#yes only six. on the seventh day he rested

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would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

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I know you are probably focused on Siwan but how did you and Jay come together?? Yes, I'm asking for both y'all's love.story cause you both seem iconic-

EEEEEE i LOVE talking about jay and i's story so this is gonna be a LONG one

okay so . it all starts when we first meet in i-land—mind you iland works a little differently in my dr but it doesn't affect our story that much. i'm known as the "monster trainee" because i would always dominate monthly evaluations — and now, since the female and male trainees aren't evaluated together, jay (and the others) didn't really know what to expect. so when i absolutely blow everyone away with my entrance performance (i still haven't decided what it'll be cause im indecisive..) jay gets a little intimidated

meanwhile,,,, he and sunghoon perform the seventh sense and im like ???? oh so this is what they're bringing to the table. and i am ALSO intimidated but mostly because i have Issues and compare myself even more to the guys cause . yeah Why Wasn't I Born A Boy — oh i did not mean to get into That right now but anyways

so we're two people who are intimidated by each other and incredibly stubborn so that evolves into us hating each other for no legitimate reason lmao😭😭 and this goes on during the entirety of part one of iland like we CANT STANDDDD each other, we always argue about the dumbest things and even have to be seperated

and then we're selected to move onto the second part of iland alongside the six other selected members, so now we know there's a high chance we debut together and we DONT want to mess up our own chances, so we try to be civil.

for the first test in part two guess what... we get paired to do a duo performance of on by bts 😐 amazing song! less favourable partner.

but we get through it and kinda distantly realize that "hey the other isn't so bad" but yes again we are Stubborn and won't actually reconcile like normal human beings, so we kind of start ignoring each other from that point forward

UNTIL. at the end of the third performance jay got a lot of criticism so he was scared of being eliminated and taken out of the group. so, he wrote all those letters. and when i saw he was giving people letters, i didn't actually expect him to give me one, but he did.

i decided to read it while i was alone in the kitchen while everyone was asleep, and erm i started crying lol! cause jay apologized for how rude he was and all his bad behaviours and ended it with "in another life, i hope we can start over and be friends" and what do you know jay walks in while im crying into his letter...

so then we spend the rest of the night (we have a day off the next day) basically just talking and getting to know each other, properly "restarting" our relationship—and we realize we actually get along quite well when we're not off in our own worlds of assumptions

fast forward we end up debuting together and everything is fine and wonderful until i'm like Oh. i Like him which is fine and wtv cause i scripted i don't get awkward 🥸 (i realize my feelings in like january-february 2021)

then in the summer of 2021 during one of enhypen's breaks, jay and i are the only ones who stay at the dorm (a week long break) (no that's not how breaks work in this reality but i DONT CARE)

anyway we don't really interact much cause we're relaxing and wtv but then he asks if i want to order food with him, and how can i say no to free food??? so we end up eating together and then watching a movie and then Wabam something in the air happens that we kiss 😱😱

but then right as we pull apart jake comes back to the dorm 😒 so we don't really talk about it and just go to bed

and then the next day i spend it at the studio cause im Awkward and can't face jay after That but he ends up coming to my studio and we actually just work on music basically all day (we write young (og cix) which will feature on the dimension : answer album)

after we finish the song (the demo) jay kinda just goes "so... we Kissed ." and that kinda starts a conversation which leads to him confessing and then i confess to him and Yeah 😁

sorry this is so long LMAO i hope the explanation was clear cause i kinda just ranted without plans

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Vashwood X Reader Soulmate Au Pt. 2

Authors Note: Hello hello! I’m so glad everyone liked pt.1 so much! On my hands and knees thanking you guys fr. This part is focusing on reader and what your life has been like, because you yes you are the real star of the show 

 Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

•You were cursed.

•At least, that’s what every one always said and to be honest sometimes it was hard not to agree

•You aren’t sure you could put your finger on when exactly you had first learned about soulmates. It was one of those things people just knew about. In fact by the time people could first speak it seemed like their words were already filled with fantasies of meeting their “destined other half”, the one person who could understand your pain in both a metaphorical and literal sense

•Not that you weren’t guilty of the same daydreams once upon a time. In fact if you thought real hard about it you could remember on first day of school you had joined in on a popular children's game where you’d sit in a circle while taking turns poking and pinching each other to see if anyone else in the room felt it.

•Almost 98% of the time nothing happened but when you’re that young you don’t really stop to consider how vast the world is, and you certainly don’t stop to think about the fact that your cosmically destined other is most likely not at the same preschool as you

•Your parents were one of the lucky ones, they had grown up in the same town and found out they were soulmates when, on your dads seventh birthday, he burned his lips blowing out the candles. When your mother had realized he had burnt both of them she had scolded him only interrupted when he ask her to marry him (when they were older of course) and the rest was history

•So it was ironic then, that your seventh birthday party was the day your soulmate had begun to drag your life down hill

•You could remember it as vividly as the day it happened. Your class had been invited to a small party at your house and your mother had spent a good portion of the day slaving over the stove to make your favorite cake. When the adults had called the kids in for gifts and cake you had eagerly come to sit down while your father lit the candles

•The birthday song had just come to and end and your mother has happily whispered “Make a wish y/n!” when you felt a sharp pain pierce through your abdomen 

•You were shot. Despite being young you were sure of it. Someone had shot you in the side and your small hands had desperately clung to your side as you sobbed scared that you were dying

•The party had ended early as your parents tried to console you after giving you a once over to make sure it wasn’t a medical condition they realized it must be your soulmate. There was nothing they could do but hold you until you cried yourself to sleep. In fact...you never did get to make that wish

•After that you were sure your soulmate was trying to kill you. It never seemed to go away. Day in and day out, cuts, gashes, and burns phantom pained their way through your body. Your parents had to pull you out of school since you disrupted class too much due to your random yelps, whimpers and sobs as your weakly cradled whatever part of your body your soulmate had managed to injure for the day

•It was around then the gossip on who your soulmate could possibly be began to spread. Rumors ranging from “a kid bounty hunter” all the way down to unmentionable ideas were whispered as you walked through town.

•There were days you didn’t leave the house, laying curled up as you tried to breath through whatever pain was currently wracking through your body. It was then you started to hate your soulmate

•How could they be so careless? The most you had ever done to hurt them was when you stubbed your toe when you were six. Why you? Why did you get the soulmate who seemed hell bent on destroying themselves?

•Then a couple years later the rest of the pain began. Blinding, gut wrecking, agonizing pain. 

•You couldn’t even get out of your bed most the time, half delirious with the feelings of being ripped apart piece by piece and then put back together again. Your parents had to take care of you most the time, trying to get you to eat in between screaming fits, and helping you out of bed when your body was too weak to walk

•Your parents hated your soulmate, whoever they were. They hated them for taking away their child, for dragging you into their pain. It began to be the cause of tension in the family, they didn’t know what to do, seeing your body writhe in pain every day, having to listen to you scream yourself horse every night, it became to much for your father. So he left.

•No one knows where he went, all he left was a note apologizing, but he couldn’t keep facing you in this state. So your care fell onto your mother. Your mother who had began praying that your soulmate would die. Begging god to let you have relief and to strike your soulmate out of the world so long as you would have peace

 •When that didn’t work...she began to pray that you would die so that’d you’d finally be put out of your misery.

•Surprisingly the pain eventually lessens...after awhile it goes back to the occasional feeling of being stabbed or shot, but at this point you’ll take anything that isn’t your entire body feeling like it’s on fire.  

•After going through that your perspective actually changes a little bit. Now don’t get it twisted you aren’t thrilled about the continued pain your life is littered with but you’d be surprised how much time you have to think when your immobilized in bed. There's no way your soulmate wants to be shot, just as much as you don’t want to feel being shot

•Whatever's happening, whatever awful life they have that causes them this pain...the two of you are in it together, like it or not. So you have a new philosophy. Your soulmate is experiencing enough pain for the two of you, why add more? 

•It’s with this mindset you actually begin to train as a medical professional. You take care of yourself, not wanting your soulmate to be in anymore pain than they already are and you want to help others do the same. Maybe you can’t stop your soul mate from hurting but you can stop others from hurting, and for every one person helped there’s a thankful soulmate somewhere out there too right?

•You’re a pretty well respected person around the town. Not many people would do what you do after what you’ve been through, you’re some what of a local legend. Although you are known for giving people a good scolding when they end up in front of you due to negligence 

“Are you stupid? You broke your leg because you were dared to jump off the roof? Was your soulmate dared to jump off the roof? No? Didn’t think so, and yet they payed for your idiocy too-” “Can I please leave now?” “no I’m not done yet, and another thing-”

•You’ve made a good life for yourself despite everything and you honestly don’t expect to ever meet your soulmate, it’s actually pretty rare to ever find them anyways. Pain isn’t the best way to track people and you aren’t sure how’d you even react to finding the person who’s made your life a living nightmare so you’re content with running a small clinic out of your house. In fact you aren’t even curious about them any more...and then you feel a pinch on your arm

•and then another...and another and another and- you get the picture. you’re honestly a bit baffled. Were they trying to get your attention? If so why now? Also this pinching was really getting on your nerves. So exasperated you reach up and pinch your shoulder back, hoping that will get them to quit whatever their doing and luckily it does

•...For five minutes. The pinching comes back but in a more concentrated area now and at this point you’re almost sure they must be doing it to get on your nerves. They drag you through the gutter for your entire life then have the audacity to get a kick out of annoying you? You reach up and harshly pinch your shoulder and to your relief...everything stops

•It’s a bit weird. After that day your life is fairly painless. It’s almost like they hadn’t realized someone else was feeling their pain until you pinched them back but for whatever reason they seem to be a lot more carful with your shared feelings. In fact you were finally able to pretty much forget you even had a soulmate! 

•Or you almost did until...

You sigh as you clean up for the night. It’s been a long day, one of the towns children had gotten a toy stuck up their nose and two of the local boys had ridden makeshift sleds down the largest sand hill in town which had resulted in a couple broken bones and bruised egos. You shake your head, laughing a bit to yourself as you remember their guilty bowed heads as you scolded them for doing something stupid. You softly hum as you sweep, ready to finish and turn in for the night when you hear the door open. 

You mentally curse yourself for forgetting to lock the door and look up to see the two oddest men you’ve ever seen in your life. The first one is tall, his spiked blonde hair reminding you vaguely of the hay you’d seen farmers feed Thomas’s. He was staring at you all wide eyed behind a pair of tinted yellow glasses and you commended him for his interesting choice of fashion, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen anyone wear such a brightly colored red coat in the heat of Gunsmoke. You begrudging shift your eyes to the man standing next to him, he’s a bit shorter than his friend but much less expressive, resting bitchface that's only amplified by big dark shades that hide his eyes. His dark clothing would make you say he blended in better than the blonde if it weren’t for the large gaudy cross he was currently carrying on his back. Great. They were freaks.  

“Uh...I’m sorry we’re actually closed unless it’s a medical emergency, and also you can’t smoke in here” You try, grimacing as you look at the dark haired man who lets smoke curl into the air of your precious clinic.

 “Are you y/n?” the blondie ask quickly ignoring your statement all together, “Yes? I’m sorry do I know you?” he shakes his head but continues “The bartender told us all about you, how you used to get choric pains because of your soulmate and-” You mentally groan listening to the man, who vaguely reminded you of a golden retriever, babble on about you. You weren’t 100% sure where he was going with this but you did have the occasional person interested in your story, although usually not to this extent. You make a note to chew out Gary for running his mouth to strangers about you again.

 “-now we’ve been to a lot of towns and never heard of anything like that so when we heard about you we thought-” “Look, it’s been a pleasure meeting you but I’m unfortunately very busy but I’m sure Gary can tell you all the stories you want to know!” you interrupt pushing the two lightly towards to door while the blonde protest “H-hey wait! I’m trying to tell you-” “I’m really not interested! thank you anyways though!” you say still trying to shoo them out and you’re almost successful when the man who’s yet to say anything drops the large cross onto his partners toe. 

Both of you yelp and then you freeze, head snapping up to look at the man currently clutching his foot, the same foot that you can feel pulsing with pain. There’s no way in hell. Your worries are only amplified when the dark haired man holds up his hands like his about to do a magic trick, then he reaches in his pocket for a lighter and holds it up to his finger only for you to hiss and pull your own hand to your chest when you feel it burn. There’s no way in hell.

 “Nick you could’ve done it nicer!” the blonde pouts still rubbing his foot, Nick shrugs and finally stubs out his cigarette against the door frame. “They weren’t listening to you” he turns his head to peer at you over his sunglasses, dark eyes finally on display, “but you’re listening now aren’t you sweetheart? So-” he says as he claps his hands together “Let’s try this again.”

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Narfi

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader

Summary: You're going into labour - unexpectedly. The problem? It's way too early and Loki isn't home...

Warnings: pregnancy things, birth, pain, swear words? angst, panic attacks, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 5k (Whoopsies 👀)

a/n: Yaaaay! It's time for y'all to finally meet Narfi! 🥳 Ella is a big sister now! 🥰 I decided to wrote things slightly... 'different'. You'll see. I hope you like it! I tried my best! ☺️

Sidenote: I'm not a pregnancy/birthing expert, so... 😅🙈

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Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

The day had started quite normal. Well... As normal as a day could start with being a little over six months pregnant. You had gotten up quite early to prepare breakfast and say goodbye to your husband, since he left for a mission quite early. Seven in the morning, to be precise, so you got up at six, in order to surprise him with your self-made pancakes. No, you didn't do that for Loki before every mission, but you did it today, since he had to go with Tony - about which he was everything but amused. He had been grumpy all day yesterday after getting to know that. But well... The mission had to be done and Tony was the only one available together with Loki. Though, it wasn't just that. Loki didn't like to leave you alone, now that you reached the seventh month. Sure, you weren't close to birth yet, but nevertheless... It didn't sit right with him. He didn't have a good feeling about it.

Just when you flipped the first pancake in the pan, the door to the kitchen got quietly opened and closed again. "Darling? What in all the nine realms are you doing here?" You knew that he would protest, seeing you up this early. You didn't care, though. You were pregnant not sick. "Preparing a delicious breakfast for my husband," you announced, turning around to face him with a smile. "Since he has to go on a mission with the mean and annoying man of steel." Loki sighed, shaking his head, "Don't even start..." and stepped closer to you. He was already dressed in his full Asgardian armour – except for his helmet, ready to go. "That's really sweet of you, my queen, but you didn't have to do that. I'd rather have you in bed, resting and growing our baby boy." Loki said, cupping your big bump and leaning down to bestow a loving, but sensual kiss upon your lips. You couldn't help but smile in the kiss, lifting both your hands to rest on his leather clad chest. "I know, baby, but I just wanted to do that for you. Wasn't able to sleep anyway for the last two or three ours." The God's expression changed; his face now reflected worry and concern. "Why couldn't you sleep? Is everything alright?" You nodding and rubbed you palms up and down his chest in order to calm him. "Yes, of course, Lokes. I just had a few Braxton Hicks contractions, got kicked by your son a few times and needed to get up to pee two times." Loki nodded, now slightly relieved by your answer, but not entirely. His big hands roamed over your protruding stomach, caressing it gently. "Are you sure, my love?" "Yes, I am." You said, capturing his lips for a quick kiss. "Now sit down and have some pancakes - unless you like 'em burned." Loki rolled his eyes but smiled, causing you to giggle. He gave in in the end, of course and sat down, eating your self-made pancakes. The God couldn't lie... He loved your pancakes and he loved that you surprised him with it. But no matter how much he would love to help you clean up now, wake Ella and bring her to the kindergarten, before spending a lazy morning in bed with you, he had to go... And he absolutely hated it.

"Be safe, okay?" You told him, standing in the door frame of the main door. "Of course, darling. Don't worry about me." Loki wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. "You two be safe, yes?" He said, nodding at your belly and you. "Yes." "Good. Take it easy and rest. I'll be back in two days." You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. "I'm going to miss you, Lokes..." "I'm going to miss you and my princess and prince as well." You smiled at him, squeezing his thick leather clad shoulders. "Don't annoy Tony so much, yeah?" You said, teasing him slightly and knowing exactly that this would never even happen in your wildest dream. They were going to annoy the hell out of each other... "I'm afraid I can't promise you that, my love." Loki chuckled, winking; before he turned to leave.

After saying thoroughly goodbye to Loki, you cleaned up the kitchen, woke up Ella and got her ready for kindergarten, before bringing her there, of course.

While your daughter was away, you cleaned up the house a bit and did some laundry. Much to your dismiss, you had to take a lot of breaks, due to quite a lot Braxton Hicks contractions. At some point, it even really started to annoy you. It hadn't been that bad with Ella...

Hours ticked by and the Braxton Hicks didn't get better. Rather worse. So, you tried to lay down and sleep, give your body some rest. At first, that was perfectly fine - until you woke up again, with a sticky feeling between your legs. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, your brain needed a moment to catch up. Frowning, you shifted, feeling like you've gotten your period - what was impossible. What in all the nine- Oh no... That was the moment in which your brain had finally caught up, sending a shockwave through your whole body. Within seconds, you sat up and threw the blanket aside. On your sleep shorts was a wet patch - and no, you didn't pee yourself. Your eyes widened at that sight, heart hammering against your chest. Your water broke. Your fucking water broke. That couldn't be. It was way too early. You were not even seven entire months pregnant. "Oh no, no, no..." Panic started to course through your system, as you got up and made your way as fast as possible into the bathroom. It was true. Your water broke. The Braxton Hicks contractions weren't Braxton Hicks... They were real contractions. Not knowing what to do or how to react, you did the only thing your panicking brain could think of... Calling your husband. Grabbing your phone, you quickly tapped on his contact in order to call him; praying to the Gods that he was able to accept your call while flying on the Quinjet. To your sheer relief, he could. "Darling? Everything al-" You didn't even let him finish his sentence. You couldn't. You were way too afraid and panicky. "M-My water broke, Loki." There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. "I beg you pardon, w-what?" "My water broke. I-I'm in labour." You said, swallowing hard as you felt the tears coming up in your eyes. "I-It's way too early, Loki! I-I shouldn't be in labour now! I'm not even halfway through the seventh month! I-I don't know what is going on! I-I'm afraid! Loki, what do I do now?!" You sobbed, rambling. "Okay, okay, darling. First, take a deep breath please, then tell me exactly what happened." "O-Okay." You did what your husband said, took a deep breath. "I-I had contractions all morning. I-I thought they were just Braxton Hicks, but they weren't. I decided t-to lay down, have some rest, a-and now I woke up and my... my water was broken. I-I'm in- Ughhh..." Another contraction caused you to cut off your own sentence. "L-Labour... I-I'm in labour."

On the Quinjet, Loki literally froze to the ground in pure shock. Your water broke?! You were in labour?! How could that be? It was way too early and- Oh no... His eyes widened at the realisation which dawned suddenly on him. It was too early - for a normal pregnancy, but... not for a Jotun pregnancy. His blood froze in his veins. Seemed like that baby inherited way more of his Jotun genes than he anticipated. Than everybody anticipated. Not even the healers on Asgard saw that coming...

"L-Loki?" Your weaky, shaky voice snapped him immediately back into reality. "I'm sorry, darling, I'm right here. Listen... Normal pregnancies last for about nine to ten months, but Jotun pregnancies last about seven, which means..." "Oh gods... O-Our baby is a Jotun?" Your voice was filled with so much fear. "Not entirely, I think. But my Jotun genes are strong, I'm afraid. I'm so sorry, my love. If I would've known, I-" "No..." You interrupted him on an instant. "Don't blame yourself, please. I-I think I'm ready to give birth, it's just... so sudden, I..." You took a deep breath, feeling the next contraction creep up on you. "I just want our baby to be okay. I-I couldn't stand if something would happen to him. Y-You said he's presumably not entirely Jotun, so what if it's still too early? What if he's not ready to survive outside my womb yet? O-Oh gods..." Another wave of panic rolled through you, causing you to stumble back slightly. "Y/N, love, hey... Listen to me. This won't happen, okay? Everything is going to be alright. You will be alright and our baby as well. Don't panic, please. This is not good for either of you." You nodded, more so to yourself to persuade yourself that he was right. "O-Okay.... Okay. I-I'm going to call Heimdall, so that he can open the Bifrost for m-" "No!" Your husband interjected immediately, voice filled with fear and worry. "W-What?" You were confused now. "You can't do that. I-It's not safe. Travelling with the Bifrost while being pregnant - no problem at all. Travelling with the Bifrost while being in labour - dangerous. It could harm the baby. You can't go to Asgard, my love. It's too late. You need to have our baby here, on Midgard."

That didn't help your anxiety either. Not at all. You were prepared to give birth on Asgard, just like you did with Ella. It was way safer, given the fact that the healers knew what they were dealing with. Your babies weren't just normal babies after all. Certainly not your son. He was a Frost Giant. How on earth would be human doctors able to deal with that? "Ohhh no, no, no, no... I can't do this, Loki. I can't do this here, without the healers!" You could swear, you never felt so much fear in your life than in that moment. "Love, please... I need you to stay calm. I know this isn't easy, but hyperventilation is going to make it worse. Please, my queen, please." "A-And what do I do now?" You cried, unable to hold back the tears anymore. Loki's heart ached, knowing that he should be with you right now and not on a damn Quinjet, heading for Sacramento. "You are going to call an ambulance and make sure you're under medical supervision, okay?" "O-Okay." "I'll look after the rest and try to come back home as fast as possible. Call me, if you need me, yes?" "Y-Yes." "Good. I love you. We're going to make this, I promise." Loki hated to hang up now, but he had to. The God needed to make sure that this Quinjet was no longer heading away from you, but back to you. So, he headed for the cockpit, where Tony was.

The billionaire said casually in his chair, working on new blueprints for an even better suit. The Quinjet was on autopilot. "Stark!" Loki bellowed. "We need to turn around and fly back!" An exaggerated sigh could be heard from Tony, before he swiftly turned around in the chair. "No, absolutely not, Reindeer Games." "It's urgent, Stark. An emergency!" Another annoyed sigh from Tony. "I know you don't like to be on this mission with me - what goes both ways. I don't like spending time with you either, but this mission is impor-" The man didn't get any further. Loki, which had clearly lost his patience with the billionaire already, grabbed him the lapels of his sweatshirt, pulled him roughly out of his chair and pinned him with a thud against the nearby metal wall. Tony was way too perplexed to fight back. Not that he would stand a chance against the God. Without his suit, he was nothing more than a normal man. That was what Loki thought at least. "This idiotic mission is not even in the slightest important to me. My family is important to me. I tell you there's an emergency and you just keep on mocking me?" Loki snarled; a dark chuckle leaving his lips. "Big mistake - and you should know that, Stark. I have to go back to my wife and unborn baby. Y/N went into labour way too early. I don't care about rescuing cats from trees. All I care about right now is the safety and health of my wife and child." He tightened his grip a bit, while Tony just stared at him like paralyzed. "Now turn this Quinjet around, Stark or you are going to wish you had taken my brother on this mission instead of me." Tony blinked; the words reaching his brilliant brain. Immediately, the usually so quick-witted man lifted his hands in awe. He didn't know. How could he know? "Okay, Reindeer Games, okay! I surrender! Just... Let me down." With another angry snarl, Loki let go of Tony - who went to the control board on an instant and changed the destination of the autopilot again. The God witnessed it, gave the man another intense look, before he turned to leave. "Idiot... He could've just said that this was about Y/N instead of threatening me..." Tony muttered under his breath, unable to hear for Loki, as he sat back down on the chair. "Don't fret, my love. I'm coming." Loki mumbled, staring out of the small window. His heart was aching for his wife. He should have never left. He just should've stayed.

You couldn't remember much. Calling an ambulance and riding with them towards the hospital was one of those things.

"Okay, ma'am can you walk?" One of the friendly paramedics asked. A man with ash blonde hair and a lip piercing. You nodded, steadying yourself at the hallway wand. "I-I think so, yes." "Alright. We will steady you." Together with the two paramedics, you made your way down the elevator and hallways of the Avengers compound. It was quiet. Nobody was home. Except you. It was a rare thing to happen, but it did happen. Unfortunately, right on that day. "How far apart are your contractions now? Can you tell that?" The woman with a ponytail asked. "I-I, um... Uh..." You were still shaken up. Loki's words managed to calm you, yes, but only to a certain extent. "I think about an hour apart now." "Okay, and your water broke?" "Y-Yes." You reached the ambulance after a fifteen-minute slow walk, the paramedics helping you inside. "And how far are you exactly?" Asked the man. You swallowed. "Twenty-five weeks." The man and woman's eyes widened, shock written all over their face, causing you to quickly add some more information. "B-But, uh this-" You started, but help your breath as another contraction rolled over you. The pain causing you to bend over, gritting your teeth. The grip of both the man and woman tightened, in order to keep you steady. After taking a few deep, deep breaths, you continued. "This isn't a n-normal pregnancy... M-My husband isn't from, u-um here. He's uh, halfway Asgardian and Jotun, a-and this baby has a lot o-of Jotun genes apparently. T-That's why our son's coming earlier." Your gaze met both their eyes, which reflected still shock, but also disbelief. They clearly needed a moment to get along. Blinking, the man nodded. "O-Okay, um. We just get you to the hospital first. Then we'll see." Said and done. About fifteen minutes later, you were in the hospital - and from that point on, everything went a bit blurry. Your heart was beating fast against your chest, as the car came to an halt. You weren't ready for this. You weren't. No matter if this baby was actually ready to be born, it was still too early. Even for the Jotun pregnancy - as you realized a few minutes ago. This caused a fresh wave of angst and panic course through your system, making your hands shake. So many thoughts were cursing through your mind. What if the baby wasn't going to survive this? Loki wasn't here. What if he couldn't make it back in time? You needed him. You couldn't bring this baby into this world without him, could you? And with that not enough... A contraction like you never had before rolled over your body, causing you almost to black out from the amount of pain. Panting hard, you suddenly felt something else within your body. "I-I-I need to push. I-I, oh gods. I need to p-push." You stammered out, shocking the paramedics again. "Ma'am, are you sure? You just told us your contractions were about an hour apart." "I-I know, but- ahhhh." You couldn't resist this urge any longer. You had to. "Okay, quick, get her inside. We need to check on her!" The woman said, quickly helping the man to get you inside the hospital.

This didn't help your anxiety as well. Quite the opposite. It became even worse. So bad, that you couldn't fight it anymore. It started to cloud your mind; invading your brain. You halfway passed out on the way, but everything was a blur; constantly switching between consciousness and unconsciousness. Bright light, some strange voices saying words you couldn't make out - and the faint cry of a baby was all you could remember.

The Quinjet had been going as fast as possible - and yet it took Tony and Loki almost three hours to get back to the Avengers compound. Without even saying a single word to Tony, Loki stormed out of the Quinjet the moment it touched the ground. You and his son were everything he could think about right now. There was nothing more important to the God in all the nine realms - except Ella and probably his oaf of a brother. So, he made his way straight to the hospital, stormed through the doors and headed immediately to the maternity ward. Good thing that he was here before, when little Morgan was born not so long ago. It helped him now to remember the way.

With quick steps approached Loki the first nurse he saw in that big, white hallway... A man with very short, pink hair.

"Excuse me, would you please lead me to my wife? Y/N Y/L/N. She must be here." The nurse stopped in his movements, turned to face Loki, eyes widening slightly. You could tell that the man was quite a bit shocked at what his eyes saw. And maybe he wasn't taking Loki seriously. "I, um... I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm afraid I can't." The God frowned. "What? Why not? I demand to see my wife!" The male nurse shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I can't allow a stranger to go-" "I'm not a stranger! I'm the husband and father of the child my wife is currently bringing into this world!" The God balled his hands to fists, clearly angered now. But the nurse didn't budge. "I understand your worry and concern, but I am not allowed to, Sir, until I have this checked." Loki sighed. Probably it wasn't a good idea to literally storm into this hospital, still dressed in full Asgardian armour and armed to the teeth... Loki was sure he was going to hear from Fury about this - and Steve. But what was he supposed to do? That was Y/N - and his unborn baby! A deep breath left Loki's lips as he turned around and took a few steps away from the nurse. With a snap of his fingers, a green shimmer enveloped his body, changing his armour into a hoodie, black jeans and a pair of sneakers. Then he turned to face the man again, who stood open-mouthed across from him, clearly shocked and surprised at what he just witnessed. "Please. I'm begging you. I just want to see my wife and child." If his son wasn't born already - what Loki didn't hope... He was never one to beg. Never. But this situation, with him not knowing how you and the baby were doing, had him on his knees. At Loki's pleading look, the nurse gave in. "Alright, Sir. I'll have a look. What's your wife's name again?" "Y/N Y/L/N." "And you are...?" "Loki Laufeyson." "Okay. I'll be right back." Loki nodded, being very relieved. "Thank you."

About five minutes later, the man came back - with a woman in tow, which definitely looked like a doctor. The God felt how his heart sped up. Was this a good sign or a bad sign? He didn't know. "Mr. Laufeyson?" The doctor approached him. "Yes. My wife is she...?" "She is alright." Relief washed over Loki. "Thank the norns... A-And the baby?" "Alright as well." Loki swallowed. "S-So he's already born?" The woman nodded, giving him an apologetic smile. "He is." His shoulders slumped, sadness overcoming him like a big shadow. "I missed the birth of my son..." He mumbled under his breath, nevertheless loud enough for the doctor to hear. "I'm sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, but the little man couldn't wait for his dad to arrive." Another nod from the God. "How did the birth go? Without complications, I hope?" "Yes. It was a natural birth, although your wife went through a lot of stress and panic attacks. During the birth she was constantly slipping in and out of consciousness." Loki's eyes widened at that. Oh norns... Apparently, you had been so afraid of the sudden situation you were thrown in. Fear of giving birth. Fear of giving birth too early. Fear of the baby's health. And he couldn't be there. No, he sat on a fucking Quinjet towards Sacramento with Tony Stark. Great. "Can I see them, please?" "Of course. Want to pick up your son first?" Loki's heart sped up at the thought of seeing and holding his son for the very first time. "Yes, please." "Follow me."

The doctor led Loki down the hall and around the corner into another hallway, until they came to an halt in front of a big door with two window panes in the middle. "This is our newborn nursery. Before you can enter this room, you have to change." She handed Loki a blue hygiene coat, who quickly put it on. "Ready to meet your son?" The God nodded, almost impatiently.

The woman then led him through the newborn nursery, in which countless cribs stood. Some empty, some with a baby inside. Loki was pretty sure that he had never seen so many babies in one room in his life before. His eyes travelled from one to the other, as the doctor was leading him through the big room.

"There we are." She announced then, stopping in front of one of the cribs. "Meet your son, Mr. Laufeyson." Loki wasn't able to see much yet, but what he saw, was a tiny, blue hand peeking out of the crib. Like Ella, was his son born in his Jotun form - as it seemed. The God's eyes widened slightly, before they searched for Dr. Martin's - as he could read on the little name plate; his brain already working fast to come up with an explanation. Sure, they didn't see a blue baby every day... Just as he wanted to open his mouth, Dr. Martin spoke up. "Your wife told us." She said, smiling softly. He blinked, was a bit taken aback. A blue baby... And nobody lost it? The doctor seemed to read the confusion on Loki's face. "Your baby boy isn't the first special baby we had here." She explained further, before she turned on her heels to leave. "I give you a few minutes of alone time with your son now. I think after that we can take him to his mama." Loki was still in some kind of shock, unable to say a word and just watched the friendly and understanding doctor leave - until a soft, but demanding whine ripped him out of his trance; causing his stomach to flip. The God's head snapped immediately direction crib. Cautiously, he approached the little bed, taking the first look on his newborn son. The little boy was wrapped up in a light blue teddy bear babygrow. Little legs pulled up against his belly; tiny hands balled into fists. His eyes were still closed, but his face was contorted, as another soft whine left his pouty lips. A tuft of black hair was on his head. Loki wasn't able to see a lot of his skin, but as he could tell from afar, it was blue. Familiar marks and ridges adorned his son's face and head. Loki's heart did another somersault, as it fell hopelessly in love with the baby boy. He was beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful - and he was his.

"Hello, little man." Loki spoke in a soft, hushed tone. As soon as his voice urged to the baby's ears, his tiny face seemed to relax; clearly feeling and hearing that his father was close. Without hesitation, Loki reached inside the crib and took the baby carefully up in his arms. "Welcome to this world, Narfi." He managed to choke out, before his emotions got stuck in his throat and a few tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He was blessed with becoming a father again... It was hard to grasp for Loki. He needed a few moments to realise it; feeling pure love and proudness course through his veins. It eased the pain and sadness of missing Narfi's birth a bit. He was here now - and he would not leave his or your side again. "I am so sorry I missed the moment you saw the light of the day, but I am here now, my little prince. Daddy's here now." Loki enjoyed the first precious moments he spent with Narfi, holding him close and letting him feel all his love. One thing was missing though... A thing he did with Ella as well. A thing he would make sure to catch up on later, as soon as he was alone with you and his son.

You blinked your eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight, which flooded the room. The first thing you noticed was the white ceiling above you. You tried to remember what had happened. Your memory was blurry. All you could think of was calling Loki in a panic, telling him you were in labour. You remembered his words and that you called an ambulance, just like he said. You remembered riding with them towards the hospital, but after that it became a haze. "Y/N?" A voice called suddenly out to you. "Love, are you awake?" A familiar voice. Loki. You turned your head in the direction where his voice came from; gaze landing on your husband, who sat beside your bed on a chair, shirtless, skin tinged in blue - and with a small bundle resting against his bare chest, causing your eyes to widen. Loki wore a smile, gentle ruby eyes looking at you. "Hey, my love." He whispered, reaching out his hand for you to take - which you did. "Would you like to meet our son? I think he's very eager to meet his mama." A wave of emotions and feelings over rolled you. You had given birth? How could it be that you couldn't remember? "I-I-I yes, oh gods, Loki... I-I-" "Shhhh, everything is alright." He hushed and reassured you immediately, giving your hand a squeeze, before handing Narfi over to you. You took your newborn son into your arms with shaky hands. This moment seemed so surreal, and yet it was happening right in front of your eyes. "H-Hi, my little prince." You whispered, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. At your voice Narfi opened his eyes, his father's beautiful matching ruby eyes looking up at you. "Hi... I'm your mama." The baby just stared at you with big eyes, cuddling closer to you. You couldn't help but smile, feeling the tears fall now. A thing you immediately notice was, that - unlike Ella, Narfi stayed in his Jotun form and didn't shapeshift. Perhaps he needed a bit longer for that - which wasn't a bad thing, of course. "What happened?" You asked then. Loki was more than willing to explain everything to you, from the very start.

"How are you feeling now, love?" Your husband asked in the end, after having a long conversation with you. "Tired and exhausted, but I-I- Norns, Lokes, I'm so sorry you missed the birth... I-I should've called you earlier o-or-" "Hey, it's okay, darling." He interrupted you, leaning forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead. "Please don't blame yourself for this. If anything, I am the one to blame, because I wasn't here earlier. But I am here now - and that is what counts." You gave him a soft, but still slightly saddened smile. "Does Ella know?" Loki nodded. "I called Jane, explained everything to her. She agreed to pick Ella up from kindergarten and to tell her." You smiled, thinking of how excited your daughter must be. "I can't wait for her to meet her baby brother." Loki chuckled, placing a big hand on Narfi's back. "Me neither. But for now, you have to rest, my love. I'm right here." He said, learning down to kiss you leisurely, before he rested his forehead against yours. "I love you so much, my queen... And my little princess and littlest prince as well. Thank you for gifting me the wonderful life I never thought I deserved."

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Ten Commandments

1 Then Moses called all Israel, and said unto them, Hear, O Israel, the ordinances and the laws which I propose to you this day, that ye may learn them, and take heed to observe them.

2 The Lord our God made a covenant with us in Horeb.

3 The Lord made not this covenant with our fathers only, but with us, even with us all here alive this day.

4 The Lord talked with you face to face in the Mount, out of the midst of the fire.

5 (At that time I stood between the Lord and you, to declare unto you the word of the Lord: for ye were afraid at the sight of the fire, and went not up into the mount) and he said,

6 ¶ I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, from the house of bondage.

7 Thou shalt have none other gods before my face.

8 Thou shalt make thee no graven image or any likeness of that that is in heaven above, or which is in the earth beneath, or that is in the waters under the earth.

9 Thou shalt neither bow thyself unto them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, even unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me:

10 And showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments.

11 Thou shalt not take the Name of the Lord thy God in vain: for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his Name in vain.

12 Keep the Sabbath day to sanctify it, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee.

13 Six days thou shalt labor, and shalt do all thy work:

14 But the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord thy God: thou shalt not do any work therein, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, nor thy manservant, nor thy maid, nor thine ox, nor thine ass, neither any of thy cattle, nor the stranger that is within thy gates: that thy manservant and thy maid may rest as well as thou.

15 For, remember that thou wast a servant in the land of Egypt, and that the Lord thy God brought thee out thence by a mighty hand, and a stretched out arm: therefore the Lord thy God commanded thee to observe the Sabbath day.

16 ¶ Honor thy father and thy mother, as the Lord thy God hath commanded thee, that thy days may be prolonged, and that it may go well with thee upon the land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

17 Thou shalt not kill.

18 Neither shalt thou commit adultery.

19 Neither shalt thou steal.

20 Neither shalt thou bear false witness against thy neighbor.

21 Neither shalt thou covet thy neighbor’s wife, neither shalt thou desire thy neighbor’s house, his field, nor his manservant, nor his maid, his ox, nor his ass, nor ought that thy neighbor hath.

22 ¶ These words the Lord spake unto all your multitude in the mount of the midst of the fire, the cloud and the darkness, with a great voice, and added no more thereto: and wrote them upon two tables of stone, and delivered them unto me. — Deuteronomy 5:1-22 | 1599 Geneva Bible (GNV) Geneva Bible, 1599 Edition. Published by Tolle Lege Press. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 15:13; Exodus 18:20; Exodus 19:1; Exodus 19:18; Exodus 20:2-3; Exodus 20:5; Exodus 20:21; Exodus 23:1; Exodus 34:17; Leviticus 19:11; Numbers 14:18; Matthew 5:21; Matthew 5:33; Matthew 15:4; Mark 2:27; Luke 13:14; Luke 18:20; Luke 23:56; Romans 7:7; Hebrews 8:9; Hebrews 12:18

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The Ten Commandments

[28dayslater]

good evening to you all and welcome to cockmojo where tonight we will be counting down my personal top ten terror cocks

those unaffiliated with footyblr may be unfamiliar with the term cock as it’s being used here: all will become clear in time

special mention before we start to the netsilik hunter (sexy man, deserved a name and some screentime) james clark ross but only in the first episode when he’s all rugged and his beard’s grown out, and mr blanky, who, much like knife dad, fuccs like a broken train but he runs on time if you know what i mean

in a very respectable tenth place finish, billy gibson. i didn’t see the vision until 1. it was pointed out to me that he looks a lot like pau torres, who is himself very cockable, and 2. i rewatched the scene where he breaks up with hickey. known shagger, massive hater, a very pointy nose, he’s scraped a place on this list.

a surprise entry at ninth is john irving. inarguably cute in a sort of late 2000s british indie band bassist way, and while i’m not sure i could fix him (he probably needs a man for that) i do think i would have fun trying. ultimately he’s not higher because he’s kind of annoying and his eyebrows piss me off.

representing the dilves at eighth is doctor macdonald. he’s entrancing to me he has this vibe of like gentle paternal indulgence... like even if you were annoying he’d be very fond of you. and i need that. when he said “i’d like to run that man through” and rubbed his eyes and looked so tired, i really felt something. the crow’s feet, the widow’s peak, the hair, yes!!

doing it for the feminists, in seventh we have harry goodsir. the loveliest guy on the expedition until he goes nastymode, and i’m fully on board with both versions. this picture was chosen for a reason and it’s bc his long curly hair full beard miserable expression era was simply unbeatable. unfortunately, and this is maybe the most insane thing i’ve ever said about a man, or at least top ten, when his half eaten corpse was laid out face down, and it had noticeable back hair, i got the ick. just to add insult to injury :/

i’m as surprised as you are that he’s not higher, number six, james fitzjames! he is my pretty pretty princess. nails, hair, hips, heels. high femme queen in his cunty little outfits ordering the men around. i want to brush his hair, one hundred strokes minimum. i think this is less sexual than some others on this list, it’s more appreciation. but my god do i appreciate him.

stay alive, number five, it’s thomas jopson. most beautiful haunted doll in the arctic, but that pretty face is covering up a seriously compelling #WeirdGuy underneath. all the shiny hair in the world can’t hide an obsession with his boss that in the modern era would be getting him a very serious meeting with HR. what a character, servicetopson you rock my world. but at the end of the day he loses points because i hate the beard. garrigan looks great with a beard in other stuff, i really don’t know why the scurvybeard was so foul. terror hair and makeup department GET IT TOGETHER. 

number phwoar, henry collins is here! he’s big he’s sweet he’s deeply mentally unstable he needs a cuddle and we’ve all seen that gif of him in aliens. would love to make him a really nice cup of tea (seems like a two sugars man), pet his hair as he rests his head in my lap, then fuck up my hip flexors. 

and now... we enter our top three. who’s made it to the prestigious cock podium?

first up, the winner of our bronze cock medal, which presumably he’ll be flogging for an unreasonable price to someone he’s assured it’s solid gold, “cornelius hickey”! people will bitch and moan about how he’s a violent lunatic who’s killed people like i’m not a cuti romero stan 🙄 i can see beyond that, my third eye is firmly open. the potential for a fun toxic relationship is absolutely off the charts bc that’s the only kind he has. and he’s very pretty when he cries. i can forgive a lot of crimes for a man whose nose entrances me.

in second place, such a close runner up, i have to award this honour to edward little. a pedestrian choice, you might think, if you don’t know the lore. i couldn’t fully explain my feelings towards this secondary character who’s not especially exciting on first watch when i started the show until i googled his actor... although i lacked the words to express this at the time i was cocking this man when i was 13 and he first appeared in misfits with a stupid neck tattoo and a horrible suit, and i cock him again now. this is a cock that’s followed me all my life, even though i forgot he existed for about a decade in between. who else can truly say they’ve EARNED a spot on my list like he has? he’s sad, he’s sopping wet, i could make him cry extremely easily. mwah

and finally...

number one. it had to be him, it was always going to be him. solomon tozer, take a bow and i’ll take ten cranberry pills. sol is thee top cock for so many reasons and chief among them is versatility. whatever you need he can be it. handsome soldier boy in a fancy red uniform that shows off his trim little waist? COCK! hostile violent mutineer throwing his life away in a rebellion? COCK! broken man inducted into a cult who cries about it? COCK!!! sexiest man in the damn arctic i know he was beating the boys off with a stick. there is a certain level of sexiness a man can reach where nothing he does is an ick, and i knew he’d reached that for me once i saw him in that insanely stupid hat at sir john’s funeral and didn’t give a fuck. call him tom jones the way he can leave his hat on. keep thotting it up in heaven/hell king i miss you every day. i know it was huge. my heart hurts.

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Tatters #27

Mrs. Creed sat on her porch swing and took in the yellow glow of a Travail night. Her shillelagh rested beside her, even though no one who knew the area would cross the school superintendent. Mrs. Creed had a sterling reputation as an educator and a bit of a martinet.

Quarts was a simple place to live, populated by the stacked and slanting four-story buildings that lent the neighborhood its name. It was a simple place for simple people. Even crime lords treated it with a light hand. People here didn’t have a lot to spare and the vermin, for all their imperialistic rhetoric, didn’t put in the effort to squeeze.

Boys she had failed in her day. Now, through daily annoyances, they failed to help her.

The voice that slid from the shadows was familiar, as familiar as a voice could be through twenty years and puberty. “Mrs. Creed.”

Mrs. Creed inhaled slowly. “You, boy.”

“I should be relieved you’re leaving my name alone.”

She was always ready to deliver a lecture. “Every child has a chance to choose a name. Families and friends and organizations will assign one…but in any classroom of mine, the child who finds it in himself to choose a name will get to keep it. Fortune.” She nudged the swing back and let it rock. “You could have picked one that doesn’t sound like a pimp’s accountant.”

“I knew what I wanted. Now I want to talk to you.”

“Bang-up job so far.”

“Yes, thank you,” Fortune said, looking like he’d bitten a lemon. “I have a proposal for you. It’s for the students.”

“Do not touch them. You’ll wish I’d only rapped your knuckles if you go that way.”

“I have no interest in interacting with them.” That was convincingly emphatic. “I've arranged a field trip for six of our kids. Seventh to ninth form. With a Centralter group. The Parthenon. A meeting with Leonard Ingrace. One big civics lesson. Keep them supervised, more than one adult at any given time.”

“We can't transport them.”

“All expenses paid. Someone's gift.”

It was a good offer. A great offer; children from Travail didn’t often to get to leave the Ward to explore the larger world. It had been years. A single day could inspire a career. She rocked and let no other noise intrude on the evening’s quiet.

“You must promise not to recruit them,” she said at last.

“Not this decade.” His straight hair was center parted, and the old, dark brown color had been sprinkled with gray or white, shining in the city glow. “Is that sufficient?”

“Damn you. And whose family did you threaten to get this outing?”

“You mistake me. A Councilman owed me a favor after I got some of his people out of that Gleaze explosion.”

“You upset a lot of addicts.”

“It'll never be produced in Tatters again. Word of honor. I immediately thought of you. I want you to send your smartest. Not your best behaved or best grades, your smartest.”

“Searching for yourself?”

“Searching for someone I can set on the stairs ahead of myself. Progress is more than one man.”

She snorted at the platitude. “Political theory from Fourth Form's greatest hellion. That'll be the day.”

“I did all my assignments.”

“Malicious compliance is no point in your favor.”

“Will you do it? Will you select your brightest?”

Mrs. Creed made a face. “I’ll confess to curiosity. I know whom I want to send.” She was privately tickled that he made such a stipulation; some of her most troublesome students might benefit where her meekest star performers might get only the most incremental lesson.

“Thank you. It’s important to me that this be done.”

“You’re a poor man’s philanthropist.”

“Then it’s a good thing we are surrounded by poor men. Good night, Mrs. Creed. May you know every step.”

“May you stay out of trouble, Fortune. You always did know who you are. What baffles me is how you live with it.” She harrumphed and pushed her swing. “Thank you. That’s done, then.”

[gomensbrainrotsyndrome]

I'm back with another aria! (Sorry, I think my opera singer is peeking through... actually no, I'm not sorry about that at all). You gave me permission to come at you with classical music, so here we are >:)

This one needs a translation, so this ask going to be rather long. Also, I feel like I should provide context, because it's too funny if you think about it long enough/too long.

So, the aria is Agathe's scene/aria "Wie nahte mir der Schlummer ... Leise, leise" from Der Freischütz by Carl Maria von Weber. It’s in German, so here is my best attempt at a translation of the weird ass grammar in this aria (I'll add a short summary of the opera afterwards, there definitely is a 1941 thing going on here):

How did slumber approach me before I saw him.

Yes, love tends to go hand in hand with grief. Does the moon laugh (as in shine) over his path? What a beautiful night!

Softly, softly, my devout tune, fly up towards the circle of stars. Song, resound, celebrating my prayer may waft to the heavenly hall.

Oh, how bright the golden stars! With what pure light they glow! Only there, by the distant mountains, a storm seems to be brewing. There, by the forest, a host of dark clouds is floating, dull and heavy.

To you I turn my hands, Lord without beginning and without end. To protect us from dangers, send your angelic hosts!

Everything is at rest. Beloved friend, why do you delay? Even if my ear eagerly listens, only the pine is rustling. Only the birch's leaves in the grove whisper through the serene silence. Only nightingale and cricket seem to enjoy the night air.

But how? Is my ear not deceiving me? There, it sounds like footsteps, there from amidst the pines, something emerges - It's him! The flag of love may stream! Your girl is awake even in the night!

He doesn't seem to see me yet.

God, if the moonlight doesn't deceive me, flowers adorn his hat! Certainly! He did the best shot! That means good fortune for tomorrow!

Oh, sweet hope! Newly revived courage!

All my pulses beat, and the heart is beating brashly, sweetly delighted towards him!

Is it not deceit? Is it not delusion? Heaven, accept the tears of gratefulness for this favour of hope!

And here is the promised summary:

Agathe is the forester's daughter. She and Max are engaged, but he is only allowed to marry her if he wins a shooting contest to prove that he is capable of taking over her father's business. He's a good marksman, but lately, he's been too nervous to land his shots (yes, this opera can be read as a metaphor for erectile dysfunction. No, I did not make that up). So, he strikes a deal with a demon, Samael: he gets seven bullets that will always find their target.

The catch Samael doesn't tell him about: the first six will hit whatever Max wants them to. The seventh one though will hit what Samael chooses.

The next day, the day of the contest, arrives, and Max wins. With only one bullet left, he wants to shoot a dove in celebration. However, Samael chooses Agathe as his target. But, by the power of being a Good Girl (tm), she miraculously escapes (no, I did not make that up, either. She's literally too good and too pious to be hit by the devil's bullet. Also she got a blessing from a hermit).

In the end, the hermit appears and tells her dad to stop it with the contests, poor boy was so under pressure he literally couldn't shoot without help from the devil. And it was a dumb tradition, anyway.

Max and Agathe are allowed to marry, everyone's happy, the end.

The aria is set while Max is in the woods making his deal with Samael. Agathe sits at home, waiting for him, because he said he'd go practice and then come back and visit her.

Have fun with this one!

Don’t know about that summary and it is literally about other blorbos BUT lyrics wise this serves up all the good gomens flavour like heaven lord even a nightingale, the pining’s real good, i suppose the bullet thing is 1941-ish, excellent submission overall!

[tamaharu]

(stumbles out of the closet covered in blood) hey what if eve from the bible was transmasc

After Eve ate the apple, she stayed in the garden for seven days.

Eve climbed a tree until she could see how past the garden walls

Sands veered forever into dunes

And the setting sun moved from sharp to soft

(Heaven, nagging pressure from way up high, illuminated

The skin unvarnished, static, His image put to rock)

Colors smudged by rain hitting the far surface like needles.

She crawled down and went to sleep

Sated by movement, hungry for change,

Where, tucked against the rib-cage of Adam,

She dreamt of growing from him like her meal.

When God came and asked if she ate the apple

Eve could have stood straight and said:

Yes. And it was crisp and

Now I want to go and look for hail,

Or gravel,

Or sex,

Or anything that can bite me back.

But she learned how to have and never how to ask, so

When she told God she hadn't,

He believed her and left.

A day lasts a year in Heaven;

A year lasts a life.

The air was sweet with untended flowers and

Fruits meant more for peeling than eating.

She never dug soil from under her toenails,

Nor popped blisters on her sole.

Eve noticed the way plants tilted under her touch and nothing else,

Longed for a storm to come and eat the rose bush

Where touching the thorns felt like an echo:

Too distant, really, to say anything true.

There was the day she could have minded Adam

Except when she approached he turned to show her

A caterpillar, fuzzy and green and small and

Since she could not tell him how it could become a butterfly

Because she couldn't tell him about butterflies without talking about cocoons

Or the way home can't last forever

Or how floating along the current still counts as swimming in the river

(She's such a hypocrite

Pretending the teeth marks will never brown)

She sat there and made the insect crawl back off her fingers.

It was easy to stay in the garden, natural, beautiful, assured,

And Eve took no pleasure in it,

And Eve wished to leave the garden,

And Eve never did.

And one day Adam loomed over her

And his shadow was cold against her breast

(The breast she hadn't realized was a breast

Until the pull of snake's scales against it, pleading get it off me)

And Adam asked her why she was crying

And what crying was

And how he could help

And in six days the LORD made the heavens

And the earth, the sea,

And all that is in them,

And rested the seventh day

And Eve could no longer pretend she knew nothing of His wonders

And Eve pulled Adam by his neck

And swallowed him

And Adam tasted like blood

And dirt from the apple's skin.

The carcass’ cover weighed down her shoulder,

Flaming metal blocking her way back.

The sparks of heat made her sweat

Salt, which she licked away from her brow.

It satisfied her to know disgust and

There was no point to setting up the cherubim;

Skin and slick, rot, lashes of pain, sense, connate shifts, damn it, damn--

The only thing she wanted since seven days since

She tripped over the roots of the apple tree then

Ravenous, reached for it with a stretch she felt all the way to her feet.

[baxterkairos]

GAP THEORY, THE GREATEST CONSPIRACY THEORY, May 15, 2026

According to the Gap Theory, God had already created a fully functional earth with all creatures (Genesis 1:1) but was then destroyed (Genesis 1:2) by an unknown phenomenon, causing a gap of billions of years before the second creation, as described in Genesis 1:3, commenced.

GENESIS 1:1, 2

(1) In the BEGINNING GOD CREATED the HEAVEN and the EARTH.

(2) And the EARTH was WITHOUT FORM, and VOID; and darkness was upon the face of the deep…

In Strong’s Hebrew #8414, the word “form” means “desert, empty place, wilderness,” while the word “void” in #922 means “emptiness.”

The formless and void state in Genesis 1:2 was being illustrated akin to the end of the world, which was likewise void as of a wilderness.

JEREMIAH 4:23, 25-26

(23) I beheld the EARTH, and, lo, it was WITHOUT FORM, and VOID; and the HEAVENS, and they had NO LIGHT.

(25) …there was NO MAN…

(26) …the fruitful place was a WILDERNESS…

Hence, the scripture plainly disproves the Gap Theory, for there is no possibility of any creatures prior to the beginning of creation foretold in Genesis 1:3.

If there was an existence of life billions of years prior to Genesis 1:3, there should have been archeological evidence such as fossilized remains to support such claims, for genuine faith will only be established when there is genuine evidence (Hebrews 11:1).

Adam was clearly considered in the scripture as the first man whom God had created, and likewise the first father, just as Eve, Adam’s wife, became the mother of all creatures on earth.

1 CORINTHIANS 15:45, 47

(45) …The FIRST MAN ADAM was made a living soul…

(47) The FIRST MAN is of the EARTH, earthy…

ISAIAH 43:27 Thy FIRST father hath SINNED… have transgressed against me.

GENESIS 3:20 And ADAM called his WIFE's name EVE; because she was the MOTHER of ALL LIVING.

Similarly, Adam has committed the first sin, which prompts the first death (Romans 5:16–19, 6:23), indicating that no creature had ever died before God created Adam and Eve.

ROMANS 5:12, 14

(12) …as by ONE MAN SIN ENTERED into the WORLD, and DEATH BY SIN; and so DEATH PASSED upon ALL MEN…

(14) …DEATH REIGNED FROM ADAM to Moses, even over them that had not sinned after the similitude of ADAM'S TRANSGRESSION…

Additionally, Gap theory only considers the six days of creation as literal 24-hour days, for Genesis 1:5, 31 reckoned it having morning and evening, unlike the seventh day, which had not been specified, as it indicates an eternal rest. (Genesis 2:1-2).

The word “day (Genesis 2:1-2)” in Hebrew #3117 means from sunrise to sunset, or from one sunset to the next, which constitutes a literal period of one day.

LEVITICUS 23:32, 38

(32) It shall be unto you a SABBATH OF REST… FROM EVEN UNTO EVEN, shall ye CELEBRATE your SABBATH.

(38) Beside the SABBATHS of the LORD… and beside all your freewill OFFERINGS…

2 CHRONICLES 2:4 …and for the burnt OFFERINGS MORNING and EVENING, on the SABBATHS…

Hereupon, the seventh day Sabbath, which God commanded everyone to observe, as He likewise rested and sanctified it, is not symbolically referring to an eternal rest but rather a literal 24-hour period.

GENESIS 2:3, 4

(3) And God BLESSED the SEVENTH DAY, and SANCTIFIED it… had RESTED from all his work…

(4) These are the GENERATIONS… in the day that the LORD GOD MADE the EARTH and the HEAVENS,

In Strong’s Hebrew #8435, the word “generations” means “birth, decent, family, history.”

Consequently, there has been no other occurrence prior to the creation recorded in Genesis 1:3–31, whereby living creatures had been created and flourished, for generations of all men had only birthed as the heavens and the earth were finished.

In the Hebrew Tanakh, “ELOHIM” or “GODS” in Genesis 1:1 was mentioned 2,602 times, a flipped figure of 2026, the exact year of Christ’s return.

Thereby, the Gap theory is absolutely a conspiracy theory fabricated by several Bible scholars in order to undermine the Creator and the seventh-day Sabbath, which is the everlasting covenant (Leviticus 24:8).

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

[bills-bible-basics]

THE SEVENTH DAY SABBATH -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made." Genesis 2:2-3, KJV "And in the first day there shall be an holy convocation, and in the seventh day there shall be an holy convocation to you; no manner of work shall be done in them, save that which every man must eat, that only may be done of you." Exodus 12:16, KJV "And he [Moses] said unto them, This is that which the LORD hath said, To morrow is the rest of the holy sabbath unto the LORD: bake that which ye will bake to day, and seethe that ye will seethe; and that which remaineth over lay up for you to be kept until the morning. And they laid it up till the morning, as Moses bade: and it did not stink, neither was there any worm therein. And Moses said, Eat that to day; for to day is a sabbath unto the LORD: to day ye shall not find it in the field. Six days ye shall gather it; but on the seventh day, which is the sabbath, in it there shall be none . . . See, for that the LORD hath given you the sabbath, therefore he giveth you on the sixth day the bread of two days; abide ye every man in his place, let no man go out of his place on the seventh day. So the people rested on the seventh day." Exodus 16:23-26, 29-30, KJV "Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the LORD blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it." Exodus 20:8-11, KJV "Six days thou shalt do thy work, and on the seventh day thou shalt rest: that thine ox and thine ass may rest, and the son of thy handmaid, and the stranger, may be refreshed." Exodus 23:12, KJV "And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, Speak thou also unto the children of Israel, saying, Verily my sabbaths ye shall keep: for it is a sign between me and you throughout your generations; that ye may know that I am the LORD that doth sanctify you. Ye shall keep the sabbath therefore; for it is holy unto you: every one that defileth it shall surely be put to death: for whosoever doeth any work therein, that soul shall be cut off from among his people. Six days may work be done; but in the seventh is the sabbath of rest, holy to the LORD: whosoever doeth any work in the sabbath day, he shall surely be put to death. Wherefore the children of Israel shall keep the sabbath, to observe the sabbath throughout their generations, for a perpetual covenant. It is a sign between me and the children of Israel for ever: for in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, and on the seventh day he rested, and was refreshed." Exodus 31:12-17, KJV "Six days thou shalt work, but on the seventh day thou shalt rest: in earing time and in harvest thou shalt rest." Exodus 34:21, KJV "Six days shall work be done, but on the seventh day there shall be to you an holy day, a sabbath of rest to the LORD: whosoever doeth work therein shall be put to death. Ye shall kindle no fire throughout your habitations upon the sabbath day." Exodus 35:2-3, KJV "One man esteemeth one day above another: another esteemeth every day alike. Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind." Romans 14:5, KJV "And he said unto them, The sabbath was made for man, and not man for the sabbath: Therefore the Son of man is Lord also of the sabbath." Mark 2:27-28, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/the-seventh-day-sabbath-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=158290&THE%20SEVENTH%20DAY%20SABBATH%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List

[scrumpledorph-writes]

Koben’s Proudest Accomplishment (Ruining Her CO’s Career)

I

‘The prosecution would like to call Lance Corporal Tarani to testify as to the veracity of the claims made against Second Lieutenant Blackmire.’ This trial feels like it’s been dragging on for days, but now’s my chance to nail Anton to the wall. Can’t believe it took an Imperial military trial to settle an academy grudge, but he stepped too far out of line this time.

‘Lance Corporal Tarani, would you start by stating your relationship to Mr. Blackmire?’ I can see him grinding his teeth like gears. It’ll be a wonder if he can speak by the end of this, he might just spit dust. ‘We’ve known each other since the first year of Imperial Academy. He was placed in ninety eighth squad, me in seventy seventh, but we both ended up in ninetieth after the first year performance reevaluation, and stayed in it until we graduated. I went into service, he went on to officer’s school, and a few years later he was put in command of my squad.’ Your eyes aren’t going to fire blaster bolts Anton, you can stop glaring so hard.

‘Having established your history, would you say that the testimony as to his character thus far has been accurate? Do you have any further additions you’d like to make to it?’ Oh do I ever. ‘Everything said so far is true; he’s entitled, self absorbed, and generally neglectful when it comes to his duties. I would like to add that the very first time we met he mocked me for being from the outer rim while bragging about his family pedigree.’

‘This is completely unsubstantiated, he has no proof! You people can’t possibly believe him!’ ‘Mr. Blackmire, please do not make me remind you once more that you are not to speak unless called upon. One more outburst and you will be found in contempt of court. Given the consistent testimony across witnesses, the court is inclined to take it as factual, if circumstantial to the charges.’ Daddy’s money can’t get you out of this one.

‘Would you say that these traits clouded his judgment in combat situations?’ ‘Absolutely. He put his own glory and career first, the interests of the Empire second. Cowardice when he thought failure would damage his reputation, recklessness when he thought he could take credit for victory. On top of that, the further from the core worlds a soldier was born, the worse he’d treat them.’ That’ll really twist the knife. He looks like there actually is a knife in him right now.

‘Fascinating, thank you very much. The prosecution rests its inquiry. We would like to bring forth one final piece of evidence, Lance Corporal Tarani’s combat log as recorded by his helmet leading up to and during the engagement.’ Oh, they managed to salvage the footage? This should be good.

II

‘The scouts are back sir, the enemy position is heavily fortified. Long sight lines, minimal cover on approach, high walls, but vulnerable to heavy munitions. If we make camp here, wait for equipment, and shell them out this should be trivial.’ ‘No.’ ‘No, sir?’ ‘That’s right, I said no. These are backwater savages with salvaged, half functional munitions, and you expect me to believe they have the ability to hold ground against Imperial forces? We shall have this city by nightfall.’

‘Even against obsolete blaster technology, our armor would only be rated to take at most six hits, they’d pick us off one by one on the approach.’ ‘They’re situated in a canyon, are they not?’ ‘Yes, with heavy ramparts overlooking either entrance. Primitive, their walls are made of thick stone, but still effective against small arms – they’d crumble to even one well aimed mortar shot. If you’re worried about time, a single orbital round would devastate the city, we could walk in unarmed-’

‘No! I will not have my achievements undercut by the press of a single button from thousands of kilometres away! Just stop talking, give me time to think. Dismissed.’

It’s been almost an hour, he’s really racking his brains trying to figure this out. Guess the officer’s academy didn’t improve him much. If it had, he’d call in some damn equipment. ‘Troopers, attention! I have devised a strategy of attack. While they are defended from all horizontal angles, I have been informed that the city is neglected from above. As a forward unit, we have been equipped with jump packs.’ Oh he can’t be serious. ‘You will infiltrate the city from the ridge-line above, dropping on top of them and subverting their primitive defences. Once inside, you will perform a surgical strike against the city’s military leadership and claim it for the Empire.’ This isn’t just a bad plan, this is suicide.

‘Sir, half of these men haven’t used jump packs since the academy, and our recon only surveyed as far as the outer walls of the city. There are far too many unaccounted variables to-’ ‘Then overcome them. You’ve been with this squad longer than I have, surely you can inspire them to victory from the front, can’t you? Tarani the overachiever, Tarani the prodigy, Tarani the killing machine, that’s all I’ve ever heard anyone say about you; I’ve merely factored your skill into my calculations. Or are you not as good as they say?’

This is just a stupid power trip. Sending a whole squad to their death so I get caught as collateral. If I say yes I probably die before I hit the ground, if I say no I definitely get executed for treason. Guess the only way out is forward, nothing new. ‘Fine. I’ll suit up and lead the drop.’ ‘I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. I look forward to seeing you work.’

Two of them could barely remember how to get the packs on, this won’t go well. They have to know this is absurd, do I put on a brave face and try to pull them through it, or be honest about our chances? If we do a slow descent they’ll hear us coming and shoot us out of the air, and that’s if none of them happen to look up. ‘Corporal, since the Lieutenant left you in charge of the drop, do you have any advice?’

‘I won’t lie, I don’t like these odds. You can’t come in slow or you’ll get shot out of the air. I keep up to date on my jump pack training, so my plan is a rapid descent only using it to break my fall before impact. I recommend all of you who can handle that do the same. Otherwise, keep your wits about you in the air and terminate any hostiles before they can draw a bead on you. Good luck, I’ll see you on the other side.’ I sure hope so anyway. Three, two, one.

They keep vigilant around here, blaster bolts already flying from the ramparts. Can tell just from the sound these are old models, but the size of those bolts has me concerned they just might over penetrate. That building over there looks like a palace, better aim for it. Ease onto the trigger, start small so it doesn’t kick and sputter. Levelling out, low enough to put buildings between me and the walls, as good of an approach as I can ask for. Better get out of this open square though.

Still a ways to go to that palace, and all these alleys stop a long distance short. Footsteps, two sets, not Imperial. One set, I forgot these things are quadrupeds. Two good blaster shots still puts them down, good enough for me. Better move, check in on the squad.

‘This is Corporal Tarani; I’ve made landfall and am on approach to the palace, the rest of you report status.’ ‘Private Stillwater here: it’s not looking good sir. I just landed in an exposed position, hard – saw two shot out of the air on the way down, and one had a malfunctioning jump jet, made terminal impact with a building. Waiting for a stimpack to take effect on my leg, then I’ll try to reconvene with you, sir.’ ‘Anyone else still alive, report in now.’ Too many seconds of silence. ‘Well Tarani, it seems like you’ll have your work cut out for you.’

Two soldiers are better than one, and Stillwater landed closer to the palace than me, better find him. Seems like these guards aren’t used to urban combat, not checking their corners. Two more down, who knows how many more to go. ‘Stillwater, on route to you, status update.’

‘Pinned down and returning fire, could sure use some support. Took a couple shots to the leg on top of a rough drop, but the stimpack should have me back on my feet soon enough. Behind a – I think this is fruit?- stall, sounds like four blasters whittling away at it.’ He always saved the important details for last. Think I can see him.

Must be more of an honour guard than practical this close to the palace, their shooting is all over the place. No way the Lieutenant accounted for that. Four shots, four kills, a clear market square, and a Trooper doing his best in a bad situation. ‘Good to see you Stillwater, I could use some fire support.’ ‘I might have to lean on you, but let’s go.’ ‘No, you take up a firing position and cover me, give that leg some rest.’ ‘Sounds like a plan, sir.’ Far from ideal, but one extra set of eyes is better than none.

No more guards out here, can only assume they’ve barricaded themselves inside. ‘This is Lance Corporal Tarani once again requesting a status update from any Troopers who survived landing, report in.’ Silence. Damn it. Nothing for it but to finish this up.

No automated defences, this place really is primitive. One shot ringing out from behind me. ‘Scratch one, I’ve got your back Corporal.’ ‘Affirmative. Breaching now.’ A tripwire as the door swings open, just barely have time to jump back. Not a high explosive yield, but would have been enough to kill me if I was slower. Those blaster shots ringing out are a bigger problem.

Smoke gave me enough time to take cover behind the door – ears are ringing but I can tell from the trajectories there are at least four shooters. Four consistent trajectories, they’re not advancing. There’s a break in the fire, take a quick peek. They’re blind firing, I’ve got a chance. Inject a stimpack, wait for the next break in fire.

Firing’s stopped, time to go: they’re advancing on the door, not smart. Rush the closest one, grazed by a few shots before I can get behind his corpse, can barely feel them right now. Nice thing about such big enemies is they make for great cover once they’re dead. Have a few seconds to think.

They’ve bolted behind the columns, one’s not quite hidden. One shot to the leg, he stumbles, he’s dead. Two to go, but they learn from their comrades’ mistakes pretty well – no angle on them. This body’s too heavy to carry as portable cover, nothing for it but a grenade. Prime the detonator, three, two- throw!

Perfect throw, one’s dead, the other’s reeling. Can’t kill him yet though, this is a big palace. One stun shot to the arm, to be safe. ‘I’m taking you hostage, take me to your king.’ ‘Please, we are a peaceful people, end this bloodshed.’ Like hell. ‘Most of my squad was shot dead from the ramparts.’ ‘Those who guard the city are of lesser stock, more base than us. You are in the palace, the home of the civilized.’ They’re civilized enough for segregation, fantastic. Half tempted to kill him myself and find my own way around. ‘Get moving.’

Didn’t have time to take it in before, but this place is rich. Gold trim running along the walls and up the pillars. I can see why the Empire wants them subjugated. This room doesn’t loo any different from the others, would have taken me a while to find. ‘You go first.’ Two guards, and a family wearing some of the fanciest clothes I’ve ever seen. This must be them. ‘Put down your weapons, or he dies.’

He wasn’t kidding, they are peaceful – that never works. ‘Oh great warrior in white, I ask you please spare us. Take whatever it is your people have come for, we are blessed with plenty.’ ‘I come on behalf of the Galactic Empire, what I’ve come for is to vassalize your people. Send an order to your people to stand down, more men will be arriving soon to begin negotiations.’ I was never any good at this part, and Anton loving the sound of his own voice turns out to have some use cases.

‘Squad – Stillwater and any others who may still be hearing this: I have the ruling family hostage now. Hold position, I’m establishing a direct line to the Lieutenant.’ That bastard had better appreciate this. ‘Lieutenant Blackmire, I’m reporting mission success; the royals are standing down and ready for negotiations.’ ‘You are? Well, colour me...impressed.’ His voice is dripping with venom, not sure he could hide his disappointment if he tried. ‘I’ll put in the call for a direct reinforcement, stand by. You really are as good as they say. Shame about the rest of the squad, but these things can’t be helped.’ Like hell they can’t.

III

Hard to think of a more damning condemnation than that, he’ll be lucky if that footage doesn’t land him in front of a firing squad. Surprised it’s taken this long to deliberate, but here comes the judge now. I can’t wait. ‘In light of the evidence presented to me – it is clear that the defendant, Second Lieutenant Anton Blackmire, is unfit for a position of military command.’ Good to hear someone else finally say it. ‘Such wilful squandering of Imperial manpower, a cumulative twenty four years of experience and eighty percent casualty rate, carries potentially steep penalties.’ Firing squad, come on just say the words. Stuck up bastard’s deserved it since day one.

‘However, in recognition of his unwavering material support in the form of generous independent donations to the Empire’s coffers, I believe that the removal of his rank and disbarment from future military service shall prove sufficient in mitigating his potential to misuse Imperial assets.’ He actually bought his way out of execution, I can’t believe it. Still looks miserable about it, so I guess that will have to do.

‘As of this moment, Second Lieutenant Blackmire is dishonourably discharged from the Imperial military, and forbade from service within any branch, save for a case of being conscripted by an appropriate military authority, with no opportunity to appeal this verdict. He has until midnight to collect any belongings and settle any business on military property before he shall be barred from entry. This court is adjourned.’ I guess that’ll have to do, he was always going on about his career prospects, and that definitely sank them. He looks like he’s about to blow a gasket though.

‘You ungrateful pack of backwater inbreds! This court was stacked against me from the beginning, I should have been tried on Coruscant! How could I be subject to a judgment from my peers when my stock is so self evidently superior to all of you?! This was a smear campaign from a bunch of envious louts! That plan worked, the footage even said that half of them simply hadn’t trained with jump packs since academy, I can’t possibly be held responsible for being tasked with leading incompetents!’ He must have been dying to say all this the whole trial. Surprised he kept it in this long.

Tarani, if you had stayed at my side I could have made something out of you! You would just have had to follow in my footsteps and ride my coattails to the top, but you threw it away! You’ll regret this, you miserable wretch!’ Oh good, they’re dragging him away, I’ll let them handle it. Much as I’d love to finally knock him out cold, assaulting a civilian in a courtroom would probably be a bad idea. ‘Watch how you address a member of the Imperial military, Mister Blackmire.’ That felt good enough.

[thatforgottenbasilisk]

"surprise adoption" but not as a euphemism for kidnapping, dabi's just kinda dense okay

Words: 2126 (AO3)

Summary:

Todoroki Touya has Three siblings. No more, no less.

Toga Himiko is not one of them. He's kind of confused on why she seems to think she is.

For Whumptober 2023 Day 20, Prompt #2: Found Family

"Okay, but let's say, hypothetically, that we're not doing that and also you're stupid." Touya hears Tomura's childish nattering coming from the beanbag, followed by a loud sound that can only be described as 'mocking' in Himiko's even more childish voice, emanating from the couch. He already has a migraine and it's not even noon yet.

Still, despite said migraine, Touya pinches the bridge of his nose and butts in anyway. "Do I want to know what you're bitching about now?" he asks, only for that to be the wrong fucking question for his migraine, because Tomura and Himiko both decide that they should start yelling over each other at the maximum possible volume in response.

"If you two don't shut up, I will turn around and leave." Touya threatens, and the both of them dutifully shut up. God, it's like Fuyumi and Natsuo all over again. "Now. Crazy, what's Crusty vetoing?" The others have all grown used to his cheap-shot nicknames, enough so it barely gets a rise out of any of them. Unfortunate.

Himiko's twin buns pop up over the back of the couch, just before the rest of her torso appears, propped up on the couch by locked elbows and fingernails that would dig gouge marks in a weaker piece of furniture. "You know how the Commission is terrible and mean to Hawksie?" She asks innocently, and Touya already knows where this is going. Their three-timing birdie was supposed to be a spy from the HPSC, except those assholes suck so bad that their rat turned tail on them the first chance he got- so now, instead of Hawks being a mole for those assholes, he's their stool pigeon in exchange for as much freedom as they can get him.

"Yes, I also want to kill them for him, but Tomura's got a point. It's a lot of risk for a little reward, especially considering we can kill them with less risk if we wait 'til we've got more firepower." Touya tries to get Himiko off the immediate murder-train, figuring that she's probably more impulsive because they're low on her blood supply and she never says anything when that happens. He also has no idea if Tomura actually said anything about the idea besides an outright denial and an insult, but for both of their sakes he'll pretend that he did.

Himiko groans, and pushes herself even further forward, elbows still locked, so that she ends up staring at the floor and hanging halfway over the back of the couch. Touya would be concerned for her health and well-being and most pertinently the possibility of her falling face-first onto the floor, except that she's done worse things on that couch and not injured herself so far, so his concern has mostly been replaced by what he's internally coined the 'Fuyumi Principle.'

The Fuyumi Principle was so named because many, many years ago, when he'd been seven and Fuyumi had been six, she'd already needed glasses in order to see almost anything. Since she was also six, she often refused to wear her glasses unless she absolutely had to, which led her to stand far too close to things in order to see them properly instead of just putting her damned glasses on. At first, Touya had been worried that she'd wind up in a precarious situation because of it- he'd been seven, so his go-to thoughts were that she'd accidentally stand in quicksand or something- but whenever he or their parents tried to get her to just wear her glasses, she'd refuse. That is, she refused until about a week before her seventh birthday, when she'd been excitedly looking at cakes in the bakery without being able to read the sign at the top that said not to get too close to the glass. Her nose was practically touching the display when a worker, one who wasn't quite paying attention, opened the case from the front in order to take something out of it.

The glass was flipped up, and it caught Fuyumi directly in the face and bruised her nose so much that she thought it broke. Touya had laughed hysterically, because he'd told her that this would happen a dozen times before and she had never listened. Thus, the Fuyumi Principle- if he told someone they were going to get hurt doing something and they get hurt doing it anyway, it's just fucking funny.

"What if we just kill one of them, though? Like, the President or something. Hawksie keeps talking about her and how mean she is, and we'd be able to kill her way easier than any of his Handlers! She's super public! All I'd have to do is get the blood of one of her guards, and boom! Done-zo!" Himiko picks herself back up in her excitement over her own plan, and to be fair, it's not a bad plan. If Touya were sure that they could get away with it without anyone knowing it was them, then he'd be behind it a hundred percent- except that Himiko's quirk is very well-known, and very distinctive. Anyone would be able to tell that it was the League who killed Madam President, including Hawks' Handlers, who may or may not know the details of his assignment to spy on them.

There's probably some kind of fail-safe, somewhere, just in case they do try anything against that woman. Madam President is pragmatic, much more than the last HPSC President he remembers his father complaining about on the phone sometimes, so she's likely not the only person who knows about all her plans and dirty dealings. If it were him, he'd have a small inner circle of people, each one knowing some-but-not-all of his secret projects, so that if he were to die unexpectedly they could each keep up his work and take any appropriate revenge without any of them individually having too much power while he's still alive. That may be the approach that Madam President is taking, considering what he's gotten relayed from Hawks about the way she thinks.

So, Touya sighs in disappointment, and vetoes that, too. "Sorry, kid, but we don't know if they'll take it out on the bird for not stopping us or whatever."

"But he can't hear us! He has no way of knowing about our plans!" Himiko argues, and Touya bites the inside of his lip to keep from telling her about the myriad of feathers around the base, including the one he always keeps in his pocket, and how Hawks' quirk lets him hear out of every single one of them. Hawks can hear them talking right now, though whether or not he's paying any attention is up for debate.

"Do you think they give a rat's ass about that?" Touya shoots back, and Himiko finally crosses her arms and slides down into the seat of the couch.

"No..." She mumbles dejectedly, and Touya knows he's won. Suddenly, he remembers the other troublemaker in the room, and glances over to the beanbag where Tomura was yelling from a moment ago.

Tomura's still sitting there, but now he's got his earbuds plugged into his Switch and is paying absolutely zero attention to his surroundings. Touya contemplates interrupting him just to be an asshole, but ultimately decides against it.

"Guess who brought doughnuts!" There's a shout from the door, and speak of the devil, Hawks himself comes marching in, box of doughnuts in hand. Himiko perks up again, Tomura's earbuds have magically disappeared, and there's a lot of clamoring from upstairs from everyone else who heard the yell. Hawks opens the box with a dramatic flourish, and grabs a big jelly-filled doughnut from the middle. Himiko runs up to him, and he wordlessly points to the doughnut in the corner, which Touya knows was probably filled with a special kind of jelly with blood and some other product, just so it doesn't taste like a meat pastry, so that it's friendly to people with blood-based quirks. Hawks has been going to that specific bakery for a while now, purely because it caters to the needs of people like Himiko, and Touya doesn't like just how much that makes him want to kiss Hawks senseless every time he thinks about the things he does like that.

Touya leisurely walks over to where Hawks is putting the box down on the coffee table, and Hawks keeps eating his doughnut like it'll explode any minute- which, to be fair, it probably will, that bakery does tend to overfill their jelly doughnuts- and silently points to Touya's chocolate cake doughnut, that Hawks must have specifically requested they put caramel on because Touya just recently found out that they don't sell chocolate caramel doughnuts even though that's what Hawks gets him every fucking time.

He loves this man. He'll kill anyone who hears him say it aloud.

Hawks finishes his doughnut while everyone else fights over the rest of the box. He only gets special doughnuts for Himiko and Touya- blood quirk and boyfriend privileges respectively- and gets a random assortment for the rest of them to bite each other over like the feral fucking gremlins they are. He isn't even exaggerating, Spinner's got a scar on his wrist from Tomura really digging his fuckin' teeth in over a chocolate sprinkle doughnut. Kudos to Spinner, he kept ahold of the damn thing, but at what cost?

There are no chocolate sprinkle doughnuts today, which is probably for the best if Hawks wants to avoid a bloodbath, but it's still slightly disappointing to the part of Touya that craves violence. Maybe he should go out recruiting again, that'll sate the bloodlust for a bit. Soon, there is only a sad lemon-filled doughnut that Kurogiri will claim at some point in the next hour, and Touya's demons are satiated for the time being.

Himiko licks her fingers of powdered sugar- somehow she was the winner of the most doughnuts today, a crown that usually goes to Compress- and decides to live her truth and say something absolutely cursed, probably to make up for how much stuff she was saying earlier that Touya fundamentally agreed with.

"I wish you were my brother instead of Dabi." She pouts, and if Touya were drinking something he'd have choked. Hawks, who was drinking from a water bottle a moment ago, does choke, and Touya's still too gobsmacked to laugh at the spit-take.

"When did I become your brother, exactly? Last I checked, you did not grow up in my house and I did not grow up in yours." Touya asks Himiko, who just giggles. Giggles! Like she hasn't just thrown all of his mental comparisons between her and a younger and thus more chaotic Fuyumi into a whole new light! What the fuck!

"You know what I mean. You call me Crazy but you'd torch anyone else who tries it, you get bitchy at me when I don't tell you about how much blood isn't in the freezer, you're my brother and you're stuck with me. Also, you and Hawksie can't both be my brother because then by the transitive property you'd be brothers with each other, and I'm not gonna be the one who makes it weird." Himiko nods to herself at the end of her rant, and plops back down at her old spot on the couch like she's just said something that everyone else is already aware of.

... Nobody else is reacting at all except for Hawks. What? What does this mean?

"Okay, disregarding the accusations of transitive property incest- " Touya interrupts Hawks with a loud and disgusted choking noise " -Is that really what siblings are like?" Hawks is out here asking the wrong fucking questions.

Himiko, an only child, shrugs. "I think so. I had friends with siblings and they were like that." Mr. Compress, a man who could not be more clearly an only child, nods in agreement.

Spinner pipes up with a horrible, "As a middle child with multiple siblings, I can concur. That's what older brothers are like. I'm sorry, Dabi, but you're a brother now." He nods solemnly, and Touya resists the urge to scream.

"First of all, I'm already a brother and I already have a little sister, thank you. Second of all, you declared me your brother and then immediately disowned me? Ungrateful!" Touya's just decided to shelve his crisis for later and be an asshole now. Maybe he is Himiko's weird pseudo-brother, now he thinks on it. He pulled this shit on Fuyumi and Natsuo all the time as a kid.

There's a sudden uproar at the possibility that "Dabi revealed a personal information," and Touya gives up and goes the fuck to his room.

[christian-perspectives]

Is All Sin The Same?

Is one sin more severe than another or are they all the same?  That is a good question. Some say one is greater than another while others say sin is sin. God being holy, hates sin. He would rather that we avoid it and keep our eyes on Him. During the time of Moses God told the Israelites the following. Set yourselves apart to be holy, for I am the Lord your God. Keep all my decrees by putting them into practice, for I am the Lord who makes you holy. Leviticus 20:7-8 What do we know about sin? First and foremost, all sin is detestable to the Lord and all sin is punishable. Are there levels of sin or are they all the same? Let’s take a closer look. In Leviticus, various sins received different levels of punishment. If a person committed murder one would think their punishment would be more severe than a lesser offense. But look at this. Anyone who dishonors father or mother must be put to death. Such a person is guilty of a capital offense. Leviticus 20:9 So those who committed a capital offense, God wanted to be punished by death. Those sins mainly consisted of sexual sins and the sacrificing to and worshiping of other gods. But the death penalty went beyond sexual immorality and spiritual prostitution. When God gave the nation of Israel His commandments He expected them to be followed. Even this one; You have six days each week for your ordinary work, but the seventh day must be a Sabbath day of complete rest, a holy day dedicated to the Lord. Anyone who works on the Sabbath must be put to death. Exodus 31:15

Not All Sin was Treated the Same

Leviticus 18 contains a list of detestable sins. God removed the inhabitants of the promised land because of their detestable acts. He warned the Israelites from doing those same acts. Whoever commits any of these detestable sins will be cut off from the community of Israel. Leviticus 18:29 Punishments for other sins could mean the removal of a person from the community. It could be until sundown or up to several days. In other words, not all sin was treated the same. Today, however, Jesus replaced or should I say, fulfilled the Old Testament law. The Apostle Paul told how that law benefits us. The law was our guardian until Christ came; it protected us until we could be made right with God through faith. Galatians 3:24 The King James Version uses the word “schoolmaster.” One of the most important things we can learn from this schoolmaster is how seriously God takes the matter of sin. It also teaches us that the law can only tell us how to act. It can’t give us a relationship with God. This same law contains no forgiveness, it only reminded them of their sin. And we’ve all sinned. For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard. Yet God, in his grace, freely makes us right in his sight. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins. Romans 3:23-24 God gave us that promise and we can take it into eternity. Yes, we are still sinners and yes we will still sin. But when we trust in the Lord, He frees us from the PENALTY of sin.

Trust in the Lord

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take. Proverbs 3:5-6 That verse means we must live for the Lord and seek His guidance daily. When living for God, we need not be concerned if all sin is the same. Instead, we turn our sights on living a righteous life. Our focus also turns from sin to faith and hope, and from self to Christ our Redeemer. Because He is the source of our trust in God Through Christ you have come to trust in God. And you have placed your faith and hope in God because he raised Christ from the dead and gave him great glory. 1 Peter 1:21 Our verse for today says to set yourselves apart to be holy. What does it mean to be holy? It means to set yourself apart to God. Peter told us what that looks like. You are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9

Is Sin and the Penalty of Sin the Same?

As long as we live in our present bodies sin abides within us. Jesus, however, died and rose again to cleanse us of all our unrighteousness. He asks that we live for Him and obey His Word. Those who enter eternity without Christ will suffer the Penalty of sin. Too many people think their good lives and good works will get them into heaven. But it won’t! Jesus is the only way in. Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me. John 14:6 Jesus became the only sacrifice that could cleanse any of us from our sin. Accept what He did on the cross so your sins will be cleansed and your name will be written in the Lamb's Book of Life. Is all sin the same? It really doesn’t matter. You see, the last word on the subject is written toward the end of the Book of Revelation. And it all comes down to whether your name is in the book or not. Nothing evil will be allowed to enter, nor anyone who practices shameful idolatry and  dishonesty — but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. Revelation 21:27 Lord, we know that we all sin. But we also know that is not the same as the penalty of sin. Thank you for saving us from that penalty through the blood of Jesus.

Make a Commitment Today

If you don’t know Christ as your Savior, please don’t go into eternity without Him. Take the time right now to ask Him to forgive you of your sins and to come into your life. Then commit yourself to live your life for the Lord.  If you just prayed and asked Jesus into your heart (life), email me so I can be praying for you. robin@mac4320 Check out these related posts about sin. - What's The Best Way To Seek Forgiveness Of Sin? - When Someone Unintentionally Sins, What Happens? - How Does My Sin Affect Other People? - It's Important To Know How Sinful We Are - Will God Forgive Me If I Keep Sinning - How To Be Free From The Slavery Of Sin - Punishment from God Because of Sin - The Consequence of Sin - Confess Your Sins To One Another Read the full article

[youvebeenjegulused]

Endgame Jegulus Head Canons

They kept it a secret, at first.

They get together in James's fifth year, and Regulus's fourth.

James calls Regulus not only Reggie, but baby just to piss him off.

Regulus gets the mark the summer before his sixth year.

Whenever Sirius and Regulus would fight in the hallways, James would never look Regulus in the eyes, he was always too afraid that he would let something loose.

The first time they exchanged 'I love you's' was a few days after James found out Regulus had been forced to take the dark mark. He kissed his arm and whispered sweet nothings to him.

After summer and winter breaks, Regulus would close himself off for a little while after. It hurt James at first, until he knew why.

After James became head boy, he and Regulus would sleep in his room, instead of various meet-up spots.

The rest of the mauraders found out in James's seventh year. Sirius had screamed at him, how could James do that to him? Remus and Peter had been upset as well, Remus albeit more because of his boyfriend.

Sirius didn't talk to him, or Regulus for two weeks after he found out. Eventually, he and James sat down and he threatened to kill him if he ever hurt his little brother.

James stopped liking Lily in his fourth year, after he finally gave up on her. Although, they did become close friends, but nothing more.

For their seventh year prank finale, James and Sirius hung up pride flags around the school, and Sirius kissed Remus in the great hall during breakfast.

On the day of James's graduation, he proposes to Regulus. Of course, Reg says yes.

James comes out to his parents that same day.

They have to keep their relationship secret, because of the war.

Regulus becomes a spy for the order.

They find out Peter is a traitor, and sadly, they have to kill him.

Their wedding is absolutely beautiful. Wolfstar, Dorlene, Lily and Minerva Mcgonagall are the only guests. It takes place in a field full of wild flowers and blue skies. It's the first time James sees Regulus cry.

Soon later though, James sees him cry for the second time, when he feels the kicking coming from James's stomach.

James decides he's never felt real fear before when he watches his husband almost drown.

He saves him, of course. But not all of him. His left arm and peaceful sleep will forever be gone.

They decide to name him Harry James Potter. He has messy brown hair, big grey eyes and skin like a doll.

Uncle Padfoot really loves Harry, he does. Just not when he's six months old and breaks Uncle Moony's favorite mug.

Voldemort still (somehow) finds them. It's too bad that Lily is visiting when he is.

James and Regulus attend her funeral with heavy hearts. Harry's forehead adorns a lightning bolt scar.

Raising Harry with one arm is quite the task, Regulus often ponders.

Sirius, Remus, Regulus and James have a bet on Harry's Hogwarts house.

James and Sirius owe Regulus five galleons each when Harry's letter comes back with the words Slytherin written within it.

They owe him five again, when Harry sends another letter talking all about Draco Malfoy, and how annoying his blonde hair is when it glows in the sunlight.

That's why their not surprised in fourth year, during the second task when Harry drags Draco out of the water with him.

Regulus has never willing killed anyone. But when Sirius dies, so does the nearest death eater in sight. He doesn't bother looking at their face.

James and Regulus hold their son as he cries about his boyfriend, who was forced to get the mark. Just like Regulus.

Together, they worry about Harry, Neville and Luna, who are alive, somewhere out in the world, trying to destroy horcruxes.

On nights where Regulus wakes up screaming about wet hands and dead sons, James holds him close, like he used to when they were teenagers.

James cries twice that day. Once, when he sees Harry after he escaped Malfoy Manor. The second time when he sees Luna. Her eyes are dull, and she has blood dripping from her mouth.

Regulus helps Harry bury Dobby.

Harry meets Teddy Lupin, a surprise baby that came from a one night hook up between Remus and Tonks. Remus had thrown up afterwards, and decided Tonks was better as a friend, without knowing of his son.

Regulus holds his wand to Voldemorts face when he brings out Harry's dead body. James is right next to him.

With the help of Neville, Regulus kills Nagini.

James almost starts sobbing when he sees his Harry alive and breathing, throwing spells with his wand.

Regulus Potter realises how much he loves his family when he sees his son staring down at the dead, mortal body of the dark lord.

Draco and Harry take in Teddy as their own, which is a relief to Andromeda.

At Harry's wedding, James gets flashbacks of Regulus walking down the isle as Draco does. They'd chosen the same spot as he and Regulus. It's bittersweet, with the two empty chairs for Sirius and Remus.

Regulus and James go to their first pride parade. Regulus magiks rainbows onto their cheeks, and together they yell and kiss and cheer.

James Sirius Potter is a beautiful baby.

They are old now, so very old. They have a small house that overlooks a sunny clearing in the woods. They have rocking chairs that they sit in and drink tea. They tell stories of love and pranks to their four grandchildren.

James Sirius, Al, Scor and Lily remind James of the mauraders. Regulus shakes his head in exasperation, that's full of grey curls.

When James dies, Regulus forgets how to feel again.

Slowly, things brighten, but Regulus will always remember. His everything, his happiness, his partner for infinity.

So it's not unsurprising when Regulus slips away from the world on a warm summer day, a few years after James. His hand is held by a crying Harry, Teddy behind him.

They're buried together, under a willow tree. The whole family visits, at first. But slowly they all trickle away, until it's only Harry and Scorpius who still come by.

James and Regulus loved each other, beyond words and everything else in the entire world. Harry vows to remember that.