuben—“

“—but she moved, carlito!” the tiny voice, now identified as reuben, insisted. “papí she moved like this-“ fabrics shifted as the boy moved. “the little baby was like that.”

“i know, i know, benito,” carlos, the dad, shushed his youngest boy quietly. “but mira’s napping now. she’s only moving but everyone moves when they sleep. she’s only getting comfortable, remember? mamí was working hard to get almira to sleep before she went to work today?”

“yuh huh,” reuben mumbled.

“and papì managed to get mira to sleep now,” carlos told reuben. “so that means that papì can cook your dinner. how does that sound?” 

“ooh- papa, what are you making?” the eldest boy, named carlos or ‘carlito’, asked with an intrigued tone. footsteps neared the phone as carlito let out a heavy sigh, “is it paella again, papa?”

“what? no,” carlos replied, almost baffled. “it’s pancit, bebe. and what’s wrong with paella, lito? you love papa’s paella.”

“mmm…sure i do, papa,” carlito hummed and teased. 

“okay, mr. sainz. can you cook?” carlos raised a brow at his son. 

“no but at least i don’t need to cook paella every time!” carlito quipped before laughing and running off.

“oh you—“ carlos muttered and clicked his tongue. “silly boy.” 

“i agree papì,” reuben replied, still standing next to the phone as he said, “i love your paella, papa. not like carlito— carlito is a silly boy.”

“you’re just as silly as him, benito,” carlos chuckled quietly. “thank goodness i love you two so much.”

“hm, papì?”

“yes?” 

“can you please add more chicken to the pancit?” reuben requested. “por favor?” 

“papaaaaa— almira woke up seriously this time!” carlito called out from another room, “i can see her moving in this— phone thingy!” 

“oh my goodness,” a click of the stove turned off the whole thing as carlos’ mouth gaped open for a moment. “oh my goodness, benito.”

“wha- que?” reuben asked, his tiny voice still near the phone.

“i forgot i was calling your mamì— call me later when you can, mi amor— okay bye. say bye, ben.”

“bye mamì! te quiero!” 

— beep —

[t4kalcvr]

VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S1, EP 12 . te apoyare

“Y/NNIE!!!!” amidst the sound of your heavy breathing, you heard a loud scream around you.

as you pivoted, you stole a quick glance over your shoulder, while keeping your hands poised just above your knees.

“satori!!” you puffed out.

“youre doing so good y/nnie! i didn’t know you were so fast. i mean i knew because of elementary and then we separated but—” you began to sort of space out, hearing tendou go on his daily tangent, but not quite listening.

“sweetheart?” his velvety voice resonated so close to you that it felt as though he was speaking directly into your ear.

you were startled a bit as you jumped, “jesus–sorry tennie! was just thinking about my splits,” you wiped some sweat dripping down your neck, “i gotta do some more warms up!” you tried to excuse yourself, “gotta keep the legs warm,” you did a little jog in place to really sell the excuse.

tendou let out a soft chuckle, “okay cutie pie,” he ruffled your hair, “yo mira arriba por tu,” he spoke with a hidden lisp.

you bursted out laughing, “what did you say?” you smile up at him.

“well,” he crossed his arms, “i WAS TRYING to say i’ll watch from above, but i have missed more than a few of my duo lingo sessions,” he bites the inside of his cheek.

you let out another good chuckle before taking a breath, “mirare desde arriba,” You corrected him before giving him a pat on the back and then hurrying off to the center of the track field.

tendou stood there with a small grin on his face, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and contemplation—he released a deep, heavy sigh, burdened by the weight of his thoughts, yet still wearing that dreamy smile, “te apoyare,” he spoke in a low voice as he rested his body weight on the fence in front of him.

“y/n,” you heard a voice from behind you.

you turned around, why can’t i just take a few to breathe, the thought crossed your mind.

"hello," you spoke before even catching sight of the person speaking.

tsukishima.

tsukishima and you locked eyes for a few seconds. He grew even more nervous as you faced him. “um,” he choked, “can i..” he paused.

he realized how strange it would be to ask the question out of the blue so he cleared his throat and switched his beginning phrase, “you did good,” he complimented, and it felt extremely unusual on his end.

you let out a shy laugh as you grabbed your bicep and starting rubbing it slowly, “oh! thanks,” you blushed—you were only used to your friend’s complimenting you and they BARELY ever did.

“uhh, were you gonna ask something before?” you try to close the silence.

tsukishima was startled in his place, he kinda reminded you of a cat because it, “oh yeah, i was just gonna a–”

“Y/NNIEEE,” tendou cheered as he engulfed you in a spine crushing hug.

“tendou,” you grunt, “hey!”

as tendou released you, he began ranting about something that you didn’t mind giving attention to since you had your gaze on tsukishima, who was also glancing between you and tendou.

it had been a few before tendou had finally acknowledged tsukishima, “ohhh, blondie,” he teased, “what are you doing heeeere?” he questioned.

tsukishima was baffled, by tendou and the fact that he didn’t know how to answer that question. was he here for you? or because his friends drag him out? or support?

and did he just call those heathens his friends ??

tsukishima cringed before speaking, “my companions dragged me out,” he replied.

you sighed, “uhh anyways,” you interrupted, “i would like to be going home now,” you glimpsed between tendou and tsukishima.

“oh, that’s what i-” tsukishima attempted again.

“then come on n/nnie,” tendou wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “lemme walk you to your friends, i remember you and yaku live together,” tendou spoke in a know-it-all tone and tsukishima took it personally.

“you only know that because-”

tendou put his finger on your lips to shush you, “because i love you,” he grinned.

tendou turned to face tsukishima, “adios amigo,” he gave a big smile.

“oh yeah, yaku!” you call from the stove.

“yeah n/n?” he shouted.

“yamaguchi told me about a party at ours to celebrate the meet tonight, so we might have everyone over by 11,” you mumble the last bit, “is that okay?” you glance over your shoulder for a second before putting your eyes back on the food in front of you.

“of course hunny,” he pops his head back into the kitchen.

you smile at how sweet he was being because he always noticed when you felt yourself behaving differently because of how odd you felt. yaku always understood.

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translations 🪇 : yo mira arriba por tu = i look up for you ; mirare desde arriba = i will watch/look from above ; te apoyare = i will support you ; adios amigo = goodbye friend

🗒️ : this is definitely my longest episode, so i succeeded my goal, ive spent all day writing this because ive been working for the past week 😭😭 this felt stressful but also like an escape. i have nothing else to say except now im tired 😭😭 ENJOY THIS EPISODE!!! last episode of season 1 !!! WOOOOOO !!!!! i hope this reaches beyond expectations !!!

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[the-hasegawa-fan]

hey. so. um. im really sorry to any tetro fans. im sorry to von, and wada va... and billy la bufanda...

WADA MASANARI X BILLY LA BUFANDA❤️❤️

(this is a crack fic contructed by me and ppl on tetrocord)

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Wada Masanari woke up in his familiar room, his rubber room, his rubber room with RATS. When suddenly... HE SAW IN THE CORNER... a... *anime gasp*.. FAMILIAR FACE..?? (like his familiar room)

"Mira, que tu haces?" The familiar voice said.. as he approached Wada cutely (cuz he's not like the other girls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

"OH MY GOD..! IT'S BEEN SO LONG POOKIE BEAR...!🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸✨✨✨✨I missed my favourite queefer" Wada exclaimed with excitement as he laid eyes upon his one and only ✨neck garment✨

"Tu eres rarito, no? Como que pookie bear, cara de coliflor?" Billy la Bufanda said as he grimaced handsomely 🤫🧏‍♂️

"G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-good heavens...! i-i-i-i-i-i didn't know you felt that way booboo bear🥰🥰🥰"

Wada approaches the ✨neck garment✨ with specific..... heh........𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼...... in mind.

Billy la Bufanda raised a finger to Wada's mouth, shushing him...𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂...🤫🧏‍♂️❤️

"No te atrevas, triple hijue puta~" After saying this... Billy La Bufanda fled the scene..! FLYING OUT THE WINDOW..!!💔💔💔🔪🔪🔪⛓️⛓️⛓️

"N-N-N-N-NO..! BILLY SENPAI🌸🌸...... COME BACK...! I-I CAN'T 𝐿𝐼𝒱𝐸 WITHOUT YOU... ITS JUST SO....𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉.. heh.. like my soul..#brocken🥹🥹🖤🖤🔪⛓️⛓️✨💔💔"

Wada Masanari crode himself to sleep... maybe this was his origin story...... heh... his 𝓒𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝 𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓝𝓣...

Wada smiled slightly... because he knew this was all just a setback... a setback in his journey to become the hybrid princess.

CONTRUCTED BY: CAM, ELLIOT, FUZZY, GAY GUY #7, SILLYFUCK

@acefanaticyaps

[briannasroger]

trying to pick up my DA fanfiction again and my brain does not remember how to write anything for it. it does not remember what TLYSH was meant to be, but I'm gonna find it.

[briannaswriter]

I started a new story after working on In the Midst of Winter for over a year. Very weird to move from a medieval-esque fantasy world to science fiction, but I feel like it’s helped so much in removing my doubts and fears about writing draft two of the In the Midst of Winter. It’s nice to have another project to fall on that has little pressure.

[illuminatedquill]

Sabine leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the ambience of her surroundings. The sights and sounds of Capital City were still a soothing sound to her after all these years. Closing her eyes, she soaked in the sounds of children laughing, the banter and light teasing of a young couple nearby, the quiet murmur of officials, senators, and other heads of state from planets whose name she couldn't remember - all of them had come to attend the memorial.

Once upon a time, she would have avoided a crowd just like this. It would have rankled at her senses, even without being attuned to the Force.

But not anymore, however. She had come to the realization long ago that it wasn't the crowds she was avoiding - it was the vibrance contained within them, the sense of life that beat fiercely inside all the individuals encircling her now.

Life was not meant to be avoided. It was meant to be experienced. All of it: from the highest of joys, to the deepest of sorrows.

A tap on her shoulder broke the reverie. She turned to find her oldest daughter, Mira. She was dressed in Jedi robes of sea blue and midnight black, her favorite color pairing. The younger woman brushed a stray curl of dark blue hair from her forehead - a gift from her father - and gave her mother an amused look.

"Thinking deep thoughts?" Mira asked.

Sabine enveloped her in a fierce hug. "Not at all. Just feeling a little bored, waiting for you to show up."

Mira snorted. "I'm sure Dad would love to hear that."

Sabine released her from the hug and gave Mira a stern look. "Your father knew better than to keep me waiting. Anyway, where are your siblings?"

"They'll be here any moment. Traffic is intense, as you know. A lot of people are coming for . . . coming to see Dad."

Sabine caught the quick pause in her daughter's words but didn't say anything.

Pivoting away from the subject of her husband, Sabine asked, "I see you dressed up."

Mira blinked and glanced down at her robes. "These? Not really."

Sabine grinned. "Grabbed the first outfit that wasn't dirty?"

Her daughter flushed. "The Academy's been really busy lately. I haven't had time . . . anyway, I see you didn't dress up at all! What's with that?"

Sabine arched an eyebrow at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're not wearing your armor! These are your regular civilian clothes."

She shrugged. "I'm not on Mandalore, or doing any official Mand'alor business. I can dress however I want."

Mira waved a hand at the assembled crowd around them. "This is kind of important, Mom."

"I'm seeing your father," Sabine countered. "I don't think he'll mind. He actually liked this outfit, you know. Said it accentuated my figure."

Mira rolled her eyes. "Dad would say that if you were wearing a pile of rags."

She poked her daughter sharply in the chest, annoyed. "And he'd still be right."

"Duchess Wren?"

Sabine turned to find her old friend, Governor Jai Kell, coming towards her. He was dressed in somber tones of gray and green, the colors of his office.

Sabine shushed him. "I'm trying to be discreet here, Jai. No need to use my official title. Don't need the press gawking at the Mand'alor, hogging all the air."

Jai blinked at her, then eased into a familiar, easy-going smile. "Of course, Sabine. My mistake."

He turned to Mira and gave a bow. She returned it in kind. "You keep growing up on me, Mira," he teased. "You'll be taller than your mother soon."

"That was never a hard task to achieve, Governor Kell," the younger Wren replied smugly. "I mean, look at her."

Sabine narrowed her eyes at Mira. "I could sweep the feet out from under you in a heartbeat, kid. Then we'll see who's taller."

Jai chuckled, looking at each of them with an amused expression. "Hard to see who she takes after the most, Sabine."

Mira stuck out a tongue at her mother. Sabine glared at her for a moment, then let it go with a snort. "What brings you over here, Kai? Shouldn't you be rubbing shoulders with the important people?"

The Governor gave her a patient look. "You are one of those important people, Sabine. As a personal friend, and as a head of state."

"Oh. Right."

Mira grinned. "It's the old age, Governor. It's getting to her."

Sabine felt her eye twitch, but held in her annoyance. Something approximating a smile twitched on Jai's face, but his face remained serious as he said, "He's ready for you now."

Mira went silent beside her. Sabine glanced at her daughter, but the younger Wren's face had smoothed into an expressionless mask.

Sabine smoothed down the front of her outfit in a nervous gesture. "How do I look?"

Jai gave her a puzzled expression. "That's what you're wearing? You're not going to get changed?"

Rolling her eyes, Sabine muttered, "Everyone's a critic."

The turbolift ride up to the viewing area was quiet, Sabine noted. Whatever vestiges of humor Mira had shown up with had evaporated quickly.

They reached the top level and stepped out of the turbolift doors. Jai waited silently, standing off to the side, giving the two of them privacy.

Lothal's Wall of Heroes. Sabine's eyes traced the familiar lines and colors, remembering the long days and nights of work that had gone into crafting them. The figures on the mural gazed back at her solemnly, their faces filled with a thousand memories from a time long, long ago. To this day, she still made the yearly trek out here, incognito, to oversee maintenance on the mural. She wanted to ensure that the work never faded from the public eye.

She found the center most face; handsome, strong, with serious blue eyes that, if you looked at from the right angle when the sun was at the perfect height in the sky, seemed to sparkle with a sense of humor.

Sabine stood in front of the image of her late husband, Ezra Bridger.

"Hey, goober," she said. "Long time, no see."

Sabine mentally ran down the list of things she wanted to say.

"Kids are doing fine. Mira's helping out at the new Academy, along with Jonah and Rona. This new girl, Rey, has some interesting ideas for the New Jedi Order. I think you would have really liked her."

"Jacen's doing great. Brand new Jedi Knight. He looks so much like Kanan now, it's crazy. He's out and about, still flying the Ghost, doing solo missions with some of the older Jedi padawans for training. You'd be so proud of him."

"Mandalore's boring now, since no one's trying to kill each other anymore. I guess that's a good thing. I almost miss the old days of how it used to be. Bo would kick me if she heard that though, so that stays between us, cyar'ika."

Sabine blinked away tears. Even after all this time . . . Ezra was one of the few people who could make her cry. He had promised to do his best not to.

You broke your promise, goober, Sabine thought. I forgive you, always, but it still hurts.

There was no body. Nothing to recover. The fire had seen to that. The enemy had come in the dead of night, in an attempt to snuff out the growing light of Luke's new Jedi Order. They almost succeeded - if it were not for the actions of Ezra.

The call had gone out. He had answered, as always. Stood and made his stand against a never-ending army of troopers, until the final evacuation ship had fled to safety.

Sabine closed her eyes, remembering the terrible memories of that night. Ezra's last words to her . . .

She felt her daughter come stand beside her. Opening her eyes, she turned to find tears streaming down the younger Wren's cheeks.

"I don't know how you do it," Mira confessed.

"Do what?"

Mira sniffed. "Not hate the people who did this."

Sabine gently grabbed Mira by the shoulders and turned her so that they were facing each other. She looked into her daughter's eyes: one bright blue and one warm hazel.

"It's not what your father would have wanted," Sabine said gently.

"He would have wanted to stay alive," Mira countered. "He would have wanted to be with us!"

Sabine tightened her grip. "It's not easy, I know. I have my moments. I know what it feels like to let the anger and despair get to you."

Mira looked down at her feet, taking a deep breath. "I know you do. I'm sorry. I just . . . I miss him, so much."

"Hating the people who did this won't bring him back."

"I know."

She hugged her daughter. "I miss him, too," she whispered. "Every day."

"When does it stop? The grief? When does it begin to heal?" Mira asked, voice trembling.

"I'll let you know," Sabine replied. "But, for me, it gets easier when I see you and your siblings. I see your father in all of you."

"Sometimes . . . sometimes, I reach out to the Force and - and look for him. Ask for him. I try so hard, Mom. I never hear anything."

Oh, my little girl, Sabine thought. Her heart was shattering, hearing her oldest in so much pain.

"I try some nights, and he never answers back, and it hits me again that he's really gone. Dad's never coming back."

Sabine said quietly, "No one's ever really gone, Mira. Your father's still around, I promise. You're just looking for him in all the wrong places."

"Where is he, then?"

Gently, Sabine led her daughter to the balcony and swept an arm towards the Lothal skyline.

"Listen to the wind and the life of the people below. Listen the scurrying of the loth-cats, and the howling of loth-wolves in the twilight. That's your father, Mira. He's there, if you listen."

Mira cocked her head, listening to the sounds of Lothal. "What's he saying now?"

"He's saying you need to be more respectful towards your mother and to stop making fun of her height," Sabine replied.

That elicited a laugh from the younger Wren. Sabine's heart lifted at the sound. "Okay, sure. Whatever you say, Mom."

Sabine frowned. "What's so funny? You should listen to your father."

"Uh-huh. Of course." Mira looked at her then, and said quietly, "Thanks."

Jai came up behind him. "Sabine, it's time. The guests are waiting below."

She sighed. "Time to go make an appearance, I guess."

"You're really not going to get changed?" asked Mira.

Sabine poked her daughter in the cheek. "What did your father just say?"

"Right. Sorry, Dad."

Heading to the turbolift together, Mira asked, "You never really answered my question, though."

"About the hate?"

"You said that Dad wouldn't want that. What did he say that convinced you to . . ." Mira trailed off, unable to find the words.

"To be better?" Sabine suggested. Her daughter nodded.

Smiling, Sabine reached into her jacket pocket and took out a neatly folded note. She gestured for Mira to take it.

Unfolding it carefully, Mira read the words scribbled there. Her eyes widened with recognition at the handwriting.

Dear Sabine,

Love always

- Ezra

Mira looked up at her mother, eyes wet. Sabine smiled back.

"Love always," Sabine said. "It's a choice, Mira. Never an easy one. But your father did it every day, for all his life."

"He loved you so much," Mira said in awe.

"And you as well, kid," Sabine replied. "Along with your siblings. He knew that all of you were the answer to the hate."

The turbolift doors began to close. Sabine looked out at the mural one last time and waved good-bye to the image of Ezra. Mira followed suit.

A cool breeze suddenly swept through the mural room, filling the turbolift with the bright scents of Lothal. Sabine could feel it brush against her, almost feeling like an invisible hand affectionately running through her hair.

Mira stared at her. "Was that what I think it was?"

Sabine looked at Mira. "Listen to your heart, Mira. What does it say?"

Mira looked down at the folded note. "Love always," she murmured.

She nodded at her daughter. "Love always," she agreed.

Jai coughed politely behind them. "You know, Sabine, it's supposed to be getting colder tonight. There's still time for you to - "

"Jai. I will cause an interplanetary incident in front of everyone if you bring up my choice of attire one more time."

Mira laughed, a lovely twinkling sound that reminded her so much of Ezra. Sabine grinned and reached out to take her eldest daughter's hand.

I see you, goober.

Love you always.

[female-hysterics]

Dumbgothbunny asked:

Not me thinking about riding Jonathan’s thigh and Mira running her hands through my hair and cooing what a good girl I am in my ear

😩

Just imagine Jonathan groaning at the sight, feeling your thigh brush against his groin with every rock of your hips, and he's leaning back just savoring everything.

Mira is murmuring in your ear that you're a good girl, hands brushing your hair away from your sweat damp face so they can clearly see the pleasure twisting your expression, and you start whimpering at how overwhelming everything is.

She just shushes you softly and holds your hips to help and guide you to grind more fully against Jonathan's thigh while she continues to whisper in your ear.

[aylivaa]

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The school was bigger than Mira had thought. It was quiet in the schoolyard, and even in the building itself she could not find anyone she could have asked for help. With an uncertain movement, she clasped her hand around the handle of her backpack and walked towards the direction that seemed right to her at that moment.

She could hear distant laughter of children, but she didn’t see anyone. Once she passed the toilettes, she had the option to go up the stairs or go trough the door on the right, and she went with the latter.

A minute later, she had found the door to the school’s office and knocked. Her heart was pounding incredibly loud and she could feel the blood shooting into her ears. She had absolutely no idea what to expect as soon as she walked into this room and picked up her timetable, and she was afraid of the unknown. Yet she had no choice but to go in.

She counted to ten one last time and then knocked on the door before she got invited in. Behind the large table in the middle of the room sat a middle-aged woman who put on her glasses and smiled at Mira.

"Good morning,“ she smiled and stood up so that she was on equal footing with her. A moment later, she asked Mira to sit down on an empty chair.

The young girl gratefully accepted and put her bag on her lap before taking out her ID.

"I‘m Mira Elif, today is my first day of school and I was told on the phone that it’s best to come to the secretary‘s office.“

The woman nodded smiling. "You’re never at the wrong address here.“

"Yes,” Mira replied in a hoarse tone, because she didn’t know what else to say.

"Okay, great, could you tell me your last name?”

"Akar.”

"Akar?”

"A-k-a-r,” she spelled out and put her ID on the table so that she could check again.

The woman nodded and typed something on the old computer in front of her before she nodded again and looked at Mira.

"Mira Elif Akar?”

"Exactly.”

"I’m confused. Your mother only wrote down Elif Akar on your registration form.”

“I only use the name Elif.”

"Oh, okay. This was also taken over on the course list.”

"Yes, I had said so when I registered.”

"All right.” She said and gave Mira her ID back. The young girl just nodded. She didn’t know what else to say, and the secretary seemed to be busy with what she was doing on the computer.

"You would now have to go to your history course in room 2-12,” she finally said and got up to walk to the printer. A moment later, she pressed her timetable into her hand and and handed her another cookie, which Mira accepted with a smile.

"The first number is the floor and the second one the room,” she informed Mira and send her a smile before she sat down again.

Mira nodded and grabbed her bag before pushing the chair back to its old place and waking towards the door.

"Mira,” the secretary called out while she was about to open the door.

“Yes?”

"You can do this!”

Mira felt the corner of her mouth twitch and thanked her quietly before she opened the door and went to search the next room.

It took her just four minutes to find where her first class for today would take place. Behind the door you could hear the muffled sounds of conversations and just as she was about to knock, she heard the teacher shush the class.

With each passing second, she felt how her knees softened more and more, and if she didn’t enter this room immediately, then maybe she might even pass out.

Mira took a deep breath and gently knocked on the gray door. A second later she heard a loud "come in.”

With a shaky hand, she pushed down the door handle and and stepped in before looking directly into the questions of dozen of students.

She didn’t know what to say, and therefore looked a little awkwardly at the young teacher, who also looked at her questioningly.

Mira cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress.

"My name is Elif, the new student.”

The teacher nodded immediately and changed his facial expression immediately. "Right, I was informed this morning that you were joining us today.”

Both nodded and looked at each other helplessly. What else would she say now?

"Okay, Elif,” the teacher cleared his throat and pointed to the blackboard. “Today we planned a very relaxing start and are going to discuss the course. It’s best to take a seat right away, you haven’t missed so much yet.“

Mira nodded and looked for an empty seat. The curious looks of her classmates burned like fire on her skin, but she tried to ignore them as good as she could.

The teacher pointed his finger at a table on the last row.

"There is still a chair available in the back. Please take a seat next to dear Zayne.“

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Damage Control II

(Previous!)

Cylion is still sitting in a daze when Nymira reaches his room, her sudden awakening leaving his own consciousness to snap back into place like a spring-loaded rubber band. He can almost envision a cartoonish halo of stars circling his head, the static in his skull akin to stinging.

It’s not as if he wasn’t expecting this, though. She needed a scare––a proper scare. He knew what that meant when he was crafting it. The odds that she even notices the state he’s in are next to none, especially having just woken up herself.

The door flies open more dramatically than usual, clearly driven more by frantic terror than Nymira’s typical childish distress. She stumbles in, face wash with tears, and he nearly finds himself distracted by the inky rivulets running down her cheeks. They pour out of her at a hurricane’s velocity, each drop a swirling dance of color in the way they refract the light.

“Cylion!” She blubbers, choking on her own sobs. “Father– I-I saw Father–”

His heart twinges at the anguish in her voice, and he finds himself once again wishing that his sister were a less stubborn sort. He would have much preferred it never come to this.

Even in his stupor, Cylion wastes no time in opening his arms to her. Nymira falls into them just as quickly.

With a gentle shush, the prophet smoothes his goddess’ hair and hugs her to his chest, holding firm even as he feels her shoulders wrack with sobs. He angles his head to press a kiss to her hairline, again petting the younger troll with one steady hand.

She always looks so tiny from this angle.

“I-I couldn’t find anyone,” she hiccups, gripping him as if terrified he will vanish into smoke. “I couldn’t find you and then–”

“It’s alright, Mira. I’m here.”

A pitiable sob draws itself from her throat, and Cylion can feel cool tears soaking through his shirt.

“Take your time,” he soothes her, “we’ll decipher it once you’re ready.”

She acknowledges him with a feeble nod against his chest, weary hands still clutching the yellowblood with all the strength they can muster. He bundles her further into his arms and rises from the kitchen island, tension melting from his shoulders as he corrales her toward his bedroom.

As they pass Somnia’s door, he taps his foot two times against the wood.

––––––

Somnia never bothered to ask what Cylion had planned for their sister that morning, but after hearing her reaction to it, he figures it must have been a doozy. One might even suggest that Cylion took it farther than he had to, but hey, who is he to question the master?

His biggest gripe, really, is just that he’s been forced out of bed for this mess.

He scratches idly at his ear as he steps into Nymira’s room, lips screwed together in thought. If he were a severed arm, where would he be?

Before he can lose himself to the thought fully, Somnia’s attention is captured by the faint scraping of metal, a grating screech that sounds in short, choppy bursts from across the room.

Nymira’s curtain inches open, seemingly on its own, and a thin strip of sunlight dips inside to cleave the room in two.

There’s a pause, then another scrape, and the beam widens ever so slightly.

Somnia can’t help but grin.

With all the confidence of a playground bully, the goldblood strides to the window and thrusts a hand towards the sill, fist closing tightly around smooth, sun-soaked wood. He can feel the doll’s joints tighten in his grip, a charming mimicry of tensing muscles as response to his intrusion.

It twists in his hand, little legs kicking fruitlessly and arms pinned at its sides, and he gives it a small shake as he draws it into view.

“That could have been smart,” he admits, patting its head with his thumb. “Shame you didn’t start sooner.”

Little Friend glares up at him, painted face displaying a rather impressive amount of vitriol. Amusing. On any other night, he might have been inclined to take a break and bother it a while.

With how stressed Cylion has been, though, that kind of delay seems likely to give the poor man an aneurysm. 

“You can go back once I’m finished here,” Somnia assures the doll before shoving it headfirst into his pocket. It thrashes, fighting to turn itself upright, but he pushes it deeper before it can gain much leverage.

Satisfied that the thing won’t be climbing out any time soon, he laces his fingers to stretch his arms in front of him and sweeps his gaze around the room, thoughts drifting back to the topic at hand. That being, of course, Marrie’s hand.

He checks the reasonable places first––desk, bookshelf, reading nook––but to no avail. The closet and dresser prove similarly useless. When it finally hits him, he feels more than a bit ridiculous.

Where else would Nymira bring something she was trying to safeguard?

It takes some patting down to find it in her bed, tangled up in the mass of pillowy blankets she burrows into each morning, but he knows he’s guessed correctly when his palm hits something solid.

He’s struck with the realization that his sister has more than likely been sleeping with this thing, and Somnia’s face contorts in disgust. Sure, it’s made of wood, but it’s still a bit creepy, isn’t it? He pictures her clutching it to her chest like some kind of demented teddy bear, a visual that is, for once, too grim to be hilarious.

For a brief moment, he allows himself to pity her. He stares at the ring still sitting on Marrie’s finger, a knot forming in his stomach. Nymira made that, didn’t she? She’d shown it off to him when she did, buzzing excitedly about the opportunity to give her friend a gift.

Would it ruin Cylion’s plans to let her keep it?

Somnia chews his lip, eyes still locked on the trinket. This doesn’t seem like the type of decision he should be making.

But with circumstances being what they are… who else can?

After some extended deliberation, he pulls Little Friend from his pocket and drops it on the desk. The doll, disoriented at first, takes a moment to clamber to its feet before turning back to resume its glaring.

Somnia holds up the ring. “Where would Mira lose something like this?”

A look of confusion crosses over Little Friend’s face, and he responds by shoving the object into its chest, knocking the doll over in the process.

“She made it for Marrie. She never gave it to her. Where did she lose it?”

It looks dumbfounded by the question, dotted eyes shifting back and forth as it searches Somnia’s expression. Then, it raises an arm and points toward her bed, little hand angled at the floor.

“Under the bed?”

It nods.

“That’ll work.”

Finished with the doll, Somnia flicks Little Friend to send it spinning halfway across the desk, whatever brief sincerity he had donned morphing right back into his usual satisfied smirk. 

Genuine care sufficiently stifled, he sets the ring in place and tucks Marrie’s arm under his own, traipsing out of the room without another glance.

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Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Eight: Infatuated

A/N: It's been sooo long, but it's finally here!! Completing this chapter was no joke, but it's done and I'm proud of how it turned out, not to mention this was one of my faves to write so far! Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose has a crush. The problem? She's a promised woman and must have some discretion, however, it is not an easy task

OCs featured: Teddy Ellison and Hestia Herron ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) Roxie Haley and William Berkeley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Gwendolyn Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch ) Professor Capel ( @camillejeaneshphm )

OCs mentioned: William Devlin ( unfortunate-arrow) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist ) Miranda Iverach ( cursebreakerfarrier )

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted @cursedvaultss

March, 1893

Primrose found herself once again distracted in Charms class. The reason? A brown-haired, boyishly handsome Gryffindor boy who was snickering with his friends and plotting something. Probably a prank. She sighed. He was simply charming, handsome and quite witty when he wasn’t tormenting the staff with said pranks.

“Lady Gray,” Professor Herron called “while I am aware that one cannot pay me attention forever, I suggest you come back to us.”

Primrose cleared her throat and flushed deep red. Roxie arched an eyebrow and elbowed her “So, who is it that you’re looking at? Certainly is not your oh-so-dear fiancé.” She smirked.

“Later,” she whispered “I am still in Professor Herron’s field of vision.”

She chuckled, amused by how nervous and distracted the ever-perfect Primrose Gray was. After class, she linked arms with her and beckoned Shiv and the others: Gwen and Niamh. Mira had fallen behind, talking to the gruelling Mr. Hawthorne.

“So,” Roxie asked “who were you staring at?”

Primrose bit her lip “I do not wish to drop names or point. Tis quite rude.”

“Then whisper! C’mon, don’t leave us hanging!” Gwen pleaded.

“Aye, we won’t get to see you so flustered again, lady.” Shiv teased.

They all rounded a corner and the lady gathered all of her friends and, out of earshot, she whispered “Arthur Ellison.” Then she quickly broke up the congregation and put her face in her palms as the girls squealed and Shiv laughed at her “You have a crush on him?”

“As if you don’t make eyes at Galen!” Gwen defended.

“I dinna!” Shiv retaliated.

“Focus! Prim has a crush on—,” Primrose shushed her, now aware of the portraits around. She then whispered low enough “Prim has a crush on Teddy!”

They all laughed and Primrose moaned with embarrassment. All of the girls gathered around and started teasing her. Mira at last joined and, after being told of the situation while whispering, she joined the teasing “Oh, perhaps you’ll write him some poetry!”

“Oh, good heavens, no! Tis but… a small fancy, that’s all.”

“For now.” Roxie giggled.

“Ooh!” Gwen gasped, “what if we put him a secret name? So nobody may overhear!”

“I vote for Gryffindor Git!” Cried Shiv.

“How about Pukwudgie?” Gwen suggested.

“Too obvious! He’s one of the few transfers from Ilvermony!” Primrose cried.

“True! Oh! How about Bear? Like the teddy bear!” Roxie suggested.

Shiv started chanting “Prim likes Bear! Prim likes Bear!”

Primrose covered her face in shame once again, all the girls chanting, calling the attention of some older students and the occasional teacher. She spotted Professor Falcon and quickly told the girls to hurry to class now.

“Why?” Shiv asked “I dinna want to go through history o’ magic!”

She whispered “Professor Falcon is within earshot. The man is a terrible gossip and very meddlesome!”

“Except when it comes to his daughter.” Gwen giggled.

“Aye. If looks could kill, Earl Abe would’ve died burned a’ the stake.” Shiv continued.

They all laughed before entering Professor Capell’s class. Some girls sighed “The subject’s boring, but my, is he dreamy…” Gwen commented.

Primrose noticed how the young professor pretended not to hear it before he turned to the class “All right, everybody, let us begin with, I’m afraid, a rather dull lesson: wand lore.”

Almost all of the class moaned in unison, knowing they’d be stuck there for an hour and a half hearing of different kinds of wood. Not Primrose. She looked forward not addressing Bear’s issue.

“Good morning, class!” The flying professor greeted “Today we shall learn about…”

Primrose sighed. Flying was not her forte, given her fear of heights. Despite her rooms being in high places, she was not a woman of constant adrenaline. Most of her friends seemed to get the hang of it, but she only made a fool of herself. This was not the adrenaline she was used to.

She nevertheless tried, but was, as usual, wobbly “Higher, Gray! The skies do not bite!” The teacher cried.

For some reason, her broom made a violent spin and she let out a screech as she started falling, and closed her eyes, bracing for impact… when a pair of strong arms caught her and, with their own broom, set her on the ground. She looked up to see Mr. Ellison himself, who must’ve pulled it off with his friends. Her eyes went wide and flushed deeply “I… t-thank you, sir, Mr. Ellison.”

He smiled, and her stomach fluttered “Please, just Teddy. And it is my pleasure to rescue ladies in need of assistance.”

She nodded, flushed and embarrassed before the teacher sent her to polish brooms and scare off Peeves.

Later, at luncheon, she talked to her friends about the incident. She buried her face in her hands, groaning of pure embarrassment “I can’t believe that just happened!”

“I know. It was actually quite chivalrous of him to rescue you that way!” Roxie smiled.

“Nah. I could’ve pulled i’ off.” Shiv argued.

“And your face! Oh, Prim, you had the colour of a tomato!” She giggled.

They all giggled and Primrose threw a breadcrumb toward Gwen. She shrieked and threw one back. They were, however, stopped by someone clearing its throat. She looked around, and a few Slytherins and other boys had gathered, expensive-looking gifts with them.

Before she could even put a name to the situation, they all introduced themselves as high-ranking men of all places and offering their ‘allyship’, though Primrose knew they were trying to woo her out of her current engagement to promise herself to them instead. When she realised it, she pursed her lips and held her head high, nodding and giving dry ‘thank-you.’. As one of them tried their own luck, a baritone chuckle caught her attention.

He had dark brown hair, intense blue eyes and a rather strong physique, and was looking in her direction “Whatever is so amusing?” She asked, sick of social climbing opportunists.

“All the gifts in the world and none satisfy you?” He teased.

“It is none of your business.”

He observed her further before starting to shoo everyone away, and turned to her once the herd of hyenas was gone “Allow me. Mr. William Berkeley. You are Lady Gray, correct?”

“Indeed. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

She extended her hand, and he saluted her, and for once, she was thankful that he did not kiss it. Taking a better look, she realised she had seen him before “Do you play quidditch?”

“I do. I just started this year.”

She nodded “You have an impressive technique.”

“Tis just practise and passion for it, m’lady.”

She smiled “Prim.”

“Sorry?”

“You may call me Prim. After rescuing me, I believe we should leave formalities behind.”

He smiled “Very well, then, Prim. I shall see you around.”

Something told her that she had just made a new friend. Father would certainly be proud. Mother? Not so much.

A month had passed since the incident, and Primrose was desperate to spend some time with Teddy. It sounded stupid, but his presence was quite comforting, and she always laughed in his presence. At her age, very few people could make her laugh.

But the miracle happened: talking to Shiv, she casually commented “Oh, and apparently your Bear is looking for someone to tutor him in history of magic. That poor boy’s failing and is quite desperate to find someone patient enough to put up with him for a few hours.”

Prim grinned “Oh, Siobhan, you mad genius! That’s it!”

“Huh?”

Upon seeing Primrose’s expression, however, she caught up with her scheme.

“If you excuse me, I have a bear to save from the historical wolves.”

“Gimme the details later!”

Naturally, she entered the Gryffindor common room and cleared her throat upon seeing Teddy laugh with his friends “Do forgive me if I’m interrupting, but I believe one of you gentlemen is looking for a history tutor?”

Teddy, naturally, stepped out of the circle “That’d be me. I suppose you’re good at the subject?”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag, but Professor Capell said once that I am one of his best students.”

Teddy grinned “There is nothing wrong with a little bragging. Shall we?”

Primrose nodded. Although her expression was calm, inside she was about to faint. Her heart beat fast, and she felt like she was out of breath. Sitting down in one of the couches, Teddy started explaining “I admit I am not good at memorising so many facts, and have failed several exams. Professor Capell has assigned me a four-page essay on any apprentice of one of the founders, but I don’t know where to start.”

Primrose smiled calmly “You’re in luck! The age of the founders is one of my favourites. In fact, during some personal research, I found that my ancestor, Henriette, was an apprentice of Helga Hufflepuff and key to the founding of Hogwarts.”

“Influential how?” He had his quill ready.

“If I remember correctly, at nine and ten she had raised a small army that rode into one of the most key battles of the Mages Wars and won it because of a stirring speech.”

As she spoke of her ancestor, she couldn’t help being mesmerised by his beauty: his russet brown hair, his calming brown eyes, his soft skin, untouched by age, his overall presence. He was beautiful, and she had to restrain herself from stroking his hair. After taking notes, she smiled at him “Got everything you need?”

“Yes. Your ancestor sounds incredible! It must be amazing, to have such a long family history.”

Primrose bit her lip “Well… there is also the price of legacy. Of maintaining it. Having a powerful bloodline is complicated.”

Teddy nodded, somehow understanding it. Then, he shrugged “Shouldn’t stop you from being twelve years old in peace.”

Primrose chuckled “Technically, I’m still eleven but… thank you.”

Months passed, and Primrose tutored Teddy, and, in exchange, taught her some flying skills, and got to know him well enough. It was nice, seeing Teddy in unusual elements. During that time, she figured out how to help him learn history: telling it as if though it was a legendary story out of a storybook, which she apparently had a knack for.

“Do remind me of what happened how did the Battle of the Four Mages turn its tides?”

“Easy! Lady Henriette, with Lord Frederick as her champion, led her sizeable army to battle, all shouting for the lady’s loyalty and to justice, rather than the nobles or power.”

Primrose smiled “You got it in one! A few weeks ago, you would’ve mixed Lord Lachlann with Lord Frederick.”

He gave her a crooked smile “Thankfully I didn’t?”

She chuckled “I’m proud of you, Teddy. You’ll do amazingly on the next essay!”

“Will you proofread it as always?”

Primrose gave him a sweet smile “I think it’s time that you trust your own judgement.”

Teddy blinked “Are you sure?”

“Positive! I… have faith in you, Teddy.”

She blushed furiously and looked away. She could hear the boys’ snickers and teasing glances. Was it truly that obvious?

On the day of the submission of the essay, she observed Teddy take a deep breath and give the essay to Professor Capell, and sat with his friends, not without giving Primrose a ‘Hope this doesn’t backfire’ look.

The end of the year was almost there, and Primrose had been told by Tadgh Lynch that Professor Capell had called Teddy and would be discussing his grade. She waited outside, fussing with her uniform. Then, the door opened, and Teddy came out with a wide grin “Guess who’ll be in your class on second year!”

Primrose squealed “I knew it! I knew you could do it!”

Teddy hugged Primrose, and she, over the moon, hugged him back. They looked at one another before Primrose was called by William, who also sought her help with history. Clearing her throat and waving goodbye to Teddy, she went over to William. He arched an eyebrow “What was that about?”

“Celebrating that a good friend has passed a subject he was struggling with.” She declared, nonchalantly.

“A good friend whom you’re taken with.”

“Nonsense. The only man I am taken with is my dear, future husband.” She held her head high and walked faster towards the library, an amused William in tow.

Were she admit out loud such a thing in a place where all walls have ears would’ve been a reckless and tragic thing to do.

September 1st, 1893

Primrose sat down with her friends this year, laughing and commenting their summers. Then, Siobhan taunted “Excited to see a certain Bear?”

She chuckled “I’m afraid to inform you that my infatuation with him has washed away over the summer. Besides, it would’ve only spiralled into something treacherous, don’t you think?”

The ladies agreed, chatting away as the Hogwarts Express took them to their next adventure.