#this baby has been aware of everything since the moment she was born

[harmonizewithechoes]

We are once again at the stage of babyhood where if you turn your back they immediately try and off themselves and I am once again wondering why the hell they all come with this instinct

It doesn’t make sense and it’s exhausting!

Also baby #3 is a bit more adventurous in this way than the other two were and she’s finding new and interesting ways to terrify me which I appreciate. Wouldn’t want fearing for her well-being to get boring.

[leqonsluv3r]

girl!dad leon kennedy

—husband!leon kennedy being the best absolute girl dad out there, a headcanon list

loosely based off of this oneshot and this headcanon list <3

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an: happy father’s day yall! i originally wasn’t going to post this for father’s day and post a request instead but this has been sitting in my drafts since i wrote that pregnancy request with leon. so i figured in honor of father’s day, here’s leon being an amazing girl dad or what i think he would be like as a girl dad. anyways, ill post a request this upcoming week. i love you all, pls reblog and like. you know the drill.

girl!dad leon who is infatuated with his daughter from the moment she’s born. he thinks that she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen besides his wife, of course.

girl!dad leon who buys his daughter only everything and anything that her little heart desires. doesn’t matter if she can talk yet, she has him wrapped around his finger. he will spoil the absolute shit out of her until asked not to.

girl!dad leon who watches cartoons with his daughter, holding her in his lap while his wife makes breakfast. doesn’t matter if it’s some stupid cartoon about talking dogs that fight crime, he’s just happy that his little girl is happy.

girl!dad leon that helps his wife pick out little outfits and dresses that somewhat match him, doesn’t matter if it’s corny. he just feels that it’s cute and there is no shame in that.

girl!dad leon who plays dress up with his daughter, dressing up like a fairy princess and dancing around. doesn’t matter if his wife is laughing hysterically and taking a ton of pictures, he’s the happiest when he hears his little girl laugh. her little giggles are proof enough that he’s doing something right with his life.

girl!dad leon who plays dolls with his daughter, making silly high pitched voices that he wasn’t aware he could conjure. his daughter is eating all of it up, every moment spent with her dad is a good one.

girl!dad leon who makes his daughter lunches for her first day at preschool, getting her whatever lunch box she desires and making sure that she’s all dressed up and ready. he packs her apples, some cheese and some fruit snacks, whatever else her little heart desires.

girl!dad leon who gets matching t-shirts with his little girl, one says daddy’s little trouble maker and the other says the trouble makers father. it makes his wife laugh and she takes a hundred pictures of their little girl and him wearing the matching t-shirts.

girl!dad leon who takes his daughter to the park, pushing her in the swings, getting to act so carefree with his daughter for the day. it’s free therapy that he never knew he needed. having his daughter is healing him one day at a time.

girl!dad leon who watches as his baby girl says her first words and watches her crawl, he showers her and praise and love, just like his wife. he hugs his baby girl and hoists her in the air, her little babbles and giggles making him feel like he’s living a dream. he never knew his life would be this good.

girl!dad leon who carry’s her around in a baby bjorn, casually walking around the grocery store with his little girl strapped to his chest. her little eyes looking up at him the entire time and making his heart melt. he’s getting softer by the day he swears and it’s all thanks to a combination of him and his wife’s genes wrapped up in a cute little baby.

girl!dad leon who buys his daughter a different stuffed animal after he comes back from every mission, watching her little face light up and yell, “daddy! daddy!” one of the few words she knows. it makes him glad he survived. his two girls safe under one roof is worth it if he has to see bloodshed and death every once in a while. their safety is more important and precious.

girl!dad leon who watches his daughter stumble around on her little legs to pick flowers in the backyard. every time she picks one, she brings it back to him and he holds it in his hand until he has enough for a small bouquet. he doesn’t have the heart to tell his little girl that they’re just weeds, she’s happy and that’s good enough for him.

girl!dad leon who celebrates his daughters first birthday with her and his wife. throwing her a small party with some of his friends and his wife’s friends, watching as his wife opens presents for their daughter. watching as her daughter gets a smash cake, burying her face in frosting and getting all dirty. normally he would hate the mess, but he’d never thought he’d get here. celebrating one year of having the best little girl ever and a loving wife. he really got lucky.

girl!dad leon who buys his daughter a little necklace that says “daddy’s princess” on it. he knows she’s only a year old and can’t really appreciate it yet, but he just wanted to get something special for his little girl. his baby’s first piece of jewelry (among many more if he has anything to say about it).

girl!dad leon who wakes up on father’s day with the biggest smile on his face. his wife and his little girl in the kitchen, cooking him the biggest breakfast known to man. he’s wearing that matching t-shirt he got all those months ago. he gets some heart shaped pancakes shaped like hearts, a card and a teddy bear that his daughters tiny hands hold out to him, says best daddy ever on the belly of the furry teddy. he feels his eyes water and grabs his tiny baby girl, pressing kisses to her head. does the same to his wife, showing his appreciation for having his little slice of serenity. he finally got his happy ending, one he never thought was possible. and he has his wife and daughter to thank for that.

taglist: @elihii @heartsforvin @argreion @sqiim @adollrable @leonkennedygvrl @laceycoffins @porcelainseashore @squazmine (taglist is linked above if you would like to join!!)

[sammysbrokenheart]

Hey Angel ♡

Summary: Maya is your guardian angel. She helps you and she guides you until she can't. At the end of the day this is your life and she's just a guide.

(fanfiction, little angsty, a little sad, winners love winning)

Maya stared down at you from her cloud. She is your guardian angel believe it or not and she's sick and tired of your nonsense by now.

You have never made her job an easy one, it's been like this since you were born. A sweet baby girl, spoiled rotten by every family member. Everything in your life has been handed to you and the more Maya tells you to be grateful and hardworking, the more you stuff cotton in your ears.

Maya loves you regardless otherwise she wouldn't have stuck by your side all 21 years of your life on earth. She helped you through everything and that was what you appreciated about her. She had such a loving, hands on approach to her job, she was a true guide even when you didn't want to listen.

"Y/N I cannot help you with this," Maya said to you.

Your cheeks were wet with tears and your chest was tight.

"Maya you always help me. W-Why now?" you said in a panic when you realized that she was serious.

"Y/N this is not like picking a dress or what flavor boba you should drink, this is your life. This is serious no one can help you with this-"

"No, YOU can help me Maya you just WON'T help me."

You sank down onto the floor. Your chest still felt tight. It is hard to make things make sense when you have never in your life had to power through anything. Fight for anything. Work for anything. Everything has been easy for you, you never had to lift a finger, but at the same time you never had the option of doing things that you actually wanted to do. You've always been okay with this arrangement until now...

"If you love Billie then, then that's your answer, isn't it?" Maya said sitting in front of you. In that moment she wished she could hold your hand or hug you.

"Choosing her means losing everything... My family" you whisper, "Choosing her also means leaving behind everything and I mean, fuck, can I do that?"

"I don't know, but I do know how happy she makes you my love," Maya says softly.

"On the other hand choosing my family means... never being happy..."

"Hey angel, you got this, " Maya said.

Suddenly Maya could feel the pull starting. Angels are only allowed to spend a limited time on earth to ensure that they give their humans space and not interfere too much. Before Maya could say anything else she was back on her cloud looking down at Y/N crying on her bedroom floor.

You understood the angel rules by now and the pull was never a problem until now. You needed Maya more than ever even though you are aware that she is on her cloud looking at you.

Maya waited in anticipation. She could tell that you were still conflicted and scared. Maya has been observing you and Billie's romance from the day you met at Claudia's birthday up until this moment where Billie asked you to marry her and you have to give her an answer.

Maya heard your doorbell ring and saw you slowly stand up and make your way to the front door of your apartment. Today was the day that you had to give Billie an answer. Maya watched you take a deep breath and subconsciously she took one as well. She crossed her fingers tightly hoping that you choose your own happiness for once.

[axkirak]

Special : My mother is my enemy│(Qimir x Reader)

Remark : This one-shot is a special chapter from The Curse of Cassandra series. I recommend reading the main series first before reading this one.

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

A/N : another special chapter because I still can’t move on from The Curse of Cassandra

This special chapter is inspired by the love-hate relationship between Paul, Alia, and Jessica (in the novels. Paul and Alia both hate and love their mom, while Jessica fears her kids and what she's created.)

The story might seem confusing since it's closely tied to the main plot. It ends a bit open-ended, but that’s intentional. It's meant to fill in gaps and explain certain things. Not sure if it'll leave you more confused, though—like about who Alia really is and whether she's Qimir's daughter. But I’ll leave that open for you to interpret. No right or wrong here. I wanted Alia's identity to stay unclear.

[Special II ] My mother is my enemy

My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.

Paul Atreides (Dune Book One)

As you reflect on your past, a deep regret lingers for the choices you've made. 

You wonder: if you hadn’t chosen to drink the Water of Life that day, would things have turned out differently?

You wouldn’t have uncovered the truth about Qimir being a Sith Lord, nor would you have had to face the looming catastrophe threatening the universe. Most importantly, your daughter wouldn’t have been born with this 'abnormality.'

You had never considered having children, as the Bene Gesserit trained you to control your body with meticulous precision, down to the exact timing of ovulation. You were confident you had taken every precaution, but fate has a way of slipping through even the smallest cracks. By the time you noticed the changes in your body, it was already too late.

You discovered your pregnancy after drinking the Water of Life. Paul Atreides himself delivered the grim news: “I’m sorry to tell you this, but your child will not be normal. I’ve done everything in my power to help, but I don’t know if it will work.”

You knew well the consequences of drinking the Water of Life while pregnant: if the child was male, he would die in the womb immediately. But if female, she would be born with a curse—an 'Abomination' a forbidden being by the Bene Gesserit’s teachings. Just like you. Just like Alia Atreides.

And unfortunately, your child was a girl.

While your Ruh-spirit drifts through Al’am Al-Mithal, teetering on the edge of life and death, you are haunted by visions of intertwined destinies—yours and your unborn child’s. This pregnancy is entwined with the Kwisatz Haderach’s destined path, an unavoidable twist in the tapestry of fate.

Years from now, your daughter will bear another daughter. This cycle will repeat until a son is finally born—Anakin Skywalker, the second Kwisatz Haderach.

Your child’s entire life has been predetermined, even before she was born.

What have I brought into this world? you wonder.

This question comes to your mind as you hold the infant in your arms, after enduring the long, torturous labor on Tatooine. The baby’s skin is flushed red, her small body eerily still, making no sound, For a terrifying moment, she seems lifeless. until she opens her eyes—striking blue and filled with an awareness far beyond her age, as though she has lived through lifetimes.

The baby reaches out, her tiny fingers curling around your pinky finger. That first touch stirs a bond that has existed since she was in your womb. The gradual mental connection reveals a chilling truth: the Water of Life has completely altered the child’s soul. Her essence has been bathed in ancestral memories, leaving almost nothing of her own self intact.

This child is mine, you think with sorrow and fear as you look at your daughter's face, but she is also not mine.

Paul’s voice echoes in your mind, confirming your thoughts. You are right.

In that instant, you feel Paul’s essence radiating from somewhere deep within your consciousness. You clearly sense that his emotions at this moment are trembling no differently from your own.

“Alia,” the name slips from your lips, but it is Paul who speaks.

And the baby, wrapped in a clean white cloth, responds with a faint, enigmatic smile that stops you cold.

On that day, you decided to name your daughter 'Alia the Second' after Paul Atreides’ sister

Alia, the Strange One—that’s what they call her.

Alia speaks her first words at just six months old. Unlike typical infant babbling, her speech shifts between the tones of a child and moments of clarity so profound, it feels almost out of place for a baby.

And the first word she says is “Paul.”

The name she utters almost causes family problems, as Qimir doesn't understand who this 'Paul' is, and why his daughter would call out another man’s name instead of his.

But you know well that Alia isn't speaking to you or Qimir—she is communicating with Paul Atreides.

“I love you, Paul,” the little girl tells you once. Her simple words strike a deep chord with your soul.

You turn to look at the child lying in her cradle, and suddenly, a wave of emotions surges through you. The feeling isn’t yours—it’s Paul’s. Sorrow, longing, regret, guilt—they crash over you all at once, leaving you in tears before you even realize it.

“I love you too, Alia,” Paul responds.

Alia reveals her Force abilities for the first time when she’s only three years old. The incident happens unintentionally and nearly turns disastrous had you not intervened in time.

At first, you don’t understand what’s happening. All you see are several children lying on the ground, writhing in pain, their cries of anguish filling the air. Only Alia stands amidst the chaos, her expression cold and detached, a trickle of blood running down from her nose to her chin. She seems unaware of her actions, as though lost in her own world—or perhaps another realm entirely.

It’s not until you shout, using the Voice, "Alia, stop this now!" that she snaps back to reality, and everything halts immediately

You quickly scoop her up and rush home, your heart pounding with indescribable anxiety. You realize this is far more serious than you had anticipated. Alia has never shown any signs of Force sensitivity—not to mention the Bene Gesserit techniques you haven’t even begun to teach her. Yet the child somehow wields both powers simultaneously. Worse still, she uses them to harm others.

Soon, this news is bound to reach other ears, and if it reaches the Jedi or other dangerous factions in the galaxy—your family’s safety, especially Alia’s, will be in grave jeopardy.

When the door closes shut, you kneel before Alia, placing your hands firmly on her small shoulders. Staring into her face, discomfort grows within you. Alia doesn’t resemble you or Qimir at all. Instead, she eerily resembles Paul Atreides—especially her large, deep blue eyes that hold a wisdom far beyond her years. You tell yourself that Alia is still a child, your daughter, no matter what essence dwells within her spirit.

“What did you do to those children? Why?” Your voice grows harsh, almost angry, though you manage to keep control over your temper.

“They called me a freak. I was so angry I wanted them to hurt... and then they just fell down,” Alia whispers, her head bowed, refusing to meet your gaze. “I really am a freak.”

You can feel her emotions—deep sadness and guilt radiating through her small frame. She’s not lying. She didn’t mean for it to happen. But controlling one’s emotions and powers is extremely difficult for a child this age. It’s even harder for someone who has been different since birth.

You hug your daughter tightly, silent tears streaming down your face. Guilt consumes you. This isn’t Alia’s fault—it’s yours. You are the one who brought this child into this world, knowing full well what Alia is, and knowing what fate awaits her ahead.

For a moment, you can't help but think that giving birth to Alia was a grave mistake, a mistake you cannot go back and fix.

“You’re not a freak, Alia. You’re special,” you protest with a trembling voice. Yet, deep down, you know those words are nothing more than a comforting lie.

Your child is a freak, and so are you. That’s an undeniable truth.

Qimir isn’t particularly shocked when he learns of Alia’s powerful display of the Force. You can tell he has sensed something unusual about her all along, even though he has never asked you about it directly. Which is a relief, as you’re not ready to explain everything to him—not just about Paul’s spirit but also the complexities of Alia’s nature, a mystery no ordinary person, let alone one who isn’t Bene Gesserit, could ever truly understand.

Still, conflict within your family becomes inevitable. Qimir wants Alia to become his apprentice, to inherit the Sith ways—an idea you adamantly refuse. You know the cruelty of the Sith path, especially the ritual that demands the apprentice to take their master’s life to ascend as the new Sith Lord.

You know Alia has the potential to do it—her powers are formidable. With proper training, defeating Qimir wouldn’t be difficult. But you would never let that happen. "The Sith way will not be used on my child. I will not let her kill her own father!" you declare with unyielding determination. It’s the first time you dare to defy the agreement between you and Qimir, and the only time he cannot override your will.

You vow that Alia’s hands will never be stained with blood like yours or Qimir’s. You don’t want her to face the same cruelty. That’s why you are determined to protect her completely, allowing her to grow up as a normal person, free from the paths of the Sith, the Jedi, or the Bene Gesserit. You believe this is the only thing you, as a mother, can do for your child.

Yet, in the end, you still fail.

Alia committed her first murder at the age of five. This time was different from the previous incidents—she did it with deliberate intent, not by accident or carelessness.

Your family’s sense of security began to erode two years ago, the moment Alia started using her powers. Stories of a strange young girl harnessing both the Force and the ancient magic of the Bene Gesserit eventually caught the attention of certain bounty hunters.

Being hunted was nothing new to you and Qimir. Over the years, the two of you had become adept at forging identities, blending in, and disappearing whenever danger came too close. But things were far more complicated now that you had a child to protect. Relocating and covering your tracks became increasingly difficult, especially since the bounty hunters no longer targeted you or Qimir. Their focus was entirely on Alia.

What better target could there be than a seemingly harmless child, easy to capture?

That’s what they thought, and it turned out to be a fatal mistake.

You watch Alia, your daughter, sitting with her legs gently swinging over the edge of a wooden chair in the secret hideout. Her gray aba[1] robe remains pristine, free of bloodstains—a stark contrast to the blood-soaked concrete floor surrounding her. Scattered across the room are the corpses of several men, their lifeless bodies lying in disarray.

Using the observation techniques of the Bene Gesserit, you quickly discern that none of the corpses show any signs of struggle. The absence of resistance and the unnatural positioning of their bodies make it clear: they willingly turned their weapons on one another.

There is only one explanation for this—the Voice.

Despite being surrounded by this gruesome bloodbath, Alia shows no trace of fear. You know immediately, without needing any special techniques, that your daughter caused all this.

Fortunately, Qimir isn’t here to witness this, you think. If he were, I wouldn’t know how to explain what our daughter has done.

“I had to do it, Mother,” Alia says, calling you “Mother” for the first time. Her voice is steady, too composed for a child of her age. “If I hadn’t acted, they would have kept coming after us.” She sighs softly, then offers you an innocent smile. “Father will understand. He might even be proud that I can defend myself.”

She’s not wrong. The Sith revere strength above all else. It’s this very philosophy that made Qimir a Sith Lord after he slaughtered countless Jedi—and his own master.

But you are not a Sith. And for the first time, you feel a deep, visceral fear toward your own daughter—something you’ve never felt before “Alia, this isn’t something a child like you should—”

“I am a woman of the desert,” she cuts in, her tone resolute, her words sharp as a blade. “And this is what every Fremen child does when faced with threats. You should be proud too, Mother.”

You stare at your daughter, stunned by the ferocity concealed within the eyes of this five-year-old girl.

You’ve always known Alia wasn’t an ordinary child, but now there’s something about her that shakes you to your core—something alien, otherworldly, and incomprehensibly vast. In that fleeting moment, it feels as if the emotional bond between you and your daughter has vanished.

She’s not my child. The thought crystallizes in your mind with harrowing clarity. You mutter under your breath, your gaze hollow, “I should have killed you…”

Alia shakes her head slowly, a soft, amused laugh slipping from her lips. “Father said the same thing to you once, didn’t he? But he couldn’t do it.” She stops swinging her legs and locks eyes with you, her piercing blue gaze unsettlingly profound. “And I know you can’t, either. You love me, even if you try to deny it.”

Your throat tightens, dry as desert sand, leaving you speechless—because every word Alia says cuts through to the truth.

That’s when it dawns on you—Alia has become another Reverend Mother, one who transcends the boundaries of past, present, and future. She is a Truthsayer who sees all, who knows all.

Because I drank the Water of Life. That’s why she became this.

The thought invades your mind, and you can’t help but wonder—if you hadn’t made that choice, could everything have turned out differently?

Alia moves calmly, rising from her chair and stepping onto the blood-soaked floor without a moment’s hesitation. She walks toward you, extending her small hand to take yours. In that simple touch, the bond between mother and daughter is reignited, their emotions fusing as one. You feel her thoughts, her emotions, as she feels yours.

“Don’t blame yourself, Mother,” Alia says softly, her tiny hand gently stroking the back of yours. She is unnervingly composed, her presence both calming and unsettling. “You know this was the only choice you had.”

“I just hope I made the right choice,” you whisper, exhaustion thickening your voice.

“I cannot say for sure, Mother,” Alia replies evenly. “But you’ve reshaped history. Humanity will owe its survival to you—and to Atreides.”

History—The word rings bitterly in your mind.

Yes, they will owe you everything. But what value does that have? In the end, your story will fade into obscurity, lost to the sands of time. No one will remember your name. The only trace of your existence will be a brief entry: ‘The last Bene Gesserit who perished on Eiram’

And no one in this vast universe will ever understand the sacrifices you made to save it all.

Footnotes:

[1]An aba (or abayah) is a loose, simple robe worn by Muslim women (and is mentioned in the Dune novels as the traditional garment of Fremen women).

[stiltonbasket]

For the wen!wwx au, how does lwj find out that wwx is a spy for the resistance?

(chapter list here)

On the night Wei Ying's daughter is born, the Wei-fu does not sleep until well past sunrise.

After Wen Qing was summoned to tend to Li Shuai, Wei Ying and Yu Zhenhong began keeping vigil in the rear court's central garden, accompanied by Wen Sizhui. From what little Lan Wangji hears from Wei Ying's private courtyard as the evening draws on, both mother and child seem to be faring well; but as hai shi passes, and then midnight, he takes his wheeled chair to the training field and rolls slowly around the perimeter until Xiao Liuzi comes to bring him a tray of snacks and tea.

"I saw the light in the Jade Courtyard," Xiao Liuzi explains. "Supper was hours ago, Hanguang-jun, so Cook asked me to bring you a tea-tray."

"I have no appetite," Lan Wangji says brusquely, "though I am grateful for your kindness. Tell me, how is Lady Li?"

"Ah, that..."

Lan Wangji's blood runs cold. "Is she—her child, are they—?"

"No, Hanguang-jun! There hasn't been any news at all. This is Lady Li's first child, so it might be early evening before the baby comes."

"And what about Wei Ying? Has he eaten?"

"He and Master Yu are still in the garden," Xiao Liuzi tells him. "My lord managed to eat a little, but he says he won't sleep until everything is over."

He hesitates for a moment, and then:

"He said there was no need for you to wait up for him, Hanguang-jun. You could damage your meridians again, and your legs..."

"One night without sleep can hardly make them worse," Lan Wangji says. "Return to the garden outside Lady Li's courtyard and report back to me the moment you hear anything."

"Yes, Hanguang-jun!"

"And get something to eat."

"Yes, Hanguang-jun! If you don't want the cakes, Cook is making—"

"I meant for yourself."

At that, Xiao Liuzi turns pink and takes to his heels, leaving his plate of cakes behind him; and Lan Wangji comes to a halt under the great oak in the south corner of the field and remains there until Xiao Liuzi comes crashing back through the gates with Wen Sizhui at his heels.

"She's here, Hanguang-jun!" Sizhui cries, grasping Lan Wangji's hands. "I'm a xiongzhang! I have a sister!"

"Lady Li is well, too," Xiao Liuzi jumps in. "Tired, of course, but she had enough appetite to drink a bowl of soup and eat some of the rice left over from supper."

Lan Wangji closes his eyes.

"The general must be delighted," he says thickly.

He could not quite tell what he was feeling, just then. Certainly Lan Wangji is relieved on behalf of Lady Li and her baby daughter—Wei Ying's daughter—but some part of his heart aches as if some small animal had begun to gnaw on it, blind to the fact that even its weak teeth were sturdy enough to do harm. It aches as it had ached on the nights that Wei Ying slept in Yu Zhenhong's courtyard, or spoke of how Li Shuai's beauty had enchanted him at first sight; and though Lan Wangji is dimly aware of the fact merely laying eyes on Wei Ying would be a comfort to him at that moment, he cannot bring himself to go looking for him.

"He is," Xiao Liuzi beams, not noticing the strange look in Lan Wangji's eyes. "Junshang will surely be disappointed, for he was hoping for a new young master, but my lord is overjoyed. Shall I help you to bed now, Hanguang-jun?"

It strikes Lan Wangji then that Wei Ying might not return to his own quarters that day. Perhaps he would sleep on the long sofa in Li Shuai's sitting room, unable to part from his lady and her child. Or perhaps he would go to Yu Zhenhong instead, for he had been too busy preparing for the child's arrival to grant any favor to his most-beloved concubine since the turning of the last month.

He will be a nuisance to Wen Qing and the other physicians if he sleeps in Li Shuai's room, Lan Wangji thinks wretchedly. And if he sleeps in Yu Zhenhong's quarters, then...

But Yu Zhenhong stood vigil with him; he too had not slept, so if Wei Ying could bring himself to leave Li Shuai—and it would be to his credit if he could not, for she had risked her very life to bring Wei Ying's daughter into the world—might he not choose to rest in his own courtyard, rather than troubling Yu Zhenhong?

"Yes, you may," he hears himself say to Xiao Liuzi. "And afterwards, draw a hot bath for your lord and lay out fresh sleeping robes on the bed."

In the end, Lan Wangji breaks his fast alone. Wei Ying does not appear for another three hours; and when he finally returns, heavy-eyed and pale from the night's worry, he has a tiny bundle of blankets clutched close to his chest.

Lan Wangji's heart seizes. "Is that—?"

Wei Ying falls to his knees at Lan Wangji's side.

"Oh, look at her," he whispers, spellbound. "I never dreamed that I would have a daughter, Lan Zhan! Isn't she perfect?"

He draws back the blanket and lets the baby grasp his little finger. "This is your Zhan-shushu!" he murmurs, kissing her downy black head. "His face might be fierce, but his heart is as soft as tofu, really, so A-Mei mustn't be afraid of him."

"A-Mei?"

"It's only her baby name," Wei Ying says, blushing. "A-Shuai always wanted to have a little girl named after the roses that grew in her mother's old garden—but Mei doesn't sound quite right with my name, so we'll have to choose something else for her formal name."

Lan Wangji frowns and opens his mouth, for Wei Mei is a perfectly serviceable name: but then he stops and stares at the crease of pink skin between the child's left thumb and forefinger.

There is a blood-red mole there, shaped like a tiny crescent moon. Lan Wangji ought to have thought nothing of it, for he saw three Lan children born with moles the color of spilt wine on their faces when he was a boy.

But he has also seen a grown man with a mole identical to small Wei Mei's—within the very walls of the Wei-fu, at that—and that man was not Wei Ying.

He reaches out to touch the baby's hand, meeting no resistance from his besotted husband. He places his own finger in the child's left palm, and then in the right; and just as he suspected, the baby's right hand is weaker than the left.

There are no left-handed men in the High General's manor, other than Yu Zhenhong.

Lan Wangji releases the baby's arm and straightens his posture, his heart racing. The more he studies Wei Mei's features, the more he finds of Yu Zhenhong and Li Shuai; but Wei Ying, overwhelmed with happiness at having gained a second child after sixteen years spent wishing for a brother or sister for Sizhui, seems to have noticed nothing at all.

What would he do, if he were to learn that Li Shuai's baby had been fathered by another man? Would he cast her out? Kill Yu Zhenhong? Lan Wangji would keep silent to the end of his days to prevent such a thing from happening, for a wiling affair, while cruel to the utmost, did not merit death as a punishment.

But he knows Wei Ying; and if not for the obedience sigils carved into his back, his husband would have taken up his dao and cut his own throat before spilling even a drop of innocent blood.

"Wei Ying," he says at last. "Return Xiao Mei to her mother. There is something I must ask you."

So Wei Ying goes, ferrying his precious burden back to Li Shuai's courtyard with breathless care, and then he returns to the bedroom he shares with Lan Wangji and brings out the red-jade tea service in the cupboard.

Lan Wangji watches him move about the room, gathering tea leaves and preparing hot water, and decides that the most advantageous way forward is to catch Wei Ying off his guard.

"I know that Yu Zhenhong and Li Shuai are only your concubines in name," he says slowly, for Wei Ying's kindness is not of the sort that might dull a man's wits; and now that Lan Wangji thinks on it, he would certainly have noticed if his concubines were carrying on together in his absence. "But given that you have no interest in either of them, I cannot understand why you took them into the Wei-fu in the first place."

The blood drains from Wei Ying's face—out of fear, not wrath—and in that moment, Lan Wangji realizes that he has stumbled upon something of far greater significance than a love affair between two concubines, though he knows now that Wei Ying had never belonged to either of them.

"Belong to them?" Wei Ying says with a strangled laugh. "I'll never belong to anyone, other than Wen Ruohan."

Lan Wangji is silent for a moment.

"That is not true," he replies. "There is something more behind all this, I know it. Tell me."

So Wei Ying bows his head, and tells him everything; and when they finally begin preparing for bed, Lan Wangji fetches a sandalwood comb from the nightstand and asks Wei Ying to kneel so that he can brush out his hair.

"You will not always belong to Wen Ruohan," he whispers between strokes, his eyes lingering on the back of Wei Ying's fair neck. "You do not belong to him now. A thief may lay his hands on whatever he pleases; it does not follow that he owns it."

"But he can do whatever he pleases with his stolen goods, can't he?"

"You speak as if you have not already betrayed the thief in question a hundred times over, Wei-jiangjun."

"...En, that's so."

Lan Wangji lays down the comb and weaves Wei Ying's hair into a long, thick braid.

"Now that I know," he says quietly, "I beg of you not to keep such secrets from me again! I will follow your commands from this day forth, whatever they may be; and until your work is over, I will not leave your side."

[sequinsmile-x]

I Knew You'd Linger Like a Tattoo Kiss - Welcome Home Kisses

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A series of unrelated one-shots and mini fics about the many types of kisses Aaron and Emily share.

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Hi friends,

Here's another one of these prompts! This one is VERY soft.

Thank you to everyone who has sent prompts from the list - I will absolutely get around to them all. My aim with this is to write all of the ones from the list eventually.

Please see the masterlist for a full list of tags, and the list of prompts for this series.

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His shoulders slump the moment he switches off the car engine. The case he had just got home from had dragged on a few days too long, the unsub eluding them in a way that frustrated him, when all he wanted was to be at home with his wife and kids. 

Emily was still on maternity leave, the 8 weeks that had passed since Evie had been born both a blur and stretched out around them, a baby bubble full of bliss and exhaustion that he hadn’t wanted to leave. He’d been back at work for a few weeks, but he’d been able to avoid going on cases until now, Strauss’s patience and understanding lasting longer than he thought it would. Before he left, Emily had assured him that they’d be fine, her smile soft and sleepy as she swayed back and forth with Evie against her chest, trying to get her back to sleep. 

He’d called every night around Jack’s bedtime. Even if he was still in the precinct instead of his hotel room he’d find an empty hallway or a quiet corner so he could have a moment of home. A reprieve from the violence he’d chased and surrounded himself with his entire life, and a much needed reminder of what he’d been able to build out of the ashes of what had burned down around him more than once. The sound of Jack and Emily’s voices, and Evie’s cries and coos in the background, enough to ground him until he could see them again. 

He knew he’d be too late to say goodnight to Jack, that the little boy would have already been tucked up in bed by Emily, safe and secure and loved - everything Aaron had promised Haley in her last moments that he would be. Aaron had never really been sure what he believed in. He’d seen too many awful things, things most people couldn’t even imagine, he struggled to accept that there was a divine being who would let them happen, but if there was something, anything, after this life he hoped Haley was looking down on them and smiling. 

As soon as he opens the front door to his house more of the tension seeps out of his chest, his shoulders loosening as the warmth and the scent of home washes over him. He smiles at the sound of his wife’s singing floating out from the living room as he takes off his shoes and jacket. He unceremoniously dumps his go-bag in the foyer, something he knows Emily will chastise him for later, because he doesn’t want to be apart from them for a moment longer than necessary. 

He stands in the living room doorway, his shoulder resting against the frame as he watches Emily pace back and forth with Evie held securely against her chest. She’s in a pair of his sweatpants, the pant legs rolled up so she wouldn’t trip, and one of his old t-shirts, a pattern of milk stains strewn across it. Her hair is piled on top of her head, a messy bun that has flopped to the side slightly, and he can picture her adjusting it multiple times throughout the day. She looks beautiful, impossibly gorgeous with her cheek resting on Evie’s head as she sings to her. It was something they’d learnt soothed her back when she was pregnant, that Evie’s kicks would quieten down at night when Emily sang to her. 

“Duérmete mi niño, duérmete mi amor

duérmete pedazo de mi corazón.

Este niño mío que nació de noche

quiere que lo lleve a pasear en coche.”

He knows he won’t spook her, that not only would his wife have heard the front door open and close but that she would have seen him out of the corner of her eye as he stepped into the doorway. She was permanently aware of her surroundings, a hangover of when she was at Interpol and then being hunted down by Ian that she would never shake off. He makes sure to keep his voice quiet, aware that not only was she tired but she would kill him if he woke up Evie after she’d worked so hard to calm her. 

“Spanish tonight?” 

She smiles as she looks up at him, her lips pressed against Evie’s head when she nods, “We did French last night.” 

She’d told him from the start, when the idea of a baby was nothing more than hope and joy fizzing beneath their skin, that she wanted their kids to know as many languages as possible. She was teaching Jack how to speak French, eagerly helping him with homework since before she and Aaron were even a couple, and she was determined Evie would be multilingual from the start. 

He smiles and walks over, wrapping his arms around them both as he encourages her as close as he can with Evie between them. Emily leans into him, her lips against his jaw as he sighs contentedly. 

“Hi,” he says, pressing his face into her hair breathing her in as she snorts against him, shifting back just far enough to look at him. 

“I haven’t washed my hair in days,” she says, scrunching up her nose, “It can’t smell great.” 

“You always smell great,” he replies, his hands drifting to her lower back, “I missed you. All of you.” 

“We missed you too,” she says, smiling at him, “Hi,” she adds, seemingly realising she hadn’t said it yet. She leans forward and presses her lips against his, leaning into it for a second before she pulls back, “Welcome home,” she whispers and his smile gets wider and he kisses her again, chasing the comfort she always brought him. She frowns slightly as she pulls back, her hand rubbing circles on Evie’s back to keep her asleep, “Are you okay honey?” 

He sighs and clears his throat. Part of him doesn’t want to bring work into his home, doesn’t want to poison the air with it, but he knows lying to her is useless, that she’d see right through him in a second like he was made of glass. She knew him better than anyone had ever known him, better than he knew himself, and he’d lost the will to keep anything from her years ago.

“I’ll be okay,” he says, his lips pressed together as he clears his throat, “It was just a tough case, that’s all.” 

She hums for a moment before she steps back, pressing several kisses in a row to the top of Evie’s head before she adjusts her hold on her, “Here, take the baby.” 

He smiles, amusement dripping from every pore as he does what she’s asked, never one to argue about time with his baby girl, “I’ve got her.” 

Emily smiles as she lets go of Evie, “Now, stay here and hold her, she’s magic,” she says, kissing the top of Evie’s head before she kisses his cheek and then the corner of his lips, “And I’ll go get you a drink.” 

He sighs, “Em, I just got home I should be looking after you-”

“Quiet you,” she says, no malice in her voice at all as she raises her eyebrow at him, “Hold the magic baby and let her make you feel better. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He doesn’t argue as she disappears from view, shaking his head with amusement as he’s left alone with his little girl. He looks down at Evie, who is still asleep, her round cheek pressed against his chest in such a way her mouth is slightly open, drool dripping down onto his suit jacket. 

“Mommy drools on me when she’s sleeping too, Evie girl,” he says, kissing the top of her head, breathing in the scent of the baby shampoo Emily had spent what felt like hours agonising over. Her focus switching back and forth between two bottles as they both stood in the baby aisle in the store, his world famous patience with her being tested to its limit, “Only the prettiest girls get to do it,” he paces around the room, not because he needs to but out of habit more than anything. Standing still felt wrong these days after two months of pacing and swaying as they tried to get her to sleep, and it made him restless. It had led to Dave gently making fun of him as he paced back and forth at work with a case file in his hands, something he hadn’t even realised he was doing until it was pointed out to him. 

“Jack will probably want to go to the zoo this weekend,” he says, talking just for the sake of it, knowing another thing that had soothed her from the start had been his voice, “We’ll take you too. Mommy will cover you in sunscreen, she does that - you get used to it - and put a big hat on you and you’ll sleep in the wrap against her chest the entire time,” he smiles at the thought of it, and makes a mental note to ensure he has enough storage on his phone, well aware that he’ll take as many photos as possible so he could look at them when he was at work, so he could scroll through photos of Emily, Jack and Evie to remind him of what he had now when he couldn’t be with them, “I think you’ll like the polar bear the best when you get bigger.” 

He could picture it now. Her a wild thing who would run away at any given opportunity, making him consider baby reins for the first time, something he’d grimaced at whenever he saw a parent using them, because she would be like Emily to her very core. Wilful and beautiful and determined to run around because she could. He can’t think of anything better than Saturday afternoons at the zoo with his wife and kids. Of being pulled between Jack and Evie’s favourite exhibits, and those of any other kids they might be lucky enough to have, until he and Emily were run ragged by them. Soft and tired smiles on their faces when they climbed into bed, a toddler between them, as they’d claim never again even though they knew they’d do the very same thing the next weekend. 

It was normal. Achingly and beautifully so, and, for the first time in his life, it was something he was allowing himself to have. 

He smiles and kisses Evie’s head again, the last remaining bit of tension leaves him, his chest lighter for it, and he hears his wife’s footsteps approaching. 

“See,” she says as he looks over at her, a cup of tea in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other, a smile on her face as she watches him rest his cheek on top of Evie’s head, “She’s pure magic.” 

He hums, nodding as he holds his daughter closer and winks at Emily, “Just like her mama.” 

She rolls her eyes just like he knew she would, her cheeks tinged pink at the compliment, and she walks over to him, her lips catching his cheek as she chastises him in a way they both know she doesn’t mean, “Sap.” 

They settle onto the couch together, Evie in Emily’s arms and her in his, Jack safe in his bed upstairs, and Aaron knows there is nothing in the world he’d rather come home to.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

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“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

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[evita-shelby]

12 Days of Smuffmas

December 19th – holly and hair pulling

cw: sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, p in v sex, hair pulling kink

“Do you know where you’re even going?” he asks his witch who leads the way in woods even he hasn’t fully mapped out yet.

“I don’t need to.” She assured him and took him past the multitude of gardens they now own, past fields and into the woods fencing out the outside world.

He wants to stop, to enjoy this sprawling wood he now owns and fuck without the baby or the servants interrupting.

“Later after I find enough holly.” The witch turns with a knowing smile.

There was no need to go look for holly when they can just ask one of the groundskeepers to do it for them.

They would host a few cousins and two aunts from Mexico this year along with his family, Eva wanted perfection for their first Christmas as Mr. and Mrs. Shelby of Arrow House. This demanded she handpick the holly she’d use to decorate the place.

But Tommy’s long learned he has no real power ---nor any desire--- to stop his witch from doing what she pleases.

“You know it’s supposed to ward off witches.” He mentions getting her to stop long enough for him to try and delay her mission. They had enough time; the maids could take care of Charlie while they fooled around here with only God as their witness.

“And Christ was born on Christmas.” She counters with that wit of hers. “I just need it for the wreaths I am making, need everything to be perfect.”

“It will be, Evie. Even if the holly in the wreaths isn’t handpicked by you. “Tommy assures his wife who’s running herself ragged with this family visit.

She wants to make a good impression, show her that just because Tommy wasn’t born into money like them he was worthy of his place in her life.

“Fine, but if my aunt complains about the décor, it’s on you.” She gives up just like she’s been wanting to since she took on this task for no real reason other than to leave the house for a moment.

“We’ve yet to christen these woods like we did with that field, Evie.” Tommy suggests and tugs at the long braid down her back. “The maids will take care of Charlie, and they’ll forget you snapped at them for forgetting the holly you asked for.”

He loves her long hair, loves the softness of it, even if people claim it is unfashionably long. But the gangster loves pulling it and his witch loves it when he’s rough and demanding with her.

“Just let me get this over with, Tom.” It is a half-meant protest, especially coupled with the embarrassment of her lashing out at the maid who forgot to ask her brother, a groundskeeper, for the blasted holly.

“The holly will be waiting for you at the house, what’s her face won’t want to lose her spot as your favorite maid.” The girl probably even left the place bare of the fucking plant just to placate her mistress, Eva was too generous to garner any resentment from her servants least of all that girl with a bastard baby hidden as a nephew in the tenant farms.

“Then what will this walk here be for, don’t like coming back inside empty handed.” The witch acts as if the people they personally vetted would care to judge them for their eccentricities.

These were people aware they don’t want to fuck with Tommy, people who owe this second chance at a job to them and don’t waste their time spreading gossip towards their benefactors.

“Your husband wants to disturb the spirits of these woods with you. Against a tree preferably.” The gangster takes advantage of her stillness ---the woman was always so restless even worse than him some days--- and takes her pretty face in his hands hoping to move her if not with speech but maybe with a kiss or two.

Eva had no intentions of leaving the woods unfucked either way, so what if they came back with an empty basket?

“It would be nice to finish what we started this morning.” His wife is reminded how close they’d been from finishing when the baby cried for her.

She is putty in his hands, just as he is in hers. Two years of marriage had made them experts in how to please each other, how to get them to give in to this unending lust that’s not extinguished after their first of four children was born.

In fact, Thomas Shelby could wager its only gotten worse. Especially after having to wait so long to fuck again.

“Have I told you how much I enjoy seeing you wear these?” his hands roam and settle for squeezing the fine ass her tailor-made trousers show off so well the man of the house can’t think of anything else but fucking her from behind. He has half a mind to bring up that fancy lubricant they bought once when she let him fuck her ass on their first wedding anniversary.

“Plenty, do you remember this particular pair I’m wearing?” Eva asks almost purring as she toyed with the buttons of his own pants.

“How could I, love. You and those trousers are the work of the devil.” How could he forget, first time he’d seen her out of her fashionable skirts and dresses and had every man in Small Heath look at what belonged to him. Tommy was just as possessive of her as she was of him, in no time he’d bent her over his desk, pulled her hair as the smell of sex and the sounds of wild fucking filled his tiny office in the betting shop.

“You’re mine, my property.” He’d said and affirmed his words with a slap of her ass just as he’d done that day.

She loves being treated roughly by him, some nights soft and gentle lovemaking doesn’t cut it. Sometimes Tommy needs to be taken in hand by his witch of a wife and others the gangster needs to put her in her place.

Maybe a hard fuck against the tree might set his wife to rights.

“Maybe Mr. Shelby needs to remind me that more often.” She teases reading his mind like she always does and drops the basket to show how willing she is to fuck here with only the ghosts and the god they have little confidence in as their audience.

“Maybe he should.” He growls as he backs her against the nearest tree and harshly turns her around with her pretty face to the tree and her wonderful rear-end pressed against his hardening cock.

Buttons fly as he yanks her pants down and sheaths himself in her sweet cunt with a hand instinctively reaching to pull at her braid to swallow those first gasps and moans she lets out. Shelby is not at all to find her as wet and ready as she had been that day, he doesn’t need to do much when the cold air and the thrill of getting caught have the same effect as him rubbing her pussy through the fabric and her tits rubbing against the rough bark.

“No one but you and me here, love.” He keeps his hold on the braid tight and is rewarded with a louder moan as he reminds her they are alone at last.

She doesn’t hold back, doesn’t bite her lip to keep quiet and, right when he drives her to the first of many orgasms, the witch cries out his name so loudly she sent the birds flying away from the place.

Whatever ghosts exist here, they sure would feel as if he’d fucked them too by the time they’re done.

[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 56

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x OC

Summary = Tommy is once again distracted by something leaving Ana wondering what's he up to now? She visits her parents who have a surprise for her.

Warnings = Language...Grammar...Death mentioned....violence implied...fluff...cute moments

Word Count = 1931

Note = Okay so here we are baby name revealed. I don't know if anyone reading this remembers the poll we did in regards to the names but it has been used as this story is for you guys and all your overwhelming support. Hope you Enjoy this cuteness overload 💙

Wasn’t it crazy how your life could change all in one night? All in a matter of hours because of a small, innocent baby. The pain I had felt during childbirth had completely subsided the moment I held my daughter in my hands. Ever since that night, I threw myself completely into motherhood. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. It felt right, this was meant for me.

Roselle Penelope Shelby became the light of my universe. Despite all the pain that occurred over the years, she made everything so much better. Roselle even had my mother smiling which was a rarity after her vicious attack. My mother had returned to tailoring making the most beautiful dresses and sleepsuits for her granddaughter. It was like the light had returned for her. She now had a purpose in life again. At least that’s how she was seeing Roselle.

As for Tommy, I had never seen him so devoted before. But this remained mostly behind closed doors. All of his men became aware Tommy was now a father. A few of the lower-ranked men believed it made him soft. Tommy was quick to shoot down any of that talk of that notion. He wouldn’t tell me exactly how it was dealt with, in fact, all he said was he had a word with them but there was a darkness in his eyes when he would talk about it. Any further meeting I witnessed he had with his men, the younger of them all seemed a lot more terrified.

The message was delivered, Tommy was not to be messed with nor was Roselle or I and he made that perfectly clear to every one of his men.

I pushed my daughter in her pram along the street of Small Heath towards my parent's home. I was in deep thought, Tommy was up to something. He wouldn’t tell me what, he was once again secretive which annoyed me. But deep down I knew I trusted him, I trusted that he would tell me in his own time. I push Roselle in her pram, she slept soundly under a little blanket her uncle Arthur had purchased for her a few days after she was born.

He was another man who had the coldest look in his eyes if he felt like someone was threatening his niece. Before getting to know Arthur, I would have never said he was a child-friendly man. In fact, I always would have said he hated children and didn’t have time for them. But seeing him around John’s kids and now Roselle I could admit I was wrong. He was the perfect uncle.

Walking past my parent's home I was in shock to see they had the tailor shop opened for business. I couldn’t believe it. People were coming and going dropping off garments or collecting them. I felt like time had stopped as I was hit with the memories of happier times. It felt like life was finally moving in the right direction. Pushing my pram into the shop I stood next to my former desk, looking around my family’s tailor shop.

I look over to the table opposite mine, formerly my brother James’ table and a sad smile crosses my face. I looked down at my daughter, he would have loved to meet her. I would have loved for him to meet her. It was conversations we used to have together, especially when he got with Martha and me with Tommy. We planned out these play dates with our children that now would never happen. The thought brought a tear to my eye, my heart felt tight. It had been a few years since he died trying to save me and I missed him every single day.

Inhaling softly I turned away from my brother’s table, looking at my own. This was where I started to come into my own person and not just a follower of my parents. This was where I made my first full suit for John Shelby and multiple dresses and skirts for Polly. But my favourite memory was the night Tommy came into the shop, kneeling before me to place the boots he purchased on my feet. It was the first time he ever got on bended knee for me. A fond memory for sure, I couldn’t help but feel giddy.

I was so lost in my thoughts, that my father had to make a noise behind me to bring my attention towards him and my mother who were both standing with big grinning smiles. I eyed them carefully as my mother rushed forward to see my daughter, smiling softly as she placed a hand on my shoulder. She still couldn’t bring herself to speak but I could see it in her eyes. She was proud of me. Finally.

“A….na” My father spoke slowly, his voice still rusty and low due to the lack of movement of his tongue. But he never gave up. He was even more determined now Roselle was born. Like my mother, she had given him a new lease of life. A new want to keep going and stick around.

“Hi father, Mother” I smiled at them both. My mother looked up from looking at Roselle and ushered me towards my father. The pair were acting suspiciously.

I walked into the back of the shop, and my mother wheeled my daughter closer to me towards the back of the shop and away from the door. Not much had changed back here either except that my mother’s desk was hidden behind the room divider we used to offer our clients to change behind to get some privacy.

“Is everything okay?” I asked softly looking up, I noticed a piece of white lace on my father’s table but didn’t think anything of it. He was a tailor, after all, we used a multitude of fabrics to create different garments for people.

“y….yes,” My father nodded, a proud smile on his face. “T…Tommy talk…” He tried to talk only to spot and wince in pain before pointing at me to finish his question.

“We talk but he hasn’t told me anything. He didn’t mention speaking with you or mother either” I shook my head, tilting it to the right slightly in confusion.

“Ahh,” My father nodded, looking at my mother with a grin. It quickly became clear that whatever Tommy was planning, he included my parents in it.

That thought made me smile. Not only did it mean that Tommy wasn’t doing anything dangerous or life-threatening but it meant he was more accepting of my parents. Trying to include them in our lives more. It felt like he understood that, despite my rocky past with my parents, I still needed them. I didn’t want our daughter to grow up and not know who her family was. Especially with the business her father was in. Family was important and may not always be around, so she needed all the support she could get.

“What’s going on?” I asked, “What has Tommy told you?”

My parents smiled both walking to either side of the room divider and moving it off to the side to reveal a beautifully made wedding dress. It was a cold shoulder style, with a delicate, lace, floral design all over the bodice. There were more lace flowers around the waist creating a belt around my waist. The silhouette of the dress was layered chiffon, with a satin underskirt. The hemline just graced the wooden floor, it was honestly the most beautiful dress I had ever laid my eyes on.

“For, you” My father spoke, a tear in his eye as he took in my reaction to the dress. I looked at my mother who was crying, her hands placed over her nose and mouth in a triangle shape at the reveal.

“M…My wedding dress?” I asked breathlessly. My emotions were all over the place I couldn’t believe it. This dress was much more than I could ever imagine. It was more than ever expected. I don’t think I could have found a better dress in a shop. This was everything.

“G…g…good?” My father asked softly stepping forward.

“Amazing” I whispered rushing forward to hug him tightly, crying into his chest. I ushered my mother over with my arm hugging them both tightly. “Thank you, thank you so much”

I stayed in the arms of my parents for a good five minutes before pulling away and wiping the tears from my eyes. Laughing softly. This was a complete 180-degree change in our dynamic. I couldn’t get over the changes and it was all down to me meeting Thomas Shelby for the first time four years previous.

“Wait, wait does that mean? Has Tommy spoken to you about our wedding?” I asked my parents, the realisation hitting me. Why else had my parents made a wedding dress for me unless Tommy had mentioned something? Did he mention something?

“A…ask him” My father chuckled peering into the pram. Roselle was awake, cooing away. Her small chubby little fingers grabbed at the air and then my father’s finger. I noticed my father’s eyes on me silently asking if he could lift her out which I agreed to. My mind wandered to my potential wedding. Was that in fact what Tommy was planning?

******

Later that evening I was home alone with Roselle, singing softly to her as I stared out the window of my apartment. The dark night had now taken over and I had yet to see Tommy all day, whatever he was doing kept him busy. Just as the thought entered my head I heard the front door open, looking over my shoulder I noticed Tommy walking in removing his peaked cap and fluffing out his hair.

“Everythin alrigh love?” Tommy asked shrugging off his coat and hanging it up. In a few long strides, he was over next to us, softly caressing the back of Roselle’s head. “How’s me girls tonight eh?”

“We went and visited her grandma and papa this afternoon” I answered, my eyebrows slightly raised as I looked at him, waiting for him to divulge some information on what was going on.

“Is that right? And how was that visit?” Tommy smirked not giving anything away. His blue eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked down into my eyes.

“Very good, they made me a wedding dress” I answered smiling up at him before handing over our daughter. Almost instantly she cuddled into the lapel of his suit jacket, she was only a few weeks old and already she was a daddy’s girl.

“Tha right? That’s good, you’ll need it” Tommy chuckled holding our daughter close. Every so often his eyes would move down towards her and then back towards me.

“For when?” I asked licking my lips as I moved into the kitchen to make some tea.

“Tomorrow” Tommy chuckled, his index finger gently caressing the side of Roselle’s face. I dropped the teaspoon I was going to use to make the tea once the teapot boiled to the floor. The noise stirred Roselle but not too much as she inhaled her father’s scent and settled once again.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I told ya, once I had the soldier dealt with we were getting married,” Tommy explained looking up at me

“This soon though?” I asked surprised

“I’m not waiting another day” He answered with a smile that lit up his eyes. I chuckle nervously looking at him and shaking my head softly.

I am getting married tomorrow.

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[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: Hi everyone, I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks at college between assignments, deadlines and presentations, so this chapter is a tiny one. Hope you guys enjoy it.

masterlist / ao3

CHAPTER XII: CHANGING WINDS

As things slowly settled and arrange themselves. All Ophiuchus wishes to do is show his mate his court, is pick her brain about anything and everything.

He catches the moment Taran and Daphne slowly start to make conversation with her. Slowly pulling her from the shell she seems to have around herself.

“She does that a lot,” a voice moves him away from his thoughts and he turns his head slightly to see the High Lady of Night, and his mate older sister glancing towards where he was looking, “ever since she was but a babe, long before she was made, retreat into her mind.” She adds, before looking at him. “She does seems comfortable with you and your court.”

“I’d like to think so.” Ophiuchus hums. “But that’s not what you want to say to me.” he adds, because it isn’t, her shoulders are tense and she’s going back and forth saying whatever she’s about to say.

“She’s a child.” Feyre’s voice is lined with protectiveness, with worry and slight grief, “She’s been through a lot in the past years. So be patient with her.”

“I do not intend on hurting my mate.” He says back, normally he wouldn’t even entertain replying, specially considering what could be seen as a the veiled implication in the words, but his mate. His lovely sweet-eyed girl seems close to her family so a bit of unusualness on his behavior isn’t Ill warranted.

“I don’t believe you do,” Feyre hums, “when do you plan on leaving?”

“As soon as all is settled which seems like any moment now. Considering we’ve all decided our next steps. The quicker we move, the quicker we will have answers.”

“At least we have time to gather those, things here tend to be more of a ‘it’s-already-happening-and-you’re-only-now-being-made-aware.”

“So I’ve heard...”

“Gossip travels fast, as the wind doesn’t it.”

“Yes, it does. Spymasters help though, for those of us who aren’t Daemati that is.”

Feyre just gives a nod.

“The wards are ready if you are to leave.” Kallias says, approaching the two. “But I ask you to wait Feyre, Vivianne has something she has for your baby.”

“For Nyx?” Feyre says surprised.

“Some tradition on her region of the court is to gift a protection token to the children of friends once they’re born, she wasn’t familiar with human customs so we were waiting for his first birthday.” Kallias explains, as Rhysand moves standing beside Feyre a curious look in his eyes. “Yet considering all going on she though fitting.”

Vivianne arrives then with a box, “he had to ruin the surprised apparently… here.”

“That’s…” Feyre’s voice is awfully touched before she even opens it, “By the Mother Vivianne is beautiful, thank you.” In her hands was an woven blanket with protective runes in a dark grey color.

“The runes will make sure he’s warm,” Vivianne says with a small smile, “and also will keep the blanket from tangling on him.”

“Thank you.” Rhysand says.

And Ophiuchus has a feeling that something deeper was just resolved by the gifting of the blanket.

Yet the rather peaceful and harmonious atmosphere vanishes when in one second he feels something tightening in his chest, his fingertips feel cold and a noise of glass breaking.

He turns around to find his mate unconscious being held up by Daphne.

“Not again,” Nesta says, beating him to approaching her, as Daphne gets her to one of the chaise chairs in the room.

Nesta is quietly reaching for her wrist and he moves blindly kneeling bedside her trying to figure out what’s wrong. He’s about to ask why all other three sisters seem relatively calm when Reverie’s eyes flutter slightly an soon enough she’s awake again, blinking quickly, a small frown settling on her beautiful face.

“Less than a minute,” Elain says to her.

“Careful,” Nesta says as she helps her sit up.

“Here,” Elain says, handing her a glass of water.

Ophiuchus frowns when her hands are shaking, almost violently as she takes the glass and brings it to her lips.

“Before you ask no she’s not sick, it’s chronic has happened ever since the Calderon and it’s not contagious whatsoever.” Nesta says, her tone cold as she fixes Ophiuchus with a half glare, that reads protectiveness.

“Are you feeling okay?” Ophiuchus ignores the eldest Archeron his focus on his mate.

Reverie nods, but her eyes drop away from his the second they meet, she moves giving back the glass to Elain. “are we to go now?” She asks quietly.

“I believe we are to, unless you don’t feel like traveling yet.”

“No, we can go.” Reverie says.

“We will settle things, give you time to say your farewells,” Ayla says and moves pulling at Ophiuchus arm so he moves.

….

“You sure you’re okay?” Feyre says moving to sit beside Reverie.

“I am,” the female nods and her eyes catch the blanket. “Oh that’s lovely. It’s for Nyx?”

“Viviane’s gift.” Feyre says with a nod, “but Ria, don’t change the subject.”

“As I said to Nesta, I will be fine.” Reverie sighs, “it’s good that it happened here, they know that it’s not that much of a big deal.”

“It will always be a big deal you dropping out of nowhere.” Nesta says shaking her head.

“It will get better, it already is much better,” Elain says quietly, squeezing her sister’s hand.

“Okay…” Feyre breathes in, “you are to write, and warn us if you need something, anything, we shall get it to you.”

“I will.” Reverie nods.

“And if you want to come ba-“

“I will call Nesta,” Reverie reassured once again.

“Just say the word and we get you, Little Sister.” Cassian says.

Reverie nods.

“Nyx will miss you,” Feyre says, softly.

“And I him, but we will meet soon, yeah?”

Feyre nods, “come on we three will walk you to the winnow point.”

The goodbyes to the others are quick but kind and soft. Her sister’s found families, the ones who have treated her with kindness and understanding.

Nesta loops her arm with Reverie’s as they move towards the exit of the winter castle.

“He will take care of you, I feel like.” Nesta says quietly, which coming from her is a lot. “he didn’t waver or blink towards me even when I pushed him, his eyes and attention hasn't left you at any moment. He might be discreet about it but it’s clearly there.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“You’re worried.”

“How couldn’t I be?”

“Fair. You would be foolish not to.” Nesta says, “but in no sugar coating…”

“You wouldn’t do such.”

“No I wouldn’t,” Nesta smiles, “mating bonds are so veneered for a reason. He’ll figure you out, and you him. Things will be okay.”

“I hope so.”

“Well Lainey seems pretty convicted.”

“That’s true.” Reverie replies, as their shoes crunch as they walk over the snowy trail to the place where the Dusk Court members are.

….

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[thiefoflight68]

Just A Silly Writer!

My Masterlist

Hello and welcome to my Tumblr account. I post my fanfic writings in Fanfiction, A03, Inkett, Quotev & Wattpad. Everything is under my user id Thiefoflight68.

I consider myself a girl but use She/They as I am pansexual. I generally write Fanfiction, play Dungeons & Dragons and walk on the beach all the time with my dog listening to music for my fics. I love music and try to put some good songs into my stories to help get the vibe of the scene. I do try to keep characters as canon as possible but I like to change up personalities so that it's not always the same for my readers (and myself). I mainly write MHA at the moment. I've also started doing Fem Reader Inserts and am enjoying those.

It's finally happened - I wrote a fanfics that are not MHA!!

And now I am working on my first ORIGINAL work!! Doing a werewolf romance, since I love the monster genre. 😉

Current Fanfic WIPs:

The Golden Dragon - Born half-human / half-dragon and cursed for eternity doesn't do much for your self-esteem. Katsuki Bakugou discovers that not only is he cursed to be brutally murdered by humans his entire existence, he manages to make other half-dragons along the way. Now they have to find a way to fulfill the prophecy of love… if you believe in that shit. Which Katsuki doesn't. But he does want to find the one dragon that has managed to get away. In their search they end up working at a new restaurant started by Shouta Aizawa, a Greek literature professor? Is he a chef? Or is this a front to take down one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the city, Kai Chisaki? Are you confused yet? So am I… but damn this is fun.

The Kingdom of the Six Pillars - Being pulled into another world through a magic portal only happens in stories, right? Not for Izuku Midoriya. Finding himself in a strange realm, he has been brought to the Kingdom of the Six Pillars as a Magical Transfer. This world only is able to survive by the magic created between a bonded pair of a Transfer and a Pillar. Except Transfers must have magic to be bonded and as Izuku steps into the dark water, it shows... nothing. Now stuck in this world for as long as it takes for a bonded pair to form, Izuku decides to explore and discover the world around him.

Current Original WIPs:

Starting on my first original work y'all!! So excited to introduce Kash and Meghan.

Denying Fate - Kash Lomas is the oldest of six siblings that are part of his father's werewolf pack. Being the marked or future Alpha of his pack, Kash has wanted to deny his destiny and to separate from his wolf heritage ever since he was a child. Meghan McCauley is trying to pull her life back together after a nasty breakup. Exhausted from a long and unfruitful business trip, Meg wants nothing more than to go home. Stopping at one last bank in a dusty town in New Mexico, she meets Trevor Lomas and discovers she is the fated pair for his oldest son. Neither one are interested in anything fate wants to serve them, but events unfold that make them aware that this bond might be necessary to save the pack.

My Works:

One Shots -

My Egg Assignment - Fluffy eggshot about class 1A being assigned actual eggs to simulate having a baby to educate them on parenthood... Maybe? Izuku takes the assignment very seriously and notices Kacchan's egg is mysteriously missing.

Waiting for The Ghost King - Fluffy one shot of Xie Lian on Mount Tiacang alone.

Broken Heat - MCU Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson. Omegaverse plot bunny challenge.

A Cowboy in Chaps - A fun Sero x Reader off of my new Western AU Second Chance Ranch (not yet posted).

Taming Of The Crew - Sequel to @succibisblog story 4M/1F Bakusquad GB with fluff (gotta have my fluff) Bakugsqaud x Fem!Reader insert

The New Employee - Reader request for an edgy but soft 6M/1F Bakusquad gangbang with fluff Bakusquad x Fem!Reader

The Drop - Baku/Eijiro x Fem!Reader - A BDSM series Part One

The Scene - Part Two

WIP Third Part - Someday, I promise. It's written but I don't love it and I won't publish what I don't love! SIGH

Kirishima Drives Like A Maniac - Highjacked from I Will Always Love You. Funny one shot - Kirishima x Fem!Reader

What If You Couldn't Sweat Kacchan? - This is a K+ (language) silly one shot for a competition - Baku/Deku

Reaching For Gold - Shoji's Wish - This is a request from a reader for a one shot from Reaching For Gold - Baku/Deku/Shoji Smut

My long Fics -

Second Chance Ranch - When life hasn’t gone the way you wanted, shouldn’t you get a second chance? Bakugou found himself trying to get a job to restart after being released from prison but fate had other ideas. A chance meeting brought him to the Midoriya Family Ranch, also known as Second Chance Ranch by the ex-convicts that had made a new life there. But is he the only one needing a second chance? Destiny seems to have brought him here to be the rescuer as much to be rescued.

Bullet Point - Baku/Todo After the loss of their friend and the government revoking their Pro Hero licenses. Several members of the 1A class have become detectives. During their investigation they began unraveling a mystery that may lead them to understanding what happened to their friend or to their own deaths.

I Will Always Love You - Baku/Deku Bakusquad on tour as a professional music band. Super hot Shinso/Ojiro side ship, they about steal the show.

Let's Give Them Something To Talk About - A Small Town Romance- Baku/Deku with side ship of Sero/Kiri

Reaching for Gold - Baku/Deku with side ship of Miro/Sero - Sports Romance

A Succulent Prize (Written in a COVID Fever - so just...) Baku/Deku strange little story - Romance + ? (I adore all my fics but this weird ass story is my low key favorite.)

Open For Business - Baku/Deku - My first and super sweet Romance - Hurt Comfort but a little rambling LOL

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 169

Chapter 169: "Perfect Scores"

Peter rambling on about how if it wasn't for him and his clan, all the children wouldn't have even existed as if that's something they should be happy about, like yeah, being alive is a good thing, but certainly not when you're struggling to survive in a world that wants you dead and served on a silver platter. If this was the kind of world I knew I was being born into, I'd simply wouldn't wanna be part of it either.

Ahh these Lucas flashbacks hurt my heart in all the right ways. Seriously one of the best dads in the series. Kinda unfortunate that Yuugo is disregarded here but I understand that Oliver & the other GP kids knew Lucas for far longer and acted more as their father figure over those many years compared to the short time they knew Yuugo. Also that small panel of Zack single-handedly taking down one of the Ratri men brings me great joy.

Oliver truly was the best person for this kind of scene too. While all the kids currently partaking in this raid had some sort of connection to Yuugo or Lucas, the bond between Oliver & Lucas was definitely showed more frequently with how well their backstories, dreams and leadership skills connected to each other. The only one who might have had a stronger father-child relationship would be Ayshe but with how late she was introduced into the story, it might not have been as impactful to us as readers as we've known both Oliver & Lucas for longer while we've only seen Ayshe's father during one chapter. I doubt Ayshe would openly speak towards Peter anyways. Not to mention that Oliver has more a personal grudge against him since the bastard did permit the hunting at Goldy Pond. Regardless, I'm glad Ayshe is still included here and how pissed off Oliver is.

That kick of Hayato's is absolutely fantastic. Such a good boy for lending Oliver's group some assistance.

Ah, right, the gupna. I always forget that's necessary. The ceremony does take away some worry about the Ratri killing the children instantly, but the fear of being shot at still remains.

Zack taking down a grown man is one thing, considering the lad is about 20 now, but seeing Ray being capable of the same thing at 13 is freaking hilarious. These Ratri men are pathetic.

Pfftt, I have no memory of Gillian's comment here but I love it. Emma is also correct in a funny kind of way too. Of course we all know Peter is pretty much on his own right now and how that changes when the moms & sisters show up, only that relief is brief as they reveal their betrayal, so Emma's words remain true despite everything. Would've been great if she had repeated herself to him once everyone was aware the ladies switched sides. It would humor me very much.

Eeehehe, the fact this one moment filled me with fear but now just makes me all giddy is amazing. Naturally I love how Ray has a different reaction from Norman & Emma being surprised as my boy looks like he's five seconds away from running up to Isabella and punching her in the face.

I know she's taunting them and holding onto her facade for a couple seconds longer, but she honestly looks so proud of Emma. The kids really did accomplish so much over the past couple years. They're incredible.

The mention about despair and not giving up reminds me of Isabella's words to Emma way back during ch31 which is a nice callback I think. & only thought of this now, but the panel showing a reflection of Isabella in Emma's eye and Emma shown through the scope of Isabella's gun shown above is a clever way to show how they're both in each other's sights, figuratively and literally.

Favorite panel/moment:

If y'all ever wondered the exact moment I fell in love with this woman, THIS IS IT! Ooohh baby, I was so pleasantly surprised to have this badass woman and the rest of the wonderful ladies on our side! No doubt one of my favorite moment outta the whole series!

To be able to catch the current villain, our protagonists and all the readers off guard at once is certainly an amazing achievement.

"YES. ISN'T IT OBVIOUS?"

[glassbead-xx]

So I’ve been listening to Ai Higuchi’s ed song nonstop since I saw the Attack on Titan finale two days ago (I couldn’t see it the day it was released) and I’ve been crying all that time

Because that’s what happens when the series you grew up to adulthood with finally ends

10 years ago, when the first season had just finished airing, I watched it and loved it. Then I read the manga and loved it. I was 16 back then. Every month, since December 2013, I would wait for a new chapter. When it ended in April 2021, I had recently turned 24. Today, as I’m crying and coping with the end of the anime, I’m 26

There’s just so much about the finale, and the series as a whole, that I love and that I can talk about all the time. I didn’t originally put my thoughts about chapter 139 two years ago because I was part of the minority that liked it. Now that I feel somewhat vindicated, I think I can look back and say that it was a wonderful story, and many will agree

It’s not that happy, but it’s really hopeful. You just have to look in the little moments, like Armin told Zeke in the end

And I’m sure now that Yuki Kaji and Marina Inoue were born to play Eren and Armin. They both have memorable characters that I love, and I know they will both have amazing careers for many years to come, but in 80 years, when talking about them, Eren and Armin will be their eternal legacy

Yui Ishikawa’s legacy will probably be Violet Evergarden, but she was the perfect Mikasa. To me, Eren, Armin and Mikasa are among the best trios in anime and the best trios in all of fiction, their friendship is as precious as it is tragic

And speaking of tragic, Eren and Mikasa, they are the most tragic couple in anything I’ve ever seen in my life. The worst part is that they both loved each other, and Eren was aware of it, but never did anything about it, and I get sad thinking about it.

Also, the baby in the cliff? That was already sad but when I saw the news it broke me. Four years ago, Yuki Kaji, who I already said voices Eren, got married to another actress, Ayana Taketatsu. The baby in the cliff was voiced by Yuki and Ayana’s baby. It’s poetic and beautiful and tragic and everything I will associate with this story forever

My headcanons/theories that I will die with are that Armin and Annie got married, so did Gabi and Falco. Anything else is fair game. Who married who and how many children they had, I’m open to all kinds of interpretations, I just know that they all lived long happy lives like Eren wanted, and that they never had to fight in any wars ever again

The music, the voice acting, the animation and the expanded conversation between Eren and Armin made the finale from one I liked to one I absolutely adored, and I’m honored to have this story while growing up to adulthood

This story has been a part of me for 10 years of my life now. I still have lots of stories to love, but this one will always have a special place in my heart. I will remember every reaction I had, every theory, my awe with the anime openings, my excitement when I found out that Gabi and Falco would be voiced by the actors I wanted, Ayane Sakura and Natsuki Hanae. I will reread the manga, rewatch the anime, and make lots of bird jokes for many years to come

So thanks to the staff, both at Wit Studios and Mappa, to the voice cast, to the musicians, and to Hajime Isayama, who gave 12 years of his life and his entire heart to this story. I will always love it, forever

To the story that gave its heart to the bitter end, thanks and goodbye 💙💚🤍

[cloudlessly-light]

You take a piece of me with you (part 1/2)

A/N: Hey all you wonderful people! This is an idea that I couldn’t get out of my head, it’s not porn I know, but I hope you still enjoy this! Summary: They had been close to catching Damian Hall for months, but he had always managed to get away. His sights are set on the BAU, and with him comes memories Aaron had tried to forget. Word Count: 2,4k Rating: Teen (What not filth who is this?) Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mention or murder, hurt, hurt/comfort, angst

When Aaron falls in love with Emily, it’s hard and fast and as luck would have it, she loves him too. It happens after she’s come back from Paris, their timing finally right and he just knows that it will last forever. He never voices it out loud, but she knows, just by looking at him. The dimple in his cheek, the softness of his eyes, the way he touches her like she’s something precious, it’s more than enough for her to know too.

She comes back from Paris and a year later they are moving in together, and he has put a ring on her finger. He loves her, and he had never imagined that he would feel this way again. She takes him and his flaws, loves him and Jack with her entire heart and he knows that was something that had once terrified her. She had always been guarded, had worried that she couldn’t be what Jack needed, had thought that she wasn’t enough for him. But as it turned out, she was more than enough, she was everything.

When she got pregnant they weren’t trying. Emily had given up the thoughts of ever having biological children even before Ian Doyle, any resemblance of hope dying when he pushed the wood through her stomach. Aaron had never really dared to ask if she had actually seen a doctor, he didn’t want to remind her of the worst days of her life. But then she pees on a stick one night when Aaron was working late, Jack asleep down the hall.

She almost passes out when she sees the second pink line, her hand shaking and tears in her eyes making them blurry, but it’s there and that’s the exact moment Aaron walks through the door. She’s sitting on the bathtub’s edge when he finds her, still holding the pregnancy test, barely even aware that he was there.

“Emily, sweetheart?” He asks carefully, not sure what’s frazzled his fiancé but worry immediately making his heart beat harder in his chest.

She looks up at him with shining eyes and a smile that’s somehow excited and tense at the same time. When she holds the pregnancy up his eyebrows knit together in confusion, before he too sees the second pink line and for a moment he thinks his heart might actually leap out of his chest from the love he feels for her.

“You-you’re pregnant?” He asks as he falls to his knees in front of her, one hand on her cheek and the other hovering over her stomach.

“Apparently?” The sound leaving her is a mix of a laugh and a sob and his warm thumb brushes a few tears away from her cheek. “I didn’t think it was possible, I just took it on a whim, and I-I-” She rambled when his lips on hers cut her off.

“We’re having a baby.” He whispers when they break apart, his forehead pressed against hers.

 *

 Six years later and Aaron is getting his daughter ready for her second week of kindergarten, braiding her hair and failing miserably.

“Ugh, mom!” Joanna complains when he accidentally pulls her hair too tight. “Daddy can’t do it like you do.”

“Give your dad a break, sweetheart.” Emily sends an encouraging look to her husband. Joanna had been a whirlwind ever since she was born, a copy of her mother with Aaron’s decisiveness and serious frown. “You wanted dad to do your hair.”

“But mom!” She pouts and Aaron has to fight the way she looks exactly like Emily does when she’s being told something she doesn’t like.

“What do you say about a bun instead? Daddy is good at those.” Emily pours her daughter orange juice as she waits for the toast to finish. She loved the simple domesticated life they had, if only for an hour or two before they had to head to work.

“Yeah!” Joanna turns to her dad with a smile, “can you do a bun, please?”

“Of course, Jo.” He kisses her forehead quickly and then proceeds to undo the first braid that he had managed to do. He puts her long, dark hair into a bun and chuckles when she bolts towards the mirror in the hallway.

“You know she get’s that attitude from you, sweetheart.” He tells Emily as she places their daughter’s breakfast down.

“She does not!” She argues and Aaron raises an amused eyebrow in return.

“That’s not what Elizabeth says. And I’m sorry to say, that attitude is all you, sweetheart.” He quips and the look she sends him would have been intimidating if he didn’t know she loved him.

“My mother is not someone we listen to when it comes to parenting advice.” Emily says just as Joanna comes back into the kitchen, Jack in tow. He was in high school now, taller than Emily and close to celebrating his 16th birthday.

“Morning Jack.” Aaron greeting his son who grunted in return, he had somehow inherited Emily’s hate for early mornings.

“Morning.” He grumbled and sat down next to his sister, quickly stuffing toast in his mouth.

“Can Jack walk me to school today?” Joanna asked and that seemed to do the trick, Jack smiling lightly at her. She had been his soft spot ever since she was born, even now she had him wrapped around her finger.

“I don’t know…” Aaron started, Joanna being in school was still new and as much as he trusted Jack, it felt strange not to be the one dropping his youngest off.

“It’s on the way to my school, I can do it.” Jack said and when Joanna all but bounced beside him happily, Emily was quick to jump in.

“Of course Jack can walk with you honey.” She saw Aaron tensing slightly in front of her, he had always been the overprotective one, always needed a little push when it came to their daughter. “But you call us if there’s any problem, okay?” She pushed some of Jack’s sandy blonde hair away from his forehead before meeting Aaron’s anxious gaze. “Stop worrying.” She said as her lips tugged into a smirk, she knew how badly Aaron wanted to argue with her but in the end shrugged.

“Joanna, you listen to everything Jack says, okay?” He holds his daughter’s eye and she nods, her grin wide. It’s the same look Emily would have after winning an argument, and he silently wondered when the three of them decided to gang up on him.

 *

 Aaron got a text just as they arrived at Quantico that Joanna was in school, a picture of the two of them in front of the school attached to the message and he smiled at his son’s diligence.

“Told you it would be fine.” Emily bumped her hip against his and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pushing her closer as they went up in the elevator.

“Just let me worry about my children, and the fact that they’re getting older.” He says before pressing a kiss to her temple.

“It’s strange, they seem to grow up but I just keep getting younger.” Emily hums happily when he chuckles, his lips still against her temple. It’s a few seconds to just be them, before the elevator door opens and the buzz from the office forces them to break apart.

It’s Penelope that rushes towards them first, her high heels clicking against the floor as she looks at them wide eyed.

“He’s back, he’s in DC!” She tells them frantically, her phone in one hand just about to call Aaron and a stack of files tucked under her arm that she hands him.

“Who?” Emily asks while she sees Aaron’s jaw clenching in her peripheral, already catching on before the blonde gets the chance to tell them.  

“Damien Hall.” He says and Penelope nods. The unsub had been on their radar for months, but every time they got close he would go underground, forcing them to move on to other cases. He was one of the worst they’d seen in years, managing to kill men and women without so much as a trace. Last time they had been close to catching him but he had managed to slip away with a threat of vengeance, his new goal to always outsmart the BAU.

“He was picked up on a security camera at the buss station.” Penelope continued as they all headed towards the briefing room. JJ was already there, looking over the videotape of the unsub getting off a bus as she talked to Spencer on the phone.

“… Yeah that sounds good. Hurry though.” She finishes the call, tension on her face as she looks at the trio just walking through the door. “Spence and Morgan are on their way.”

“Hall wants something, he wouldn’t show up in DC if he didn’t have a plan.” Emily said as she grabbed one of the files already on the table.

“He swore he’d get us, I think it’s safe to say he’s going to try and make good on his promise.” Aaron remained standing, his eyes zeroed in on his own file.

“You don’t think he’d come here to Quantico? He wouldn’t be that stupid.” Penelope asked as she turned on her computer just as Dave walked into the room with boxes of reports of Hall’s victims.

“No he’s not that desperate. He’s probably planned for something since last time when we almost caught him.” JJ added as she sat down next to Emily at the table as they both start to dig out everything from the box Dave’s placed in front of them.

“Question is what.” Aaron agreed with a sigh as he picked up his phone, there was no way they’d get home early enough to pick up Joanna from school. With that thought in mind he dialed Jessica’s number, the woman still a pillar of support to them even now. “Hey Jess, can you pick up Jo today? We’ll probably be in late today.” He smiled as she agreed with a light laugh, always ready to save the day.

After he’s hung up they get to work, reading through files and papers they’ve put into boxes to be saved for this day. They all knew that they would end up reading through it all again, had prepared for the day Hall would show up again. They studied the footage of him in the bus station, Penelope disappeared into her office to see if he had left any other digital trace and to look through camera footage hoping to see where he was going.

They work for hours, throwing out theories and ideas but all of them knowing that without a victim, they’d have very little to go on. It’s a thought that no one wants to utter out loud, but is on everybody’s mind.

“He alternates between men and women.” Dave sighs heavily “So he’ll most likely go for a man next.”

“They’re all between 25 and 35.” JJ cranes her neck as she speaks, the tension in her shoulders clear.

“They’re all Caucasian.” Emily adds as she places the paper tray of coffees on the table that she had run down to buy.

“Looking at the people he’s murdered, he’ll probably go looking for his next victim on the streets. They’ve all been homeless, drug addicts and prostitutes.” Spencer who’s standing by the whiteboard turns to them. “Maybe we should start in those type of neighborhoods.”

“We can’t send out teams on a hunch.” Aaron takes one of the coffee cups gratefully, smiling at his wife for a moment. He knew that they were all getting tired, the lack of progress making anxiety creep up his spine.

“I hate to say it…” Emily trails off as she leans into her husband for a moment, searching for his comfort in a way she usually wouldn’t, but a feeling if unease had settled over her.

“But until he kills, we don’t have much else to go on.” Derek finishes for her and she’s grateful that he said it so she didn’t have to.  

Aaron’s hand finds the small of her back, his touch warm and secure like always and she feels the tension in him as well. She looks up at him as her phone starts ringing all the while Dave and Spencer continue to bounce theories off each other.

She looks at her phone and sees Jessica’s name flash on the screen and she immediately feels worry itching at her. She knew that Jessica would never call unless it was something important.

“Emily?” The other woman says the moment Emily picks up.

“Hey Jess, now isn’t really a good time. Is everything alright?” Emily asked, her phone pressed between her ear and shoulder as she looked through the ME’s report.

“Emily, is Joanna with you? Or Aaron?” Jessica’s voice was strained, clearly trying to hold back panic.

“What do you mean?” Emily asked, the blood in her veins turning cold.

“I went to pick her up but the school said she was picked up an hour ago by her uncle.”

Emily barely heard what Jessica said after that, her whole body going numb as she dropped the phone, getting the attention of the rest of the team as it fell to the floor. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thinks she shouldn’t think the worst, but the instant feeling of dread in her stomach kept her from feeling anything else.

“Em?” Aaron asked as Emily stared wide-eyed at them, her face taking on a ghostly color. When she didn’t answer Aaron picked up the phone and heard Jessica’s frantic voice.

“Why did they let her go with a stranger?” Emily mumbled to herself while JJ walked closer, her hand reaching out to steady her friend as her knee’s buckled. Her eyes were wild as she looks at JJ, the blonde looking between Emily and Aaron.  

“What’s going on?” Derek walks closer to her too but then he sees Aaron’s face, a look close to anguish flashing over him before his eyes move towards the open door, the familiar sound of Penelope’s heels breaking through his panic for a moment.

“Aaron! Emily!” She runs through the door and holds up her phone, her hand shaking and eyes glassy. “He has her, Damien Hall has Joanna.”

“Mommy, when are you picking me up from Uncle Damien’s house?”

The room goes silent as they listen to Joanna talk through the speaker and Aaron can’t breathe.

[the-broken-truth]

Hello there broken!

May i request a oneshot where Donna and Adam started to pay more attention to Diedre's little sibling(reader) more than her?

First, she didn't mind, but then she start to feel a little bit jealous since she never got full attention like (reader) when she was little, but then the Beneviento couple decided to spoil her too.

You can write this whenever you can, thank you! <3

Broken Truth: Sorry for taking so long, I have been busy with a lot of things and I have been trying to script an exciting story. I'm glad you are interested in the Young Lord AU, please enjoy this story. Let the words weave together.

@snowflakestree

Diedre was alone in her room, sitting on her bed and observing the Puppeteer's Strings moving like a flame in the air, manipulated by her fingertips. Her black eyes narrowed as she contemplated her power, but she eventually closed them and let go of the strings with a sigh. For the past few weeks, she had been struggling with an internal conflict that arose after the birth of her younger sibling, [Reader]. She didn't know what to do about it.

Since the moment of [Reader]'s birth, their parents, Donna Beneviento and Adam Wolf, have been giving more attention to the new addition than Diedre. Diedre is unsure of how to feel about this shift in awareness. Prior to [Reader]'s arrival, Diedre had always been the most closely monitored child, but now everything is changing due to the new baby. Diedre has always disliked change, and this new dynamic is no exception.

*Knocking Upon The Door*

"Yes?" Diedre called out without looking at the door. The door opened and the Patriarch of the Wolf Family walked in. Adam walked over to Diedre's bed and sat down beside her, causing her to look away from her father, to the giant stuffed wolf that sat on the floor beside Diedre's bed.

"What's wrong, Little Wolf?" Adam asked his daughter but Diedre shook her head and said nothing. "Diedre, I know that something is wrong. You have been different ever since [Reader] was born, is something wrong?" He asked.

"Why am I the one who's acting differently? You're the ones who have changed! Ever since [Reader] was born, you've been giving [him/her] all the attention, leaving me out! Why are you ignoring me? Why are you so focused on [Reader]...Are you trying to replace me?" Diedre questioned, tears streaming down her face as she looked down at the ground. Adam embraced Diedre, holding her close before gently wiping away her tears.

"I realized that it was wrong to keep this information from you... but there's something you should know about [Reader]," Adam spoke, capturing his daughter's focus. "When [Reader] came into this world, Mother Miranda insisted that we hand over your sibling so that she could conduct experiments on them using the Cadou. However, we firmly refused. In response, Mother Miranda threatened to take [him/her] away if we let our guard down. Since then, we've been keeping a watchful eye to ensure that Mother Miranda doesn't take our child, your sibling."

Diedre looked at him with wide eyes - Mother Miranda was trying to take [Reader] away from the family and experiment on [him/her] No, Diedre was not going to let that happen as she rose to her feet and ran out of the room and into [Reader's] Nursery - seeing Donna changing [Reader's] clothes before turning to face her oldest daughter.

"Diedre, is something wrong?" Donna asked as she held [Reader who was babbling and reaching for Diedre, who instantly walked over to her mother and her sibling before taking the baby into her arms, letting the baby snuggle into her neck.

'I'll protect you. No matter what.' Diedre thought as she held her sibling with a smile on her face. Donna realized what is going on and smiled at her children - her family was going to be alright.

[asccndio]

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨... the youngest jewel, cora jung. twenty two years old, she's in her forth year and specializes in auror training – you may casually find her at the ravenclaw quidditch team (chaser), broom racing, drama and astronomy club. cisfemale, she identifies as she/her. cora is a halfblood, but what matters is that she's a ravenclaw. born july 5th, she's a cancer.

positives: flirty, easygoing negatives: perfectionist, overachiever

the baby was left in her mother's arms like a precious stone. the older two jung sisters watched the new family member with curiosity as their parents settled, silently inviting them closer. "girls, this is your baby sister." cora's cackle echoed through the halls; soft, gentle and fast. the youngest one was, ever since that moment, treated as a rare and charming jewel. nothing was unattainable for cora and there wasn't a moment when she questioned the fact. while learning how to walk, cora already knew how to lift her chin and stare at people in their eyes – she was confident enough. her first word was "want," with her fingertip pointed very neatly at the chocolate box. her long black hair, gently brushed every night, has a beautiful white bow placed daily on top of her head; is was often possible to find her watching herself in the mirror to make sure the bow was perfect.

cora, at nine years old, was aware of her features and didn't have to work hard to maintain her standard. her ego didn't need to be softened at all when it had already developed so inflated. gossiping with her sisters was definitely a lot more fun, and not to mention the time she lost in the kitchen, learning to reproduce the recipes of the sweets she liked the most.

cora likes to laugh, to listen, to talk; beauty isn't everything if you don't know how to attract people in. she was flirty ever since a teenager, and cora likes the attention. she was popular, but never stopped being nice and kind – her arrogance had been growing smaller every year once she noticed it could lead to a superiority complex. cora, ever since then, always tried to control that trait to avoid becoming someone she wouldn't enjoy around.

quidditch is a passion she grew to love because of her father; she was the only one from the girls who got interested in actually playing, instead of just flying around with their brooms. she once thought about trying to go professional about it, but her ambitions had grown since she came of age and auror training was a choice her parents weren't really excited or supportive about. still, as a perfectionist and overachiever, she wanted it even more. above all, cora's passion is to feel loved, cherished and admired.