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liptonsbabe · 4 years ago

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Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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devilberries · 3 years ago

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~Tears of Themis~

Marius royalty au

Part ii coming out soon with Marius x femMC

Pressure.

Marius Von Hagen knew pressure very well. In fact, he was acquainted with pressure since he was born. Pressure had been holding his hand since he learned how to walk, and it’s always stuck by his side.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became prince. Pressure weighed on his back when he sat with the neighboring royal children. Pressure weighed on his back when his brother ran away. Pressure weighed on his back when he became the crown prince. Pressure weighed on his back when his parents both grew old and ill.

Pressure weighed on his back when he became king.

And here he sat on the throne. It felt uncomfortable, like he didn’t belong there. The elbow rests of the golden chair were cold, unwelcoming. The seat itself was big. He felt like a small child, sitting there.

It reminded him that he was only king in name. At least, that was what people kept saying. He almost believed them. He really should. After all, how could he rule a kingdom he was never meant to rule?

Was this why his brother left? Were the responsibilities too much? Was this why he ran away, leaving all the heavy burdens behind for his pitiful younger brother?

Marius slumped in his seat defeatedly. It wasn’t like he could ask his parents for help when they were both ill in their beds.

But now that there was a change in power, advisors, military commanders, and neighboring kingdoms were watching for a chance to swoop in and eat up Marius. They were waiting for him to slip and fall, using it to their advantage. They would try and try to manipulate Marius, the ignorant younger prince who only knew how to draw.

He heard the whispers in the long halls. He knew of the names they conjured up for him. He could feel the contempt through their fake smiles.

“Your Royal Majesty,” one of the advisors coughed. Marius snapped out of his daze and looked at him. The advisor furrowed his eyebrow and stated, “As the king of this nation, it would be wise not to mindlessly daydream in the middle of a meeting.”

Marius could hear another counselor scoff under his breath, “King? He’s no king. Just a foolish child wearing a crown.”

He raised eyes at the two men calmly.

“Tell me, old man, who is my father?”

The counselor stared back at him with caution as he answered, “His Royal Majesty King Austin von Hagen.”

Marius smirked when he heard his voice quiver. “Alright, and what is my brother’s title?”

Whispers rush between the men along the long table. It was an unspoken rule not to speak of the original crown prince. They could feel the tension suffocate them.

“H-His Royal Highness… Prince G-Giann von Hagen.”

“Good!” Marius smiled, praising the old man, who sat there, sweating buckets of water. “Now,” he stared straight into his eyes, “what is my title?”

“Y-Your Royal Majesty… King Marius von Hagen II.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Marius waved his finger at the counselor. “That’s not what you said a few seconds ago. Tell me, oh, wise counselor.” He walked behind the old man, towering above him. He placed his hands on his shoulders and asked, “What did you call me?”

The silence was loud. Everyone could only look down, ignoring the counselor. Marius could feel the man shake beneath his touch.

He knew this wasn’t the life he was meant for. He knew that he was better off painting somewhere far away from the throne. Marius knew he was an incompetent king.

But a king nonetheless.

When the man said nothing, Marius whispered, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s treason, you know? What should we do with you, hmm? We could,” he traced his finger on the shaking counselor’s neck, “slit your throat. Hang you. Maybe both. Or wait,” he snaked his arm around the man’s shoulder and harshly grabbed the man’s cheeks with one hand.

“We could cut that tongue of yours out.”

As if that triggered something in him, the man began to sputter out words, begging for mercy. He’d be on his knees if he could, but he didn’t dare shove Marius away. The young king cringed when he felt the man’s snot and tears drip down on his hand. Hastily, he pulled away and called for the guards.

As they forced the counselor away, he screamed and cried, but they all fell on deaf ears. Marius turned to the others who sat there with pale faces.

“I think it’d be best to end the meeting here today. Good day, everyone.” He turned to leave, and everyone let out a sigh of relief, until he turned around. They all flinched and attempted to compose themselves. “Ah, by the way,” he eyed each one of them carefully. “I wasn’t joking when I said that was treason. If I hear a single one of you utter a word about my father, brother, or me, I will cut your tongues out, and let it be known that your families won’t be spared.”

He swiftly exited the room and headed to his parents room.

Pressure trailed behind him, so he walked faster. It was a hopeless attempt, as it caught up to him in no time. He paused his movement and clutched his chest, taking in heavy breaths. The shame and embarrassment clouds his vision, while fear blocked his hearing. He was simply alone, facing his fellow friend pressure once more.

He could tell it was mocking him. He could hear its laughs as it pointed at him, calling his crown unbefitting of him, a faux king. He could feel the judgement of its eyes as it stared at him, his glimmering jewels and badges and oversized cape.

Even with all the riches and gold covering him, he felt so naked.

When he felt its hand on its shoulder, he turned and yelled at it, hoping the nightmare would end.

“Get away from me!”

There he was, Vyn, his Royal Tutor, hand in the air as it was shoved away by Marius, and wearing a surprised expression on his face.

He quickly erased whatever trace of shock he had on his face and inquired the boy, “Should we skip todays lessons, Your Royal Majesty?”

Marius blinked back at him, not comprehending what he had just said.

What just happened? Did he shove Vyn?

Vyn saw his visible panic and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. The poor boy looked at him with fear.

“Your Royal Majesty-“

“Don’t call me that,” he whispered with closed eyes. “That’s not me. I’m not…”

“Oh, but you are,” Vyn said. “Let’s talk somewhere more private, shall we?”

No words came out of Marius, so the Tutor pulled the depressed king along with him into a private guest bedroom. He softly pushed Marius to sit on the bed, while he himself sat on the chair, watching the boy.

“How do you feel?”

Marius stared at the ground emptily. “Can I answer you honestly, Vyn?”

“Of course. You can tell me anything… Marius,” he added that at the end carefully. The boy let out a relieved sigh once he heard Vyn drop the honorifics.

“You really don’t have to call me all those things in public either, Vyn.”

He smiled, “That would be rude and almost treasonous. Didn’t I teach you that?”

“Argh,” Marius bent over, covering his face. “Don’t even mention the word treason near me again.”

“Why? What’s wrong with that?”

Marius looked up, and Vyn chuckled at his distressed expression. “I may have gotten mad at someone for talking shit about me, so I sent him to the chambers and threatened to cut his tongue off…”

Vyn raised an eyebrow, “Was it someone from the Council?”

“Yeah, it was,” Marius sighed.

“Well, it was very irrational to say, at the least, but at least you took the initiative to use your power. That’s the first step of being a ruler.”

“But I don’t want to be a ruler, Vyn. You know that. This,” he got up and spread his arms out, pointing to himself, “none of this stuff feels right. Being King doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right. Everything is just so…” He trailed off, rubbing his eyes hard to stop the tears.

Vyn sat there patiently. He watched as the boy just a bit younger than him fall apart. He knew it would happen one day. No, in fact, he hoped it would happen. Perhaps this was Marius’s way to free himself from this mess of a kingdom he was born it.

The Tutor was smart. He was intelligent enough to be a military strategist, maybe even be King, but he was unlucky. He was born with commoner blood, yet maybe he was grateful to have been a mere peasant, a mere servant to serve a spoiled prince because he realized being born with royal blood didn’t mean you were lucky; you were just crushed even more by the endless expectations of thousands of people who entrust their lives to you.

He knew what Marius was going to

Everything was just so suffocating.

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It took a while for Marius to stop crying. Vyn chuckled to himself thinking about it. How old was he? Twenty-one, right? Twenty-one and still weeping like he was five.

“Marius.” The boy who was sitting down on the bed, hugging a soft white pillow, looked up with puffy eyes. They decided it was best to stay until his eyes were a bit better in case word spreads that the King is a big baby. “If the pressure makes you too anxious, how about visiting the Themis Temple?”

“Temple? But I’m not religious,” Marius sniffed.

“I know that, but it might calm you a bit. Visiting the temple may bring peace and tranquil for your mind. Plus, I heard the priests and priestesses there are very kind and welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

The boy raised his eyebrow when he heard the words “welcoming to all, despite social and economical differences.”

Was there really such a place that would overlook such things?

“Plus, I hear that they have this intriguing… we’ll call it ‘tradition.’”

“What do you mean by that?” Marius questioned.

“Well, you see, they believe that all the Head Priestesses that are born inherit Themis’s blood. I hear the Head Priestess as of now has a daughter who is coming of age to become the next Head Priestess, so they’re having this event, almost like a ritual to perform on the girl.”

Marius furrowed his eyebrows. “Ritual?”

Vyn nodded, “Yes, a ritual. I’ve only heard rumors, since the last one was forty years ago, but, apparently, the girl gets hot water poured all over her. It’s suppose to symbolize inheriting the burdens of the last Head Priestess and to make her feel the injustice of this world weigh down on her.”

Marius frowned. That sounded more like torture. He felt pity for the girl. She seemed similar to Marius, born with responsibility and pressure, with a role she never asked for.

“How about you go with me right now? We can use our study time to see whether or not you’ll like it. Plus, I believe it’s an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“But won’t people recognize me?” He inquired.

“The question you should be asking is not that, but if you ‘want’ people to recognize you.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want people to know,” he grumbled.

“Then we shall dress as normal aristocrats. Come now, I have plenty of clothes that will suit you. You’ll have to make due with a commoner’s clothes, Your-“

“Don’t even think about addressing me like that,” he sneers. “And I don’t mind about wearing commoner stuff. I don’t care for this social hierarchy at all.”

Vyn whistles, “How cute, coming from a person of privilege.”

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

“Right, right, of course. I’ll just have to trust your word then. Now, shall we get dressed?”

The two exit the guest bedroom and head to Vyn’s, which was a couple doors down the hall. They walked side by side. Though the servants and maids whispered among themselves, Marius was occupied with his thoughts.

He couldn’t get his mind off of the girl. Perhaps it was infatuation, or genuine curiosity. He created an illusion in his mind.

In his fantasies, he would speak with the girl. He would ask if she felt proud to be part of this bloodline of Goddess’s, or if she felt as if such a position did not suit someone like her. In his mind, she would hesitantly tell him her true thoughts, that she didn’t want to burn under the wrath of the burning water. He would say he felt the same, that he had always been crushed by the constant expectations of the people. He would hold her hand and promise that he would save her, that the two of them could run away together, and she would agree. And together they would-

“The advisors weren’t wrong about you and your constant daydreaming,” Vyn chuckled as he flicked his forehead. Marius flinched, groaning out loud as he slapped his hand above his eyes. The Tutor turned the knob and held the door open. “Hurry now; we wouldn’t want to miss the performance, would we?”

Marius huffed and stepped in, shoving the Tutor along his way. Inside, Artem sat at Vyn’s desk, reading a few documents. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his face wore a tired expression with the visible frown and disheveled hair.

It would be best not to piss off the Royal Justice.

“Artem,” Vyn called out. The grumpy man turned away from his papers and nodded at Vyn. When he noticed Marius, he heaved himself up to properly greet his king, but Marius quickly stopped him.

“Hey, sit down. I don’t need to hear any more honorifics than I should, and I would really hate hearing them from you.”

Artem sighed as he sat back down, pinching his nose bridge. “Sorry, I’m just completely exhausted right now. Work has been so swamped lately.”

Marius softened his eyes. “Is there anyway I can help you?”

The Royal Justice shook his head, “No. If you assisted me, word would spread that I am incompetent. There’s already enough rumors spreading around the castle.”

He had already known how brutally honest Artem was. Still, he could never get used to it. It ticked him off how Artem brushed him off like that; it felt insulting.

Before Marius could say any retort, Vyn placed a hand on his shoulder. “Artem, how about we all take a break?”

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years ago

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Day 26, Post #1 by @cheesyficwriter

Title: The Greatest Chapter

Author: cheesyficwriter

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Prompt: Moving in together

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: None

Prompt: Moving in together

The Greatest Chapter

At age 10, I had the most embarrassing schoolgirl crush on Harry Potter. I'd see him and run in the opposite direction, painting the perfect image of me as a young girl who lacked the confidence needed to formulate words — any words — around someone I liked.

Before getting to know Harry for who he really was, I was so infatuated with the idea of the Boy-Who-Lived. I wanted so desperately to be going to Hogwarts with Ron before I was old enough, knowing that Harry Potter would be there too.

The way Harry took on a basilisk to save my life during my first year did nothing but solidify my growing feelings for him. My crush never really went away but instead transformed into a casual friendship based upon our shared experience in the Chamber of Secrets, a friendship that I was willing to accept at the time because I just wanted to be around him.

As we grew up, I started to relax more in his presence. We gained a mutual respect for one another, exchanging laughs in the Great Hall and sharing in-jokes during Christmases at the Burrow. Those little moments, in between all of the chaos and turmoil of what used to be, helped me learn a few things about Harry that I wouldn’t have discovered otherwise — not even on the front page of The Daily Prophet.

When I was younger, I admired Harry because I was under the impression that he possessed traits that I didn’t. I never imagined that I could be as brave, or courageous, or charismatic as he was to me. What surprised me the most about our developing friendship at Hogwarts was that there were far more similarities between us than differences. We shared the same wicked sense of humor — that I like to say I inherited from my plethora of brothers — yet could still hold my own during quick-witted battles, and I often found myself looking at Harry whenever something made me laugh, just to see if he was laughing, too. My stomach always spiraled when, more often than not, I found him looking back at me. We used our shared humor to our advantage, and I was thankful for that small respite in the midst of so much darkness.

We shared the same values, both of us realizing the importance of family, friends, and love above everything else. It’s what we fought for every day, even when it seemed like we were too young to really know what love was.

As our friendship continued, my romantic feelings for Harry were buried deep down in a place where I was once convinced they would stay. I decided to throw all of my energy into school, developing my skills as a witch, thus growing the confidence I needed along the way to put myself out there with other, more available boys.

For years, we were caught up in our own lives, and it shocked me more than anyone to have captured Harry’s attention when I least expected it. From the first moment he kissed me, I never hesitated. All of those feelings I had attempted to bury came rushing back to the surface, like revealing a galleon that I had stashed at the bottom of my trunk.

I will never forget those few stolen weeks we had together when I was 15 and he was 16. He described it as something out of someone else’s life, and at the time, I had thought that was all we would ever be. Time was fleeting, and there wasn’t enough of it.

Harry had no choice but to dedicate his life to fighting for the wizarding world, and I was always determined to be right there beside him, up until the point where I couldn’t. I was smart enough to understand why he didn’t ask me to come with him. It was his mission. His, Ron’s, and Hermione’s. I didn’t often miss the times the three of them carried on by themselves, engaging in secret conversation and disappearing without the faintest clue of their whereabouts until much later.

On that fateful day that Harry broke things off, I already knew what he was so desperately trying to convey to me. If I were to have accompanied him on the Horcrux hunt, it would’ve been me he was worried about instead of finding the pieces of Voldemort’s soul that were crucial to defeating him.

That notion — although tragic in a sense — gave me more pleasure than the feeling of scoring an impossible goal during a Quidditch match.

Regardless, Harry was never far from my mind those long months that he was gone. My childhood crush seemed silly at that point because I had gained so much more than a fleeting romance.

As time passed, and Harry and I found our way back to each other after Voldemort's defeat, it took us a minute to catch our bearings and resume our relationship that we had put on an indefinite pause.

It hadn’t always been easy dating him. In fact, dealing with the fame that Harry carried around with him from being a war hero had been a lot harder than I ever anticipated. But it was always unspoken that we managed, despite what any publishings had to say about us.

I came to love him, not for being Harry Potter, but for who he truly was. His heart. His courage.

As I stood reflecting on my relationship with Harry in the drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, I was overcome with emotion. Our relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was the one we were destined to have, and that made every hardship worth it.

The room housed a large window overlooking the street, a charming — albeit dusty — fireplace, and ornate fixtures. For a person who just moved in, I felt like the house itself could have been in worse shape. Harry did an exceptional job keeping the place organized, especially for someone who, up until just a few days ago, lived there by himself.

That’s not to say I hadn’t already spent plenty of nights at Grimmauld Place over the last couple of years. In fact, I probably spent more nights there than I did at the Burrow once I returned home from my final year at Hogwarts.

It was during those nights that I discovered just a fraction of the pain Harry went through. He’d always been intensely emotional, and so many nights I spent shaking him from his residual nightmares of the trauma he went through, despite the wizarding world being in a much better place. I comforted him the best I could in those moments, determined to make it clear to him that I’m never letting go — not this time.

I smiled to myself as I took a seat on the piano bench, observing the peeling paint from one of the large, cracked walls. We had a lot of work to do, but moving in together was a proper next step for us.

"Gin? Are you home?" Harry’s voice carried through the dusty walls.

Before I could respond, Harry was already standing in the open archway, head tilted to the side with curiosity etched across his face. “Were you just staring at a blank wall?”

I crossed my arms, determined not to let him know about my extensive reflection into our past. “So what if I was, Potter?”

He looked as if he wanted to question my retort further but instead joined me at the piano, bumping his shoulder with mine.

“It’s a lot of fun coming home to you,” he admitted, the rich, melodic sound of the piano filling the open space from his fingertips pressing against one of the keys.

“You know that’s practically how we were before, right? When was the last time we spent a night apart?”

Harry shrugged, and it was clear he never really thought about it. “Dunno, but it was one night too many, I reckon.”

I sighed, wanting to ask a question that had been weighing on my heart. “Do you find it odd that we’ve never really argued? I mean, even when you broke up with me-”

“Why must we go back to that?” Harry interrupted, a pained look crossing his face.

I gave him a playful pat on the arm. I wanted our past to be something positive we could look back on and didn’t fancy dwelling on the shit times.

“Shush. I’m just saying, even though it hurt a lot to not know where you were for almost a year, I always understood your decision. You had to go.”

Harry’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly still trying to work out the point of the conversation. “Where are you going with this?”

“I just-I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I rubbed my temple to ease my stressed-out mind. “I’m actually worried that we will never fight.”

“Oh, we’ll fight.”

I turned towards Harry, who was too busy fiddling with the piano keys to even look at me. He responded straight away, like he didn’t even have to think about it. “How can you be so certain?”

Harry snorted. “I’ve witnessed you get all hot-headed when you disagree with other people.” He sent me a dazzling grin, reaching out to trail his fingers through my stray ginger strands that hung loose from my ponytail. “You’ve got that fiery red hair. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Hey!”

“In fact,” Harry smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I think you’re the most problematic person I know, Ginevra.”

Harry yelped when I pinched his forearm. “You prat.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer. “In all seriousness, though, we’re going to be fine.”

I stared at him in awe but leaned into him. “You are so sure of yourself.”

He grabbed my shoulders, pivoting our bodies so that we were facing each other on the bench. “You wanna know how sure I am?”

Before I could respond or even react, he kissed me full on the mouth. He growled as our kiss intensified, and all at once, our positions shifted as I felt a sharp pain in my back from my body making contact with the piano keys with a resounding trill. I was left dizzy and breathless, snogging Harry as a wave of happiness resonated through me.

When he pulled away, his fierce emerald eyes locked on mine set my mind ablaze. “Does that answer your question?”

I decided his question didn’t require a verbal response, so I simply attached my hand to the nape of his neck before dragging his face back to mine. We didn’t talk much for a while after that.

I knew, perhaps more than anyone else, how much Harry desired moving forward from the past. I’m ready, too, to start the greatest chapter of our lives.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission #hinny #harry x ginny

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zelenacat · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3- When We Were Young- An Obitine Story

“We weren’t expecting two.” Satine stated plainly.

They had made it up to the Duchess’ quarters, Khaami had held the babies while Fesma supported Satine up the stairs, it had been grueling, but necessary.

Tyra wailed.

“At this hour,” Khaami observed, “only the guards are awake.”

“Still,” Fesma countered, “what if they heard?”

“What are we going to do?” Satine corrected.

“We could,” Khaami paused, “claim your bastard brother had twins.”

“We could-”

“Satine?”

The Duchess looked up from where she was seated on her bed. Fesma, who was holding Tyra, had her eyes on the girls’ outstretched hand. She was flexing it, and the bed curtains were moving with her motions.

“Could,” Khaami gasped, “could she have inherited-”

“No.” the Duchess said sternly.

“Satine-”

Her chest rose with emotion, “She will remind me of him everyday.”

“Satine,” Fesma began firmly, “perhaps it’s best if Tyra is given to the Jedi Temple.”

Maybe it was the hormones, but the Duchess began to sob uncontrollably, the twins shifted, uncomfortable with their mothers’ tears.

“Satine,” Khaami sat next to her lady, holding Korkie in her arms, “your children will always be a part of you, but they are their own people.”

The Duchess sniffled, “It’s too early to let her go.”

“There’s no way we can keep her,” Fesma sighed, “a Mandalorian Jedi, she’s a juxtaposition, an enigma.”

Satine wiped her eyes.

“It makes sense,” she agreed, “but this is my daughter we’re talking about, my child.”

“She will be well cared for at the temple,” Khaami reasoned, “I’ve never heard tales of the Jedi being unkind.”

“That is true,” agreed Fesma, “and she will never have to hide who she is.”

Satine steeled herself, she was the Duchess of Mandalore, and despite all the odds she had decided to bear her children, Obi-Wan’s children, and she was going to make sure they lived good lives.

“Whatever is best for her.” the Duchess decided.

Fesma handed Satine baby Tyra, “I’m going to contact our less than savory friends about fake birth certificates and DNA tests.”

“Thank you,” Satine nodded before turning to Khaami, “and I suggest you go get some rest, I can watch the twins.”

Korkie gurgled.

“Are you sure, Satine?” Khaami asked.

“Yes,” the Duchess answered, “and once you’re done, Fesma, I suggest you rest as well.”

Fesma cracked a smile, “It has been a long night.”

After her ladies left, Satine draped a sheet in front of the balcony exit and over the entrance to her parlor room. Then climbed into the bed and held the babies to her chest.

“You’re both so special to me,” she whispered, “do you know that.”

The twins breathed in response, Satine was in awe of how the simple action fascinated her.

“I love you, Korkyrach, and you, Tyra Satine,” the Duchess smiled, “you are both so dear to me.”

Satine didn’t get much sleep that night, as the twins woke up every few hours, but in the morning, when Khaami and Fesma returned to her bedroom, the Duchess had a plan.

“I think we should pay someone to sneak her into the Jedi Temple.”

Khaami blinked.

“That’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard.” Fesma stated.

“I agree.”

“But-”

“Satine,” Fesma frowned, “do you know how heavily guarded the Jedi temple is?”

“Yes, but-”

“Satine,” Khaami’s eyes widened, “whoever sneaked in the temple would likely be killed.”

“Maybe,” Fesma began after a short silence, “you could talk to Tyra’s father-”

“Out of the question,” Satine snapped, “I love him for who he is, not what he was, if I told him about the twins he would become someone new and hate himself!”

Khaami jumped backward.

Satine lowered her eyes, “I can’t have that.”

“Perhaps, then,” Fesma shifted, “Master, what was his name, Qui-”

“Qui-Gon,” Satine tried to clap, but then she remembered the twins, “he will most definitely help me!”

“Are you sure?” Khaami asked, taking Tyra in her arms.

“It is risky.” Fesma added, taking Korkie.

“I know we can trust him,” the Duchess said firmly, “he was like a second father to me.”

Khaami nodded.

“In other news,” Fesma jumped in, “I contacted the forgers last night, but they’re asking a high price, especially for the DNA test.”

“It’s no wonder,” Satine sighed, “we need it to fool everyone.”

“How will we pay them?” Khaami worried aloud.

“Did they specify what they wanted?” the Duchess questioned.

Fesma shook her head, “Unfortunately, no, although I don’t think we have enough jewels to pay them this time.”

“Is there anything in the palace we can use without drawing attention?” Khaami asked.

“Maybe old relics,” Satine suggested, “candelabras and curtains that historians would die for.”

“That's a start,” Fesma stated, “perhaps some straight cash might help ease the bargain.”

“I’ll take it out of my salary.” the Duchess decided.

Korkie began to cry, then, so did Tyra.

“They must be hungry.” Fesma observed.

Satine held out her arms, “I’ll try feeding them.”

Khaami and Fesma shared a look.

“Are you sure, Satine?”

“I’ll start,” the Duchess assured, “and Fesma can bring up extra milk for my tea.”

Wordlessly, Fesma handed Satine her son and left. It was a struggle, Satine had no idea how to feed a baby. Khaami was trying to be helpful, but really, Satine was losing her patience.

“We have a problem.” Fesma announced, setting down a tray of milk and tea bags, “many guards heard a baby crying last night.”

Satine took a spoon and quietly began feeding Korkie, her mind whirling.

“We’ll have to speed things up, then.” she said finally.

“I agree.”

“Fesma, look for nice vases, candelabras, and maybe even old Mandalorian stays,” Satine instructed, “take notes of where and how prominently featured they are.”

“Of course.”

While Khaami burped Korkie and began laying out clothes for her lady, Satine picked up an old comm device and called Master Qui-Gon Jinn, while caring for Tyra.

“Satine?”

“I’m sorry to disturb your meditation, Qui-Gon-”

Over the comm Satine heard the Jedi Master stand, “Is there an emergency?”

“Not an imminent one.”

“Do explain.” Qui-Gon goaded.

“I’ve given birth to twins.”

Besides a sharp intake of breath, there was nothing but silence.

“Tyra Satine, my second born, is force sensitive.”

Master Qui-Gon sighed.

“Can you bring her to the temple?”

“Satine,” the Jedi Master began, “why not just-”

“My consort can’t have anything to do with the Jedi,” Satine interrupted, “and I can’t raise them as my own, Mandalore is too unstable.”

“Your political enemies would also be overjoyed.” Qui-Gon stated.

“Yes,” Satinie’s voice quivered as Tyra burped, “and I need my children to be safe.”

“I ask the council for a few hours of quiet retreat,” the Jedi Master told her, “I’ll be there at two o’clock today.”

Satine sighed, “Thank you, Master Qui-Gon.”

“Should I tell Obi-Wan?”

The Duchess’ breath caught, on her shoulder, Tyra sighed.

“No,” Satine said cooly, “I fell in love with Obi-Wan for what he is, a Jedi, telling him would cause a recalculation of his morals and values.”

Qui-Gon was silent for some time before speaking, “Alright, Satine.”

Satine dressed herself that morning while Khaami watched the babies. Fesma returned soon after Satine had finished brushing her hair.

“The council is expecting you,” she announced, lowering her voice, “and I have the list.”

“Thank you,” Satine smiled, “at Master Qui-Gon is coming today at two.”

Fesma nodded, “Good, I’ll start preparing our bounty.”

The Duchess turned to Khaami, “Watch the twins, will you?”

The lady lit up, “Of course, Satine.”

In the council chamber, the meeting went on as scheduled. The Duchess did her best to pay attention, but at the end of two hours, she was done.

“That will be all, Your Grace.”

Satine straightened, “Thank you, Prime Minister.”

Pushing her chair back, Satine wandered down to the kitchens remembering she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet today. Unfortunately, the Duchess rounded a corner and walked straight into a gaggle of maids.

“Oh,” one gasped, “forgive us, Your Grace.”

“It’s no worries,” Satine said, rubbing her head, “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh no, Your Grace,” a second maid assured, “it was us who wasn’t paying attention.”

The third maid frowned, “Are you well, Your Grace?”

“Why, yes,” Satine nodded, “though a little tired I suppose.”

The first maid gave the third one a harsh look.

“Please excuse us, Your Grace.” the second maid curtsied.

That first encounter didn’t leave her suspicious, but after Satine caught two waiters gossiping about what the guards had heard, and the cooks discussing the Duchess’ eating habits and weight, Satine realized she was the victim of rumors.

Upstairs in her bedroom, the Duchess was shocked to find Fesma and Khaami pulling down her curtains.

“Where-”

“They’re on the bed.” Fesma answered.

Satine ran to the twins, they were wearing cloth diapers and rolling around on the mattress. She could tell which one was which because Tyra, who had been born with some hair, had a blonde cowlick sticking up towards the ceiling.

“Hello, darlings,” Satine kissed her children’s heads, “now, will you tell me what mother’s ladies are doing?”

“These curtains are made from horse hair.” Fesma replied.

The Duchess gaped.

“I know,” Khaami agreed, seeing Satine’s look, “the species that went extinct three hundred years ago.”

Peaking through the side door, Satine noticed that on her parlor floor sat a whole pile of treasures. Marbled silk scarves, gold-plated vases, candelabras from the dark era, and soon, curtains made from horse hair.

“Yes!” Khaami cried.

Returning her attention to the maids, Satine grinned as the curtains fell on top of her ladies.

“Khaami, I told you to catch it.”

“Well how can I catch it if I can’t see anything!”

The babies giggled. Satine helped Fesma out of the wreckage.

“How are we going to get all this stuff to the forgers?” Khaami asked, throwing the curtains to the side.

“I’ve contacted them about that,” Fesma answered, “they will send agents in as maids to help collect the stuff.”

“Even the vases?” questioned Satine.

“Even those.”

Khaami crossed her arms, “When are they coming?”

“They will all be here by breakfast tomorrow morning,” Fesma sighed, “they gave us a code phrase and everything.”

“Staggered entry,” the Duchess mused, “these forgers are quite clever.”

Khaami frowned, “They’re criminals, Satine.”

“Still, they’re helping me save my children.” the Duchess countered.

There came a knock on the door, and everyone froze.

“The crow flies at midnight.”

Satine raised her eyebrows at Fesma.

“Come in.”

The little “maid” who came in was short with raven hair, her eyes lingered on the Duchess, then fell to the twins on the bed.

“Through here,” Satine motioned, “please follow me.”

The imposter maid’s eyes widened at the loot. Then she took out two pieces of paper.

“The DNA tests you requested, Your Grace.”

Satine looked at the tests, then smiled, “Thank you.”

“I’ll start with the scarves,” the imposter maid smiled, showing teeth, “they have to be cleaned after all.”

An hour later, while Satine was preparing Tyra for her journey, another knock pounded on the door.

“The crow flies at midnight.” two male voices harmonized.

“Come in.”

The men who came in were dressed as painters.

“You asked us to restore your vases, Your Grace.” one of them bowed.

“Yes,” Satine pointed, “through there.”

While the criminal painter who spoke to her went to the other room, his accomplice pulled out two pieces of paper.

“The birth certificates you requested, Your Grace.”

Looking at the certificates, Satine tried not to marvel at their authenticity, “Thank you.”

Once the men left, carrying two heavy vases, Khaami returned from changing the twins’ diapers.

“They're gone?” she asked.

“Yes,” Fesma smiled, arranging the papers, “and now I suggest you bring us some lunch.”

Khaami smiled at the babies, “I’ll be back.”

Satine took the twins from her and climbed onto the bed.

“My beautiful little prince and princess.” she cooed.

Tyra, as if knowing her fate, began to sniffle.

“Oh,” Satine frowned, “it’s alright my love, you’re going to be safe with your Uncle Qui-Gon.”

Tyra moaned.

“I would like to give her something,” the Duchess said, looking up, “do you think it would be too dangerous?”

“It might be,” Fesma frowned, “but maybe a necklace, though it can’t be too obviously from the Kryze Clan.”

Satine ran through a mental list of the family jewelry.

“My mother was fond of a warrior’s eye pendant,” the Duchess smiled at the memory, “perhaps I’ll give my daughter that.”

“It would be poetic.” agreed Fesma.

When Khaami returned, Satine sent Fesma to go get her mother’s necklace. She could’ve easily done it herself, but the Duchess wanted to spend as much time with her daughter as she could.

“The crow flies at midnight.”

Satine stood, handing Tyra to Khaami.

“Come in.”

Two older women dressed as seamstresses entered the room. Satine handed them each a curtain.

“Here are the hospital records, Your Grace.” said the first one.

“Thank you.”

The second maid held out her hand, “These are the connected bills, they’re completed.”

“Thank you.” Satine repeated.

The imposter seamstresses left.

“You’re amazing.” Khaami whispered.

“Really?”

“Giving birth to twins in secret,” Khaami stated, “giving them good lives, making sure they’re safe.”

Satine smiled sadly, “It’s what any good mother would do.”

“And you’re a great one.” Khaami agreed.

The Duchess felt unsure at that remark and took Tyra in her arms, preparing to burp her.

“We’ll have to get a nursery set up for Korkie.” observed Khaami.

“True,” Satine smiled wearily, “at least he gets to be near me, even if I can’t acknowledge him as my son.”

“But,” Fesma interjected, closing the door behind her, “when Queen Mara only had an illegitimate son, the court named him her heir.”

“That was a different time,” Satine frowned, “everyone was desperate for a male heir, and Mara refused to marry.”

“But that’s good,” Khaami smiled, “it could mean that your children could be considered legitimate.”

“It is a precedent.” Fesma agreed.

Satine sighed, staring at Tyra in her arms, “Unfortunately Mandalore is still too unstable.”

Once the babies were burped, Satine and her ladies ate lunch. Finally, a fourth imposter, a server, holding brass polish, came and took the candelabras.

He handed Satine a credit receipt, “The transaction is complete.”

“Thank you.”

When he left, Satine realized she had to hide this somewhere secret. Her ladies seemed to reach the same conclusion, as they both averted their eyes. For now, Satine left it in her sock drawer.

“Let’s get the papers ready,” Satine turned to Fesma, who was holding Tyra, “and make sure she’s warm, Master Qui-Gon will be here soon.”

On the night the twins were born, Fesma went out and bought a bag of diapers and two onesies, one purple and one blue. Tyra was dressed in the purple one with her grandmother’s necklace around her throat. Korkie was put in blue.

“Here are the papers,” Fesma said, holding out a paper clipped pile, “the Jedi will need these.”

Satine nodded, Khaami’s comm beeped.

“My lady, a Jedi named Qui-Gon Jinn claimed the Duchess is expecting him, is that true?”

“Yes,” Khaami answered, “Her Grace is most looking forward to his arrival.”

For the last time, Satine held both her daughter and son in her arms, kissing both of them sweetly.

“Say goodbye to your sister, Korkie.”

Korkie cooed.

“Tell your brother you love him, Tyra.”

Tyra giggled.

Satine handed Korkie to Fesma, “Stay here with my son, Khaami will accompany me to the landing pad.”

“Of course, Your Grace.” the lady responded, sensing the solemnity of the moment.

Walking down to the landing pad was the hardest thing Satine ever had to do. She clutched Tyra’s forged papers to her chest and made sure Khaami’s cloak covered the baby, then, she stepped out the door.

Master Qui-Gon disembarked just as Satine stepped out onto the landing pad, and in a burst of emotion, she ran to him in tears.

“Hush now, Satine,” the Jedi Master stroked the Duchess’ head, “it’s all going to be okay.”

“My son, Korkie, is upstairs,” Satine pulled away, wiping her eyes, “but Tyra is here for you.”

Khaami walked forward.

Qui-Gon cleared his throat, speaking loudly, “I’m afraid I only have a short while, Duchess, perhaps a walk around the gardens?”

“Of course,” Satine gestured for Khaami to follow, “let us go.”

It took a few sharp turns to lose the guards, but when they did, Satine handed her friend the forged papers.

“Everything you should need is here,” she whispered, “I’ve given Tyra a necklace, make sure she keeps it.”

“Of course.” the Jedi Master said earnestly.

Khaami came forward and held out her arms.

“This is the Princess Tyra Satine.” she stated.

Qui-Gon smiled warmly and with a gentle touch, took the baby in his arms.

“Hello, Tyra Satine.”

The Duchess steeled herself not to cry as Master Qui-Gon’s ship took off, but when she made it back to her room, Satine burst into tears.

“Oh, Fesma, Khaami, what have I done!”

“What is right,” Fesma said, leaning in front of her with Korkie in her arms, “this is what is best for your daughter.”

“She knows you love her,” Khaami assured, “she will always know.”

Satine swallowed, she would get through this.

“What are we going to do about Korkie? Fesma asked.

The baby gurgled.

Satine straightened, “Try to act surprised when I announce my nephew this evening.”

Clinking her glass, Satine stood, foreboding herself from shaking.

“There is an important family matter that must be shared with this court.”

The room went silent.

Satine tried to act emotional, which wasn’t hard, “I had a brother, he died in the war.”

Whispers sprung up around the table, spreading like wildfire on dry grass.

“My brother had a son, his name is Korkyrach,” Satine tightened her fingers around her glass, “and I have decided to raise him.”

More whispers.

“Your Grace-”

“Thank you for your input, Prime Minister,” Satine sat down, “but I have made up my mind.”

Within the week, the entire Mandalore system knew about Korkie, and Satine was free to love her son in peace. A nursery was set up across the hall from her room and a nanny was hired. What Satine wasn’t expecting, however, was the return of her sister Bo-Katan.

Naturally, her sister had to be dramatic, and had the announcer shout her arrival from the steps before the door opened. Her council gasped, but Satine wasn't surprised to see her sister in Mandalorian armor, it was practically all she wore.

“Bo-”

“I have come to meet my nephew.” Bo-Katan said grandly.

Satine looked to her council, “We will resume in an hour, dismissed.”

Bo-Katan was silent on the way up to the nursery, but Satine couldn’t stop talking. She hadn’t seen her sister since the day their parents were killed and she was whisked away by the former prime minister into Jedi care.

“I’m good, Satine.” Bo-Katan said finally.

The Duchess nodded and led her sister into the nursery.

Bo-Katan smiled when she saw him, “Korkyrach, huh?”

“Yep.”

“I didn’t know Dad, I mean-”

“Yeah.”

Her father had been an honorable man, and she hated disgracing his legacy this way. Despite their disagreements on the future of Mandalore, she had loved him, and she’d wept when he died.

“He’s got red hair,” Bo-Katan observed, “like me.”

“Mm hm.”

“Satine,” Bo-Katan turned to her sister suddenly, “where did he really come from?”

The Duchess gaped and looked around the room, the nanny was politely waiting outside.

“Bo,” Satine managed to get out, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Her sister’s eyes narrowed and her voice lowered.

“Satine, I know you published the hospital records-”

“And his birth certificate and DNA test.” interjected the Duchess.

Bo-Katan leveled Satine a glare, “But the hospital staff has no recollection or record of the woman who was Korkie’s mother.”

“That's strange,” Satine agreed, “although many records were burned during the war.”

“God fucking dammit, Satine,” Bo-Katan blurted, “our father would never do that!”

“Bo-”

“Is he yours?” Bo-Katan asked pointedly.

“What-”

“Is he yours?”

Satine blinked, she steeled her nerves.

“Bo, I’m not married.”

Bo-Katan crossed her arms, “That didn’t answer my question.”

“Look, who I get with is my own business,” Satine swallowed, thinking of Obi-Wan, “but I could never be so careless to, to-”

“Alright,” Bo-Katan held up her hands, “I guess I just don’t want to believe it.”

#duchess satine #satine kryze #satine x obiwan #fanfic #korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obitine #obiwan

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fantasticstoryteller · 4 years ago

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Kingdoms ch. 30

Peter smiled at the struggling mother and child, both refugees from Reaper. They were trying to collect spider silk on a spindle for weaving purposes—and they were both failing despite the helpfulness of the little spiders. The thread snaps, for the fourth time, and the child cries out in frustration as it hurled the spindle across the room.

The spider itself, one of the little knee high ones, turned and gently rubbed its forelegs over the child to comfort it. “It’s all right,” Peter said gently. “It takes time and practice.”

“It is difficult,” the child’s mother said with a glare at her own spindle. The spider, the same kind as the one helping the boy, turned and tried to comfort her with its forelegs like its brother was doing for the child. The woman reached out and absently stroked the the little spider’s back.

Peter smiled. Both mother and child, determined to fit in here in their new home, had come remarkably far from the people who had screamed and fainted upon seeing Spot for the first time. Of course, Peter knew (although the boy’s mother did not) that one of the castle knights had taken to taking some of the children for rides on the back of his spider—rides that included climbing walls.

He wasn’t entirely certain why the two were so determined to fit in. Not all (or even most) of the refugees were. A significant majority seemed to be readying themselves to travel out of Arachne and through Mysterio to get to Morphio.

His thoughts were interrupted by Myles as the acolyte ran to the open door of the spinning room. “High—Priest—Parker!” Myles gasped as he rested his hands on his knees.

Peter gave him a few moments to get his breath before gently questioning. “Yes?” he asked.

The boy took a long shuddering gasp before drawing himself up to full height. He was only a head shorter than Peter. “Priest Octavius would like your assistance with a dispute he is attempting to handle,” Myles told him.

“Thank you. I think,” Peter said as he turned to smile at the female omega and her child, “that it is time to take a break. Trying to force yourself to do a task you are unused to for long periods of time will only cause more problems than if you rest. Myles,” he said turning his attention back to the acolyte, “please be kind enough to show these two how to care for the spiders.” The spiders, knowing what was about to happen, began to dance with joyful anticipation.

“Sure thing.” The boy stepped in and graced the two with his biggest, most open smile. “Pleased to meet you. Are you going to be living in the temple with us?”

Peter heard the omega woman give a murmured answer, but didn’t eavesdrop. He didn’t need to know if they were planning to live in the temple until they were ready to move in. Personally, he didn’t feel the two of them were ready to live in the temple, but there were several very good places that would be more than willing to take the two of them in. Peter had, as part of his duties as High Priest, been keeping track of them.

He turned his mind away from the refugees as he walked in the wide spaces between the white columned pillars and focused on the priest calling him. Priest Octavius was one of the best priests in the temple; he didn’t know what the beta might need help with. If Priest Octavius hadn’t been one of the most reliable priests in the temple, High Priest Peter never would have allowed him to be in charge when he took off with the army to rescue Wade.

Disputes were usually settled in one of the many royal courts in the city; few of them came to the temple. Most frequently the ones that did come to the temple were cases that involved inheritance disputes, property disputes, things of that nature. After all, one of the functions of the temple was to keep perfect records.

He could hear angry yelling as he made his way towards one of the dispute rooms. Acting on a hunch, he followed the sound until he reached the room that Priest Octavius, an alpha that Peter recognized as Nobleman Jamison, and another unknown beta were in. The two betas were cowering, Priest Octavius slightly and the unknown beta greatly, from the pheromones that the angry alpha was emitting.

Most omegas would be upset and have to leave the room when confronted with an angry alpha—but Peter had never been like most omegas. He supposed that one of his blessings from the goddess was a resistance to that sort of thing. He calmly walked into the room as though there was nothing amiss. “I received your message from Myles,” Peter said calmly as he came in. “What seems to be the problem?”

Nobleman Jamison growled, the sound low and menacing. Peter could clearly tell that the unknown beta wanted to run, and Octavius flinched, but he didn’t even twitch. Peter had been dealing with angry alphas since long before he became High Priest.

Priest Octavius handed him a small stack of papers as Nobleman Jamison began to rant. “This—this moron,” snarled the aggressive alpha as he jerked a thumb at the priest, “can’t do his damn job!”

High Priest Peter scanned the documents and gave a small hum in the back of his throat. “I have to admit,” he said, “that I am confused as well.”

“See?” demanded Nobleman Jamison, self satisfaction rolling off him.

“Yes—why is this being contested?” asked Peter.

“What?”

Peter hummed again. “According to these papers, Chandler Morison has decreed an heir to his business. It’s all perfectly routine.”

“He’s a beta!”

“He built his business himself,” High Priest Parker said, feigning confusion. He knew very well what was happening, of course; Nobleman Jamison wanted to add the highly successful Chandler business to his own wealth of businesses. “He’s perfectly within his rights to decide his own heir, the same as any business owner is.”

“Betas can’t breed!”

“But they can adopt. And just as a child adopted into the temple is a member of the temple, a child adopted by a beta belongs to the beta.”

Morison spoke up, his voice no louder than a whisper. “That girl knows almost everything I do,” he said timidly. “About both candle making and running a business in the largest city of Arachne.”

High Priest Peter nodded. “This is all in order,” he said as he handed the papers back to Priest Octavius. “Thank you for your time,” he added politely. “May tomorrow see you better than today.”

Jamison fumed as he stalked out of the door at the polite dismissal. Morison, eyes shining with unshed tears, briefly gripped Peter’s and before he followed out of the room and Peter sighed. “By the way,” said Priest Octavius as he tidied up the papers, “Her Majesty wanted me to remind you that you and your mate are due for a ‘private’ dinner with her, her mate, and the ambassador from Mysterio.”

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raspberryfanfics · 4 years ago

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untangled—nejiweek day 6

Day 6 Prompt—Rebirth | Any AU

IT’S A TANGLED AU YOU’RE WELCOME!

Once upon a time, in a kingdom full of many beautiful things and many ugly things, there was a child born to a nobleman and a princess. The nobleman was the second child of a marquess, title worth significantly less than his older twin, who was to inherit the property and title of his father. The princess was the only child of the royal family, the only in line to inherit the throne. She was to marry a prince from another country until it was found that she had borne a child, though few people knew whose it was.

Of course, the princess knew that the father was Hizashi Hyuga, the second-born nobleman, and he was aware as well. The third person aware of the child’s parentage was Hiashi Hyuga, the uncle of this child. Yet as the princess died, it was clear that the next in line to inherit the throne would be the child, though born to a man who would have a very small status, would one day become king.

Thrown with cruel jealousy, Hiashi went to murder his own brother, who was to become the king consort after the princess became queen. However, it appeared that this outcome was predicted and Hizashi injected a vial of poison into his thigh, which would kill him slowly and painfully over the course of a week. The only available cure happened to be the hair of the current newborn, already long like his fathers, enchanted by a sorceress with the ability to heal anything. When the baby prince’s temples were pressed, veins would protrude near his eyes and a faint outline of a pupil would emerge from his silver eyes. This activated the power of the Byakugan, a healing energy that would keep Hiashi alive for another week.

Yet if the hair was completely cut, Hiashi would die immediately. When at first meaning to raise the baby on his own, the kingdom found the princess’s will, explaining that whomever had the mark of a manji and the same animal companion as the princess would be the heir to the throne. Over the years, several boys and girls were tattooed with the manji and given random animals, hoping that it would be the correct one and able to earn them the prince or princess. When realizing the prince had the tattoo and a chameleon who’s life was tied to his, Hiashi locked the baby in a tower far from the kingdom away to avoid suspicion of the mark. Neji’s forehead was always covered with a bandage.

But every year on the day the princess died, the old king and queen sent birds all over, carrying information scrolls in search for the true heir, hoping that one day, someone would show to reclaim the throne.

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The prince’s name was Neji Hyuga and for the seventeen years of his life, he was never allowed to go outside of his tower. Part of this reason stood that he was taught to fear the outside world and that he would never be stronger than them. He didn’t know how others fought, thought that Hiashi was weak therefore he was weaker, though almost being able to beat him in a spar. He believed that Hiashi was his father and that his mother was dead. Perhaps that was the only truth that his uncle ever told him.

So he would hang out with his chameleon Lee for hours on end and he’d educate himself about the outside world, read and train and draw and meditate. But what he longed to do was fly, for he loved birds and the way they could soar in the sky. On his birthday, there would be seemingly millions of birds everywhere, each of a different colour and what seemed to be a scroll on their leg. He wished to read them, wished to even touch one.

When his Hiashi came to feed him, and to brush his hair, that had never been cut besides a small strand on his neck, a couple weeks before his eighteenth birthday, he cautiously approached the subject of being allowed to explore the kingdom and to see the birds and their mysterious scrolls. However, his request was crushed, being told that the scrolls were just gibberish and he wouldn’t understand them. Disappointed, Neji went back to meditating.

Somewhere else in the kingdom, a handsome thief, tired of all the money the kingdom spent on the birds and the scrolls in order to find the lost prince, decided to take action. Her name was Tenten and through her wits, stored the prince’s crown with the help of two other thieves. To take the crown for herself, she tricked the two and rode off with a stolen horse named Gai.

Gai, though upset that she stole the crown, led her deep into the forest to escape the guards of the palace, only to tumble off a cliff. The two found a small tunnel hidden by vines and on the other side was a magnificent stone tower surrounded by scenery and nature. Tenten was only struck with awe for a moment before remembering needing to hide.

She let Gai escape, knowing he would find her when she needed him and climbed to the top of the tower with her arrows. However, she couldn’t find time to rest or even look at the satchel with the crown before Neji attacked her, fighting furiously. Tenten defended herself with several different weapons, throwing them with deadly accuracy that he somehow seemed to avoid. What was even more impressive was the fact that he had not lost a single strand of his hair in the process.

Lee the chameleon, who was a lot stronger than he looked, knocked her out with a frying pan.

Neji shoved Tenten into his wardrobe, excited with the victory of someone in the real world. He was convinced that if he showed Hiashi his ability to fend for himself, he would be allowed out of the tower. Yet his uncle rejected the idea before he could even propose it, so Neji, remembering the weapons the thief wields, instead asked for a bow and a set of arrows from the Kingdom of Iwa, as the journey there would be longer, giving him more time to escape.

When Hiashi left, he tied Tenten to a chair with his long hair and waited to interrogate her. Tenten woke up and was immediately astonished by how handsome Neji was and started to flirt with him shamelessly, which only made him confused. Disappointed, she answered the questions he asked, annoyed by the clueless guy.

However, Neji still had the crown and he proposed a deal: that she lead him see the birds and the scrolls in exchange for the crown. Tenten grudgingly agreed and they left the tower, which started to mess with the lost prince’s head. She then had the idea to take him to a pub with vicious thugs, who would probably dislike him very much and convince him to go back.

Hiashi had discovered Gai running around without anyone on his back and became suspicious, entering the tower through a secret tunnel and furious that he had left.

The thugs were her friends and at the sight of how well-dressed Neji was, decided that he could be worth a lot. Ino thought his hair would make great extensions for her salon. Sakura thought his rich-looking clothes would be worth a lot. Saskue knew the price on Tenten’s head and wanted to turn her in, though everyone rejected that idea instantly. Yet Neji told them about his wish to be free and they were convinced and charmed by his presence. Naruto exclaimed thoughts about the old king and queen who were obsessed with finding their grandchild. Sakura and Choji were worried about all the people who didn’t have enough to eat and were dying of malnutrition. Kiba was worried about the animal cruelty. They all had their own wishes and welcomed Neji as one of them.

Suddenly, the guards looking for Tenten appeared and they had to run, jumping onto Gai’s back quickly and escaping many near-death experiences. They camped in the forest and Neji pressed his temples, activating the healing power of his hair. As he healed her wounds, he explained to her the Byakugan and how he was locked away because people would try to steal him for his hair, and how it would lose the power when cut.

Having told Tenten his story, he asked about hers. She told him she was an orphan and stole to keep herself alive, and sometimes her friends. The crown could give her a better life, one where she didn’t have to steal anymore, and she wanted to relax. Tenten thought that his dreams of seeing the birds and the scrolls were stupid because the birds were captured and caged, only to be tied down with something they didn’t want. The money used to do this could have supported many villagers.

Though feeling guilty, Neji told her that the birds were still more free than he was, a reason he was so obsessed with them. While she left to gather firewood, Hiashi found Neji and returned the satchel with the crown, saying the Tenten would leave him if he gave it to her. He believed that there was romance between the two of them and that after everything they had been through, she wouldn’t leave him. Yet when she came back, he second-guessed himself and didn’t give her the crown.

The next day, Tenten brought Neji on a boat and during the afternoon, they watched the birds fly from the castle, each carrying a tiny little scroll on their ankles. They watched in awe and started to realize their feelings for each other. When a bird landed on their boat, she carefully untied a scroll and handed it to him. In turn, he gave her the crown she had stolen, asking if it meant that she would leave. Tenten told him she would stay and as they leaned in kiss, she pulled away at the sight of the two thieves she betrayed.

She took the crown and gave it to them, asking that they left her alone. Yet the two thieves had been approached by Hiashi and knew that Neji was much more precious than the crown. They knocked her out and tied her to the boat in a way that made it seem as if she was running away, leading her to the kingdom to face her death sentence.

Neji, convinced that Tenten had left, went back to his tower with Hiashi, feeling extremely miserable. He suddenly remembered the scroll she had untied for him, and opened it. There was a mark on the scroll, a glowing green manji and two curves from it, one identical to the one on his forehead. On the corner, there was a small message asking that the lost prince with such a tattoo and an animal companion would return to the castle and take their rightful place on the thorne.

He looked at Lee, whose bushy eyebrows raised in surprise, and memories rushed into his head. There were flashes of his old life, his father, his mother, the enchantress who blessed his hair, and he realized what had happened. Before his uncle left, Neji grabbed him by the collar and demanded the truth. Hiashi admitted to his crimes and realizing that there was no way he’d convince the prince to stay locked up, they engaged in a spar.

It was vicious, cruel, and tight. Yet Hiashi was way more experienced and bound Neji to a post after his defeat. He now would resort to taking the cure of the hair by force.

As she was led out of prison to her death sentence, Tenten found the two thieves who she formerly worked with and found it suspicious. She knocked out the two guards while in handcuffs and demanded to know how they found out about Neji and what had happened to her. They revealed that Hiashi took him back and that was when she knew he was in danger.

Several more guards came to take Tenten away until she realized that something was off, but in a good way. A flash of pink hair, orange jacket, and onyx eyes took away the guards by her side so fast she could barely comprehend it. As she ran, the people chasing her were slowed down by Shikamaru and she knew they were slowed down even further when she saw way too much cleavage and a sultry tone, and even slower after the booming vibrations of Choji’s footsteps.

In the courtyard, she was poorly hyped up by Shino, who made her stand on a wooden board angled on a rock. Kiba dropped his dog onto the other side and she flew into the air, landing on Gai. To her surprise, a girl who looked similar to Neji but a lot more timid faced her. She recognised the girl as Hinata Hyuga and several things started to click together in Tenten’s mind.

Hinata gave Tenten a blade and told her to cut Neji’s hair, as it would kill her father. She too did not want the marquess alive and with that, the thief rode to the tower with terrifying speed. Upon arriving at the tower, she called for his hair, climbing it to the top of the tower to make sure Neji was ok.

However, she barely got a glimpse of him before Hiashi plunged a knife into Tenten’s abdomen. Neji, still tied up, screamed in fury and begged that to let him heal her he would never leave the tower again and live for the soul purpose of providing for his evil uncle. Even with her protests, the price insisted.

Hiashi chained her down and freed Neji, who hurried to Tenten’s side, wrapping his hair around her wound, about to press him temples to activate his Byakugan. As she grabbed onto his neck, seeming to kiss him, she cut off his hair with Hinata’s blade, making Hiashi scream in fury. The eighteen-year-old wound on his thigh spreads all over his body and he disintegrates into ashes.

Neji pressed his temples over and over again in an attempt to reawaken the Byakugan but it wouldn’t work. He begged for Tenten to stay with him, who was starting to lose consciousness. Yet she touched his face and told him that she loved him and as he whispered the words back, her body went limp. Neji slowly bent his forehead towards hers and his tear dropped onto her cheek.

Suddenly, a lavender glow encircled the room and the wound on her abdomen started to heal. He watched in awe as the enchantment faded, stunned by the power of his tears. Quickly shaking her, Tenten’s eyes slowly opened. Neji breathed her name and she slowly came back into consciousness, smiling and hitting on him, the same way they did when they first met. He laughed and without hesitation, kissed her.

Neji reclaimed his throne and he ruled the kingdom with his queen by his side, feeding the poor and treating animals right, living happily ever after.

#nejiweek2020 #neji #neji hyuga #nejiten fanfiction #tangled au #team gai #rock lee #might guy #you know you needed this #this could have been a lot longer but whatever #raspberryfanfics

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 5 years ago

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Dawn in Your Eyes Part 2

Summary: Alfie has little to no idea why Caroline ever gave him the time of day. The blind woman seemed far too sensible to even speak to him. But soon he finds himself falling helplessly in love.

Part 2: Alfie is confronted.

Part 1

Julia Ellner was the only family Caroline had left. Her sister and brother-in-law had been lost to consumption. The young woman was lucky enough to escape becoming sick too. Julia’s parents had left Russia before the worst of the pogroms. They’d settled in Camden Town and became prominent members of the community. When she was eighteen, Julia was married off to a wealthy investor. After he passed, she inherited his estate and made it her mission to do good.

She could distinctly remember the day she held her niece for the first time. Her sister, Monica, was in tears as she told her what the doctor had said. The beautiful little infant with cloudy gray eyes was blind. It was frustrating to know that there was little they could do. She would face many obstacles and the family had to adjust. Teaching her braille, never letting her out of their sight, and trying to explain why she was born different.

Then, Julia read about dogs being trained as eyes to the blind. Instantly, she knew what she wanted to do with her time and money as a widow. She gave a bit of independence to Caroline, but now she realized that independence led straight to the most dangerous Jew in Camden Town.

“Mrs. Ellner.” Ollie’s eyes widened when he saw the older woman walking towards the doors of the bakery. “I uh, Mr. Solomons wasn’t expecting you.”

Julia gave him a tight smile. “I’m sure he wasn’t. But he can make time for me.” Being a woman in a man’s world wasn’t easy. But if one knew how to be assertive, it made things a little easier.

Ollie weighed his options. His employer didn’t like unexpected meetings, but he’d most likely be upset if he found out his assistant had turned her away. “Okay, come with me.” He nodded and led her through the heavy doors.

Alfie was elbow deep in paperwork. His bookies were being scared off the tracks and he was livid. Tommy Shelby was being a pain in the arse as was Darby Sabini. He wasn’t in the mood for any interactions, distinguished member of the community or not.

But as far as Julia was concerned, they weren’t on Alfie’s time. So she walked into his office with just a brief knock. Ollie followed with an apologetic look written on his face. He fully expected to get the book thrown at him. Maybe literally.

Alfie looked up from his papers and frowned. “Mrs. Ellner didn’t think you were on me agenda.”

“Well, you should’ve been expecting me for quite some time, Mr. Solomons.” She replied and sat down before he could offer an invitation.

“That right?” Alfie sighed and placed his pen down. Obviously, he wasn’t going to get any work done until she left. He rolled up his sleeves and leaned back in his leather chair.

With fiery red hair that always skipped a generation in the family, clever eyes and an unbending stature, Julia was always a force to be reckoned with. When it came to her charity work, there wasn’t much to argue about. Alfie made a generous donation semi-annually and they exchanged pleasantries. But the two had their run-ins before. Mostly Alfie disrupting life in Camden. She urged him to clean up his act more than once without much result.

“My niece is not one of your playthings.” She spoke harshly. The kindness she usually had for donors had flown out the window hours ago when she caught wind of Caroline and Alfie.

He was too tired for this. But kicking Julia out of his office wouldn’t help his case. “I don’t-”

She didn’t let him finish. “She is not a whore or whatever you’d like to call the women who go in and out of your flat.”

Alfie muttered a curse under his breath. He couldn’t do anything without everyone knowing.

“She is a good, Jewish woman from a good family.” Caroline’s aunt emphasized each word with a rap of her hand against his desk. “And I will not have the likes of you or your men sniffing around her.”

It was partly amusing to know that there were men that walked the same planet who would never speak to Alfie the way Julia did. But that didn’t matter when Alfie held great respect for the Jewish women of Camden. Especially Julia. Women like his mother who put up with the men around them and still managed to keep a clean house, tend after the kids, go to temple, and have a hot meal on the table each night.

And Caroline was tempting. Even the thought of her made him involuntarily wince from the ache in his chest. But Julia was right. Fucking sinner like him had no business around her.

So Alfie simply cleared his throat and nodded. “I apologize, Mrs. Ellner, you won’t see me around her anymore.” He promised. “You can take that as my word.”

Julia narrowed her eyes and held herself tall in her seat. “I should hope so.” Her demeanor softened ever so slightly when she discovered he wasn’t going to fight her. “You have a good heart, Alfie, but you bring nothing but violence to those around you.”

He fidgeted with the pen sitting on his desk. He grunted in agreement but decided there was nothing else to be said on the matter.

“I’ll leave you be.” She stood and gathered her things. “Thank you for seeing me unannounced. I hope to hear from you soon.”

“Yeah, right.” He ran a hand over his mouth and pointed at the door. “Take a bottle ‘fore you go. As many as you want.” He offered sort of as a peace offering. Least he could do for potentially clouding up the existence of her niece.

“I don’t drink.”

“Yeah, neither do I.”

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So, Alfie took a different route to work every morning. That meant he had to forgo his daily newspaper, snatching Ollie’s before the poor boy had a chance to look at the headline. But his boss was in a foul mood once his morning routine was adjusted. The best part of his day had been cut off cold turkey.

It carried on for a week, Alfie’s sour demeanor only worsening. But it came to an end when he came across Caroline standing at the bakery doors come Monday.

Pilot sat serenely by her side, basking in the bit of sun that escaped the gray clouds in the sky.

Alfie’s gait hesitated when he saw her and the massive dog by her side. He let out a slow breath and carried on. Couldn’t be blamed if Caroline showed up at his front door, now could he?

“Take a wrong turn, love?”

A hint of a smile formed on Caroline’s face when she heard his voice. It had been a long week. She worried after two days of Alfie not showing up to the corner. The boy who sold newspapers to the man had told Caroline he hadn’t seen Alfie either. So at least he wasn’t walking right by her and ignoring her. But he didn’t seem like the type of person to miss even one day of work. So she was afraid something was wrong.

“Have you’ve been taking Camden Gardens instead of Prowse to avoid me?” She ignored his initial question.

“Well,” Alfie scratched the back of his neck and leaned on his cane. “Your aunt suggested a longer walk for me health.”

“Ah.” Caroline nodded, her head tilting slightly. “I figured she would intervene sooner or later. She is…protective.”

“She’s right, ain’t she?” He furrowed his brow and evaluated the distance between them. Relative to the distance they used to keep. Her arm on his, her shoulder brushing against him. “Don’t think you really get what sort of fucking person I am.”

Her expression didn’t change. She maintained the calm look of self-assurance. “The kind of a man who would brighten the day of a blind woman? Or the kind of man who would stop to compliment someone’s dog?”

“I-”

“Or the kind of man who would treat that woman with more respect than anyone else has in their life. Treating her like she isn’t any different. Like she’s just a person.”

Alfie had to take a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter, love. Things I’ve done…I’ve no fucking right to involve you in any of it.”

“How does walking with me involve me in anything?” She retorted. “I hardly see how that’s relevant.”

“Because you don’t…” He huffed in frustration and paced a few steps. It felt like there was a ball being bounced against a wall over and over again. His reputation was dangerous enough for the people around him. But he was so hesitant to tell Caroline to hit the bricks. “I have men who would be willing to kill you in order to get back at me. Even for something as little as giving them a fucking dirty look.” Maybe brutal honesty would drive her away.

Caroline didn’t budge. “You wouldn’t let that happen.”

“Well, no of course not.” He spluttered. It certainly wasn’t the reaction he was counting on. “But if there were even the chance I wouldn’t risk it. Not with you.”

“So you would risk it with someone else.”

“No.” He insisted. “Men like me, right, are meant to fucking be alone. Way of the world. Women like you are meant to be kept safe by someone who can keep you safe.”

Caroline paused for a moment. Her eyes pointed in the direction of his voice but gazing a little bit over his shoulder. Pilot nudged her hand and she gently scratched behind his ears. “Women like me.” She scoffed slightly. “How many times do you think my aunt has tried to offer a dowry for me?”

Alfie couldn’t answer.

“But no man wants me as a wife.” Her expression hardened. “Who wants a blind girl as a wife? Someone who can’t…be a proper wife. Someone who always needs looking after. Someone who can’t…can’t even see her own husband or children.” She swallowed and fought back the tears.

Alfie opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“When I met you, I figured you were different. People have told me what sort of man you are but those are just words. What do they know?” She sniffled and subtly dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her coat. “You talk about a man who would protect me. When you’re the only man who would even volunteer.” She tugged gently at Pilot’s lead, extending her cane outwards.

Alfie was taken aback but the words were stuck in his throat. “Caroline-”

“You enjoy your walk through the gardens.” She turned to leave. “Although I’ve heard that they’re not pretty this time of the year.”

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About a week after Alfie single-handedly fucked up one of the best things he had going for him, he was still brooding. Well, brooding was for emotionally stunted men. Like Tommy Shelby. No, he was more…testy. Violent even. Looking for any excuse to let loose some anger he had simmering.

But it was exhausting. And after the day ended and dusk loomed over the bakery, he had to sit with the loneliness. Never before had he been lonely. Not even when he was bleeding out in a trench, struggling to stand, left to die among the already dead. But after getting just a little taste of companionship, he was hooked. Now he felt empty without Caroline to fill his mornings.

She was right. The gardens were bleak as the fall withered away into winter. It was a depressing walk, sometimes he simply called for a car, made an excuse that the weather was bothering his hip. Then he sulked in the back seat of the car, demanding Ishmael take the long route along Camden Gardens. But at least the wildlife and trees matched his mood. If it had been spring, he would’ve been grumpy at the weather for being so joyful.

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“Is my cousin still cranky or will he be willing to have a chat?”

Elizabeth Solomons-Levi, despite her lack of sight, was a force to be reckoned with. Only twenty-one, she declined Alfie’s offer to find her a respectful, well off, suitable husband. Instead, she snatched up a young politician from one of London’s most affluent families. Winning him over in just one night with her wit, charm, and beauty. Richard and Alfie didn’t exactly see eye to eye. Mostly because Richard knew exactly what Alfie did for a living and disapproved. As a law-abiding man, he frowned upon his illegal activities. Alfie didn’t like him because he was born with a coin purse stuffed with a never-ending supply of money. Also, politics.

But Richard cared a great deal for Elizabeth. Showering her with all the wealth she deserved, clearly treating her like the princess he saw her as.

Alfie was consulting with one of his men when she walked in. Decked out in a new fur coat with a matching cloche hat and a stunning diamond necklace. Her dog, Buck, led her through the hallway, fairly familiar with the building. Although Elizabeth didn’t live too far away, albeit, in a much nicer part of London, she was often busy attending events with her husband or vacationing in the countryside at the Levi estate.

“Didn’t know you’d be stopping by.” Alfie chose to ignore the comment about his crankiness.

“Well, when we spoke over the phone I knew something was wrong.” She smiled and reached out a hand when Buck stopped in front of her cousin.

Alfie offered his arm, escorting her back to his office. “Nothing wrong. Just business as usual.”

“I may be blind, Alfred, but I’m not stupid.” She retorted.

He chuckled. He was a teenager when Elizabeth was born and remembered how sad everyone was when they learned of her blindness. They assumed she would never have a life, never get to experience the joys ‘normal’ people did, and would be miserable. But apparently, some souls were made to thrive even with a disability. Alfie often joked that God had to make her blind; otherwise, she would be far too powerful and end up ruling the world before she was thirty.

Elizabeth often joked about her lack of sight because she liked to hear how uncomfortable it made people. They were taken aback, scolding her, saying she ought to not make fun of her own disability. But Alfie enjoyed her humor. Especially since he knew she had been such a timid little girl, held back by her family’s fear for her future and quality of life.

It just so happened that when Julia’s charity came to fruition, and Elizabeth received a dog free of charge because of Alfie’s donation, her personality blossomed. She finally had independence and found the woman she was meant to be. This, in turn, led to meeting her husband.

Alfie pulled out a chair for her and told Cyril to stay behind the desk and away from the Labrador.

The mastiff, not as strictly trained as the guide dog, whined and pawed at Alfie, wanting to sniff Buck. But he was ignored and grumbled low as he lay down at Alfie’s feet.

“Word is that you were seeing Julia’s niece for some time.” Elizabeth set her cane to the side and removed her hat and coat.

“Weren’t seeing her. Just talked to her. Haven’t seen her in a while.” He muttered and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’ve heard she’s beautiful.”

“Oh fucking hell, you and everyone else making shit out of nothing. Can’t I have a conversation, right, with someone without anyone fucking assuming that I’ve fallen in love with them?” He demanded.

His cousin simply smirked. “I said nothing about love.”

The gangster’s face scrunched up in displeasure. “Were implying it.”

“No, I think you were.” She continued to press when he only responded with a disgruntled grunt. “What’s the matter? She’s a lovely woman, so I’ve heard. Beautiful and Jewish. Loves dogs no doubt. Being blind makes you patient too, heaven knows you’ll need someone patient.” She teased affectionately.

“Like I said before, ain’t nothing going on.”

Elizabeth pouted. “Why? You’ve been alone for so long, Alfie. You deserve some happiness.”

“I’m plenty happy. Fucking happiest man on Earth.” He grumbled but it merely made his cousin laugh.

“You’re more miserable than I’ve ever seen you. Why don’t you even consider the idea? Settling down?”

Alfie huffed and cursed Elizabeth’s persistence. “’Cause Julia don’t want me anywhere near her. Can’t blame her. Reason I leave women ‘round here alone and they avoid me.”

“Because you’re just an awful, horrid, hellish man with a void in place of his heart?” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

“Well…”

“You’re not.” She interrupted him before he could argue. “What sort of awful man would make sure his family and his community were well off? What sort of man would donate to Julia’s charity? And other charities for that matter?”

He dragged a hand through his beard and glanced out the window that separated his office from the rest of the bakery. “None of that fucking matters, now do it? Say I were to entertain the idea, yeah? Everyone I’ve ever had a disagreement with, anyone looking for revenge, right, sees her as a target. Blind girl who’s barely seven stone soaking wet. Fucking destroy me if anything happened to her ‘cause of me.”

Elizabeth didn’t look swayed in the slightest. “And what am I then, aye?” She challenged. “A politician’s wife, blind as well. But I trust that Richard and his men can keep me safe. As well as Buck.” She smiled and rested a hand on her beloved dog’s head. “And your men too. Do you doubt yourself as someone who can protect? Because you’ve been protecting many people for many years.”

Alfie rolled his eyes like a child. Sometimes he hated how persuasive and articulate she could be. She was far smarter than most of the men who worked for him. “Yeah? Who?”

“Well, me, for starters, you daft man.” She replied firmly.

“Fucking great job I did, didn’t I? Married to a politician.”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head. “I’m sure if you didn’t trust him, he would’ve disappeared before the wedding.”

That was true but Alfie kept quiet. Those plans would still be in motion if Richard were ever to harm or abuse his cousin. “So what?”

“So, I’m saying is if there’s a woman out there you fancy, then who’s to say you can’t protect her?”

“Her aunt.” He argued and stood up. “I’ve got a meeting soon, Liz, I can’t talk much longer.”

“Alright then.” His cousin ceded and picked up her cane. She thanked Alfie as he handed over her hat and helped her into her coat. “By the way, is Caroline employed?” She wondered.

“No, think she does some work for the charity.” He shrugged. “Julia’s afraid something would happen to her.” He told Cyril to stay in the office as he opened the door. His cousin rested her hand on his arm while they walked back into the main hallway.

“She could liaison for Richard and the charity. He’s looking to donate money to hopefully allow Julia to expand further out into London.”

“Well, Julia can help with that.” They stopped at the front doors.

“I’m sure she could but it would be nice to have someone who’s a bit more like me to help.” Elizabeth adjusted the fur-lined cuffs of her coat and untucked her hair from beneath her collar. “Perhaps you can ask if she’d be interested.”

Alfie was perplexed at her proposition. “Or you could, ain’t that far. Sure you’ve got Julia’s number.”

“I’m a very busy woman, Alfie. You’re closer than I am and I’m sure you’d enjoy the walk over.” She smiled playfully.

He groaned and opened the doors for her. “Go on, scram. Had enough of your scheming.”

She laughed as she headed towards the expensive car waiting for her on Bonnie Street. “See you later, cousin.”

“And stop fucking going ‘round wearing your diamonds!” He called after her. “Someone’s gonna mug you!”

The driver of the car helped Elizabeth into the car, greeting her by her married name. Buck jumped into the backseat with her, curling up on the leather seat beside her and resting his head in her lap.

She grinned and stuck her head out the window. “I’d like to see them try, Alfie.”

Masterlist

#alfie solomons #alfie solomonsxoc #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons imagine #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinder fanfic #fanfiction #Imagine #blind character #ofc #oc #tom hardy

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wildshadowtamer · 5 years ago

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Not What They Seen Theory (PnF) (Part 1: Hair)

I’m in @shima-draws‘ Phineas and Ferb discord server, right? And someone asked if Ferb’s hair was natural, a common question in this fandom, so i answered with my opinion and they asked ‘but is he human?’ and, well, that got me curious.

I started remembering bits and pieces of episodes that just...didn’t add up, if the cast truly were human.

Think about it, how many times have we seen the boys defy all laws of physics, gravity and logic before? Countless, almost *every single episode*, and I’ll show you why.

1: Hair

Now, the most common example of the boys hair is usually Ferb’s bright green. But i want to focus on Phineas’ red hair. So, we’ve seen redheads in the show before- Candace, Linda, Carl and others.

But, there’s one issue with this: Their hair is orange Phineas’ is blood red

Why would that be, design? profit? miscolouring? no, no, no. It’s inherited. Inherited from the same people who found a hidden temple and awakened the ancient guardian of Juatchadoon.

That’s right: Ohio Flynn and his trusted companion, Rhode. Island. Fletcher.

His hair obviously means something, as it’s been passed down for generations, ever since 27,000 BC with his Countless times-Great-Grandfather, Phinabunk.

Look at that, exact same eyes, exact same skin and exact. same. hair. It’s clearly genetic, especially considering we don’t know what Clyde Flynn’s, Phineas’ grandfather, hair color was before it greyed.

I bet you it was red, or atleast a reddish-brown, like his daughter, Tiana Webber.

What does she have? A very similar colour to Phineas and their ancestor's hair.

If you put them side by side, Tiana’s is only darker and oranger by a small amount.

What i’m saying is Phineas isn’t a regular redhead, and his ancestry line proves it. Decades of blood red, then to suddenly have bright orange in the only blood-related girls shown in the family, then back to blood red with the youngest son? Coincidence? I think not.

And if you think it stops at Phineas, your wrong. Ferb has the near exact same thing, lacking the similar-haired aunt.

His hair is famously bright green, a topic that was never explained in the show, like his brother. His prehistoric ancestor, concidentally the step-brother to Phinabunk, was Gerb:

A near-identical to him, wouldn’t you say?

Now, i’ve droned on long enough, so I'll keep this simple:

Both boys have at least 5 ancestors that are almost identical to them. From Ferb’s quietness to Phineas’ happy spirit, everything about them is the near-exact same.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where we leave off. Stay tuned for more proof Phineas and Ferb may not be what they seem.

#long post #theory #im just doing this for fun #phineas and ferb #PnF #Ferb Fletcher #Phineas Flynn #Part 1 #Rhode Island Fletcher #Ohio Flynn #Gerb #Phinabunk #dont repost #my theory #but hey thats just a theory #a film theory!#aaaaand cut #not sponsored

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summahsunlight · 5 years ago

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We Belong to the Stars, CH.3

Word Count: 2049

Pairing: Poe/OFC

Characters: Poe, Evelyn (OC), Kaleb (OC), Leia, Iolo, Karé, Snap, Jessika, L’ulo, BB-8, C3PO, Kylo Ren, Luke (mentioned).

A Resistance spy has sent vital information about the First Order’s super weapon before his untimely death at the hands of Kylo Ren. Now, it’s a race against time to obtain the information before the First Order destroys it. Leia sends members of the Resistance’s top squadron in the hopes that they can track the information down before its too late.

A/N: Here is the next chapter :) Links are provided below so you can catch up!

Chapter One/Chapter Two/AO3

D'Qar, Resistance Base

L'ulo L'ampar was taken back in time, over thirty years to be precise, as he took in the young woman before him. If it wasn't for the blue and silver bb-unit following her, L'ulo would swear that he was watching his old squad mate, Sela Swift and not Sela's only daughter.

Evelyn was almost a spitting image of her late mother, with the exception of her eyes—she had inherited the Skywalker blue. She moved with more grace than her mother, something that L'ulo attributed to her connection to the Force. While it was no secret that Evelyn had closed herself off from the Force shortly after the destruction of the Jedi Temple, L'ulo knew that she couldn't just forget all her training and that her connection laid just beneath the surface. It was hard to believe that this young woman had once been the little girl that would grin at him when he stopped on Yavin for a visit just before launching herself at him for a hug, would call him Uncle L'ulo, would sit on his knee while he told her stories of the Rebellion, hanging on his every word. Now that child is fighting her own war, L'ulo thought, sadly. What would Sela say?

It was times like this, when there was a quiet moment on the Resistance base, that L'ulo was glad Sela was not alive to see what was happening in the galaxy. She had defected from the Empire at sixteen to fight their tyranny. It would break her heart to know that her children were now following the same path.

"Captain L'ampar," a voice called out to him. L'ulo turned to see Major Brance, shielding his eyes against the harsh sun on the flight pad. "General Organa wishes to speak to you."

"Be there in a moment, Major," L'ulo promised. Heaving a sigh he noticed that he'd caught the attention of Evelyn's little droid. "Lieutenant?"

Evelyn looked up from her work on her fighter, pushing a few stray, sweaty pieces of hair from her eyes. "Sir?"

L'ulo gestured for her to come join him. "The General wishes to speak with us."

Jumping down from the wing of her ship, Evelyn quickly fell in step besides him. Her droid rolled behind, following dutifully. "What do you think she wants to talk to us about?" the young woman asked, slipping the top half of her orange fatigues back on.

"She just came back from the Echo of Hope," L'ulo replied. "Maybe she has a reconnaissance mission for us."

"Snap left on one this morning," Evelyn reported. "Do you think she's finally found a replacement for wing commander?"

"Possibility."

"It's been months since we've had one and more recruits have been pouring in."

They entered the base and began descended the steps inside. It was a flurry of activity, like usual. L'ulo and Evelyn shouldered their way through the room, heading straight for the command center. Both pilots could see Leia, dressed in a simple top and vest, hair pulled back in a braid, standing at the console. She glanced up as they approached and her eyes fell on her niece for a moment, a mixture of hope and pain crossed her expression. Uh-oh, maybe I shouldn't have brought Evie, L'ulo thought, anxiously.

Leia straightened her petite form and offered them a smile. "I'm glad you're both here. There are some changes you both need to be made aware of."

Evelyn glanced at L'ulo for a moment as her aunt handed him a data pad. L'ulo looked the information over. Well, I'll be damned. "Did you literally smack the sense into him, Princess?"

"No, I saved him from an impending court martial for disobeying direct orders not to engage the First Order."

"Huh, not surprising; he was always a bit of a rebellious teenager."

"Does this bother you?" Leia asked the former Rebellion pilot, eyes darting towards the confused look on Evelyn's face.

"If you're asking me if I can serve under him, of course I can," L'ulo replied handing the data pad back to her. "His mother was a great pilot and a dear friend." Turning slightly towards Evelyn, he added, "But I'm not the one you really should be asking that question to, your highness."

Leia nodded in agreement. She reached for Evelyn's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Before I start, I wanted to talk to you before I went to Mirrin Prime, there just wasn't time; everything happened so quickly." The data pad that L'ulo had just been holding passed into her niece's hand and the General watched, carefully, for Evelyn's reaction as she read the orders on it. For a moment, there was no reaction, since it started off as a simple reassignment, however, as she read further, Leia could see Evelyn's jaw clench. "Evie, sweetheart, talk to me..."

Evelyn clearly was fighting tears, they glistened in her eyes as she pushed the data pad back at her aunt. "You finally convinced Poe to join us, by making him wing commander? Did he... has he asked about me?"

L'ulo took a deep breath. It was no surprise that Leia had asked Poe to be wing commander, the boy had possessed natural charisma since birth, and no one could dispute his flying skills. It also was no surprise that Evelyn was curious if Poe asked about her. He'd heard about the fall out of their brief romantic relationship—if one could call it that—he'd seen the aftermath himself when he joined Leia in a confused, heartbroken young woman. A heartbroken young woman, who would immediately ask everyday if Poe had sent her a message for a whole year after the formation of the Resistance.

"On Mirrin Prime, you were the first thing he asked me about," Leia answered her, honestly. "He wanted to know if you were okay."

"What did you tell him?" Evelyn asked, her eyes casting downward.

"Nothing but the truth, sweetheart," the General answered. "I could have punched him like your brother."

Evelyn's eyes snapped up to her aunt and they reflected some horror. "Kaleb did that?"

Leia reached out and pat her cheek. "He's just protecting his little sister. No one wants to see you get hurt again."

L'ulo saw a few tears spill over thick lashes and down her cheeks. She wiped furiously at them before turning on her heel and announcing that she had some more work to do on her fighter. Her little droid, took off after her, leaving L'ulo standing there alone with Leia. He sighed. "I'm glad someone smacked him about how he treated her."

"He definitely regrets it," Leia said, sadly, "and joining the Resistance is not his way of seeking forgiveness, although it could go a long way in that sense."

"Poe just wants to do what is right," L'ulo offered. He smiled with Leia looked at him surprised. "You forget that I helped Kes raise that boy after Shara's death. I know him just as well as you do."

"Then you know as well as I do that he still has feelings for her, and that she still has feelings for him, but both are too stubborn to take the first step," Leia drawled. "I can only nudge them in the right direction, but I cannot force them to speak to one another."

“Haven’t you already done that… by making him wing commander? He’s going to have to talk to her sometime.”

“Maybe, I gave them a slight nudge—the rest is up to them.”

"You know, your highness," L'ulo said, before he took his leave, "they remind me of another couple. I believe one was a princess and the other a smuggler."

It never failed, when she thought about him, the kyber crystal pendant he had given her, glowed a warm hue of gold.

She had to fight her tears, as she fled the command center, Evelyn did not need anyone to see her crying. Especially over him. She hadn't been sure why, but in the last few days Poe Dameron had been on her mind more frequently. It all made sense now, that he had joined the Resistance and was going to lead the fighter squadrons for her aunt. They had not had any contact in the last five years; everything she knew about what Poe had been up to since they said goodbye on Hosnian Prime, she knew through intel that their officers reported to her aunt.

Her fingers curled around the pendant, hiding its warm glow from people passing her. He’d given it to her in the hopes that it would soften the blow that he was not following her to help her aunt form the Resistance, that he was honoring his oath to protect the Republic, and that he was effectively ending any romance blossoming between them. Poe knew that by staying behind, keeping his command, he wouldn’t see her, wouldn’t have any contact with her. The Senate could not outrightly approve of what her aunt was doing, and therefore, the military could not either.

If Poe were to contact her, it could mean the end of his career. This didn’t lessen the void in her life. Poe had been her best friend. He had been more than her best friend—or so she thought before he turned his back, quite literally, and walked away from her on the tarmac five years ago.

"Hey!" a voice greeted her when she made it back to the flight pad. "Bunch of us are going swimming after shift is up, want to join? Snap's bringing the moonshine!"

"No thanks, Jess," Evelyn said, wiping her eyes dry. "I'm not in the mood."

Jessika Pava eyed her, suspiciously and then she saw how tightly Evelyn was clutching at the pendant around her neck. She frowned. Rumors had been flying around base all day about their new wing commander and Evelyn, how the pair had been romantically involved in the past. Jess didn't know who had given the pendant that her friend always wore, but she had her suspicions that it come from Poe. "Come on, it might make you feel better to get drunk.”

Evelyn shook her head. "Trust me, Jess, getting drunk isn't going to help matters. I think it's just best if I call it an early evening." Maybe in the morning it won't hurt that much, maybe he'll actually reach out to me for once...

"This have anything to do with Commander Dameron?" Jess asked, blatantly.

"What about Commander Dameron?" Evelyn shot back, noticing that her voice choked on his name.

"How everyone is speculating you had some kind of romantic relationship with him."

"You can tell everyone to stop speculating. It wasn’t much of a relationship, okay? I left for the Resistance, he stayed with the Republic. End of story."

Placing her hands on her hips, Jess glared at her. "Is it?"

Evelyn wanted to argue that it was, but even as she opened her mouth to speak, no words came out. Her hand was still clinging to the kyber pendant. "It has to be," she whispered, even if, in her heart she knew that she didn't want it to be.

Jess tossed her an incredulous look. "Listen, you don't have to tell me, but I'm pretty sure Poe was the one to give you that necklace. No one holds onto a gift like that if they want the story to be over. And let's be honest, your track record with dating... not so great. Maybe... you should give Commander Dameron another chance," she said as she walked away, reminding Evelyn once more that the pilots were gathering down by the lake later.

Letting go of the pendant, Evelyn gazed at it. He had wanted the necklace to be something to remind her of him, to take a piece of him with her wherever she went. Evelyn very rarely took it off; a lot of guys that had pursued her had noticed... Jess was right about one thing... her track record with dating wasn't that great. That's because you're in love with Poe, you have been for years, just admit it. Taking a deep breath, Evelyn proceeded towards her fighter. She had plenty of work to do right now; she could think about Poe later.

#star wars fanfiction #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron #evelyn skywalker (oc)#kaleb skywalker (oc)#leia organa #kare kun #Iolo arana #jess pava #snap wexley #black squadron #we belong to the stars

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azaraspirit · 5 years ago

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Daughter of Thor Ch1

I posted this ages ago but i decided to work on it again and this time i will be posting chapters as part of my friends, @worldoftom‘s word challenge where i pick a word and must use said word with a minimum of 750 words to celebrate her 750 milestone follower count! I do have a couple more chapters for this fic but i dont really like them very much so ill most likely re-write them or do some major editing!

summary: Hannah is a daughter of Thor and makes a new friend

my word for the challenge: dangerous. word count: 2300

tagging some friends/mutuals. sorry if i forgot someone lol: @worldoftom @petersboyfriendsonofthor @foreverstuckwritingandimagining @aossi @keepingupwiththeparkers @starksparker @tomslovey @spidey-starks @softspideyboy @spiderboytotherescue @underoos-tom @heyhihellowhatsup0 @osterfield-holland-andcompany @woyaogaoxing @mcuspidey @aussie-holland @tomhollandspideys @hazmyheart @hazssouthernbelle @blissfulparker

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Thor felt love for his wife Jane and his friends but nothing compared to the little bundle of joy that he held in his arms. When Jane first told him she was pregnant, he was absolutely thrilled and now their daughter was finally here. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She took after Thor with his eyes and curly blonde hair but had her mother’s nose, lips and chin.

Fresh tears trickled down Thor’s cheeks as he admired his new daughter that was wrapped in a blanket.

“So beautiful.” Thor praised. His infant daughter grabbed one of his fingers, making him smile.

“You’re never going to give her back are you?” Jane asked as she saw how in love Thor was with their child.

“Never.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “May I remind you that I did all the work?”

“Okay, you can name her but that’s the best I can do.” Thor teased.

“I always liked the name Hannah.”

Thor smiled down at his daughter. “Hannah, daughter of Thor. I like the sound of that.”

***

“What do you think you’re doing?” Thor chuckled as he watched his little girl attempt to climb onto the throne.

She grunted, pushing herself up but to no avail. “Trying to sit on my throne.” she pouted.

“Your throne?” Thor questioned.

“Well someday it will be.”

Thor laughed, picking up his little toddler in his arms. “Yes, one day, little one. You are destined for greatness and someday you shall be the queen of Asgard. But for now, you’re my little princess.” He gently kissed her cheek.

“Dad! Not in front of Uncle Loki!”

He looked up to see his brother approaching them. “Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything.” He smirked, holding his palms up.

Hannah wiggled out of her father’s arms to run after her uncle. She hugged his legs before he picked her up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “How about we do some training today little one?” Loki asked.

“Okay.” Hannah smirked as she held up one of his daggers.

“You little sneak!”

They both laughed.

Thor stared at them. “You teaching my daughter to pickpocket?!”

Loki shrugged, trying to look innocent. “Figured I should teach her what I know.”

“She’s only five! Too young for daggers!”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Told you he’d get mad when he found out.”

“Well you’re the one who picked in front of him.”

“You taught me.”

“Touche.”

“I don’t like my daughter playing with weapons. It’s dangerous.” Thor said sternly.

“Brother, hear me out….”

“Okay, I’m waiting.” Thor crossed his arms.

Loki cleared his throat but no words came out. Thor raised a brow.

“Never thought you’d let me get this far.” Loki admitted.

“Dad, he’s teaching me to defend myself.” Hannah spoke.

“Yes, what she said.” Loki agreed, nodding.

“Hannah darling, you’re only five.” Thor defended. “What do you need to defend yourself from?”

She rolled her eyes again. “I’m a highly sophisticated five year old.”

“She’s not wrong.” Loki shrugged.

Thor sighed, seeing he was outnumbered. Looks like his daughter inherited her mother’s stubbornness. “Tell me you’re being careful.”

She nodded. “Haven’t even scratched myself yet, Father.”

“You should see her in action. She’s a feisty one!” Loki smiled at her proudly.

Thor sighed again. “I’d rather not.”

“So can we train Uncle Loki? Please?” Hannah batted her eyes and there was no way Loki could say no.

“Course. That is if your father is okay with it.”

They both looked up at Thor. “Pout your lips, he can’t resist when I do it.” she whispered to him.

Loki pouted his lower lip making Thor chuckle. “Alright. Just be careful. I mean it.”

“Thanks Daddy! I promise!”

***

That evening Hannah was in her bedroom with her mother Jane who was braiding her hair as she told of her adventures with Uncle Loki.

“Knives huh?” Jane asked.

She nodded. “You should have seen me, Mom! Uncle Loki said I was really good for my age!”

“Uncle Loki.” Jane sighed, still not his biggest fan. “I don’t like the idea of you playing with sharp objects honey.”

“Daddy said the same thing but he let me.”

Jane sighed again, padding her shoulders. “All done, sweetie.” They looked in her mirror, Hannah admiring her new French braid. “I love it, Mommy! Thank you!” She stood up to hug her and kiss her cheek, making Jane laugh.

“You’re welcome, sweetie.”

“You’re not gonna let me stop training with Uncle Loki are you?” She pouted. “We have a lot of fun.”

“You’re guilt tripping me aren’t you?” Jane asked.

“Maybe.” Hannah looked away innocently.

“Well I guess you should know how to protect yourself.” she said.

“Thank you, Mommy.” Hannah kissed her cheek again.

“This is my dagger.” She grabbed her weapon from her dresser and showed it to her. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Also dangerous.” said Jane, holding it in her hand. It was rather stunning. A black hilt decorated with green jewels. Swirls were carved in the blade.

“Uncle Loki gave it to me.” Hannah smiled proudly.

“The things he teaches you.” she sighed.

“You teach me things too, Mommy.”

“Like what?” she smiled.

“Well I know how to be nice and kind to everyone and you just taught me how to French Braid. Uncle Loki is teaching me self defense. Father teaches me about strength, loyal and honor.”

Jane smiled down at her, proud of what the woman her daughter was growing into. “We just want you to be safe is all.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know, Mommy. Like I told, Daddy, haven’t even scratched myself yet.”

Jane stroked her cheek fondly and kissed her temple. “It’s getting late, honey, let’s go to bed.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

***

Jane walked in the empty corridor, her daughter now asleep for the night. She had a few words to say to her Uncle Loki.

She knocked on his door and he answered. “Fancy seeing you here, Lady Jane.”

Jane rolled her eyes at the nickname. “I want to talk.”

Loki stepped aside to let her in. “I know we’re family now but that doesn’t mean I have forgotten about what you did in New York.”

This time Loki rolled his eyes. “Heaven's sake that was a lifetime ago.”

“Still, it happened.”

Loki didn’t respond.

“But I’m gonna put up with you because I see how much my daughter loves you. She admires you and she spent twenty minutes excitingly telling me about your training.” Her voice was laced with venom at the last word. “I don’t think it’s exactly appropriate giving five year olds sharp objects.”

Loki forced a dry laugh. “Thor said that to me as well and I understand but I also think you two underestimate her. She is more capable than you know. I am training her so she can be great.”

Jane sighed. “She can be great doing other things than fighting.”

“I’m not teaching her to fight. I’m teaching her self defense. There is a difference.”

Jane narrowed her eyes at him. “Whatever you call it, I want her to be safe. Train her better, train her harder. Train her to where she can defeat even you.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two adults. “I will, I promise.” Loki swore. “I care about her more than you know as if she were my own. I would never do anything to put her in harm's way. I would never make her do anything I wouldn’t think she was capable of.”

Jane stared at him, surprised by how genuine he sounded. He was telling the truth. “Just keep her safe.”

“Yes, Lady Jane. You have my word.”

Jane smirked. “Enough with this Lady Jane crap. It’s weird.”

Loki bowed making her roll her eyes. “I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

****

Thor never liked the idea of his daughter playing with weapons but he found himself watching from nearby as she and Loki train in the throne room. He cheered when she sent Loki to the floor, a knife at his neck. He had to admit she was rather good.

Loki chuckled. “Better. Much better.”

Hannah smirked. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have actually stabbed you.”

“Thanks.”

She offered her hand and he took it but he pulled her into a headlock, forcing her to her knee with his foot.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to let your guard down?”

She grunted. “Damn it.”

He let go and flipped his dagger. “Letting your guard down can have deadly consequences. Never forget that.” He let her go and she cursed to herself. “Think that’s enough training for today.” It’s been years since his encounter with Jane but he has never forgotten the promise he made to her to making Hannah better than him in training.

Hannah scolded herself as she left the throne room, catching her dad in the hall. “Hey, Dad. What are you doing in here?”

Thor was caught off guard. “What? Oh, I was just uh, inspecting these columns.” He patted the one next to him. “Yup. Still sturdy.”

Hannah saw right through his lie. “You were watching me and Uncle Loki weren’t you?”

“No.” he scoffed, avoiding eye contact, crossing his arms.

“You’re so full of it.” she smirked as she and him went down the hall.

“You are pretty good, by the way.” Thor spoke, his arm around her.

“Thanks, Dad.”

She was twelve now and has become a rather excellent fighter but Uncle Loki still wasn’t entirely please. He was hard on her. All she wanted to do was please him but nothing seemed good enough.

She and her father stood out on the balcony, overlooking Asgard in all its glory. It was beautiful and she never got tired of it.

“Dad?”

“Yes, love?”

“When can I visit Earth? Mom is from there and you told me of all your adventures you had. Seems only fair I can come too.”

Thor sighed. “I thought about it. But I was going to wait till your older. Earth is...strange...dangerous. Here in Asgard, you’re safe.”

“But being safe all the time is boring.” Hannah complained. “I know how to defend myself. You saw. Please, Dad I really want to go.”

“Okay, let’s make a deal.” Thor said, Hannah hanging on his every word. “You can come along with me when you can defeat Loki in training.”

She scoffed. “That's not fair.”

“Never said it had to be fair. Or you can wait till you’re sixteen. Whichever comes first.”

Hannah groaned. “Fifteen?”

“Fine.” Like she would ever beat her Uncle.

Her father rested a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, love.”

He gently kissed her on her head before leaving.

Hannah sighed. She stood there for what felt like hours, watching the sky change. She rested her forearms on the balcony, looking down and something caught her eye. She noticed a young boy, her age maybe a little older. Three other bigger boys were surrounding him. He looked uncomfortable, almost intimidated like he was prey and the boys were a pack of wolves coming in for the kill.

Hannah almost ignored them but then she saw them shove the cornered boy to the ground. Anger boiled inside of her. If there was one thing she hated, it was bullies.

“What are you gonna do about it, blind boy?” the middle boy mocked. “Gonna go cry to your parents? Oh right. They’re dead.”

“Don’t you know? Blind boys can’t cry.”

“Good one.” The boys bumped fists.

The cornered boy felt utterly helpless as he was backed against the wall. One of them raised their fists but before he could punch him, Hannah suddenly dropped down between them, grabbing hold of his fist.

“Whoa, what the fuck? Where did you come from?” They jumped back, startled.

“Asgard.” Hannah answered, flatly.

“Move out the way, this isn’t your business.”

“Dude, that’s Thor’s daughter.” one of the bullies realized.

“So? I’m not afraid of her.”

Hannah looked back at the boy behind her. “You okay?” she whispered.

He nodded.

The lead bully took advantage and swung at her but she grabbed his arm, surprising him. “Bitch, please.” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. She twisted his arm behind his back and stepped behind his knee, forcing him to the ground. He cried out in pain.

“Hurt this boy again and I’ll break your wrists? Got it?”

They nodded and she let go, shoving him with her foot. They scrambled away like cowards with tails under their legs. She had to admit it felt good finally using some of the techniques her uncle has taught her.

She turned to face him. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you. What’s your name? I’m Hannah.”

“Zander.”

“Hey, Zander. Why were they teasing you?”

“I’m blind.”

“Oh.”

“Thanks for saving me. You didn’t have to.”

“I know.” She smiled. He smiled back, sensing he was no longer in any danger. The boy looked so helpless. She had to do something. He had messy black hair and freckles dusted across his cheeks and nose. His lashes were a mile long. His eyes were a milky white but they almost glowed. He was rather skinny and wore ragged clothes.

“I was just about to go home and have dinner. Care to join?” She paused. “Maybe after a bath?”

“W-why are you being nice to me?” His voice was frail and it broke her heart.

“Because being mean doesn’t help anybody. C’mon.” She offered him her hand again and he hesitated. She was the only person he knew that showed him any kindness. Her hand felt soft and smooth as his fingers curled around her own. That moment he swore his loyalty to her. She saved his life and one day he swore to save hers.

#all-about-tom #my fics #daughter of thor fic #b750challenge

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thatfairyfangirl · 5 years ago

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True Colors Chapter 31

“Oh Bucky, come here a moment would you?” Nana beckoned from the kitchen. You and Bucky had been training in the backyard. You traded each other confused glances as you can with paused to take a drink of water heading back to the house.

“What can I do for you Nana?” He asked toweling himself off.

“If you are going to be part of this family there a a few things you'll be needing to know.” she explained. Looking around the kitchen You realized she had lain out all the things for her homemade Apple pie. “Like the family Apple pie. Someone in the family will need to pass it on when I'm gone.”

“Nana you taught me how to make that when I was ten.” You chuckled as you got yourself a glass of water.

“Doll...be realistic.” Bucky joked as he wrapped his arms around you from behind kissing your cheek. “You're a terrible cook.”

“Oh don't even get me started… I don't think in all my life I ever saw anyone burn an empty pan before (y/n) came along.” You dropped your head shaking it in shame at the memory as the two laughed.

“Doll how did you manage that?”

“I- I don't even know.” You chuckled as you picked up a knife to cut the apples only to be shooed away from the food by Nana.

“Oh don't feel too badly. Your talents lie elsewhere.” She reassured you as she patted your cheek. This was all too surreal for you, you honestly couldn't recall the last time either your mom or nana being this supportive of you. You found yourself looking for the insults hidden in the conversation, but even then you could still see they were trying.

“THAT is true.” Bucky agreed as he chopped up the apples, having no real desire to learn but seeing that it meant something to her he thought it best to humor her. “Voice of an angel. I assume she gets that from her father?”

“Oh no. Dad was great with instruments and a wonderful teacher but he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.” You chuckled. “Mom was the vocalist.”

“I've got some home movies stashed in the attic if you are interested.” Your mom chimed in as she made her way into the kitchen to grab a soda.”

“Oh mom please no. Those are so embarrassing.” You begged as your phone chimed, telling you that you had yet another message from your label reminding you that you still had a music video to shoot.

“Oh I wasn't talking about the music.” Bucky rose a brow at Nanas comment before glancing back to his beloved with a questioning look on his face. You just shrugged, sure you had no idea what she was talking about, music had been your life ever since you were small. “She hasn't done it in years, but she used to be quite the dancer.”

You there your head back in laughter. “Nana I dance all the time. Its kinda part of my job.”

“Don't you remember mom?” Your mother asked her. “She was in that musical.”

“No not like that. Don't you remember when you used to come dancing with me?” Bucky looked between the family with a smile, happy to see the rupture that had been there for so many years had finally been mended.

“Oh! You mean dance night at the church! Do they still do that?” You asked with a smile, finding it nice to think of the fond memories of your youth.

“I never miss a week.” Nana answered with a proud smile as she slid the our into the oven. “In fact it's tonight.”

“Oh Nana I don't think it would be a good idea tonight.”

“What's dance night?” Bucky asked with a chuckle.

“Every week the church hosts this ballroom dance class slash social.” You explained. “We wouldn't be there to watch you and that would put you at too much risk sorry Nana but please no.”

“Sounds like a blast to me.” Bucky smiled to the old woman. “If she really has her heart set on going I can take get Doll.” He assured you as he rested his biopic hand over your hip pulling you into his side. “What do you say Nana? Would you be my date?”

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You weren't sure who you felt worse for, your mom and nana or the school of mutants you left them with to meet up with the team. But it had to be done. You and Bucky were called in to Germany and the school was the safest place you knew.

As you moved through the base like a rainbow whirlwind, ambushing the base in hopes to catch Schmidt before he had a chance to get a way you came across the one man you never dreamed of. He stood there frozen as he looked on you. The man you long ago thought dead. “Daddy?” You whispered before someone ordered him to shoot. You shook your head lightly. No. No way your own father would shoot his baby girl… “Daddy what's-”

BANG

Your world went dark as your suit stained red with your blood. “SPECTRUM!” Bucky shouted with wide eyes as he rushed to your side, looking up to see the man who shot you running in the other direction. His eyes narrowed, face hardening as he looked down the barrel of his gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet caught him in the side sending him to the ground as Bucky stood, storming to the agent, kicking him over so that he could face his death. Flashes of family photos in your living room flew in his mind as he saw who you inherited your eyes from.

“Buck.” You choked on the words as your side gushed blood. He curses lightly under his breath as he slammed the barrel into your father's temple to knock him out before lifting the both of you to rush you to the quinjet.

“Umm Frosty...that man's skull is not red.” Tony informed him as he rushed past him to get you to the med bay as fast as possible.

“Yeah I see that.” He replied as he dropped your long lost father. “Look familiar?” He asked as he broke into the med kits.

“Holy Sh-” Tony bit back the swear as everyone regrouped. “What happened to him?”

“He shot (Y/n).” Bucky answered as he tore open your uniform, to pack gauze on the bullet hole in your side. Just from where it was he could tell it missed anything important. So long as he could stop the bleeding soon it will be little more than a scar. But how that scar got there, he was sure that would haunt you.

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You sat up in your bed, pastel rainbow hair spilling in your eyes as, your shirt pulled up as your fingers traced lightly over the scar the bullet had left, knowing it will forever be there as a reminder to who your father really was. You drew in a sigh letting the firey pain shot up your side as you lowered your feet to the cold tile floor. Only hair fell in your eyes as your mind raced with the same question over and over. But how? You remembered burying him. You watched them lower his casket in the grave. But in a way it didn't matter how. He was here. He was in the basement. Next to Mike. “Time for a family reunion.” You muttered to yourself as you willed your body to stand. Every step was pain, burning in your side and agony in your soul.

“Doll?” Bucky rushed to your side like your knight in shining armor. “You should be in bed.” He said as he wrapped a supportive arm around you.

“This is more important.” You stated stubbornly as you took his arm to support yourself. “Help me downstairs.” You added with a groan as you felt the wound shoot jabs of pain through you.

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“I think you owe me an explanation.” You demanded as you looked down to your father sitting on the floor of his cell.

“Yeah Dad...what the hell?” Mike asked as he leaned against the bars to his own cell, power dampening collar blinking dully under his straight jacket. Normally you would be against such mutant treatment. But in his case you knew it was necessary. “Go on Dad. Tell her.”

“You shut up.” Bucky snapped pulling a gun out to point in Mike's direction. “Or I'll kill you myself.”

Your father's eyes closed in shame as he turned away. He drew in a deep breath as he stood, finding the strength to turn and face you. “I joined HYDRA the summer before I started college. I'm in their recruitment division. Your mother never even knew. But the thing about Hydra once you're in you don't get to leave.” He glanced up to Bucky. “You know that first hand don't you son.”

Bucky's face grew hard as his bionic fist clenched. “Don't call me that. Ever.”

“Is Mike my brother?” You asked, though somewhere deep down you already knew the answer.

He nodded gently. “The worst mistake I ever made. Hydra caught wind of mutants and wanted me to start recruiting them. When I figured out Mike was one I knew I had to get away from you guys. That wasn't the life I wanted for my baby girl.”

“You better shut up old man or Sin's going to get mad.” Mike warned With a demented growl.

“Who's going to tell her? You're never seeing the outside of this cell again. And neither am I.” Your father snapped back before reaching his hand out to you. “God I hope I didn't do any real damage to you back there. Are you alright baby girl? I'm so sorry. For everything.”

“I'll live.” You said flatly as he gripped your hand pulling you to him. “If your truly sorry then tell us who they sent to watch mom.”

“What? No They never bothered with your mother. As far as they are aware your relationship with her is too strained to use her as leverage against you.”

“What do they even want with me?” You asked, tears in your eyes. “I'm just a singer.”

“They gave up on mutant recruitment when they realized a human wouldn't be able to find them. But then you came along. A guiding star for all the mutants of the world. Red Skull wants you to corrupt mutant kind to Hydra.” His eyes welled With tears as he looked up to his daughter, so proud of what you became without him. “I'm so sorry sweetheart. If I could go back I would have done things worlds differently. Never give them what they want. Never stop being the amazing light you are.” He begged before grabbing Bucky's gun and pulling the trigger, splattering your brother on the wall before doing the same to himself, preferring death to what would happen if Hydra ever learned he lived and told. This was the only way he could truly protect you from himself. With a gasp of horror you buried yourself into Bucky as his blood and bits of brain sprayed you.

#marvel #marvel x reader #Avengers #avengers x reader #bucky #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader

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weissfai-blog1 · 6 years ago

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The Princess of the Two Household

N’Yim is all grown up now. And she’s not anymore the little girl that Ae used to sniff kiss and cradle on his arms... the little niece is now a young lady who can kick anyone’s ass - thanks to Ar Ae’s teaching and can smile like an angel - thanks to her Ar Pete’s advice... This is from the eyes of our little N’Yim all grown up :)

The bell rang at the school indicating that its time for them to pack up and go home.

The petite girl with a cute long hair in ponytails, ivory skin, rosy soft cheeks and bright soft brown eyes hurriedly pack her things. There’s a sweet lovely smile on her lips that even her classmates cant help but wander what happiness is inside of her head.

‘Ai Yim! Are we going to the bookstore?’ Rune asked her friend.

Yim smiles at her and told her friend in a cheery voice, ‘Sorry Ai Rune. I’m heading home now! My uncles are there! Sorry gotta go!’

And even before Rune can answer Yim was out of their classroom in a flash.

Yim is excited.

Super excited!

Why?

Its Perth’s birthday, her little brother is turning 7 years old and it would only mean one thing - family gathering!!!

Its been so long since she saw them.

She pedal faster and the elders who knew the petite girl who pedals like a boy shook their head with a sweet smile on their lips.

N’Yim took after her favorite uncle, boyish in some ways. It warms their heart that the girl is full of bright laughter, she's like the sunshine of their village. She’s friendly, sweet, kind, gentle yet sometimes unladylike especially when someone tries to bully her. She’s not from ‘that family’ if one can just easily bully her.

She came from the family of a strong household.

She smiles when she saw a familiar Mercedes-Benz parked outside her grandmother’s restaurant.

She pedals faster her bike and parks the bike hastily, runs inside and shouted, ‘Ar Pete!!!’

Yim runs so fast and hugs the man who opens his arms to her.

‘I miss you!!!’ N’Yim actually jumps to Pete and Pete catches her while hugging her tight.

’N’Yim! You’re going to topple Pete!’ she heard the voice from Pete’s back and saw her other favorite uncle steadying the back of Pete. More like holding Pete’s waist in a possessive and protective manner.

Yim only grins and sniff kiss Pete’s cheek and told in a sweet honey voice, ‘But N’Yim misses her Ar Pete so so so much. Its been years-‘

‘Oi! It's been 3 weeks only!’ Ae cut her off.

‘Fine 3 weeks! I miss you Ar Pete!’

‘You miss him? Huh?! Says the little girl whose always messaging him day and night-‘

Yim gasped dramatically, ‘Not true-‘

Pete chuckles and let the niece and uncle have their little battle. Pete saw Nut and Oh shaking their head.

’N’Yim get down. You’re a big girl now. Pete cant carry you anymore. Act like a proper lady,’ Ae said in a stern voice.

Yim gets down but with a pout and a smirk, ‘Hmp! Ar Ae, you’re just jealous. You just don't want me or anyone touching Ar Pete.’

Before Ae can retort to that Ae’s parents laugh so loud, they turn around and saw that they’re back from the temple with Perth on their hand.

‘Ai Ae! It looks like Yim got you there! Hahaha!’

Ae rolls his eyes and cross his arms to his chest. Pete smiles and whisper something in his ear that made Ae grins and pinch his soft cheeks with affection.

‘Okay. Stop. I don't want to see you guys doing a public display of affection cause I’ll be jealous!’ Yim said and turn her head with a hmp! and went to hug Perth.

‘P’Oh - what happen to my little sweet niece?’

‘She grew up Ae. And when I said she grew up - she took most of your traits and Nut. Think about what I’m going through!’ Oh said which earns him a jab from his wife.

The whole family laughs and N’Yim smiles.

She loves her family.

She loves them so so much, especially her Ar Pete.

Ar Pete - Pitchaya or Ai Koon Chai - the endearment they all know by heart by now is her Ar Ae’s husband or wife as the later calls him when they are doing some silly things. They’ve been married for several years now and both are living happily in an apartment Pete’s mother bought for them as a gift.

Her Ar Ae is so much a prideful man that he keeps on insisting no when she heard Putcharapon’s word to her uncle: ‘Am I not your mother too? I want both of you to settle in your own comfort zone. I hate it that you travel back and forth to two different apartments when both of you can just live in one. And Ae… I want you to always care for Pete. He might vanished again you know.’ Putch added that as a teasing note but Yim knew that Pete's mother won that battle when she saw her Uncle’s shocked face turned determined and frown at the notion of Pete vanishing again.

And when she saw the face of her uncle, she knew that there’s no second question or any hesitation. She remembers all too well the grief of her Ar Ae when Ar Pete was taken away by the giant airplane. Ae will always cry and stay in his room while touching his ring finger and then crying again. There was nothing that can brighten his mood.

But after 3 years of loneliness, she saw once again the bright laughter and glow of her Uncle because Pete came back. Pete came back to her Ar Ae.

Now they are back together, she can see the glow of happiness in her uncle’s eyes. Its like the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

What’s the best was she become the princess of the two household.

Her Ar Pete’s mother Putcharapon hugs her and told her, ‘I don't have a daughter and Pete now is a grown up man and is being taken care of your Ar Ae - would it be okay if I spoiled you?’

Putcharapon will always brought her gifts and so was Ar Pete’s grandmother. They always - the two family - celebrates special holidays in Ar Pete’s hotel.

But today, as this is Perth’s 7th bday, they will celebrate it within the family first. They dont want to disturb Putcharapon for a small occasion.

And because Pete now is part of the celebration, the simple feast becomes grander for he asked his Par Jiew to cook for them. There’s lots of delicious food, shrimps, bake cookies, short cakes and a cute chocolate fondue. And Putcharapon and Pete grandmother sent out so many small bears that almost filled the room. There was a giant gift wrap in the corner with a note: ‘Happy Birthday dear Perth ~ Loving you always, your great grandma.’

Night time.

‘Happy Birthday to You ~ Happy Birthday to You ~ Happy Birthday Dear Perth… Happy Birthday to You… yey!!!’

‘Perth blow the candles now…’

Perth smiles and blows the candles.

The family claps and each one settles down.

’N’Yim, how’s your school?’ Pete asked her. Pete has always been the gentlest and sweetest uncle ever. Pete will always asked her how was her school, did anyone bully her, did anyone made fun of her, or did she made friends, how was her grades and all and if there’s anything he can help her. Pete is always ready to give his time to her.

Yim smiles and settles to seat beside Pete which made Ae growls. This made Yim giggles, she likes seeing her Ar Ae jealous. Its so funny. She’s her niece but he’s jealous of her getting close to Ar Pete. She remember before that Ae keeps on saying that she cannot hug Pete so much. She didn't know it before, but Ae doesn't like Pete being touched by anyone, and the only one allowed to even kiss or hug Pete is him. Talk about an idiotic possessive boyfriend/husband.

She likes seeing Ae’s expression and Pete’s too so she does stick close to Pete. ‘Ar Pete its fun at school. I have ton of friends but a few close friends…’

’N’Yim is there any guys closing in to you?’ Ae asked leaning on to Pete so that she can see his face, if no one knew her Ar Ae, this face is a man who is mad, angry, threatening her - but to those who knew Ae - there’s only concern, love and gentleness in those eyes and features.

Yim smiles brightly and told him, ‘Nope! No boys are! They are kinda afraid of me or something. I heard that some boys think of me boyish and some says I have uncles not to be messed with,’ Yim grins when she saw Ae blushed and so was Pete and her father Oh.

Nut and her grandma giggles while her grandpa shook his head with a smile.

When Yim enters her 7th grade many have seen the change in her. From when she’s a cute little girl turn into a tall petite beauty of 13 years. Yim inherits her mother’s beautiful flowing light brown hair, cool brown eyes and soft features. But Oh groans when as growing up, Yim inherits most of her Ar Ae’s boyish character and loves of football. Her Ar Ae is Chelsea while she supports Manchester United. Ae loves it when they argued a lot regarding football.

At the first week of her school, Nut told the guys in her family that Yim have several young boys looking at her and whispering that she’s so pretty and that they would like her to be their girlfriend. Many boys argued who will go out with her first. Nut was happily telling it to the boys without knowing the dark ominous aura surrounding the men.

So without talking to one another. One by one the men sets out.

First it was Ae.

Ae was waiting for Yim to finished her class when he heard the boys talking about her outside the school gate. Ae grits his teeth and in a low menacing voice, ‘N’Yim is my niece. If I heard one of you bothering her - you will see this face every second of your life.’

The boys gulped down and turn around. Ae’s face was still the same but with age comes the features that most boys will be scared off. Ae at college already has a fierce harsh features. Though it tone down whenever Pete is with him - without Pete and when Yim is concern, he reverts back to his old glowering look. Eyebrows that is consistently frowning, you think he just killed a lion; dark skin, tall height and what’s scary is the big muscular body.

Second to visit was a beautiful angel.

Some of the boys who wasn't there at the first day and who never met Ae was waiting in the corner of the school gate when Pete heard them talk about how they will surprise Yim and then asking her out and some of the boys plans about a bad guy approach so that the other can save her. Pete then chuckles and the boys turn around. All boys have their jaw drop seeing a very beautiful handsome man with a gentle smile on his face. It was so majestic as if they witness a miracle, even his voice is sweet like honey, but they all shiver when they understand the words the angel was saying, ‘N’Yim is my niece. I love her and will protect her at all cost. If you are planning to accost her, then I have no choice but to call the police and have you all arrested. Would you like me to call them now? My uncle is currently the Phan Tam Ruad Tri ~ Major Superintendent. Do I have to dial his number or you guys will not approach my niece anymore?’

The third day was different. There were a few guys who are waiting for Yim to come. They feel lucky. The competition today was low. They saw on the first day there were lots of boys so they back out. The second day they also back out seeing that they cant compete with them - but lucky them. It seems today Yim will leave early.

They were about to call her when a voice; loud, clear and strong calls out first: ’N’Yim! Your paw is here!’

The boys all turn around slowly to the man who towers them and while waving with a smile, the words that came out of his mouth have them quivering and having a nightmare for a few days, ‘That’s right. I’m her father. Naai Oh. Tell this to all the boys who thinks they can approach my girl - I will have all of you buried in the paddy field and your head sticking out. So scram now while I’m being nice. You don't want her grandfather talking - he is a retired officer with guns still loaded.’

And the rest is history.

No boys dare to approach Yim.

She found that out much much much later. And she laughs out loud. She loves her uncles and Paws so much but 80% they are over protective. But she loves their protectiveness. She always feel safe and so much cherish.

‘Oh! Perth made a friend! ’

‘Really?’ all of them look at the youngest who blushed and growl at her sister.

‘Really sweetheart? You made a friend?’ Nut asked her youngest. It may sound weird to some but Perth is very different to Yim and Ae.

Where both are active and straight forward in their answer and sometimes brash, Perth is the exact opposite.

He is a quiet boy - but this is not because he doesn't care. It’s more like he is observing them. He observes people and he is careful to what to say. Perth at a young age has a deep sense of empathy and he is very sensitive. Perth is easily hurt that’s why he doesn't have any friends. Not physical hurt, but emotionally hurt. Some kids are very harsh and Perth is a very shy kid.

‘Perth?’

Perth blushes and in a small voice, ’Saint… P’Saint.’

‘P?’ Oh asked.

Yim nodded, ‘Yes Paw. It seems Saint came from China and is very new here in Thailand, so instead of enrolling in a higher grade, he's enrolled to a lower grade to learn Thai.’

‘What are they like? Is she beautiful?’

Perth blushes again and nodded, ‘He is beautiful Paw. And he is a boy not a girl. P’Saint is good to me.’

Yim supplied the details to her family, ‘Ai Saint is very beautiful Paw! Like a china doll. I thought Perth was talking to a doll at first but then the doll moves and laughs!’

‘How did the two of you become friends?’ Pete asked with a gentle smile and a gentle hand on the little boys smaller ones. Pete knew how shy Perth can be, he is just like him. It takes time to say the things he wanted to say.

‘He… he saves me…’

‘Huh? Did someone bully you?,’ Ae asked in a angry voice which made Perth flinch with fright.

Pete touches Ae’s arm, ‘Shhh… let’s listen to Perth. I think its not like that…’

Ae nodded.

They waited for Perth to speak up, ‘I… I was walking to the classroom when I slide, there was water and my books got soaked… some… some kids laugh and P’Saint - errr - P’Saint smack their heads with his fist. And shouted at them. They’re about to cry when P’Saint said: ‘Are you going to cry like a baby?’ then he approached me... and he helped me dry my books… and then… I was called in the classroom to recite, but the books are… prints are faded… He moves closer to my chair and lend me his book. And then he started talking to me more and we - we eat lunch together.’

‘Wow! That’s amazing Perth! You must bring your friend here next time so we can thank him properly,’ Nut said and all nodded.

Perth nodded shyly but is happy. He can spend more time with his P’Saint.

‘Ar Pete… will you sleep here tonight?’

Pete gave her a beautiful smile, ‘Would N’Yim like to sleep in our room?’

Ae shook his head to let his niece say no but of course this is N’Yim.

With a beautiful smile, ‘Yes Ar Pete. I have lots and lots to tell you.’

Pete smiles and nodded, ‘Then I will stay here. I have lots and lots to tell you too.’

Ae then bangs his head on the table and grips Pete’s thigh a little tightly - sending a silent signal : “I will punish you… later…”

Pete only smiles while eating his cake.

N’Yim sees all that and smiles.

This is her family.

She’s happy.

She’s blessed.

She loves her family.

She belongs to the Two Great Household of Ae and Pete. She’s the princess who will protect her Ar Ae and Ae Pete from anyone.

She loves their love.

It is beautiful and even at a young age, she knew that their love is one of a kind. They deserve the happiness and deserve to be protected.

This is a work of fiction: Any resemblance to any real people – names, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously (living, dead, or stolen by fairies), or to any real animals, gods, witches, countries, and events (magical or otherwise) is just blind luck, or so I hope. Please be advised/ reminded that ENGLISH is not my natural language but I do try to deliver the story… Please forgive any grammatical error, typo error or any ERROR at all. If you find any error – then feel free to change it in your mind. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of LOVE BY CHANCE. All rights belong solely to the author MAME and the Director New Siwaj And neither do I make any money from this story. Any resemblance to any real people (living, dead, or stolen by fairies), or to any real animals, gods, witches, countries, and events (magical or otherwise) is just blind luck, or so I hope. I want to say thanks to @opald - she's awesome! I got Perth & Saint's personality base on her astrology talk :) I LOVE HER :) Please read her works - its amazingly wonderful.

#love by chance #lbc #aepete #hcs

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pearwaldorf · 6 years ago

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A repost of a list I made the last time I did a real deep dive into the Critical Role tag. I have included relevant spoiler warnings but they’re not meant to be comprehensive, so please tread accordingly. Asterisks by new additions.

Percy/Vex

Porny

hold me down, I wanna find out, by sabinelagrande Percy has some plans and not much else, but it’s enough for Vex to go on. It’s Percy/Vex femdom. That should probably be enough for you to figure out if you want to read it or not.

whatever you do (do it for me baby), by mischief7manager Percy finds something that belongs to Vex. After testing, he takes it upon himself to make some improvements. The Percy inventing the strap-on story we all knew was inevitable. This is Impressively Filthy in the best way.

under your moonlit gaze, by seimaisin Vex, Percy, the hot springs, and sex. With a brief interruption from Scanlan. Excellent PWP. Not kidding about the lack of plot. <3

I’ll show you how it’s done, by sabinelagrande Vex is a woman on a mission, and Percy had better hope he can keep up. Lovely bit of bondage and femdom. A++ need more of this.

Not porny

Serving Repentance, by CurrieBelle Set after Episode 40. Vex and Percy discussing their shared interests: trick shots, repressed feelings, poor timing, and ill-advised vengeance. This is a lovely little bit of connection between these two, and I like it a lot.

Inheritance, by CurrieBelle Set after episode 30. Vex asking Percy the question we were all thinking. The Percy voice is just so good in this.

Within the Words, by pagerunner While searching for clues that might help them on a mission, Vex encounters a book in a language she can’t read…and so she turns to the one ally who can. A lovely little moment of connection and discovery.

closer to the sky, by seimaisin Vex is a problem he’ll never be able to solve. A necessary conversation after The Sunken Tomb (episode 44).

The Hands-On Approach, by JettieBettie Vex has never given Percy’s hands much thought before; she is very much like everyone else, distracted by the white hair, apathetic aristocratic gaze, and quick witted intelligence. He certainly seemed the type when they first met, the kind of man with nothing but a callus on his finger from a quill pen. By now she knows better. Lovely bit of character study.

the myth of loneliness, by seimaisin “The wings were a big deal, huh?” “Yes and no,” she says. “I don’t know. Which is a very specific answer, I know.” A lovely little bit of connection in a lonely place.

I want to tell you but I don’t know how, by impossibletruths Such an easy phrase, he knows, small and simple and short, but it sticks in his throat. Besides––actions, they say, speak louder than words. Aww, this is sweet and lovely.

A Civilized Discussion, by curriebelle The one from Trinket’s POV. I love it so much.

Kima/Allura

oh and it aches (and it feels oddly good to hurt), by mischief7manager “They’ve been traveling together for three days now, and if that self-righteous, sanctimonious, supercilious paladin opens her mouth to spout about Bahamut’s glorious purpose one more time, Allura is going to cast Hold Person on her and dump her off a cliff.” Three times Kima saved Allura’s life, and one time Allura returned the favor.

Brighten My Northern Sky, by impossibletruths Cassandra keeps speaking, but Kima pays her no mind because standing at the window, tired and pale and dusty and here, alive, in Whitestone, is Allie. Aww, this is lovely and sweet.

Just promise me we’ll be alright, by impossibletruths In the space of a heartbeat, it all comes crashing down, and she makes her choice. Kima’s voice is so good in this; I love it so much.

we’re not broken, just bent (look, i’m still around), by mischief7manager Kima and Allura rekindle their relationship at Whitestone and find out what has changed, and what hasn’t. This is gorgeous and quiet and vulnerable. I love how Kima snaps and is uneasy, the way Allura blames herself for what happened.

Percy/Pike

Time is not on our side, by thevaliantdust Pike’s divine connection ends, and the waiting begins. Set after episode 59. This is some Quality Angst.

Until you set your old heart free, by impossibletruths In the aftermath of the tomb, Pike makes a discovery, and Percy remembers that not all healing is magic and mended bones. Quiet, lovely, comforting. (ep 44 spoilers)

Keyleth/Vax

i’m yours and that’s it, whatever, by mischief7manager (Keyleth/Vax) “Vax’ildan of Vox Machina asks Keyleth of the Air Ashari to marry him on a warm day in early spring. ‘Wait, what?’ she says.” Cultural misunderstandings surrounding marriage is my jam! Oh god it’s so stinking cute.

love is watching someone die, by nighimpossible (Raven Queen/Vax, Keyleth/Vax) Five dreams Vax'ildan has of the Raven Queen. Creepy and melancholy.

Other pairings/multi

Things in between the fractures and fissures, by impossibletruths (Keyleth/Kashaw) It’s fine, she tells herself. It’s an idle curiosity. It’s checking in on a friend. There is a question she needs to ask, but it is not the one she’s thinking of. Or, two weeks after the Tomb Incident, Keyleth and Kashaw have a chat. There is never enough Keyleth/Kash, and this is so lovely and well-characterized.

The dance, by valiantdust (Vax/Gilmore) Gilmore wakes in Vax’s arms. Yes, it is a Gilmore POV of That Scene. Because I love dying and being dead, I must spread this around. (episode 39 spoilers)

another dream, another love you’ll hold, by zornslemon (Cassandra/Kaylie) “Vox Machina is like that. They come into people’s lives, perform incredible acts of heroism, and then leave again, ignoring the people they leave behind.” Cassandra and Kaylie bond. This is so out of left field, and it works really well.

elements of desire, by notalwaysweak This is a series exploring the formation and negotiation of multiple pairings, from multiple POVs. It’s like a cozy polyamorous blanket.

What Are You?, by Sparxflame (not tagged but basically Percy/Orthax) “What is this?” asks the smoke, quietly. Percy swallows, on his knees, hanging in the endless dark of the void. He knows he’s dreaming, knows none of this is real – but none of that changes the fact he’s alone, and it’s dark, and the smoke is so thick around him that he can barely breathe. “It’s- my gun,” he says. The kinda fucked-up Percy gun kink story I didn’t know I wanted. 👌🏼

serve you well, by endquestionmark (Vax/Briarwoods) So: “Anything you need,” Vax says, and means it with all the fervency of someone with nothing left to barter. Legit the fic I was hoping somebody would write after Vax disappeared into the Briarwoods’ room. (dubcon warning)

Gen

Prowl, by resonant_aura Pike Trickfoot has been a healer for as long as she could remember. But she isn’t only a healer–and it would be beneficial for her enemies to remember that. Who doesn’t love a badass!Pike story? I like that this fills in some of what happens when she’s at the temple.

Simple Creed, by notalwaysweak Helping Pike out in the hospital is more gory than glorious. But Gilmore discovers it’s not without its own rewards. A lovely little character piece, illuminating both Pike and the effect she has on people. (episode 39 spoilers)

Gods and Champions, by earthquakegirl Following Ep. 48, Pike gets fed up with Vax avoiding her and decides it’s time they talk. I like how this digs into both their characters, and people’s perceptions of Pike.

we are not along in the dark with our demons, by TechnicalTragedy “How do you do it, Pike?” “Oh, it’s a constant fight. But us? We’re good at that.” I love how this digs into how much everybody looks up to Pike, and how important it is for the group, but especially Percy.

In Healing Healed, by icarus_unchained Set just at the end of Ep.52. Pike considers Percy, Vox Machina, light and darkness, healing and being healed. Pike’s perspective on what Percy does is absolutely lovely.

And we will stand beside and breathe in their new life, by impossibletruths Percy has lost siblings enough; he had thought himself free of the fear of losing a loved one. He never expected the bright-haired druid girl to crawl into his heart and stir up those long-buried memories. But then, Keyleth rarely does as expected. Or, six times Percy saw his siblings in Keyleth and one time Keyleth called him on it. I am super weak for Percy and Keyleth stories and this is such a good one.

Just the Endless Frozen Pines, by isyotm Keyleth is there long after everyone else is gone. She makes sure Whitestone is too. There may have been ugly crying while reading this.

Intertwined, by sabinelagrande The morning after doesn’t go quite like Percy expected. Technically Percy/Vex, but not really the focus of the story. Cackling.

tame the ghosts in my head, by lakilaes Vex is five when she starts keeping track of how much they spend. Oh this is just fucking heartbreaking.

Night Moves, by sabinelagrande Vax has an unexpected guest, and he would rather not know why. The one where Trinket gets sexiled.

Culpability, by CorvidFeathers After Vex’s brush with death, Percy and Cassandra have a conversation about judgment and guilt, and work out a few of the knots in the tangle of past regrets and mistakes that shadow them both. Why does this not have more kudos? This is complicated and real; probably the best Cassandra and Percy fic I’ve read. (episode 44 spoilers)

Of Edges and Survival, by Kayssna She cries the day she forgets her mother’s favorite perfume, and cries harder when she realizes she doesn’t remember her eldest brother’s face. A lovely little vignette.

It Might Sting a Little, by curriebelle Everyone in Vox Machina must have pierced ears so they can use the magic whisper earrings. Ergo, an ear piercing fic that turned into a Percy character study, because of course it did. It’s really interesting having a look at this Percy, who is so different from the one we see on the stream. Also he gets roughed up a tiny bit in a loving way.

Empires at Peace, by curriebelle Post Episode 38 - Gilmore reflecting on Vax’s decision. Oh god this hurts, and it’s so perfectly in character.

New beginnings, by thevaliantdust Gilmore and Sherri begin rebuilding their business in Whitestone This is so cute.

sugar, we’re goin’ down, by notalwaysweak “I’ve never dueled a dragon before.” How it all went down: the duel, and Emon’s walls too. The one where Gilmore is a badass and a hero, and Sherri is too. There may have been some crying. (The title is a nice touch.) (episode 39 spoilers)

A little help from my friends, by impossibletruths It all seems pretty simple to him. She knows, he doesn’t, she can teach him. Two plus two equals–– well, whatever. Point is, there’s nothing wrong with asking for a little help. Keyleth teaches Grog a thing or two about fighting. Delightful.

Garden-variety training, by charmedward It’s the middle of the afternoon when Grog finds Keyleth crying in the grounds of Greyskull Keep. A lovely bit of interaction between two characters we don’t see talking much together.

the light in me will guide you home, by notalwaysweak While Vox Machina roam Tal'Dorei gathering allies and power, a smaller group holds Whitestone together. A nice look at the bits we don’t see in the main narrative. (Chroma Conclave spoilers)

forget forgotten, by 1001cranes 5 Times Vax Was Not the Raven Queen’s Champion Proper drabbles, each a delightful tiny AU in itself.

* fifteen feet of pure white snow, by cinderfell Critical Role (post Chroma Conclave arc); Cassandra de Rolo When you’ve lived your life in a gilded cage, it’s hard to leave even once the door has been opened.

This is such a fantastic character study focusing on a fear that Cass would plausibly have, and it’s treated with such empathy and compassion.

frost in the brambles, by vype There is a universe where Percival de Rolo was struck down by arrows instead. The one where Cass is the one Vox Machina finds. I love this so much.

Exandria NM, by sabinelagrande The series where Vox Machina works for the National Parks Service. Don’t laugh, it’s fucking great because it is so wonderfully specific and obviously written with insider knowledge. Tell Sabine how much you love it so she’ll write more.

Modern Keyleth/Kash coffeeshop AU omg it’s so stinkin’ cute.

* The Hero’s Petition, by NevillesGran Far in the northern reaches of Tal'Dorei, the city of Whitestone lies half-buried under snow and dark trees. They say monsters live there, now, ruled by worse. They say strangers are hunted and killed. They say to enter is death, particularly to enter the castle.They say sometimes, if you're very brave or very lucky, or merely very desperate, it may be worth the risk.

The dark Keyleth & Percy AU I didn’t know I wanted. Sequel here.

#critficrec

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FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME (A Sasusaku One-Shot Fanfiction) x Finally Home Part III

Note: This is the third and final part of my interrelated stand-alone fics. Finally!! Thank you to all who read them and left comments and likes! You can consider this as a peace offering to all who got angsty with Perpetual Winter (which I’m still deciding whether to leave it as is or write a sequel for more angst or make it a 3-part stand-alone like this. please help!!!!) this is fluffy with slight lemon coz I love Sasusaku so much and it’s such a nice combo! As always, like and comment please. Thank you for reading and enjoy! Xoxo

PS. You can read the first two parts and the special chapter before you read this in the order below. 7 Seconds is set as Sasuke’s dream at the beginning of this. Thanks again!!

MTW | NAN | 7S

Excerpt: And even when their ashes scatter in the wind 50 years from now, he knows he will love her in the next life. It will always be Haruno Sakura for Uchiha Sasuke. And in return, he will always be hers.

Sasusaku Pairing (6,969 words)

A Poor Attempt at Writing Fics

SasuSaku Edition III

Feels Like the First Time

Sasuke immediately opened his eyes once he felt a chakra inside their house. He was having a dream about his first kiss with Sakura. He's gonna kill Naruto for interrupting him.

But I wonder why I dreamt of that memory.

He decided to take a nap after Sakura went to work. He felt so tired after their almost-chakra-exhausting shennanigans inside the shower. He can spend the whole day fighting and kicking ass without ever tripping, but having mind-blowing shower sex with his wife can really make him go weak. He can't believe he missed out all these when he went for his long ass mission.

Sasuke remembered how Sakura immediately went out of the shower and frantically dressed while combing her hair at the same time. When he emerged and leaned on the doorframe of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on his waist, Sakura, still with only her unbuttoned jeans and her red cotton bra on, stopped everything she's doing as she looked at him. Sasuke remembered how pink her cheeks were and how her green eyes glowed as she looked at him in awe. He remembered how satisfying it felt.

She just walked the few distance from them and, to his surprise, grabbed his face down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Soon, her tongue was already in his mouth and tracing his teeth. Sasuke was so surprised at first but kissed her back the moment she parted her lips. But before he could even wrap his lone arm around her, she let go and told him she'll be late on her shift.

Sakura detached herself away from him and picked up her sleeveless shirt on the floor. As she was buttoning it up, Sasuke moved forward and buttoned her jeans for her. He remembered how she laughed at herself for forgetting and how he frowned. She claimed it was his fault for being such a huge distraction.

She kissed him one last time and murmured 'I love you so much' against his mouth. Sakura grabbed a black cardigan on the chair in front of her study table, blew him a kiss, and was gone. It all happened in the span of 2 minutes.

And then he slept. And he dreamt. And now, he was awaken by his idiot brother. He wonders now if he will use chidori to execute him. Or maybe a kitchen knife will do. He can try. Besides, it's Naruto. Knowing him, he might even entertain the idea.

But then, Sakura will beat them both when she learns how they tried to kill each other inside their house. The thought is amusing to Sasuke that he even smothered a chuckle that threatened to come out of him.

He went out to the living room where he found Naruto. Or more like his clone. Sasuke never really liked talking to his clone, it feels uncomfortable and off.

"What do you want?," Sasuke bluntly asked as he entered the living room. The Naruto clone turned around to face him and gave him a big smile.

"Teme! Let's have lunch together with Kakashi! He just came back from his vacation," the blond clone said.

Sasuke sighed and rubbed his temple, "Is that it?"

Naruto clone pouted and it made Sasuke's face crumple in disgust, "Why? Don't you want to see me? Come on! You just got back. You must have missed me!"

Sasuke just walked towards the sofa and slumped there sleepily, "You interrupted my nap."

"Why do you have to nap? You have always been an early riser. That was never a problem for you before," Naruto answered as he threw himself beside him on the couch.

"I trained with Sarada this morning," Sasuke simply said. He didn't mention the shower which is the main reason of his exhaustion.

Naruto nodded in approval, "She's getting better and better everyday, teme. She might be even better than you one day."

Sasuke just simply nodded his head as his eyes were closed. He also thought of this when they were training. With her inherited Sharingan from him and chakra control and strength from her mother, Sarada would definitely be a powerful kunoichi one day.

Naruto continued, "Thank god you only have Sarada. I can only imagine if there's another Uchiha running around and training in the academy right now."

That made Sasuke stop thinking. He opened his eyes and look at Naruto's clone. It's so weird talking to him about things like this, but what can he do?

The clone saw his expression and smirked, "What? Don't tell me there's another one coming up?"

The black haired man continued to look at him. Eventually, he shook his head no. "Of course not. I just got back."

The Hokage laughed and asked him, "Do you want to have more kids?"

Sasuke considered the question. One of his goals was to repopulate and revive the Uchiha clan. It was fulfilled when Sarada came to this world. He have a daughter full of life, hope and love from them all. And it was enough for Sasuke.

But has he ever considered Sakura's thoughts about this? He assumed that Sarada was enough for them. Besides, it was hard to leave them both for his mission. It would have been harder for Sakura to raise not just one child.

But now he's back for good. He can finally stay with Sakura throughout the hardships of her pregnancy and taking care of their future children.

Future children, he thought with gentleness and fascination. I wonder how would they look like.

Thoughts of a boy with his hair and a girl with his wife's was beginning to form in Sasuke's mind.

A little me? Or a little Sakura?

Now the thought becomes more appealing to him. All that's left with is Sakura's approval. Whatever Sakura decides, he will respect it. They need to talk later. But first, this blond idiot clone of his blond idiot best friend.

Sasuke looked at him and saw him simply smile. Just like Sakura, he can easily read him like an open book. It's annoying to Sasuke, really. It makes him look predictable, but only to people close to him.

But Sasuke just frowned at him, "Stop smiling, dobe."

As if a light came to his head, the Hokage clone brightened up. He snapped his fingers, "I have a great idea! I will help you, teme! Just wait and see!"

Sasuke can only look at him blankly. He hopes Naruto becomes busy with his work to remember this promise. He's dreading what the blond idiot will do.

In the end, Sasuke ended up agreeing with Naruto's clone to have lunch with him and Kakashi but not before throwing a shuriken at it when he stood up to go back to the bedroom. The clone went off with a poof even before it yelled at him. He heard the yelled curses at him when he met the real Naruto at lunch in his favorite ramen place with Kakashi.

The three met up there and ate lunch together filled with the Hokage's obnoxious loud voice and Kakashi's ever-present amused eye. Sasuke? Of course with his usual self.

They talked about Kakashi's vacation which almost took a few months and that he seem to have enjoyed. Naruto even teased him that Kakashi may have even met a woman. Kakashi just snorted and smoothly changed the subject. There are things you really can't change.

Sasuke shared some improvement on Sarada and he thanked his former mentor for guiding his daughter with her Sharingan when he was away. Kakashi simply shrugged and Naruto pouted at Sasuke and also demanded a word of gratitude. The blond exclaimed that he also helps Sarada by giving her and her team challenging missions for them to develop their own skills and camaraderie. By hearing this, Sasuke saw Kakashi almost gleam with pride and endearment. Team 7 really did absorb the most important thing Kakashi taught them.

Naruto almost choked with how he remembered his clone and Sasuke's conversation earlier in the morning and told Sasuke that he already took care of it. Sasuke frowned at him.

"You'll know when you see and talk to Sakura and Sarada," Naruto simply answered. Then added, "I expect results, teme! It's about damn time!"

Kakashi looked at him in amusement and asked him, "Do I even wanna know?"

Sasuke couldn't help but sigh in defeat. He simply looked blankly at the silver-haired man and grunted. Kakashi chuckled.

And now, Sasuke's walking back to their house. It's still too early so he's not expecting Sakura to be back. The cool breeze for the upcoming winter is becoming even more chill. With his black turtleneck and shinobi pants, he still felt the goosebumps all over him. The wind swept his long hair on his face and he irritably pushed it back.

He walked across an antique shop and saw his reflection in the mirror. He was never the vain type, he never much cared about his appearance. But now, he can see how long his hair had become and he kind of feels like he's becoming more of his brother look-a-like. He frowned.

Then an image of his wife suddenly went through his head. He rarely surprises her anymore because his wife knows him really well. Even his attempted surprise when he came home last night failed.

You need to step up your game.

An idea came up to his head. He decided to pick up Sakura later at the hospital when her shift ends. But that's not the only thing he has on his sleeves.

With a quick scan of his surroundings, he found the brick wall of the building he was looking for. He walked towards it and silently smirked.

Wait for me, Sakura.

If there's one thing he hates the most, it's how women can't seem to leave him alone.

Ever since he was in the academy, he was always surrounded by hordes of girls. He can't go anywhere without encountering at least one of them. It annoys the hell out of Sasuke before and it still stands that way until now.

Sasuke thought that maybe once women knew he's already married and a father, they would leave him alone. But no, it actually attracts more of them to irk him.

Just like now while he's standing at the hospital lobby waiting for his wife. He asked at the reception desk where could he find Sakura and the nurse behind the counter just stared at him for a long time. When he gave an impatient noise, the girl went red and stammered as she told him he could wait in the lobby.

He's now standing against the lobby wall and staring straight ahead in the hallway where he was expecting Sakura. From his peripheral vision, he could see a fair amount of women murmuring and giggling. Sasuke's fighting for self control because he wants to burn the hospital now. Even some of the women in the lobby stopped whatever the hell they were doing and just looked at him in awe. One even made a move to talk to him but he just gave her a deathly glare. The said woman recoiled in fear but when it subsided, still made an amazed expression. Sasuke fought a groan. He almost wished people still look at him as if he were a criminal just so he wouldn't feel their ogling.

He remembered how Naruto always seemed to be annoyed and envious at him for still having fangirls, as the blond calls them, even at their age.

He can have them for all I care.

Suddenly, a flash of red and pink at the end of the hallway caught his eyes. Sakura was talking to some nurses beside and behind her as they're walking. She's holding the back of her neck as she massages it.

Now that's the only fangirl I care about.

From what he can read in her mouth, she was giving them tips and suggestions on how to make their chakra flow easier throughout their body. One of the nurses beside her saw him and stopped walking and gasped. Sasuke almost rolled his eyes.

Yeah, it's just a face.

He looked back at Sakura and waited for her to notice him. She noticed how one of her companions gasped and stopped on her tracks. She turned to the young woman and asked her what's wrong. She saw how the nurse turned red and widen her eyes as she stared ahead.

Sakura followed her line of sight and gasped herself. There he was, Sasuke, looking tall and proud as he stared back at her. But the thing she was surprised about most was his hair.

It was now shorter than it had been a few hours ago. It doesn't reach his shoulder anymore and more like his hair back when he left Konoha for his redemption trip. The bangs he used to cover his Rinnegan is still there, but it's much shorter than before. He looked like a man in his early 20's rather than 30's. Sakura blushed.

Sasuke saw how her facial expressions changed again and again as she saw his appearance. And on cue, his wife blushed. Sasuke smirked at her and saw her eyes look down for a second and breathed out deeply. Sasuke was so amused at her that he didn't notice the women around him sigh in unison as they saw him smirk.

Sakura excused herself to her medical students and approached her husband. She can't look at him straight in the eyes at first but when reached him, she gathered all her courage to look at those intense eyes of his.

"Hi," she murmured under her breath. She was not sure why she was so shy. They did unspeakable things to each other earlier in the comfort of their shower and didn't feel remotely shy when he watched her dress for work. But now? Sakura can't even look at him for two seconds without blushing hard.

Sasuke soften his gaze down on her and murmured back, "Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

He reached down and traced his finger up, from her fingers to her arm and shoulder. His hand reached her hair and tuck tendrils of it behind her head, "Picking you up. It's almost 4."

He saw goosebumps all over Sakura's arm and he couldn't help but smirk at her. Sakura was looking up at him with wonder and love behind her emerald eyes.

"What did you do?," she asked as she touched the mane of his newly cut hair.

His voice was playful when he answered her, "Decided to make you flustered the whole day."

Sakura gasped at his answer and saw how his eyes danced in mirth. Then Sasuke added, "But I know I already did."

She can feel her neck and cheeks heat. She cleared her throat and looked at him defiantly, her lips almost in a pout.

"And what makes you think you made me that way the whole day, huh?"

Sasuke gave her a smile that promised her question was the wrong one, "You already forgot this morning? You wound me, Sakura."

Sakura might have melted on the hospital floor with the look Sasuke gave her if not because of her grip on the hem of Sasuke's black shirt. She closed her eyes and fought a groan. She can feel the eyes of everyone around them. At least they can't hear what they're talking about, she and Sasuke's still whispering to each other.

Sasuke remained staring at his blushing wife. He can hear the murmurs around but it all faded into the background when Sakura subtly shook her head, as if not believing he said those words. Then she spoke with a disbelieving smile.

"You.."

"Uchiha-san," a voice interrupted Sakura's remark. Both of them turned their head to meet one of the doctors. The man was startled because the two of them wore the same expression, stern and impatient.

"Uhh..", the doctor trailed. He looked from Sakura to Sasuke, who glared at him, then back to Sakura. "I-.. I mean.. S-sakura-san.. You can go now. It's o-okay. I'll take it f-from here." The doctor can't seem to know what to call Sakura. He wanted to call her Uchiha-san for respect but when he did that, her husband also turned to him. So he settled to call her by her name which also does not sit well with her husband, hence the more deathly glare.

Sakura soften her expression and gave the man an appreciative smile. The older doctor blushed a deep red and Sasuke's eyebrows met.

"Are you sure, Ryuu-san?", Sakura asked. "Megumi and her team still need guidance for their practical next week."

"Ah.. D-don't worry, Uch- ah, Sakura-san. I can do that," Ryuu stammered. He's not sure if it's because the beautiful head of the hospital is talking to him or it's because of her husband throwing daggers at him with those eyes.

Sakura gave him another smile and he conluded it was because of her. Anyone who could see that smile will definitely lose their mind for a minute.

"Thank you, Ryuu-san," she said as she passed the chart to him. "See you on Monday."

She turned to her staff and loudly exclaimed, "Good job today! See you on Monday! Work hard!"

They greeted her back as she gave them a big smile. Sasuke couldn't help but feel proud of his wife for being amazing. Not only is she a great mother and wife, but she's an even greater Konoha medic-nin. He also felt a deep satisfaction upon hearing her subordinates call her Uchiha-san or Uchiha-sama. He actually felt a little smug.

Yes, that's my wife.

Together, they pass through the hallways to Sakura's office. After discarding her lab coat and putting her cardigan over her shirt, they walked side by side as they leave the hospital.

Just like inside, the people of Konoha gaped at the couple as they walk home. It's been a while since the Uchiha patriarch was seen in the village, and it's a sight to see him together with the well-loved medic.

She's walking a little ahead of him so he could see how she turns her head and smile everytime she's called by the villagers. He could also see how there's a skip or bounce in her steps which makes him stifle a smile.

She's still like a child.

An image of a blushing Ryuu earlier came to mind and the child remark immediately vanished from his mind.

No. Not a child.

'Fuck me.'

He then heard his wife's voice earlier in his thoughts. Now that sealed the deal for him. His wife is definitely not a child anymore. She's a woman who can make any man blush (yes, including him of course) and who can make him hard with her smell and make him lose control with two words and kill him in 7 seconds.

Speaking of..

"I dreamt earlier," he muttered.

Sakura turned around to face him, a fond expression on her face. "Is it any good? What was it about?," she asked him.

He nodded, "Our first kiss."

Her eyes soften, "That's a good dream, indeed."

"I'm just curious why I dreamt of that."

She thought for a moment. He saw how her eyebrows met in concentration and her teeth bit her lower lip. Sasuke just stared in fascination.

After a while, she looked at him and spoke. "It's maybe because you're home."

She added a soft smile reserved only for him and he felt his breath catch. Sasuke thought about what she said and immediately agreed to it. That kiss was the start of something new for Sasuke. It was weeks after he got back from his journey, but he felt truly at home for the first time when she saw Sakura under the rain and they kissed.

He never knew kissing someone for the first time because you're in love with them was such a cathartic experience. He never knew of heart skipping a beat when you saw someone's neck; or a hand trembling so hard because you want to hold their hand for no reason; or eyes that can't seem to blink when they talk for you not to miss a single thing. Sasuke only knew hate and revenge and self-pity. But that kiss changed him and let him know freedom and tenderness and salvation.

I'm eternally grateful.

Sasuke stopped walking, and it made Sakura halt as well. He gave her a smile that seems to agree with her and held her hand. Sasuke laced their fingers together.

He can feel his ears burning, not because of the cold breeze. He forgot how simple hand holding means so much to someone like him who only knew of hands inflicting pain and blood. He looks down for a moment at their intertwined fingers to gather his wits and then directly looked in her eyes. As always, she was blushing. After all, Sasuke is not one for public display of affection.

He whispered, soft as the air around them, "Thank you."

He watched her eyes shine and her cheeks glow. She smiled that breathtaking smile and Sasuke couldn't help but lean down and softly kiss her there in the middle of the street, with every nosy village people around them gawking. He couldn't give a shit because there's no more pretending not to be hopelessly in love with her and show her exactly that.

No teeth, no tongue, no movement. Just lips pressed against each other.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

He counted in his head, recreating the beautiful memory of their first kiss. They pulled away from each other but their foreheads met. Sasuke opened his eyes and saw Sakura with her eyes still closed. He stared at her, savored the moment, and stored it in his heart she helped him pick up the pieces again.

Sasuke took the opportunity to tell her something, "Don't talk to that Ryuu guy often. I don't like the way he looks at you."

He said it so softly that Sakura might not have even heard him over her beating heart. But when the words seemed to seep through her, she opened her eyes and chuckled under her breath. Sakura thought he looks so cute when he's embarassed and jealous.

"Uchiha Sasuke being jealous. I think this is a first," she teased him. She saw how her husband's face turned pink. She laughed again as he groaned in response and hid his face against her hair.

"That's right. Hide your face, Sasuke-kun," she looped her free arm around his waist and whispered in his ear. "The people might see you blush. There's too many women. I don't want them to die of cuteness."

Sasuke gave a low chuckle under his breath and inhaled her scent, "Shall we go then? I don't wanna be blamed for all the casualties that may ensue."

A split second later, the village people ogling at them was surprised to see the beautiful couple gone, with only a trail of leaves and flowers behind.

Sakura was laughing when they emerged inside the house, still with hand in Sasuke's. She was laughing because she can imagine what the people busy watching them must look like when they vanished into thin air. Sasuke hides his amusement. They can go crazy for all he cares.

Sarada came out of her room when she heard a noise. She saw her mother laughing in the foyer. She saw her covering her mouth with her hand, the other one tightly held by his father.

That's the first time she saw them in physical contact with each other. The last time Sarada remembers was when they saved Sakura from Shin. And to be honest, that contact was just helping her to stand up. But now, she can see how their fingers are laced together. She felt herself smile as she continued to watch. Then, something peculiar caught her eye, aside from his father's newly cut hair.

When Sarada first saw Sasuke look at her mother, she saw the question behind them. When Sakura went to punch the hell out of Shin before she got kidnapped, Sarada saw her parents talk about her and saw how her father seemed to ask a silent question to her. When they saved Sakura, Sarada saw the concern mixed with mild rage as Sasuke saw her mother injured. When they went home and spent time together, she saw how her father's eyes seemed to be saying thank you to her mother as she placed food in front of him. Those were the only emotions she got from looking at the way her father looks at her mother. But today is different.

Sakura was still laughing softly as she was mumbling things to him in amusement, but Sarada's focus is on Sasuke. She saw how her father's eyes crinkle at the corners and his usually straight face lift infinitesimally. If she look closely, she swears she can see a tiny patch of color in his cheeks. She watched as Sasuke's eyes roam around Sakura's face, then he leaned in and hid his face on the side of her mother's face.

Sarada felt like she walked in on a very private moment so she averted her eyes. She felt weird in her stomach all of a sudden, not sure what to do about this new emotion. When she looked back in the foyer, her parents were gone. Her eyebrows met in confusion. And then, she felt a prickle of chakra behind her and she whirled around to see both of them. Sasuke was leaning on the wall and Sakura was bending forward slightly while smiling at her. Sarada blushed. She feels kinda embarassed and guilty at the same time for kinda spying on them.

"Tadaima, Sarada," Sakura sweetly said to her. She was still chuckling under her hand when Sasuke leaned in and whispered into her ear that Sarada was hiding and watching them. They looked at each other then and shared the same thought, as they always do.

Sarada stammered slightly and answered her mother, "O-..Okairi, mama." She looked at her father, "Papa."

Sasuke watched as his daughter blush like her mother. He couldn't help but remember how Sakura did the same thing when she felt flustered. He gave Sarada a fond look and saw her smile back.

"I have a mission tomorrow," Sarada informed them. "Lord Seventh called us earlier before lunch and insisted that we should take it."

Before Sakura could say anything, Sarada already said, "Don't worry, mama. It's just B-rank within the borders. We'll be back tomorrow evening."

Sakura smiled at her, "I know you and your team can handle it. I was just gonna ask when are you leaving? Your papa and I will go somewhere."

Sasuke’s brows furrowed in confusion, We are?

"Oh," Sarada replied sheepishly. "At dawn tomorrow, but can I stay at Boruto's? Nanadaime said Himawari wanted me to have a sleepover."

He did?

Sasuke feels like something is up but he doesn’t know what. It’s that feeling when you know your best friend is being a dobe more than usual.

Apparently, Sakura seems to be confused as well.

“That’s odd. Himawari never asked you for a sleepover before. It’s mostly Chou-chou,” Sakura said, her brows in confusion as well as Sasuke. “But if Naruto insisted, then I don’t see why not.”

Sarada seemed to brighten up, “Thank you Mama! Anyway, where are you going with Papa?”

Sasuke looked at Sakura then, at the same time Sakura turns to him. She gave him a sheepish smile, “Ino wanted us to meet with the rest of the guys. You know.. a night out with friends without the kids and work. She said everyone’s gonna be there. It sounds fun..”

Upon seeing Sasuke’s ever-stoic expression, Sakura added a rushed “But we don’t have to go if you don’t wa-“

“Okay,” he interrupted.

Sasuke already made up his mind once she gave him that smile. He would gladly say yes to everything she asks of him if it would make her happy. And even though he doesn’t feel like socializing (when did he ever?), seeing Sakura beam that beautiful smile was enough for him to push through.

Sakura smiled at him and shyly said, “Thank you, Sasuke-kun.”

Sarada watched how her parents talked to each other and noticed how pink both their cheeks are, especially her dad. She felt something in her stomach again as she watched and she couldn’t help but smile as well.

Sasuke watched as his girls give him their own bright smiles and felt as if his heart got bigger just to accommodate the love and affection clearly reflected through greens and blacks. He is grateful, forever and ever.

“Well,” Sakura suddenly stated. She kissed Sarada’s cheek and said, “Might as well have an early dinner.”

She gave Sasuke a soft gaze full of love, and just like it has always been, he understood.

Us three. Finally. Together again.

“Aa,” he softly answered with a curl on his lips. “I’d like that.”

—

Their reunion dinner went by quickly and smoothly. It was full of enthusiastic remarks from his daughter, quirky comments from his wife, and of course, monotone one-liners from him that’s why they both made fun of him. He half-heartedly scowled the entire time.

But now, it’s different. It’s their friends who are making fun of him at the moment, and he couldn’t help but glare at Naruto who has always been the pain in his ass.

They’re in a barbecue restaurant (‘Thank god it’s not in Ichiraku’, Sakura whispered to him once they entered the place) and alcohol is freely flowing on their table, courtesy of the Hokage. Everyone is drinking, even Hinata. A few hours in and Kakashi came as well, late as always.

It was so loud and rowdy, but Sasuke doesn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Sakura beside him with her chin on her hands as she leans on the table listening to Hinata who is sitting beside Naruto who is across from him. She’s wearing this royal blue turtleneck shirt that’s too big for her and black pants that hug her slender legs. A tiny Uchiha fan decorated the cream scarf bunched on her lap. Her cheeks are a bit red from the cold and the alcohol. She looks so young and vibrant. She suddenly looks at him, smiled, and he feels like he’s aged backwards as well.

This was, of course, taken notice by Ino, “Would you both stop with the eye sex already? There are other people here too, you know? Geez!”

Sakura just rolled her eyes and stick her tongue out to Ino.

“You can’t blame him,” Kakashi interrupted. “He just got back and finally saw his wife again. Cut him some slack.”

Sasuke noticed the way Naruto mildly glared at Ino and the way Kakashi and Naruto glanced and grinned at each other. (He can tell by the slight movement under Kakashi’s mask)

Just what the hell are these idiots up to?

Just before he calls Naruto on his bullshit, Ino interrupted again.

“Okay fine. I’ll refrain from teasing them too much for now, since I have a very special announcement,” Ino declared, her blue eyes sparkling. He then noticed her untouched bottle of sake.

“What is it?”, Sakura excitedly asked.

Ino smiled widely and announced, “I’m pregnant!”

A series of congratulations and hugs went on, and of course Sakura might’ve shed a tear or two. He also sent his timid congratulations through a murmur and a nod to Sai, which the latter gave back.

“Wow, Sai! I still couldn’t believe you had it in you!” Naruto teased, his loud voice obnoxious and ringing throughout their space. Laughter ensued.

“I could say the same to you since you’re dickless right? How did you do that?,” Sai bit back. He turned to Hinata and innocently asked, “How did he do that?”

“Hey! I’m your Hokage! Show some respect!”

Even Sasuke couldn’t help but fight back a snort from their banter. Seriously, nothing ever changed with them. Kakashi still reads porn, Naruto is still a dobe, and Sakura is still beautiful, especially now as she laughs and joins in making fun of Naruto.

When the situation finally simmered down, Hinata suddenly dropped a question that shook him.

“How about you two, Sakura-chan? Do you have plans on making another Sarada-chan?”

He heard a gasp from his side, and he looked at his wife. She’s still red from the alcohol and probably from the tears and all that laughing.

She seems to contemplate her answer. He could feel her fidget a little and saw her lick her lips, a habit she might not know she does when she’s nervous.

Everyone is anticipating an answer from either of them. Sasuke can feel even Shikamaru’s curiosity to where he’s seated. The problem is, Sasuke doesn’t know how to answer. He looked down instead.

Sure, he’s content with her and Sarada. He’s happy. He truly is. But he also wants to make their family a bit bigger. He doesn’t want Sarada to grow up without experiencing the joy of having a sibling. A smiling Itachi looking down on him when he was a child suddenly came to mind and his heart ached a little. He still misses him to this very day.

But he’s not sure if that’s what Sakura also wanted. He doesn’t want to put Sakura in an awkward situation, especially in front of their friends. He wants to say that it’s their issue and they should talk about it in private when Sakura’s soft voice pierced through the silence.

“Whatever you want, Sasuke-kun.”

He immediately looked at her, so sudden that it might’ve given him a whiplash but he didn’t care. She was already looking at him the moment he looked down. He saw the familiar faith in him through her eyes and he couldn’t say a thing. She knowingly smiled at him.

Sakura just put her hand on his thigh and gently squeezed it. She turned her gaze on all their friends and smiled softly, “Whatever my husband wants.”

His heart skipped a beat. It actually skipped a beat. He thought he already know a lot of things, but Sakura just keeps on proving him wrong.

Because Sakura still continues to teach him things like this — that it’s possible to be this selfless just for the sake of someone tainted like him. She always puts him first. His wants, his needs, his dreams. She always puts him and Sarada on the top of her priorities before her friends and her duty as a medic and a kunoichi and her own self.

He’s speechless and deaf for he couldn’t hear a thing. He couldn’t see anything other than Sakura’s smiling face.

Sakura. Sakura. Sakura.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the depth of emotions he didn’t know he had, but he grabbed the back of Sakura’s head and turned it sideways just to put his mouth on hers.

He didn’t see the wide eyes of Shikamaru and proud angle of Kakashi’s shoulders. He didn’t hear the gasp of Hinata and Ino, and the choked sound from Sai. And Naruto? He feels like a proud father at the moment.

All Sasuke knows is to just feel and smell and taste Sakura. Sakura. Sakura.

He broke the kiss and saw how breathless his wife was. He’s proud. He suddenly stood up and pulled up Sakura into a standing position. Sasuke turned to them all and said, “Excuse me, but my wife and I need to talk.”

In the blink of an eye, the couple was gone.

Kakashi suddenly said, “I’m pretty sure there won’t be any talking that’s gonna happen.”

This was followed by a bright, cheeky and a bit drunk grin from Naruto, “Believe it, old man! Congratulations on a successful mission, guys! Thank you for cooperating with me! Now it’s just a matter of time before a new Uchiha is cooking up inside Sakura-chan! Sasuke-teme better kiss my ass for this, ‘ttebayo!”

They raised their glass for the two Uchiha’s and the future Uchiha baby that will surely be on its way.

They drank their glasses when Sai suddenly asked, “Are they always like that? Referring to each other as ‘my wife’ and ‘my husband’ while being on each other’s company? Ahh. And they say I’m weird.”

—

They barely made it through the hallway. They barely made it through bedroom door. They barely made it to their bed. Sasuke has never thanked Naruto’s daughter in his life for inviting Sarada for a sleepover than now because at this moment, they look like drunk teenagers making out throughout their house. He honestly could have taken her right then and there at their living room. Hell, he could’ve taken her right on the floor. He’s burning with so much passion and love right now that he couldn’t contain himself.

It was all a blur. One minute they’re stumbling on their bed and he’s fumbling with his clothes, and the next second he’s inside her. But once he’s in her depths, everything seemed clearer now. He could see every labored breath she’s taking, every sweat drops on her skin, every ounce of love and lust on her eyes that was surely reflected on his as well.

They’re both breathing hard, both unmoving, both relishing their union. He’s on top of her, his whole body cradled by hers, his whole heart completely owned by her. He’s so overwhelmed by so much feelings. He knows he’s a bit intoxicated with alcohol but he’s more intoxicated by her beauty and love. He loves her so much and now it’s not just enough to think or feel it.

“I love you,” he murmurs to her, his lone hand on her face with his thumb tracing her cheeks and lips. His eyes are following his thumb and his lips followed suit as he kisses her softly. His eyes found hers and he saw how teary it is and he knows they’re happy tears so he lets them flow freely. He kisses her eyes and her cheeks and her jaw and her lips again and again and again, with him unmoving and still deep inside her.

“I know I don’t say it often, but I really do. I love you,” he softly continues against her mouth. He breaks the kiss and looks at her, “And I know you may think I already forgotten how to. I couldn’t even remember the last time I said it to you. Knowing you, you probably do.” Sasuke received a slight nod from her that made him smile a little.

Of course you do. You love me too much and I will never understand how you do but I want you to know that I love you too. I love you I love you I love you.

He moved a little bit and earned a gasp from her. With him being on top and her long legs wrapped around his hips, he pushed forward again and fought back a groan against her throat when she moaned his name.

Sasuke looked back at her again and saw her face contorted in pleasure with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly opened. While moving slowly and gently back and forth inside her, he called her.

“Sakura.”

Green eyes peered at him, clouded in haze of love. He softly gave her a smile and said, “This family we made together is the greatest thing you’ve ever given me, Sakura. Thank you.”

He watched as tears formed again in her eyes. But he’s not yet done. His hand left her hip to poke her softly on her forehead, before returning to clasp her hand on his and intertwine their fingers.

“You’re my wife. You’re an Uchiha. And you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he continued as his hips meet hers. He wanted to close his eyes so badly but he couldn’t look away from his wife.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said aloud. Sasuke heard her whimper, moved by his words. He felt her hand held tightly by him unclasp with his to roam around his back and his hair until both of her hands found his face and held it.

Words have never been his forte, but for her, he will always try. “Let’s make our family bigger, Sakura. I want to give you more children. I want to make you happy.”

Her tears are flowing down her cheeks now, but her smile is radiant as ever. She kissed him hard on the lips and whispered, “You already make me happy, anata.”

With the sway of her hips and the moan of her name from his mouth, Sasuke made love to her as if it was their first time. Every kiss lingered, every touch burned in the right way. Every look is a blessing and she is the greatest blessing herself.

Sasuke repeatedly said he loves her throughout the entire time until they both came together. Saying those three words have never been so easy for him until this moment. He promised himself he will say it to her every day for the rest of their lives together.

And even when their ashes scatter in the wind 50 years from now, he knows he will love her in the next life. It will always be Haruno Sakura for Uchiha Sasuke. And in return, he will always be hers.

—

9 months later, male twin Uchiha babies with black hair and green eyes were born. And the Hokage demanded Sasuke the gratitude he deserves for the next 5 decades.

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