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phoenixkaptain · 1 month

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I love Stardew Valley and I love the community and I love how we all bond over pixelated chickens like we’re seventy-year-old women bonding over grandchildren- - -

But I get so annoyed with the character hate, like!!! All the characters are great!! All the romance-able characters are great!! I keep getting recommended videos about the bad parts of characters and I just want to scream!!

Penny: lovely. Charming. Kids are a big part of dating her because she teaches kids, of course she’s going to react a bit badly if you hate children. She is trying to teach kids so that they don’t have to have the same life she and her mother do, why do you hate this woman who is just anxious?

Shane: lovely. Charming. Perfect. “He still drinks after we get married, which ruins the whole story” NO. No. Shane is an alcoholic, and a severe one. If he quit cold-turkey, he would fucking die. “Harvey pumped his stomach” HE WOULD DIE. And I don’t care that my husband is messy, he has his own room and I don’t have to go over there!!

Maru: lovely. Charming. She hates working. She loves working on machines. She thinks about machines to build for you to make life easier. She’s adorable. She has a complicated relationship with her brother and I want to help them fix it goddangit because I love fictional siblings.

Elliott: lovely. Charming. An artist. He only leaves his home for like four hours a day. I can really relate to the desire to shave off all of one’s own hair. I feel that in my bones. Also, is friends with Willy and I fucking love Willy so A++

Leah: “she’s a lesbian” She’s fucking bi stop erasing bi rep in Bi Rep the Video Game

Sam: he’s a musician and a skater. This is what the perfect man looks like.

Emily: just the most charming. She has a complicated relationship with her sister because she takes care of her. She works at a saloon, how can someone not love a literal saloon worker? She’s crazy, she’s wild, she’s a flower child, I’m in love with her

Harvey: glasses. Doctor man. Occasionally puts on headphones to not so subtly hint that he doesn’t want to talk to you. This is what the perfect man looks lik-

Abigail: I don’t see a lot of people complain about Abigal, but I’ve seen a few and it just feels like- you guys love Sebastian so much but don’t like Abigail? What type of double standard is this?

Alex: everyone always says not to date him if your playing a female farmer, but honestly, his dialogue only cuts out parts if you play male. Like, he still says he felt different about you from day one even if you’re playing as a girl. The character affected the most by your gender choice in regards to dating Alex is George, and if you’ve already befriended George, he’ll apologize for being mean about your sexuality when he never even said anything mean about your sexuality, which is kind of funny

I never see people complain about Haley or Sebastian, which is fair, because Haley has a cute character arc and Sebastian loves frogs (this is what the perfect man lo-) My only problem is that people praise these two but rag on everyone else when I feel like all the characters are balanced pretty evenly in terms of good-bad traits.

Which trait is which is dependent on the person playing the game anyway, so when someone like me plays, I can’t help but find the characters perfect because I’m very forgiving when it comes to fictional characters’ undesirable traits. I mean, my favourite trait of all is stupidity, pure and unbridled, I’m talking facepalm-inducing, groan-worthy, the type of character people complain about the most; the type of stupid that makes people stop enjoying things. How can I dislike these characters who are cute and a bit awkward and so ready to bed the first hot farmer they come across even when that farmer sifts through their trash and passes out three steps away from their own house and drinks mayonnaise and would eat hay given half the chance. Like come on. They’re all moron-sexual. I can relate to that.

In conclusion: your favourite bachelor and/or bachelorette is as wonderful as you think they are and screw the people who try to tell you otherwise. The characters are great because they appeal to different people. Enjoy the game and enjoy the dating and I swear to God if I see another person say that certain farm layouts are bad because they don’t make enough money- the game doesn’t have a time limit! You can make as much money as you want! You could sell one sap everyday and nothing else and you would still be able to make it to however much money you desire to have. There’s not really a fast way to make ten billion gold, that doesn’t mean that the farm layouts you don’t like are bad and yes I’m ranting just because I love the slopes of the mining farm its layout is chamrjng and picturesque and provides a unique challenge to decorating and placing buildings and it’s actually the BEST farm layout because I just decided so and-!

Stardew Valley is a great game, 10/10 would recommend, and the new update is already great because I found carrot seeds and I like carrots :)

#the inane ramblings of a madman #stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew valley bachelorettes #i can judge all the characters pretty equally #because my fave partner is krobus #i love my creechur #he gives me hugs!!!#he waddles around my house!!!#i love this guy i want to give him all the hugs in the world #no joke he moved in and i hugged him like twenty times just because i could #krobus for bestest guy in the game #i love shane and penny was my first wifey and sebastian puts frogs in my home #but krobus man #🤌🤌🤌#long post #ignore me i’ve been seeing things with mine eyes and it doth cause me great bother

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rorja · 1 month

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today it seems i can’t stop thinking about neurologist!suguru… i came up with the idea for fun while i was watching a show and now it is haunting me with silly scenarios and stuff.

so please sit here a minute while i try to explain the vision i had this afternoon…! —🐣

neurologist!geto who quickly becomes the talk among the nurses of the university hospital he started working at last month. sure, he’s an excellent doctor and a great person and of course so polite and kind with his patients. but no, that’s not the only reason why he began to attract people’s curios stares.

neurologist!geto that is on duty the very next day after a troublesome night shift. visiting each patient of his ward dutifully while being accompanied by a nurse— who, coincidentally enough, is the one that seems to notice that odd little detail first.

neurologist!geto who becomes the center of the rumors that same afternoon. he’s a thirty years old beautiful man, and yet he seems to not have a ring on his finger! that’s shocking, a huge news! who would’ve thought that an amazing man like him was yet to marry. it was also weird considering the many people that got a crush on him, too…

neurologist!geto who shocks every doctor and every nurse in that hospital once again when the “bring your kids to work” day eventually arrives. showing up to the reception area of the main building gently squeezing the hand of a small and shy brunette child on his left while holding close to his chest a more enthusiastic and energetic blonde kid, who points her tiny finger around the decorated entrance. it takes less than one hour to discover that doctor Geto Suguru is a dad of two twins named Mimiko and Nanako.

neurologist!geto who happily answers questions about his daughters and encourages them to greet his friends, Satoru and Shoko, in the main hallway of the hospital building next to a coffee machine and a snack one. visibly ignoring the widened eyes of all the nurses passing by. he doesn’t care if they are shocked, what is important for him is that he got to opportunity to change the routine for his daughters, hoping they’ll have a wonderful time while prioritizing their comfort.

neurologist!geto who calls your name loudly while sitting in the cafeteria once he spots you looking at the menu. and you immediately light up once you see the two little girls eating their lunch boxes and talking about how cool their dad is while working. for an instant you hear Mimiko say ‘i want to be a doctor like him when i grow up’ and you can feel your gaze instantly softening. looking at geto with a fond smile as he tells her that he’ll happily support her if she wants to study medicine, but that he’ll be proud no matter what she chooses in the future.

neurologist!geto who surprises everyone in the hospital the day after. a silver band sitting comfortably on his ring finger that the nurses swear wasn’t there before. and when questioned about it, his only answer is “oh my wedding ring? i lost it about a month ago. me and my daughters were playing on a boat we’ve rented for their summer break, when it accidentally slipped from my finger into the water. i had to wait a bit to get a new one, but it was worthy. i’ll pay more attention to it in the future” with a polite smile before resuming his paperwork.

neurologist!geto who every day after work finally is free to come home to you and the twins you’ve adopted a week after your wedding. enjoying a simple evening watching a movie on the couch or playing some card games on the carpet of the living room, before helping you tucking the twins to bed. laughing with you when he recalls the odd questions about his ring from your colleagues of the pediatric ward back at the hospital, while helping you preparing the bed to go to sleep too.

neurologist!geto who is tired from his work, and yet focuses all the remaining energy in pulling you to his chest gently. holding your half asleep figure just as tenderly, a hand easing the knots between your hair and the other hugging your waist to keep you close to him. leaving a kiss on the crown of your head before closing his eyes with a content sigh. both of you eventually falling asleep before the loud melody of the clock wakes you up for a new day of work.

#jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk #geto x y/n #geto suguru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto fluff #jjk suguru #it seems like i can’t write anything but fluff for this man #jjk x reader #i forgot how to tag #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff

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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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What They Didn't Know Was Missing

Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.

Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence

It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.

He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.

Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.

You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.

Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.

You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.

"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."

Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.

Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.

"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.

You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.

"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.

"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.

"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.

You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.

"It taste like grass." You said.

"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.

"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.

Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.

"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."

You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.

Pregnant... the word scared you.

You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.

He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.

“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.

You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.

“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.

He softly grabs your wrist and guides you to his lap, holding you still so you won’t leave him.

“You won't abandon them.” Sherlock’s voice rose.

“How can you be sure?” You ask, feeling the hot tears roll your cheeks.

You were given up as a baby, growing in an orphanage. When you were old enough, you ran away and decided to work at a pub when they needed a maid. The owner loved you as their own daughter, so they wrote you in their will to become the next barkeep. But even after your entire journey and becoming a business owner, you felt so incomplete of why your parents gave you up.

“Because you are full of love. You’re able to teach our child how to love, you’ve taught me how to love. There is not one ounce in my body that tells me that you will leave them. And I'm usually right all the time."

You chuckle loudly as you wiped away your tears. Not a lot of people saw this soft side of your husband, and you slightly feel selfish that you want to keep this side of him all to yourself.

You lean into his chest as he holds you closer to him, his hand suddenly resting on your now-showing bump.

"I promise you, I'll be there every second. Even for the birth."

You look at him worried, as it wasn't common practice for the father to be present for the birth. You haven't recovered from the stories from your friends who are midwives.

"Sherlock, I don't think that -"

"My love, I will never let you doubt yourself for one moment. I'm going to be there in your time of need. We'll be alright, trust me." He says, kissing the side of your temple. Sherlock wasn't any conventional man, so you knew his words were true.

You smile up at him as you cuddled closer to one another as you stare down at your abdomen, anticipating the life you're growing.

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"Where is he!?" You screamed as you feel a contraction take control of your body.

"Sherlock's been working on a case since noon." Enola said, trying to support you in your distress.

"Typical, that man." You gritted as you sat on the edge of your bed, feeling the contraction go away.

After Sherlock went out during the day, Enola decided to pop in and say hello. She was going on and on about that Tewkesbury boy and suddenly you felt your water broke. Enola was shocked as well as you were and decided to call for her mother as she had no idea how to deliver a baby.

As on cue, your mother in law comes with hot boiling water and a towel on her shoulder, smiling at you.

"How are we doing dear?" She asks, putting the pail down.

"Like my body is splitting in half." You heaved out, gripping the sheets in your hand.

"It means it's almost time. Let me have a look at your dilation." Eudoria said, kneeling down.

You begin to cry, fearing that your husband was going to miss the birth of your baby.

A hostile knock echos the apartment alongside your moans, and Eudoria orders Enola to send off the person interrupting.

"I'm afraid you have to push, my dear." She said, seeing that you've dilated.

You shake your head, crying.

"I can't do it. Not without Sherlock."

"It will all be alright, we need to get this baby out so you can finally see them. Enola! Come quick, I need you to support your sister!"

Enola comes barging in, looking a bit pale at you.

"Please, don't freak out." She begs you.

You're about to ask what's wrong until Mycroft comes in, trying his best to hold your husband up as he was badly wounded.

"I'm sorry, he saw a sniper a few feet from us. Sherlock tried to push me away, but the bullet..."

You begin to sob, seeing your husband like this.

"Take him to the couch and treat his wound, you're upsetting her." Eudoria commanded, not wanting you to be in hysteria.

"No, I'm fine. I'm not- leaving my wife." Sherlock grunted, knowing the bullet went through some flesh and his pain was manageable.

His mother and brother shared an uneasy look, but after you cry again, Mycroft guided his younger brother to you.

Sherlock held your hand as you squeezed it tight, gritting your teeth as the contractions were doubling.

"You're here." You teared up.

"You know I wouldn't have missed this." Sherlock said, kissing your palm as he crawled behind you so you can rest behind his chest.

"Alright, are you two ready to have your baby here?" Eudoria asks. You look up to Sherlock who smiles at you as you shook your head, anticipating the greatest pain you faced to meet.

The birth was excruciating, and there were moments when you wanted to give up. But Sherlock kept whispering in your ear, urging you to keep pushing. Soon, you welcomed a healthy baby who was crying as loud as a symphony.

Now you were in bed, resting with your baby in your arms as Sherlock returned after saying goodbye to his mother, brother, and sister.

He stands there by the door frame looking at you, smiling at such a heavenly scene.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks, knowing you're beyond tired.

"I feel so at peace, I can't take my eyes off of them." you whispered as they were sound asleep. Sherlock slowly makes his way to you and slips within the sheets.

"I was so unsure of what type of mother I'll be... but seeing them now, I never want to let them go." You said.

You turn to see your husband crying a bit, knowing since the day you found out you were pregnant that you'd be an amazing mother.

"I never doubted for one second."

Your foreheads connected as you breathed in his scent.

"I thought I almost lost you." you said in a low tone.

Sherlock sighs, knowing that any case he'd take would permanently take him away from both of you.

"You'll never lose me, I'll promise both of you that." he whispers.

You both lean in for a kiss and stare down at your baby once more. Two lonely souls found each other and they found what they didn't know was missing: love.

#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes enola holmes #sherlock holmes henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes fic #sherlock holmes x pregnant reader #enola holmes

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junipers-archive · 1 year

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Wedding Day Worries

Word Count: 1.1k

Includes: Fluff, Wedding worthy fluff, (i'm so funny), your special day, the day you marry Spencer and have to console him on his nerves in a closet haha

Oh my god. It was your wedding day. It was the day you were getting married. This was the day you promised- no devoted yourself to the love of your life! This was the day you married Doctor Spencer Reid.

But what it also was, was eight in the morning.

Your alarm went off too-loud, you were burnt out, now realizing having Penelope plan your bachelorette party may not have been the wisest choice you've ever made. Or...one that you could remember at all for that matter.

You got up and bewildered and nervous from your bed. Today was the day. No more waiting, no more calling him your boyfriend, after today he'd be your husband.

You collected the trash that had been thrown around the room, picking up abandoned headpieces and the sash you assumed you'd worn that read 'Wife to be' on it.

Finally, once you'd taken a shower and gotten into easily changeable clothing you headed for the salon where Emily and Penelope had promised to meet you.

Once you got there you were wonderfully greeted with pancakes from your favorite restaurant in a little go-bag and coffee.

"Y/n!" Penelope said as soon as she set her eyes on you, followed of of course by Emily.

"How are you? Ready to be Mrs.Reid?"

You hugged them both following into your chosen salon, "I'm great!" and really you were, "And yes, to answer your question I am more than ready to be called Spencer's wife."

You got your hair a makeup done, after you ate your pancakes of course, and then headed for the church with the both of them.

When you finally got there it was half past nine and you had approximately thirty minutes to get ready before the guests started arriving.

Which quickly shortens as your fiancé pulls you into the closet nearby.

Emily and Penelope having already gone ahead don't notice you're gone for quite some time, enough time so that you can hear what he has to say.

But only after he's pulled you into a kiss so deep you think you die doing so.

"Spence what're you doing?" You pull back, happy but suspicious.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" The questions rhetorical of course as his hands squeeze around your waist and your noses nuzzel against one another's.

You smile softly at how lucky you are, "Reid. I need to go get ready." You try to slide out from his grasp but it only tightens.

"Five minutes." You now realize he hasn't opened his eyes.

"For what exactly?"

Now he turns around, relieving you from his warm and comfortorable hands, which you miss instantly.

"I-uh I'm nervous..." he speaks.

You lay your hands on his shoulders to comfort him and turn him to look at you, your initial thought was he was embarrassed.

But he informs you otherwise, "Don't. I can't look at you!"

"What?"

"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding baby."

And so help you god, he sounds so sweet and confident when he says it you don't force him further, only sliding in a small remark.

"Yea you got any statistics to back up that theory Doctor?"

And though you can't see his face fully, you recognize the tilt of his head as he smiles. "Only my own superstition."

"So what's got you so nervous?"

"You know that day you came to the office and asked me if we were dating?"

You chuckle, "Yea- Yea I remember it distinctly."

"Well the only reason you knew how I felt about you was because Penelope told you..."

This confused you, "The same thing could be said about me.."

He nodded at that, "A-and then when I asked you to marry me it was only after I basically told you I was going to before hand.."

You giggled, "That was not your fault, I mean the ring fell out of your pocket Spence-"

"You're not listening, I just- do you really wanna marry me? I-I never seem to do things right and then when it comes for this big moments, hell its our wedding day and I'm freaking out so if you're having second thoughts or-"

You interrupt him now, turning him to face you, him eyes immediately close shut, and you opt for hugging him so he doesn't have to look at you.

"Spencer. Reid. You are the single most loving, adorable and smart person I could've ever hoped to marry. I am not having second thoughts. I knew the moment that ring fell out of your pocket that I was going to say yes."

He tries to interrupt but you hug him tighter to stop him.

"And yes you've made some mistakes, but those mistakes are what make you, you. Those little 'mistakes' are what makes loving you all the more interesting and easy."

"But I-"

"Spencer. I was in love with you two days after meeting you. Can you imagine that? It took two days for me to fall in love with you and never once have I regretted it. You were my roommate! I was looking for a roommate and I found the love of my life! How lucky am I?"

"I love you too Y/n." You can hear in voice that he's accepted that this it and there is no way to convince you otherwise that he's not your soulmate.

You kiss him once more before you leave the closet, but he asks you question that has you shaking your head at him.

"Those weren't your vows right? I didn't ruin that moment?"

"No. You didn't ruin anything. But please don't become the runaway groom Spence."

He laughs, "I wouldn't dream of it."

They weren't your vows of course, you have a far more light-hearted and sweet message that ultimately still stings the eyes of many when you get up on that altar.

His heart stops when he see's you as your heart melts at his reaction.

And everything is perfect, the melody of the music is just right, the air somehow sweeter, the weather perfect and when he tips down to meet your lips, as you are finally pronounced husband and wife you realize that all of it was perfect because he was perfect.

And as you grin at one another, happy to begin a new life together you also realize you would've married Spencer Reid anywhere, in the pouring rain, in dirty cold basement, in the desert.

You would have him as your husband anywhere.

Because he's yours just as much your his, till death do you part.

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sarah-yyy · 1 month

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Sarah jie jie, In Blossom rec or no?

this is a real tough question to answer hooooo boy where do i start??

i mean, for starters, the premise of the show is actually really fun, and i like it a lot so far!! let's talk a little about this:

(spoilers for the first 2 eps in its entirety which covers the background/setup of the story)

this is yang caiwei. her dad was a minister who was framed for one thing or another, demoted, and subsequently murdered. she was disfigured in the process, and ended up in the city of heyang where she grew up to be a corpse bearer training under a coroner.

yang caiwei has been betrothed since she was a little girl to:

pan yue. this boy is the son of a concubine so his relationship with his dad is very meh. when yang caiwei's family got into trouble, pan yue's dad quickly cut off all ties with them. this led to yang caiwei being turned away at the door p harshly when she came to pan yue for help. pan yue himself though has loved her since he was a boy, and has been looking for her for 10 years!!

ANYWAY these two find each other. he wants to marry her. ofc he does!! she's his 白月光, and he wants to love and protect her!! he's disowned his family so that he can do this, he is ALL IN BABY. he's only found her again for all of 10 minutes and he's already planning their wedding in his head lbr.

she is calm and composed and v sensible because of the way she had to grow up. this whole thing seems too good to be true, and also she might be harbouring some ~feelings over the way he just cut her out of his life when she needed him the most. the yang caiwei she is now just wants to live her life as normal.

the chemistry is 😘 at this point, and i am so invested in their relationship. at this stage, i was still thinking she was the second female lead and was like. huh. this is going to be one of those shows where i'd ship these two more than the official couple i guess??

anyway enter:

shangguan zhi. sister of pan yue's best friend, who is obsessed with pan yue, putting it mildly. she also has this ~thing about her own physical appearance - essentially, she thinks she needs to look and act perfect to be worthy of pan yue's love. this involves a lot of witch doctors and v unhealthy dieting and scrolls on how to smile the perfect way and walk the perfect way. y'all get the gist.

shangguan zhi hears that pan yue is getting married (to someone ugly at that!!!) and loses her shit. she decides the way around this so she can be with her yue-gege forever is-

(you guessed it!!)

-body-swapping with yang caiwei, and pushing yang caiwei (and also the shaman who actually helped her with the swap) off a cliff so that nobody ever finds out.

to her credit, it actually works!! she swaps bodies with yang caiwei, and marries pan yue.

what she didn't account for was being murdered on her wedding day.

ANYWAY. the actual yang caiwei, now in shangguan zhi's body (😭), survives the fall from the cliff, rushes to the wedding with the intent on stopping the wedding and getting her goddamn body back, and reaches just in time to kinda sorta witness shangguan zhi's murder.

cue her thinking that it was pan yue who killed shangguan zhi (she knew the whole wedding thing was too good to be true) and pan yue thinking that shangguan zhi had something to do with yang caiwei's death (after all, she was obsessed with him and had a whole fit over him wanting to marry someone else).

everything about this premise was *chef's kiss*. give me a bucket of popcorn and some comfy pillows, i can watch this all day.

EXCEPT.

except my dudes shangguan zhi (and subsequently yang caiwei-in-shangguan-zhi's body, let's call her shangguan caiwei for now) is played by ju jingyi. 😞 zhhz played yang caiwei TOO WELL my friends, so that when jjy took over, shangguan caiwei felt like a whole different character. it's a bit difficult to reconcile yang caiwei and shangguan caiwei tbh, which made watching the third ep onwards a bit jarring, especially after zhhz set the character up so well.

it's not like......fatal to the show. i mean. i went in expecting nothing from jjy (rightfully i think 😑) and i wouldn't say i am disappointed by it just because i was prepared to be ehhhh about her going in. i'm still watching the show mainly because i like the plot and also, and this is a big factor that i truly cannot stress enough:

liu xueyi looks so good in this show hoooooo boy

look at this!!! is this a face i would suffer 30+ episodes of jjy for??? apparently it is!!

tl;dr: love lxy + like the plot + dislike jjy = still watching and will likely finish the show. is it a rec?? conservatively, i'd say soft yes??? i mean. a huge part of me watching this show is because i'm entertained by the shenanigans, 😍 over lxy, and daydreaming about an alternate universe of the show where we have zhhz instead of jjy as the female lead. it's not something to watch seriously though!!

#tv rec #in blossom #cdrama #sarah watches tv #tldr 真的是lxy在carry全场🥺

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sneakyblinders · 1 year

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a ring & a viscountess.

A/N: you wanted it so here it is! the engagement story/a story of Tommy & the Mrs early days together! I still am undecided on giving her an official name don't hate me! warnings: sexual themes, language, alluding to smut but no smut. not canon. a part of my tommy & his darling wife au. I take no credit for the GIF! 3.4k words.

The phone at Watery Lane rang early one Friday morning. Thomas had just left for Charlie’s Yard, and you were alone for the first time that day. Your brow furrowed, curious as to who it could be.

“Hello?” you answered the phone, trying to shake the grogginess from your voice. Thomas had kept you up rather late the night before.

“Ah, bloody hell,” a voice from the other line cursed. “Good morning, my darling! I’ve just had a phone installed at the estate and I’m trying to figure it out–” there was some scuffling on the other end. “That’ll be all, thank you,” you could hear her say to some butler in the background. “And I figured this was as good a time as any to call you and demand you bring that gangster you’ve found yourself infatuated with to dinner at the Estate.”

It was your great grandmother, the dowager viscountess of the Pearson Estate. “Mimzy,” you start.

“No! I will have none of that. My dear, I am dying, over ninety now, and I must meet this man you deem worthy of your affections.” she tells you.

“You’re not dying, Mim,” you chide, rolling your eyes.

A pause on the other end of the line, feeble breathing. “But I am, dear. The doctors did not give me good news last week. Please, come see me.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Alright, I will discuss it with Thomas when I see him this evening.” you promise her.

“Phone me when you know you’re coming so I can have the rooms ready.” she tells you.

Your stomach was in knots when Thomas returned home to the Shelby family home on Watery Lane that evening. “Evening, darling.” he says, pressing a small kiss to your cheek before heading straight for the stove, starving after a long day.

You’d made stew and potatoes, two of his favorites. “Hello,” you say quietly, nervously fiddling with your hands as he scoops his bowl full.

“Are you alright?” he asks, eyeing you warily.

“Thomas, there’s something I have to tell you,” you say as he sits down at the table. His heart begins to beat faster, unsure of where this conversation was going. “Something about my family I’ve never shared.”

“Alright,” he says, angling his body towards you. “Tell me, darling.”

“My mothers grandfather was a viscount,” you begin slowly as his eyes widen. “But due to–circumstances, the title and fortune has been disrupted from the family line,” you continue, Thomas’ brow furrowing in confusion at your vagueness. “But my great grandmother still holds the title and the estate until her death, and she called this morning and asked that you and I go to see her. She is dying, and would like to meet you.”

Tommy sat back in his chair, eyes looking past you, processing this large amount of information you’d just dropped in his lap. “Alright, we’ll go.”

“We will?” you ask in shock.

“Of course, but,” he stops, leaning in towards you and taking your hands. “Tell me the story.” he smiles at you, a knowing smile. A smile of: tell me what you didn’t want to say when you first dropped this on me, my love.

You smiled before launching into your story. “My great grandfather, the viscount, was forced to marry my great grandmother. They had a loveless marriage. So loveless, that my grandmother brought a footman who she was undoubtedly in love with from her parents home in Kent to the Estate. They had a lifelong affair and it was never really known if my grandfather’s father was the viscount or the footman,” Tommy’s eyes widened as he ate his dinner. “My great grandfather had many affairs with the maids. And so, my grandfather, seeing the turmoil that his mother endured from being forced to marry someone who she was not in love with, vowed he would only marry for love. And he did. He married my grandmother, and they were married for forty years before she passed away, and he made sure every one of his children married someone they loved. Now in doing that, of course, the estate is no longer destined to be in our family line, it will go to some cousin or something, but my mother says she doesn’t care. She would rather have happiness than the whole estate. And I agree.”

Tommy set his spoon down in his now empty bowl and leaned towards you. “So what you’re telling me is–” he takes your hands in his. “If we get married, it’s because you’re madly in love with me?”

You smile. “Yes, Thomas.”

“Good,” he tells you, reaching down to the bottom of your chair and pulling you closer to him. “Because my darling, I am madly in love with you.” he takes your face in his hands and kisses you deeply.

The next Friday, you and Thomas set out for the Estate. You had phoned Mimzy, who was elated that you were coming. She said the rooms would be ready by the afternoon and requested that you both join her for dinner that evening. And she specifically requested a meeting with Tommy alone before dinner. Tea, to be exact.

“Thomas, she can be rather harsh,” you warned him.

“I can handle it, darling, I can,” he promised, squeezing your hand, refocusing on the winding country roads in front of him.

An hour later, the Pearson Estate came into view. A large, red brick building, surrounded by gardens in the front, rear and sides. Your heart quickened. It had been years since you had been here. The last few times you’d seen Mimzy, she had made the trip to London to see you and your family.

Nigel, one of the few butlers who remained, assisted you in getting out of Tommy’s car. “It is wonderful to see you again, m'lady,” he said.

“Nigel,” you said softly, looking the older man in the eyes. “I’m so glad you’re still with Mimzy.”

“I am fortunate she has allowed me the honor of residing here still.” he said, flashing you a small smile.

“Thomas,” you called out to Tommy, who was looking up at the building, squinting into the sun. “Thomas, this is Nigel, the head butler. He has been with Mimzy for decades,” you gush. “Nigel, this is Thomas Shelby, my uh–” you stammer at what title to give him. Love interest is too sterile, boyfriend is too childish, and fiance undetermined.

“I’m her fiance.” Tommy said, offering his hand to Nigel to shake. Your eyes widen in shock. Not so undetermined.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Shelby. Right this way, I will show you to your rooms.” Nigel said, leading the way through the hallways.

Tommy observed everything with wide eyes, hands clasped behind his back. “How will I remember how to get around?” he joked, a faint smile on his lips.

You smile. “I’ll help you.”

“M’lady, your room, as it always has been.” Nigel said, opening the door to what was always your room when you came to stay at the Estate. It looked untouched, which was typical of Mimzy. Never ruining a good thing, is how she liked to think of it. “Mr. Shelby, your room is down the hall a ways, please follow me.”

“Thomas,” you call to him gently. “I’m going to rest for a little while, I’ll see you at dinner?”

“Yes, my love.” he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before following Nigel down the hallway to his room.

Tommy had a few minutes to freshen up before he was to meet the dowager viscountess for tea. He shaved, combed his hair, reapplied aftershave and cologne and ensured his shoes were cleaned from driving.

Nigel appeared at his door a few minutes before his appointment to lead him to the tea room.

“This way, Mr. Shelby,” Nigel said, escorting Tommy once more through the halls of this grand estate. Nigel knocked on a set of double doors, waiting to hear a response before opening them. “M’Lady, Mr. Thomas Shelby.”

Tommy walked through the doors apprehensively, met with a small and frail old woman. “Thomas,” she said, almost in a sigh. She stood up. “It is a pleasure to meet you, please, come.”

He approached her, kissing her hand as she held it out to him. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.” he said genuinely.

“My Bee speaks very highly of you,” she said, narrowing her eyes at her.

“Bee?” he asked curiously, the pet name you’d introduced yourself to him with making his heart swell.

“Aah yes, a–a pet name of sorts I gave to her when she was just a little girl. She used to love to go out with her grandfather, my son, to the beehives. It just sort of stuck I suppose.” the older woman rambled on.

“She never told me of the hives.” Thomas said, making a mental note to tease you about it later–and to chide you for never telling him the origin of your nickname.

The viscountess let out a disgruntled “Hmph,” before sitting back down.

The ladies maid, who he had heard Nigel call Hilda, poured them each a cup of tea before excusing herself out of the room.

“Thank you for your invitation,” Tommy said, the awkwardness settling in.

“Well, as I am sure my Bee told you, I am dying,”

“Yes, she did, I am very sorry to hear it, Ma’am.” Tommy said sincerely.

“Please, call me Opal.” she waved him off.

“Yes, Opal.” Tommy smiled at her.

“But yes, Thomas, I am dying, and I wanted to see for myself this man who has entranced my youngest great-grandchild. She is my favorite. But don’t tell the others in the event you see them before I die.” she rolled her eyes. “I hear you’re a businessman of sorts.”

“Yes, I am.” he responded proudly.

“And I hear your business involves some dark activities.” she said, eyes clouding over with darkness.

“It is the nature of all business at one point or another, is it not?” he responded.

“Let me see here,” she said, picking up her glasses and a piece of paper. “Bookmaker, racketeer, gambler, gangster, gang leader, smuggler, vandal, and decorated veteran of the British Army,” Tommy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Does that sum it up, Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy looked Opal in the eyes before saying confidently, “It does, Ma’am.”

She slammed her piece of paper down on the table next to her, sitting forward in her chair. “And you have the gall to disrupt her simple, successful life and bring her to ruin for what reason, Mr. Shelby?” Thomas started to open his mouth, but was cut off. “She is a good girl, a good, honest, smart girl who would make any normal man very happy. She is beautiful and her spirit is a good one and I will not see that spirit ruined and tainted by the darkness you allow and welcome into your life. You put her at risk every day that you are with her, and I am not fond of you inviting her to live with you prior to even a formal proposal, it’s terribly improper,” the dowager viscountess was trembling, anger coursing through her veins. “I will ask you, Mr. Shelby, and you have one opportunity to answer this question, and one opportunity alone. Why would you risk ruining her life?”

Tommy swallowed the lump in his throat. “It is because I love her very deeply, Ma’am. For all the reasons you said yourself. She is bright and beautiful and the happiest woman I know,” he chuckled to himself. “She makes me a better man and my life has been far richer with her in it. I do not deserve her, but she is everything to me.”

Opal sat back in her seat, struck with Tommy’s words. “That is one of the most romantic and thoughtful things I have heard a man say in a long time, Mr. Shelby,” she said, eyes softening. “But I still think it’s improper that she is sleeping in your room with you.”

“It’s uh–more cost efficient than her keeping her flat.” he said, bringing his tea cup to his lips to prevent the viscountess from seeing the smirk on his face.

“I suppose it is but doesn’t the proper order of a courtship matter in this day and age?” she asked. “And I may be old but I am not stupid, I know if she is sleeping in your home, you have laid with her, so I certainly hope you plan to make her your wife.”

Tommy nearly spat his tea out at the older woman's frankness. “I do, Opal. I plan to make her my wife soon, actually.” he said, bringing a small blue velvet box out of his pocket. He opened it, revealing a large and beautifully cut diamond on a gold band. The viscountess smiled.

“Well done, Thomas,” tears came to her eyes. “I am glad that my children, grandchildren and great grandchildren can marry for love.”

“That is due to your sacrifice, and I thank you.” Tommy told her, putting the ring safely back in his pocket.

She looked away from him, towards a small photo on the table to her right. It was an old, old photo of a young man. “This was my Phillip,” she said, a faraway tone to her voice. “That,” she pointed to an oil painting behind Thomas, “Was the viscount. Witford. Phillip was a footman that my parents employed at their estate in Kent. We fell in love as teenagers, and I could not bear the thought of not being near him. So, when my parents married me off to the viscount, I insisted that as a gift to my new household, I brought the best footman in our home. My parents reluctantly conceded, and I was forever grateful. Oftentimes I would pretend in my own mind that Phillip was the viscount and all of this was ours. He worked here until he died, a few years after the viscount did. I have never felt more lonely in my life.” Questions whirred in Tommy’s mind. “And to answer the question I know is in your mind, I do believe my son was Phillips' son. They are built alike, and far too similar in nature for it to be a coincidence.”

They continued to speak until the dinner bell rang, and you descended down the stairs for dinner. You were wearing a pale yellow dress, one Tommy hadn’t seen you in. He took your hand as you reached the end of the stairs, eyes softening as he smiled at you. “You look beautiful.” he told you, causing a flush to break out across your face and neck.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, eyeing him nervously. “How did tea go?”

“It went well.” he smiled softly, the ring burning a hole in his pocket.

Dinner went well, Thomas following the brief rules that you had told him about fine dining manners on the car ride.

“My Dearest Bee,” Mimzy said, when she stood up to retire for the evening. “This is a fine young man you have found and I like him very much. Goodnight to the both of you.” she smiled slightly before she walked out of the dining room towards her quarters.

“I’m not tired yet, can we go for a walk?” Tommy asked you, coming up behind you from where you stood at the window, his hands on your hips, lips on the side of your neck.

“That would be nice,” you say, eyeing the night lights that Mimzy had installed outside in one of the gardens. “Come with me.”

You lead him through various hallways that all looked the same to him, and out a side door that led to a garden. It was illuminated by small lights leading to a swing by one of the small ponds on the property. The frogs were croaking, bugs buzzing. It felt like a true spring evening from childhood.

He walked in silence next to you, nerves building. You finally sat down on the swing and Tommy picked up a couple of stones, skipping them across the surface of the pond. You giggled. “I never could manage to learn how to do that.”

He chuckled. “John would always get so mad because I could get mine to go farther than his.”

You settled back into a comfortable silence before you thought to ask, “What did Mimzy want to talk to you about?”

Tommy dug his hands in his pockets. “She wanted to ask– wanted to ask why I would risk ruining your life.”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

He turned around to face you. “She wanted to know what a gangster like me,” he walked towards you. “Wants with a smart, beautiful girl like you,” He dropped to one knee in front of you, pulling your hands into his. “And I told her that I love you deeply, so deeply that I want to spend the rest of my days with you,” he pulled the box out of his pocket, willing his hands not to shake. “My Darling, will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the shock that spread across your features. “Thomas!” you exclaimed. “Thomas, yes! Yes!” you held out a shaking hand and he slid the ring on your finger. He stood up, and you stood up with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes and told you that he loved you. Tears pricked at your eyes and you couldn’t help but kiss him again.

The next morning, you woke up with Tommy in your bed, smoking a cigarette, eyeing you lovingly as you came to consciousness. You’d brought him back to your room last night, Mimzy’s rules be damned, and ridden him until you both were exhausted from the day and from pleasure.

Your legs ached as you stretched for the morning, the sunlight threatening to stream in through the curtains. “Good morning,” he rasped, stubbing out the last of his cigarette and rolling in towards you, pulling your body into his.

“Good morning, Mr. Shelby,” you giggled, his cold hands on your sides. “You’re cold.”

“Always cold, Dearest.” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his hands dipping between your legs.

“Thomas,” you stifled a moan. “The servants will be awake, we can’t risk them hearing,” you chide.

“I once heard that they were paid to not hear things, as well.” he drawled low in your ear, turning you on your back and crawling atop you.

“Thomas, did you bribe the staff?” you ask, hands on his chest.

“I may have given them a few extra pounds to let us sleep past nine,” he smirked before disappearing beneath the blankets.

You were certain some things were heard, there was no way they weren’t. With the way Thomas pleasured you, it was nearly impossible to keep quiet. You’d known no other lover in your life but you were certain you were ruined for the prospect of any other lover not living up to these standards that Thomas had set.

You smiled to yourself at the thought. Tommy caught you smiling and asked, “What are you thinking about?” as he tied his tie.

“Just that I’m certain you’ve ruined me for any other man.” you smiled.

He smirked. “Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re getting married because you’ve ruined me for all other women,” he tucked his tie into his waistcoat. Thoughts of you beneath him, above him, kneeling in front of him whirred in his mind. He willed those thoughts away, needing to ensure he had a clear head to meet the viscountess for breakfast this morning.

You smiled at him as he pulled his jacket on, coming up behind him and smoothing the fabric down over his shoulders. “You’re very handsome, Thomas.” You looked at your reflection in the mirror. A minor flush crept across his cheeks. “Are you embarrassed by my compliment, Thomas?” you ask, standing in front of him, blocking his view of the mirror.

He cleared his throat. “No,” he looked at you, hands on your hips. “Just not used to hearing things like that is all.”

You smile softly at him, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Well get used to hearing it, Thomas, because I’ll tell you for the rest of our lives.”

And tell him, you would.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tom shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby #peakywomen #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #sneakyblinders #my au <3

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 months

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I remember Oda did this thing where everyone was 40 then 60 Years Old, and I thought it would be cool to see that for Eri!Reader (But it’s when she’s 20 and 40 years old instead) When Something Goes Wrong vs Good Ending

When Something Goes Wrong (Bad Ending)

20 Year old Eri: Emotionless, Lifeless and a Hollow Shell of herself, doesn’t see the point in trying to have hope (Or she takes a path similar to ‘That Man’ and is wearing an oddly familiar Plague Doctor’s mask)

40 Year Old Eri: Unknown, MIA (Presumed Deceased) all records and information about her don’t seem to exist (All information about her was burned and destroyed by order of the Five Elders) as well as any intent to try and find out about her results in immediate execution

Where Everything goes right (Good Ending)

20 Year Old Eri: Beautiful on the inside and out, with the kindness that rivals a Nun, travels around to help those she can, very optimistic and enjoys trying and learning new things (Her beauty rivals that of Hancock and Shirahoshi)

40 Year Old Eri: Content with her life, still kind, sweet and gentle, she’s happily married to Momonosuke (They’re currently expecting a child *Her Brothers are currently chasing Momo in pure rage that he touched her*) she still helps others, but she’s starting to settle down since she’ll become a Mother (Her brothers are crying because Momo ‘Stole’ their little sister) 😂

Ooh I love all of this!! And I can see it fitting!

Bad Ending- 20 Years- She's like a doll, emotionless and does nothing unless if she's ordered to. Only certain high-level officials know of her, and they are the only ones that are able to give her orders, and she only listens to them. Sometimes, she remembers the sea.

Bad Ending 40 Years- She has been declared deceased many years ago, but only those highest in power, the Five Elders, know the truth, and she is there little doll, working for only them now, following their orders. She is considered the worst kind of taboo to talk about, and anyone who does, risks being immediately executed.

Good Ending 20 Years- She still lives with her family, but she is regarded as a saint, who helps others with her abilities, much like how Marco helps out as a doctor. She would definitely have Chopper teach her how to be a doctor and her family adores her!

Good Ending 40 Years- there are many who want to marry Eri, but they have several challenges between them, mainly in the form of her family members, with the final challenge being Luffy and Ace (and Sabo too ;) ) but if they prove they are worthy, they will let Eri marry. Jokes on them, because she ends off sneaking off to marry Momonosuke, as he makes her happy. Her family does accept it, but the moment they find out that she's pregnant, everyone except Chopper, Nami, and Robin are chasing him down, going to kill him for touching her.

#eri reader #one piece

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bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year

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Cuff(ed) It

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You and Steven attend his department holiday party

Requested by: a lovely nonnie!!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.8k

CW/TW: Tonight we’re pleased to offer Steven’s students being thirsty for him, talk of meddling in one’s marriage (nothing serious though), tipsy (but still very consensual) sex, exhibitionism, f!receiving fingering, mirror!sex, doggy!style, mentions of pregnancy and conceiving, breeding kink, lactation kink and breastplay, dirty talk, tooth-rotting sappiness over little bebes at the end

A/N: THE FINAL PROMPT FILL! WOOOOO ONLY TOOK ME A SHORT QUICK THREE-ODD MONTHS TO GET THROUGH THEM ALL 😝 This fic? Gonna be honest, she’s a bit chaotic, but in the best way I hope. I started writing it, felt stuck, opened a new document and this poured out. Translations at the bottom of the post!

“You know, I never noticed it until tonight, but you know who’s actually quite fit?”

“Who?”

“Doctor Grant.”

“Oh girl I knowwwwwww. At school he slouches and wears those dorky shirts, but at stuff like this, when he’s in a suit and his wife’s with him, I always remember how sneaky-hot he is.”

“Oh my god, exactly!”

“It’s like a department rite-of-passage to fancy Doctor Grant a bit, if I’m honest, especially after the holiday party or a fundraiser for the school or something when we all remember how bloody handsome he is.”

“I thought it was just me!” the first girl (a graduate student was your educated guess) giggled.

“No, it’s definitely a thing,” her friend confirmed.

You stood paralyzed in the restroom stall as the conversation unfolded on the other side. You’d already peed, should you leave the little cubicle and inevitably interrupt them?

Would they recognize you? You didn’t want to embarrass them. They were right after all, Doctor Grant was really quite fit, though you were admittedly biased.

Plus a craven, vain, possessive part of you wanted to hear more. With a six-month-old at home, your husband in the midst of three careers, and just the sheer amount of time you’d been together, sometimes the melee of life could make you forget just how well you’d done in the spouse department. It was nice to be reminded.

“What’s the tea on his wife, hm? How did Mrs. Grant cuff that?” The first girl prodded.

Her question was a sentence to stay in the stall. They definitely would recognize you if you emerged now.

“No idea honestly,” her companion answered, “I mean, she’s definitely pretty. They told Dean they met through a friend, and on their first date he took her to an exhibit of her favorite artist and like did all this research to impress her.”

“He had to impress her?” she echoed, her tone tinged with disbelief. Your brow furrowed. Yes, your husband was a fox, but you weren’t totally out of his league, were you? You were certainly worthy of being courted a bit, even if you did jump into bed with Marc on the first date. “I’d be on my knees every night for a guy who looked like Doctor G and was so romantic.”

They both burst more giggles. To be fair, you did spend a fair amount of time on your knees. Especially since you’d started dating Marc first, who unlike Steven, had his fair share of bedmates and exuded more inherent confidence. It intimidated you. So when you started sleeping together, you’d concocted a self-imposed need to prove to Marc that you were up to par, if not capable of exceeding, his former lovers. It was why when you learned his ex-wife was The (stupidly stunning) Scarlet Scarab, you wholly lost your shit. How does one compete with a gorgeous superhero?

“I bet she’s on them a fair bit,” Miss Know-It-All divulged, “Doctor Burke did her doctorate along with him and they didn’t start seeing each other until his last year of the course. And now they’re married and just had a baby. Bitch worked quick.”

“Honestly, can’t knock it,” the first girl conceded.

Thank you, you thought. A part of you wanted to interject that Nyla had been unexpectedly conceived on your honeymoon and you’d dated Marc for a year, then him and his alters for another year after that before getting engaged. The pair of you also weren’t literal babies like these girls currently gossiping a meter away from you. You were both adults, your husband was in his forties for heaven's sake.

“I bet the baby’s cute,” she mused further.

“Oh my goodness, he hasn’t showed you? All Doctor G does is bang on about Nyla. It’s literally either coursework or his kid if you talk to him.”

Your heart swelled. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard from Steven’s colleagues what a proud papa he was to your little girl. Hearing it from strangers, and completely unprompted, was extra special though.

“I’ve never really had a reason to talk to him, and now I don’t know if I can actually without looking like a total idiot.”

“No, he’s really sweet, he’s the type of fit guy who doesn’t know he’s fit. And he’s like scary clever. You can ask him literally anything about ancient Egypt and he knows it. But he’s also not an arsehole about it you know? I’m applying to be his TA next semester.”

“Are you?” she gasped. “Really?”

“Ummm yeah, why wouldn’t I want a dishy, brilliant thesis advisor?” Miss Know-It-All countered. “He should be at Oxford or Cambridge really. You know Sam Miller babysits for them?”

“They do?!” Her friend exclaimed. “Don’t know if I’d want that gig for the inside scoop or if it’d be too much pressure. Their kid is still a baby right?”

“Yeah, I’d say it’s worth it to suss out if Doctor G and her are open to…let’s say, ‘featured players’ in the bedroom.”

“Stop Emma, you’re terrible!”

“She came to one of his lectures once with the baby and Dean thought he heard them fucking in his office.”

Fuck, you swore internally. Steven had sworn the offices would be empty! You’d kept quiet!

“Noooo! Doctor G is hot I’ll give you that, but he dresses like my grandpa. There’s no way he’s that kinky.”

“Maybe he’s not, but she could be,” Emma pointed out. “Only one way to find out.”

“You are such a slag,” Emma’s friend accused her playfully. “Come on, we need to get back, I want another drink.”

You heard two pairs of heels shuffle to the door, then it open and close behind them, and at last the coast was clear. Finally exiting the stall, you robotically washed your hands and touched up your lipstick, moving to check that your hair still looked decent afterwards.

Your gaze lingered in the mirror to give yourself a once-over. You’d chosen a flattering, but pretty conservative dress for Steven’s UCL holiday party. Sure, there wasn’t much you could do about the size your tits had swollen up to while you were breastfeeding, but they weren’t necessarily on display tonight either. Your currently huge boobs were for your husband’s eyes (plus hands, mouth, and sometimes cock) only.

Despite your attempts to leave the eavesdropped chat between Emma and her friend in the loo where it belonged, it became obvious fairly quickly that you failed spectacularly at doing so.

“You alright?” Steven inquired, his features creased with concern. “You were in the toilets for ten minutes and have barely said a word since. Something wrong?”

“I’m fine, sorry honey,” you dispelled the worry from his face. “Just overheard an interesting conversation in there that I haven’t been able to shake.”

You grabbed a fresh glass of wine from a passing server while Steven asked “What about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mmmhmm,” you confirmed, taking a swig of cabernet. “It’s apparently a UCL Ancient Civ rite-of-passage to have a crush on you.”

Your husband looked at you like you’d sprouted another head. His incredulity made you burst into laughter.

“What? I’m not surprised! You’re a very good-looking, intelligent, kind man! I’ve been telling you this since we first met, after all this time—“ you leaned in and lowered your voice to add “—and all the ways I’ve let you fuck me, do you really believe that us getting married and having Nyla was just some cosmic fluke?”

“Honestly? Yeah.”

“Baby—“

Steven averted his gaze and shrugged, offering “Marc was always the handsome one…” as his explanation.

That line. It made you want to whip your wine glass across the room. You restrained yourself and instead growled through gritted teeth, “It feels silly for me to have to remind you as much as I do that you two share the exact same face and body.”

“But still—“

“No more buts anymore Steven! You have co-eds hot for you, you’re officially sexy independent of Marc,” you teased. “And you ought to feel lucky that we’re secure enough in our marriage that I’m not bothered by it. Especially since one of them wants to be your TA and replace Sam as our sitter to see if we’re into threesomes. Which I guess is better than trying to steal you from me outright, to be fair.”

Another gaping incredulous stare from Steven. “Who?”

“I didn’t get her name,” you lied. Truth was, Emma didn’t have a popsicle’s chance in hell at interfering in your marriage. Never mind that you and Steven were deeply in love and had a child together, she hadn’t a clue about the D.I.D, Marc’s past life as a mercenary, his ex-wife, not to mention the service to the Egyptian god of the moon which led to a stint as a superhero. You two had shared and been through too much for a horny twenty-something to impact what you had. “But apparently Dean heard us when we…um, had ‘parental time’ in your office a couple months ago.”

“Bollocks.”

“We knew we were being naughty,” you shrugged.

“Because it was your idea,” he muttered.

“Oh don’t start with me, Doctor Grant. You’re the one who told me not to use the nursing apron,” you fired back. “Didn’t you want to say hi to the department’s Director of Education? There he is.”

***

The rest of the evening unfolded uneventfully, though Emma and her friend, who you learned was named Marnie, did stop by for a quick chat. You were content to clam up and just watch the interaction unfold. They were perfectly polite, unlike their prattling in the bathroom, though they very much fit the trope of a pair of giggling schoolgirls. Steven, of course, was oblivious.

Blame it on the wine, the rare baby-less outing, and being emboldened by strangers raving about how hot your husband was, but when Dean insisted that you and Steven come to the after-party at a pub nearby, you insisted on going. Steven was only one of the professors in attendance, because he was one of the younger, cooler ones, therefore the vibe was much more relaxed and festive than the one at the official university get-together.

You’d had Dean over for dinner (a takeaway dinner that you had to constantly get up from the table because Nyla had started teething that week, but dinner still) so spending time with him was easy and delightful while Steven mingled with his other colleagues.

You also liked to privately touch base with him about Steven’s professional wellbeing. Your husband was tight-lipped about any office woes, and while Dean wasn’t privy to your husband’s D.I.D., you knew that sometimes aspects of it could manifest in your husband’s workplace. The last thing you wanted to do was interfere, but Steven truly loved what he did, and as his wife with a tendency to fret, you liked to keep a tab or two to ensure nothing jeopardized his passion.

“I’m impressed,” Dean remarked as you two huddled outside the pub while he had smoke. “You haven’t batted an eye at all the little first-year masters students throwing themselves at him.”

You laughed. Steven’s hot professor status was really department-wide thing it seemed. “I can’t blame them. He’s very dreamy, but I baby-trapped him so…”

Dean cackled when you punctuated your response with a shrug. “No flies on you, darling. Cheers.”

You and your husband gracefully bowed out when mentions of moving to a club began to take hold. Too tipsy and tired for the Tube, Steven flagged a cab for the both of you, even though it meant that he’d have Jake backseat-driving in his head the whole ride back to Brixton.

Once inside, you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder, hoping to maybe doze off for a few minutes in case Nyla was up when you got home. Steven automatically pressed a kiss to your temple. He was so solid and warm, so safe, you couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him and place a hand over his knee.

“In case I haven’t told you yet, you look pretty as a present tonight,” he murmured into your ear.

You don't know what it was about his compliment, perhaps it was the way he said it, or the way you’d had four glasses of wine, but Steven's soft words of adoration set your body alight.

“Hmm, thank you darling,” The hand that was on his knee traveled towards his inseam to squeeze the meat of his thigh. “Wanna unwrap me? Or maybe just take off the bow? I’d let you slip my knickers aside and play with your present right now if you wanted.”

“Bloody hell,” he groaned, both at your filthy offer and the fact that you’d dragged your hand to cup him through his trousers. “Babe, he’ll see.”

The cabbie had airbuds in (a personal pet peeve of Jake’s) and eyes trained on the road. You shook your head imperceptibly. “Not if we’re careful about it.”

To prove your point, you subtly shifted to drape your thigh over Steven’s leg so he could do just as you suggested. It seemed that your fondling of your husband’s package, steadily but insistently coaxing him to hardness, was able to convince him to follow suit. He tucked his hand under your skirt, mimicking your approach, dragging his palm slowly up your leg. Next, his nimble fingers nudged the dampened crotch of your knickers aside and delved between your folds.

You could feel Steven’s length jump and swell when he made contact with your pussy. It prompted you to rub at him a little harder, biting your lip when one of his digits penetrated you.

“My saucy exhibitionist minx,” he purred into your ear.

“Says the man who screws me in cafe loos,” you shot back without any real heat. How could you be snarky when Steven was slowly, torturously finger-fucking you and his hot, hard manhood was pulsing under your palm?

“Mmmm, I always get a stiffy when we eat there now,” Steven confessed in a whisper about your neighborhood cafe. “That was insane, sucking at your titties and riding my cock like that in the middle of the day.”

“I know daddy,” you sighed, clenching around his digit at the thought. “So naughty, but so good.”

The remainder of the ride home passed in a labored silence between you two, both trying to enjoy each other’s ministrations, but not so much that you clued in the driver. There was one close call when Steven had the gall to sneak another finger inside of you. You nearly drew blood biting your lip to stifle moaning at the intrusion, since it meant you could get straight to fucking once you arrived home.

Tonight wasn’t the first date night you’d come chomping at the bit to make love, so thankfully you two had a pre-established routine. Steven used his coat to cover his groin and went straight to the nursery to check on Nyla while you paid and said goodnight to Sam (your desire was easier to conceal after all). Once Nyla was confirmed to be asleep and Sam had left, you met in your bedroom and tore each other’s clothes off.

The wine warped the edges of your perception, making the clash of teeth and tongues between you and Steven blur into a buzz of arousal, until next thing you knew you were naked, on your hands and knees and your husband was pushing his thick erection inside of you in one determined, smooth shove. You almost moaned the wrong name, nearly keening “Jake” when he entered you, because the position wasn’t one in Steven’s usual rotation. He much preferred for you to ride him, or for you to be on your back - any position where he could sink into your cunt and suckle at your nipples simultaneously.

You weren’t complaining however, and happily pushed back into his thrusts. It wasn’t until Steven angled his hips just right to hit your g-spot, and you threw your head back that you realized it. “We’re in front of the mirror.”

“Mmmhmm,” Steven confirmed, “like to see your tits swing and…ungh, they’ve been watching since you started groping me in the taxi.”

The revelation that Marc and Jake were privy to your coupling had a fresh wave of heat racing down your spine and pooling in your core as Steven continued to rail you.

“Was just so horny for you baby,” you explained, “everyone was eyeing you, but you’re mine and you know you’re mine and I know you’re mine, but I just wanted to feel it. I…I couldn't wait. ”

“You have us now,” he assured you. “Can’t count how many times we’ve seen people checking you out and you’re none the wiser. They can look, but you belong to us, don't you?”

“Yesssss daddy,” you mewled, now equally drunk off the alcohol and your arousal. “Keep giving me your big prick, feels so good.”

“Vamos, Steven, let’s give her more of this big prick she wants so badly,” Jake’s voice growled from behind you. His broad arms moved from your hips to encase your waist and pulled you upright, “Te gusta nena? Like being impaled on our cock like this?”

Your answer was non-verbal, but unmistakably emphatic.

“I think she likes it,” Marc’s American accent chuckled darkly from behind you.

You whined the increase in fullness the change in position brought about, paired with the image you all made in the mirror together. You were first drawn to your husband’s determined expression, so set on his objective to make you see stars that his face was twisted into a snarl. Next, you glimpsed your large breasts heaving with every snap of his hips, and your cunt speared open on his massive erection. The sheer depravity of your reflection made you tilt your head back onto your husband’s broad shoulder and screw your eyes shut.

You knew Steven had wrestled back control of the body when his two large hands found your tits and began to pluck at your nipples. “Love you so much darling, want more kids together. Want Nyla to be just the first.”

His words made your channel flutter around his length at the thought.

“Would you let me? Maybe not tonight, but I want to fill you up with every last drop of my cum, keep these titties big and leaking for me, watch your belly grow again with another gorgeous child.”

“Ohhh fuck Steven,” you gasped, “I want that too.”

“Yeah? You want me to pump you full again?” He urged you, one hand leaving your nipple to suck his soaked fingertip into his mouth for a taste of your milk.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted. You didn’t want another kid right away, but seeing what excellent fathers your husband made definitely meant you wanted more babies eventually. “For now though, will you just make me cum?”

“‘Course darling,” he rumbled, his hand dropping to your clit to push you over the edge. You’d been simmering with yearning all night, so it didn’t take much more than Steven’s hand on your clit, his other on your breast, and his length hammering into you from behind to drown you in ecstasy.

You crumpled back against Steven’s chest while your orgasm coursed through you, too overwhelmed with pleasure to support yourself. Your husband buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply and reveling in the beauty of your release that was unfolding in his arms.

You’d barely floated back down to earth before Steven manhandled you back onto your elbows while he chased his respective climax. The relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent hole emptied every thought from your head that wasn’t “yes”, “good” , or “full”. It wasn’t long before you felt your husband’s seed painting your inner walls and collapsing on top of you.

The late hour and the alcohol made you both slower in extracting yourselves from one another, and after exchanging some sated, passionate kisses, you made a beeline to relieve yourself and wash off your makeup. Steven joined you a moment later in the en-suite to begin his respective nighttime regimen. You two readied for bed in companionable silence. Then:

“It was Emma and Marnie, wasn’t it?”

“Yup,” you replied, popping the p as you dotted on moisturizer, “Don’t hold it against them though, I think Emma’s going to apply to be your TA. It was all harmless in the loo, I promise.”

“Alright,” he surrendered. Despite still feeling buzzed, you clocked a momentary conversation between Steven and an alter in the mirror above the sink. Whatever they said to one another, it prompted Steven to add, “You’re very confident about having us all wrapped around your little finger, aren't you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you parried, meeting your husband’s gaze in the mirror. “Especially when I still probably have some of your cum inside me.”

“Esposita está tan descarada esta noche,” Jake pushed forward to remark.

“Soy--no...estoy un poco borracha todavía,” you confessed. As if your husband needed more proof the wine continued to affect you, you announced out of seemingly nowhere, “I need to say night-night to Ny-Ny.”

Steven intervened, catching you when you tried to bolt from the bathroom. “Darling, you can see her on the monitor. Don't wake her up.”

“Don’t tell me when I can see my baby,” you countered with sudden defensiveness that only surfaces when one’s a bit blitzed. You wriggled out of his grasp, “I’ll be quiet.”

You tipsily tip-toed down the hall to Nyla’s nursery, making good on your promise and not causing your daughter to stir at all as you crept to watch her slumber.

It wasn’t as if you wanted to pick her up or play with her, you just couldn’t fathom going to bed without bidding Nyla goodnight. Your eyes studied the little miracle before you. Her plump little feet that you could never pepper with enough kisses, the curve of her lips that must have been painted on her face by a Renaissance master, those insanely long, dark eyelashes she inherited from her father. There were no words, and never would be, to accurately describe the love you had for your daughter.

You silently blew a kiss in her direction, and found Steven in the doorway when you turned to retreat. While you were kind of peeved that he felt the need to supervise you, you weren't that drunk (you were), you pressed yourself into his warm, sturdy side as you both returned to your bedroom.

“She’s just more beautiful than I ever dreamed she’d be,” you whispered reverently.

“I know,” Steven agreed in a murmur as he guided you back to bed. “We’re the two luckiest people alive. Now let’s go to sleep, love.”

A/N: Yayyy we made it! True life: I’m Emma and Marnie IRL. Also are long, sappy afterglows my thing now? Can’t thank everyone enough for getting me to 500, playing with me and requesting these fics, waiting the approximately 98 years it took for me to fill them!!

ESPECIALLY since in the meantime, I now have over 900 followers which is just bonkers!!!!! BONKERS I TELL YOU! I don’t think I’ll do another prompt celebration like I did for 500 if I reach 1k, but something special will come down the pipeline for sure! Love you all so much and again, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!

Translations:

Vamos - Let’s go/Come on

Te gusta nena? - You like it babe?

Esposita está tan descarada esta noche - Wifey is so cheeky tonight

Estoy un poco borracha todavía - I’m still a little drunk

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Fluffotber 27 - Michael Addams

Michael Addams x reader

Michael was going to kill this man.

He really wanted to anyway, and the only reason that parasite was still alive was because he knew his goddess wouldn't be happy if he touched him, that he might scare her, and that the doctor had promised him that this nightmarish situation was only temporary.

As soon as he heard about this appointment, he knew that was not a good idea, that something terrible was going to happen. It reminded him of the time he had to go to the dentist.

A marvelous memory, all these instruments of torture. The blood. This scared the poor dentist, who couldn't understand why he wasn't screaming in pain, and ended up administering anesthetic.

When Y/N had entered the room, he wasn't so much himself and he hadn't recognized her. It was as if he was experiencing a miracle for the second time in his life, reliving their encounter, dazzled by her beauty.

"You are a vision."

"Thank you, Michael. Are you okay ?"

"You know my name ? And you worry about me ? I don't even deserve you to look at me, but I'll dare...Marry me."

"I can't tell if you're serious." she had said, laughing, the most beautiful sound in the world, putting her hand on her mouth, displaying her wedding ring.

"Oh, no. You're married ? I should have known, I'm not worthy of you. But no one can be worthy of you. Who's your lover ? I have to meet them, I have to make sure that they treat you like you deserve !"

"Michael, we are married."

"... What ?"

"You are so adorable, my crazy darling."

He had cried a lot that day, unable at all to believe that such a perfect creature could agree to unite with him, before becoming normal again. He continued to cry anyway, because even when he was normal, he had a hard time understanding why his goddess loved him so much.

This situation had been a bit amusing.

The one he was in now was not. He suspected it wouldn't last, since he had experienced it himself, but he didn't like it at all.

The operation was not complicated. Necessary, but not dangerous. Even though he didn't trust it, Michael didn't want to lose his Y/N, so he had accompanied her to the hospital, and she had been put to sleep.

Except that when she woke up, she didn't remember him.

Everyone was now trying to calm him down, repeating that it was a temporary effect of the anesthesia. But even if it didn't last long, it was torture to see her like this, staring at him with lost, slightly frightened eyes.

She jumped when he knelt in front of her, taking her hand to kiss it, saying he was glad she was back.

"Who are you ?" she had then asked shakily, and her world broke his heart.

Part of him was a little hurt that she didn't fall in love with him right away, like he had fallen in love with her again last time.

Then Michael had hit his head against the wall, remembering that she was a goddess, and that he was nothing, and that he had been very lucky to be able to seduce her.

He had been very scared then. What if she never remembered ? What if she no longer loved him and left him ?

He wouldn't survive it.

He couldn't destroy the world, because that would mean hurting her, which he couldn't do, but he would throw himself off a bridge.

It had only been ten minutes and he was already considering which bridge he was going to choose, his mind clouded with despair.

A nurse patted him gently on the shoulder, but cautiously, not really knowing how the man who had screamed like a madman before cowering in a corner of the hospital hallway would react.

"Mr. Langdon. Your wife would like to see you."

"She remembers me ?!"

"No, not yet. But she would like to see you."

It wasn't the best news, but it was still some good news. Y/N could have asked him not to approach her again.

When Michael returned to the bedroom, she was watching her hand. She had to take it off for the operation, but her wedding ring had remained by her bed, and she had put it back on, admiring it for a long time.

"You gave me this ?"

"Yes."

"You must be rich. Or mad. Or love me a lot."

"I love you more than anything, I'm crazy about you, and I'll give you all the gold in the world, and more, if you ask me."

This made her smile, and for a moment, his goddess was here again.

"I believe we are at school together." she said after a long silence.

"We were. It's been several years since we graduated."

"Hmm. Is it true that you look a bit older. Am I... Am I older too ?"

"No. You are still the same, eternally beautiful."

"Are you always this intense ?"

"No. Yes ? I don't know, I'm not sure what you mean, my queen."

This made her laugh again. Michael couldn't help but put his hand on hers. This time she was not afraid.

In a trance, he stroked her fingers, her handle, before approaching his lips, kissing her again, before continuing with her arm.

"Cara mia." he whispered sadly.

"You really are crazy, you… Oh. Oh, Michael. Michael, I'm sorry."

"My Goddess ?" he asked, raising his hopeful eyes to her sweet face.

"I think they gave me a little too much anesthetic. You must have been very scared, forgive me."

"You have no reason to apologize ! One word from you, and I'll kill every doctor in this place."

Of course, she didn't want to. Y/N sighed before taking his face in his hands and kissing him, making him purr.

Although Michael knew that everything was going to end well, he had feared the worst. To be married to such perfection, to be happy by her side, to have the pleasure of being able to touch her, talk to her, look at her, that couldn't last forever, he would inevitably be punished one day.

But not today. Y/N remembered him, and she still loved him. And as soon as she was cleared to leave the hospital, he carried her home, promising himself that it would never happen again.

"I will have to see another doctor one day."

"I will ask my father to use his powers so that you never get sick again."

"My adorable fool."

"Only yours, cara mia. Even if you forget me, or if I forget you. Always."

#american horror story apocalypse #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon x reader #Michael Addams #the addams family #flufftober 2022

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W0ND3RPLAY'S MORTAL KOMBAT

SATOSHI IN THE NEW ERA

inspired by @running-with-the-feels and @laismoura-art. Fuck NRS for not letting their own mascot be happy. @theelderhazelnut @bloody-arty-myths @starneko123

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE SHIRAI RYU IN THIS VERSION FIRST....

In the new era, the Shirai Ryu is mostly composed of pyromancers and plant magic users as opposed to the Lin Kuei, but their origins on how they came to be are different: the founder was a pyromancer himself and couldn't handle the cold environment, also got homesickness, so the Lin Kuei grandmaster assigned him to start a japan branch but then founder got shipwrecked and met a bunch of plant magic users, who have a redeemed Cetrion as their patron goddess. The island is her blessing towards them.

The matriarch of the plant magic users was the one to become grandmaster, as the founder see her as deemed worthy of the role when she was participating in the Mortal Kombat tournament.

The Shirai Ryu takes on the same role as the Lin Kuei but the difference is they deal with a bunch of external threats towards Earthrealm while internal threats are dealt with by the Lin Kuei. Both clans are on civil and friendly terms. (This may explain Harumi's connection to Outworld and the Umgadi)

NOW BACK ON THE SUBJECT!

There was no massacre that took place, just Hanzo and Harumi living a happy life with their beloved son. As I said, fuck NRS.

Hanzo wasn't a pyromancer after becoming Scorpion, it was by birth, and this goes the same toward Harumi as she's one of the best plant magic users within her clan. Oh, not to mention she's the official grandmistress.

Satoshi was born on October 11, making him a Libra.

In his early years, there were many marks that looked like scars and injuries that made Satoshi look like he grew up in a terrible household much to his parents' concern, they went to see the doctors but it was always concluded that Satoshi was perfectly healthy overall, no serious skin condition going on whatsoever.

Then a psychic came over to the village, they told them that Satoshi has a soulmate, and there was bad energy surrounding those marks because whoever was predestined to meet him must've grown up in a not so pleasant home life. They told his parents that their son must simply wait for his soulmate as that person would eventually find him, assuming around his teenage years.

By the time he was 5, the marks appeared less frequently, then for two months where it kept popping up left and right. Satoshi also had a really vivid nightmare of a village being destroyed with its residents being killed in the most gruesome ways possible, which was very alarming for his parents and that was a time where security measures had to be held up because they assumed it meant something wrong was about to happen to the clan.

Satoshi grew a habit of making up stories about the random scars that appear in his body, thinking they were from other different lives, from the past to the far future. Even his playmates get on the fun. This is because he didn't understand this whole soulmate ordeal at the time until much later in life when his parents sat down with him that day.

Is childhood besties with Takeda, as Kenshi settled down in the Shirai Ryu after freeing his own clan from the yazuka and marrying the love of his life, Suchin. They were practically raised like brothers growing up and liked to push each other's limits to ensure they grew up to be great warriors. Takeda loved being a big brother figure towards Satoshi as they were both only children with no siblings whatsoever.

His favorite pastime was gathering plants in the island's wide variety of otherworldly plants, he lets his parents cook the plants he's gotten during dinner. It even stayed after his childhood.

Another one was catching bugs with his dad, his favorite being those butterflies. He also learned how to paint and was a gifted artist like his mother.

Got a HUGE FNAF phase around when he was like 7-9 years old, his favorite animatronic would be Bonnie (blame @laismoura-art, those headcanons with Bi-han are truly hilarious) and shipped him with Freddy before he even knew shipping meant.

Inherited his father's facial features and resting grumpy face, though that resting face becomes more prominent once he was 11 years. It was also when he started to take on grandmaster training as per the clan's tradition.

He eventually started to learn how to hunt to practice his assassin skills, helping other villagers and members as a way to connect with them. He's now often seen practicing in the Fire Gardens or in the courtyard.

He also took on babysitting duty as well and eventually became like a protective and loving older brother towards the little fellas, he started becoming good with kids at this point too.

Satoshi didn't know about Zhenbing, the son of Bi-Han & Sareena until he began his grandmaster training despite knowing Zhenbing's parents personally due to monthly annual meetings between the Shirai Ryu & Lin Kuei, because he was often sent to Kenshi's home to be babysat while the meetings took place. They bonded over the fact they went through a FNAF phase albeit Zhenbing happened to him pretty early (sometime around 6-7) and the high expectations, pressures that comes with being both future grandmasters.

When he first met Zhenbing's adoptive older sister, Frost, she was responsible for Satoshi's bisexual awakening and had a brief crush for only two months. Currently he's a pansexual in denial.

He started to experience a growth spurt once he was 12 years old, and was 6'0" by the time he hit 13, his current age. (My boy would've been freaking in the NBA with the height I gave him at this point 💀)

He's also gotten more intimidating looking in terms of appearance due to the grumpy resting face that he has, but don't worry, he's a sweetheart but is really omniverted at best.

Whenever he wants to wind down and relax or wants some alone time, he goes to this huge lake with a pretty waterfall hidden within a forest only he knows and even plans to show his soulmate this place once he's trusted and got to know them more. He usually paints or plays with the small animals that come and stop by.

When an Ainu elder joined the clan, he got to get more connected to his heritage since while his father was afraid to pass on the traditions to his wife and son yet due to being disowned after joining the Shirai Ryu, so he takes that opportunity for a nice father-son bonding, since he too wants to take pride in his heritage as well and let his father join on a journey in learning about themselves. This was a core memory during Satoshi's teenage years (I loved the 'Hanzo being Ainu' headcanon from that one anon sent to @running-with-the-feels)

He enjoys reading those old choose your adventure books he'd find in those bookshops as well with some nature books, he's a huge fan of horror and fantasy novels as well.

His music taste consists of 90's japanese hip-hop, along with some from its western counterpart, along with indie rap. He listens to artists like Joey Valence & Brae, MC Hammer, Kid N' Play, and Salt N' Pepa

As Satoshi is now a teenager and now understands the whole soulmate ordeal that he has, he starts to wonder what his soulmate would be like in person, other than being such a reckless idiot as marks resembling external injuries tend to pop up often. He often says to himself 'Oh what they've done now??' or 'Here we go again...', yet beyond those scars, he wishes to meet them but alas, a psychic told his parents that he must wait. For now.......

#🌠// lucky's headcanons #🐲 // w0nd3rplay's mortal kombat #satoshi hasashi #hanzo hasashi #harumi hasashi #subscorprumi #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #suchin takahashi #forest fox #shirai ryu #bi han #sareena #mortal kombat #mk1 2023

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Marriage Of Convenience

Lance stroll x reader Y’all I wasn’t even a Lance fan before this so if you aren’t I hope you still give this a chance because I think you’ll love it!

F1 as Romance Tropes Masterlist!

“Y/n honey, I thought you were wearing the ivory dress i picked out.” Your mother fussed over your dress and hair the second you walked into the country club. You knew even if you had wore the dress she picked it wouldn’t have been good enough.

“I thought the green looked better.” You mumbled out, sighing as your father walked closer. Giving no reaction other than a hum. “Where’s that doctor you were seeing is he coming?” He asked, the mentioned doctor was one of the men your mother forced you to go on a date with, you only went so she would let it go. Sure you might have lied and said you went out more then the two of you did, that lie was now coming back to bite you.

“We don’t really talk anymore.” At your words your mother sighed in disappointment, before patting your arms. “It’s no problem, my friend Susie has a son who is studying law i’ll set something up.” You could see her excitement, making your mood drop, sure they wanted you to be with a lawyer, doctor or anyone successful. They hated you would rather be the one working and not a housewife like women should be according to your parents.

So you nodded along wanting to get this dinner over with, every month it was the same. You’d walk in, your mom would talk about your lack of a worthy man, and your father would complain about the other members of the board. Your only saving grace was the Strolls.

You were able to sneak away from your mothers book club and found a way to their table. Lance immediately pulled his sisters abandoned chair out for you knowing the pattern by now. You’d always come over to talk to his sister about whatever and his father about business, he normally took this time to escape to his corner of safety but decided to stay this time.

“Y/n sneak away again have you.” Lawrence spoke and you nodded, despite your fathers hatred for the man you found him interesting, he never talked down to you about your ideas and always gave some helpful advice. Downing the champagne left in your glass you nodded, “Mothers book club was telling me all about their kids and grandkids asking when i was going to settle down.”

“You’re 21?” Lance yelped, making it clear he was eavesdropping, surprised they were practically offering you up to the highest bidder, also slightly offended your family never suggested him as a suitor for you. “Two years older than my mom was when she had me.” You sighed, before he could say anything, his sister came back stealing your attention, leaving his mind to wonder.

Netflix, on. Ice cream, ready. Pajamas, comfy. And you couldn’t be happier to be home, just as you got comfortable on the couch, someone knocked on your door making you groan and contemplate ignoring them all together, but the shout of your name through the wood made you get up.

“Lance?” The man pushed passed you the second the door opened. “Come on in.” You mumbled sarcastically, you were never that close to the family only seeing them at events like the one earlier. So his sudden arrival was confusing.

He was still in his white button down and suit pants making you feel under dressed in your own apartment. “I have an idea.”

“How’d you know where i lived?” You ignored him asking a question of your own. Which he waved off, “i asked Chloe, now want to hear my idea.”

“We should get married.” He said looking awfully proud of himself.

“What!” You scoffed thinking he was joking but the look on his face was oddly serious. He repeated the statement making you shake your head.

“Listen its a good idea!”

“No Lance its not.” He sighed at your words, taking a seat on your couch to explain. “Think of it like a business deal not exactly a marriage.” He tried a different approach to peak your intrest. “Continue.”

“It will get your parents off your back to settle down, check.” He he’d up a finger as he spoke adding more as he went on. “Think of all the time you’d get to learn the ins and outs of business from my dad, plus people take you more seriously with his backing.”

“And what do you get out of this?” You wont lie it sounded good so far but if you’ve leaned anything its that there’s always a catch. “Why can’t i be doing this out of the kindness of my heart.” He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense.

“That’s not how business works.” You deadpanned raising a single eyebrow, using his earlier words against him.

“Well…” he drawled out holding his hands up in submission at your glare.

“You know how your mom is always on your back about settling down.” You nod. “Well my team is on mine.”

“Your father owns the team, Try again.”

“Fine, my manager said i need publicity to gain more traction with sponcers, a huge surprise wedding with some love story attached would look great for me.”

He wasn’t wrong this wasn’t a horrible idea, and the Stroll name would definitely help you out, plus he was gone all the time you’d see him the same amount you do now, which was hardly ever, once a month at most. You could go through a year of that

You slowly nodded your head, taking the chair across from your future husband. “If this is going to work we have to get our facts straight.”

Your hands ran down the white fabric of your dress, as people bustled around you. You looked beautiful, staring at yourself in the mirror it almost felt real, like you were marrying the love of your life. And you suppose that’s what it’s supposed to look like you were just a good actor.

Walking down the isle was a blur, you giggled at Lances tie Aston Martin green. After the wedding when you were both alone you made some comment about him being a free billboard, then he reminded you of the color dress you were wearing the night he had this bizarre idea. It was a small wedding but classy enough for the Sroll name to be honored.

“I can’t believe your family owns this.” You said in awe of the home tucked in the country side of Italy with the most beautiful view of the Amalfi coast you’ve ever seen.

“Our family.” Lance reminded you, moving to stand behind you and hold onto the railing. His words spoken with conviction, as if there was no part of his mind that believed otherwise. As if he’d allow you to think other wise.

“You know i think this is the best pizza I’ve ever had.” You practically moaned you’ve both been at the villa a week, every morning you sat on the balcony while waiting for Lance to finish breakfast that he insisted on making himself. Then you’d both work in the afternoon coming back together for dinner, which is where you are now.

He nodded in agreement, smirk growing on his face. “Maybe married life makes everything sweeter.” Adding a wink laughing when you shoved him making a tomato fall into his white shirt. You tried not to but it was impossible not to laugh at the look on his face.

“You’re gonna pay for that.” He playfully growled, hands reaching for your waist. You squealed running around the lush green yard Lance closing in behind you. Wrapping his arms around you lifting you into the air before softly laying you on the ground with him. His forehead pressing against yours as you both sobered up from your laughs.

‘Had she always been so beautiful?’ Lance thought to himself. His breathing slowed as he gazed at you. Your eyes bright with happiness as you caught your breath beneath him on the grass. He thought you couldn’t be more beautiful then that night at the country club, the green dress practically labeling you as his before you were. Then he was proven wrong again watching you said i do, at the alter. Seeing you now he realized that you would always be most beautiful when you were happy, and he made a vow in that moment fake marriage or not, you’d always be happy.

“Lance, Lance!” He was shaken out of his inner monologue by you shaking him. “We need to pack for the flight tomorrow.” Well that wasn’t exactly what he wanted you to say, but he knew you were right. So he hauled himself up, holding a hand out to help you, yanking a bit so you would fall into his chest, shooting you another wink.

You were both back in Canada after the honeymoon and your family practically demanded dinner with your new husband. “You know i can pull a J turn right here and we can go right.” Lance offered, seeing you uncomfortably shift in the passenger seat for the seventh time. You shook your head.

“No we have to do this.” You spoke seeing the large home come into view. “Are you sure you’re not just doubting my ability to pull of a turn like that, if you are I’m incredibly offended?” He joked, hoping to make you laugh which he succeeded.

“Of course not i know you could.” He tried to ignore the feeling growing in his chest at your praise. You squeezed his hand tighter the closer you got to the front door your jaw dropped seeing Adam, the doctor sitting at the dinner table.

Dinner went by silently the kind of awkward tension you could cut with a knife, Lances hand tightened it’s grip on your thigh, jaw clenching every time Adam talked about how good you two were together, as if you weren’t married and your husbands wasn’t right in front of him.

“Excuse me but why is he here?” Your family acted shocked at the question Lance had asked, your mother was the one to respond. Completely Ignoring him as she directed her attention to you.

“Honey we just think that you didn’t give Adam here a fair chance. You got the rebellion out from you system with the driver now come home and settle down with a man that will be good for you.” While you were shocked, next to you Lance was seething, and the doctors smirk as if he was just waiting for you to jump into his arms didnt make the situation better.

“Not that i think you care but she can make decisions for herself and she chose to marry me not him, my family can actually help her achieve her dreams not just stuff her somewhere to play house for the rest of her life.” Lance scowled, how did someone as nice as you come from this he wondered now he knew why you found solace with his family.

“At least I wouldn’t be taking her from her family to follow me around the world sure she could have a little shop here I’d let her do that.” Adam explained like he was a better offer, your father even nodding along as if you needed him to give you anything. Lance slowly stood up from the table hands flat on the top leaning in closer to Adam.

“She doesn’t need you to give her anything she deserves more than a little shop she could have business deals around the globe if she wanted to i just happen to get to be a part of it, so let me leave you all with this. She’s my Wife not his and until you can treat us both with respect we will not be coming back.” Taking your hand he lead you out of your childhood home, still shaking with anger as he opened the car door for you.

“I can’t believe they invited him-“ his words died off as you leaned over pressing your lips to his, the first kiss you have shared outside of the alter. He sighed into you his hand on the back of your neck pressing you closer into him deeping the kiss. “Did you mean it?” You breathlessly asked his nose rubbing against yours not wanting to lose contact.

“Every word.”

“So where do you fly off to next?” You asked shifting through your opened suitcase on the bed. As he thought to himself. “Belgium,” you nodded. “How long are you spending here before you leave?” You asked trying to get facts straight in case someone asked, figuring you should know your husband’s schedule. Things have been a little awkward since your kiss, like neither of you really knew where you stood with the other you were excited from some space to get yourself in check.

“Uh probably leave tomorrow.” You weren’t going to like this he thought to himself. He sighed figuring to bite the bullet already. “Actually i was thinking you should come with me to the race.”

“Yeah i guess as your wife i probably should go to your first race being a married man.” That does make sense but the look on his face made you suspicious. “Just for this race right Lance?” He shrugged still not meeting you eyes. “Or all of them.” He mumbled.

“Lance!” You shout, rubbing your palms into your eyes. “The deal was i marry you then go home to work i can’t work traveling the world!”

“You’re my wife you have to be there with me or it will look weird, just the rest of the season. Plus like i told your family this could be your shot to make international deals.” He new that wasn’t the deal but after the two weeks with you he wanted to be selfish. “My dad will be there too, how else were you going to learn from him if not at the track?”

“We were supposed to be divorced by the end of the season,” you sighed laying back on the bed that shifted as he say next to you grabbing your hand. “Well about that…” he said making your eyes widden. “i swear to god Lance if you don’t leave me I’ll divorce you so fast!” Your decolration made him laugh a bit.

“I’m sorry ow! i just don’t think anyone has ever said that before.” he yelped dodging your hands smacking his arm. “sponcers make deals after the season ends so they pick good divers i thought you knew that.” lies all lies but he hoped you didn’t do your research on it just yet.

“So what now we wait till the start of next season?” “Yep” he nodded, hoping he’d have you figured out by then.

Two races down and you had to admit, it was a great time. You picked Lawrences brain at dinner every night, and spent most of the race between Lance and your new friend. You even got to race Lance in the new Aston Martin vantage around the track for social media, you’re pretty sure he let you win but it was fun none the less.

Meanwhile Lance hated you’re new friendship with his teammate everytime he saw you, you were with Fernando. You both spoke Spanish so he couldn’t understand a word of it when he did squeeze himself between you.

“I don’t know what your problem is son, everyone loves her that’s a good thing.” Lawrence poke seeing his son glaring over at his teammate that just made you laugh. Stuffing his balaclava into his helmet harsher than needed.

“She’s my wife.” He gritted out childishly. “If she wants to learn about the cars she should be asking me.”

“You mean your fake wife?” His fathers words made him freeze. “Wha-what?”

“Please she’s way out of your league, we all know it. Plus you never spoke to her at the club and all the sudden your both in love, not likely.”

Of course he’d notice that, everyone else was easily fooled always seeing you sneak away to the Strolls, they all assumed it was for Lance. Only his father would know the truth.

“All i want to know is how you sold her on it.” He motioned his head towards you on the other side of the garage, who saw them looking and shyly waved, making him unknowingly smile back at you.

“I told her it would get her family off her back and she would be taken seriously with our name attached to her.” He ducked his head already knowing his father would disapprove of this concoction he mixed up.

“And what do you get out of this?” Lawrence asked making his son chuckle shaking his head. “God you sound just like her.” Remembering that’s exactly what you said to him that night in your living room.

“I uh told her i needed publicity for sponcers.”

“That’s the dumbest excuse I’ve ever heard, i can’t believe she fell for that.”

“Excuse? its the truth.” Now Lance was the one confused. “You sure about that?”

“Yes”

Lawrence Shook his head like he couldn’t believe Lance hadn’t figured it out himself yet. “You’ve never brought a girl to a race before, certainly never defended one against her family and gotten that jealous when another man makes her laugh.”

“How’d you know about what happened with her family?” Lance asked focusing on that rather than the rest of his points. “Her father called.”

Seeing his son staring off deep in thought he patted him on the back. “Just think about what i said.” And he was, he spent the rest of his day replaying every memory you shared together, he can’t remember smiling so much with anyone else. You haven’t even been together that long and yet he couldn’t imagine going a day without you.

He was sitting silently in a chair in your hotel room giving the occasional nod and ‘uh huh’ when nessicary, as you spoke. “Did you know Fernando was so funny, he seems so serious all the time but he’s actually-“ “Enough!” He shouted, not knowing he reacted out loud until he met your shocked stare. But he couldnt handle his jealousy and just finding out his feeling for you in the same day it was to much.

He stood up backing you into the wall holding your face in his hands. His breath fanning across your lips. “Lance?” His thumb running over your bottom lip stopped you from saying anything else. “Don’t talk about Fernando.” He said still starting intently at your face as if attempting to memorize it.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re mine.” Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat. “What are you talking about?” He knelt to the ground on one knee. He didn’t propose last time he hoped this made up for it.

“I don’t want this to be fake because my feelings for you aren’t.” His admission made your breath catch in your chest. “I want to be the one you cheer for at the race, i want to kiss you on the podium when i win, i want to watch you take over the world and be at your side as you do. I want you to be my wife.”

His hand had moved to grab yours, wedding bands shining even in the horrible hotel lighting as he planted soft kisses all over it as he spoke. Eyes looking up at you as if you hung the stars. “I don’t want this to be fake because i love you.” Pulling him up off the floor you smashed your lips together.

Lance immediately got over his shock and kissed you back just as passionately, you moaned as his tongue ran over the seam of your lips practically begging you for entrance. His hands possessively running over your body exploring every curve he’s dreamt about. “I love you too.” You whispered, when you two eventually pulled away to breath, Lance smiled against your neck mumbles of “mine” “my wife” in between leaving love bites that you know you will have trouble covering in the morning.

You can’t believe it, his first F1 win and at his home race on less, you are sure your voice will be gone in the morning with all the screaming you and the entire Aston Martin garage partook in. If it was possible you felt yourself fall even more in love with him watching him on that podium covered in champagne.

“Come on, i know he’ll want to see you.” His trainer nodded their head for you to follow. Sharing high fives with the crew as you walked through the paddock to the circle of media your husband in the center. His eyes and smile widened, seeing you only a few feet away, frantically waving you over.

Laughing you shook your head, wanting him to have his moment. Lance never a man not to get what he wants, decides if you won’t come to him, he’ll go to you and that’s exactly what he did. He effortlessly worked his way through the crowd, eyes on you the entire time. Jumping In his open arms when he was close enough.

“I’m so proud of you” Lance squeezed you tighter as your words reached his ear, keeping you tucked close to his side when the interview caught up to him to continue where they left of.

“Lance, a home win for your first win in formula one how does that make you feel?” His smile was radiating as he answered everyone around could feel his happiness for this moment.

“It feels incredible, being surrounded by the fans and my family here just makes it sweeter.” Lance paused looking down at you. “But i owe it my wife Y/n, to me this win is hers as much as mine.”

As you watched him speak and that even in his proudest moment he was still thinking of you meant everything, his eyes full of love as he caught your eye. How the biggest lie became the best part of your life. Always just a few feet away from each other as you escaped your family in the past with the ones that became your new family in the future, you dont know how and to be honest you dont care because in the wild story of you and Lance you each found the love of your lives all starting with a marriage of convince.

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Splintered Heart

Chapter 20

Pairing: Ayato x reader, Kazuha x reader

Genre: Arranged marriage, fluff, angst, multiple ending, slow burn

cw: mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, and poisoning

Sighing to yourself, you look up at the clouds, taking in how clear the sky was today before looking back down to the document you were signing. The pen in your hands begin to move again, neatly signing your name.

'Y/n', you pause, almost going back to the habit of writing your maiden last name, before writing the last name you had to get used to writing now, 'Kamisato.'

While scribbling away, you didn't notice someone staring at you from afar until light footsteps stop just a good distance from you.

"Y/n, dear." Your face that held an irritated expression immediately disappeared as you slowly look up at the direction of the voice.

"Would you come here for a bit?"

"Granny Furuta," you say a bit surprised, as you stood up, "do you need anything? Maybe a cup of water, you're free to take a break from gardening." Leaving your spot at the table, you quickly rush over, worry all over your face as you led her to take a seat on the porch.

She can't but chuckle as you quickly think of something, "you can rest and I'll deal with the gardening today!" You say, a grin on your face as you quickly head over but she stops you.

"I'm fine, but putting too much stress on yourself could affect the both of you." She says as you sit down beside her.

"..." Averting your eyes away as you bite your bottom lip as she continues.

"I can see how troubled you are..."

You glance down at the ring on your finger, "don't fret too much, it's only been two months since you married Young Ayato, no need to prove yourself worthy of being here." You sigh, closing your eyes, feeling a wave of dizziness suddenly hit you.

"Everyone here already adores you," she finishes off as you felt much better, not thinking too much of it as you look at her, a smile now present on your lips.

"You're both still young, take it step by step after all, we're all here to help and support you two in leading this clan. That's all I wanted to tell you since I've noticed how hard you push yourself."

She smiles at you as you grip her hands gently and she gives you a squeeze of reassurance that everything will work out in the end.

"Just know, he truly loves you, no matter what." Your eyes immediately tear up at this, "he'll always stay by your side." Yet those tears refused to fall while taking a deep breath.

"I know."

After a few minutes of silence and finding comfort in the elder woman was you always saw as a grandma, you stood up as you help her up.

"Well, I have work to finish up, you go ahead and finish yours." Nodding your head, you give her another smile before she walks away slowly.

Turning around and wiping the tears away, you begin to walk back to the table before another wave of dizziness hits you hard as you stop in your tracks, shutting your eyes.

A hand gripping the bridge of your nose, trying to wait out the feeling as you take a step forward only to groan, feeling like you lost your balance.

Furuta hears a thump and looks back to see what caused it only to see you laying on the floor, unconscious.

Her eyes widen at this as she immediately looks around to see if anyone can get to you faster.

"Toda!" She shouts in worry as soon as she spots the Shrine Maiden walk in, talking to one of the guards.

The girl looks at her, confused, "Toda! You need to help Y/n, she's collapsed." The brown haired girl quickly looks in your direction before running to your aid with Furuta approaching slowly.

"Is My Lord here?" Toda asks but Futura shakes her head, "no, he went to a meeting and took Thoma with him. We need to get her inside and call the doctor immediately."

She was worried your health was acting up again but you didn't show any signs except for the ones she saw.....

Opening your eyes slowly, you hear your name being called making you look to the side to see Tomo.

"You're finally awake, how do you feel?" He asks as you try to sit up only to be stopped by him. "Lay down for now."

"..Tomo?" Your voice is quiet as you try to remember what happen but it's a blur.

He lets out a dry chuckle, "I came back from adventuring with my friend only to find you collapsed outside." His voice is full of worry as you let out a tiny groan.

"What... happened?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "Can't say I know, the doctor will be here so just stay still."

—

Kazuha stood in front of the room you walked into hours ago, concern of your silence in there yet he could not find it in himself to knock.

It's been a couple hours since the scene with your father, just like you requested, he stayed inside and let you do all the talking.

—

So many emotions you felt as the doctor stood beside you, holding a clip board in one arm while the other rested by her side. Eyes filled with fear as you take in her words from moments prior.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy," she gives you a gentle smile as you sat there stunned, almost mortified at the thought of carrying a child at your young age.

"A-are you sure? Maybe the results came back wrong!" You try to argue but the doctor shakes her head, making you quiet as you look down, trying to process all this.

The doctor looks over at Tomo, who was seat beside the bed, he nods at her before she bows her head, "excuse me, I hope you a healthy pregnancy, I'll be coming a few times to check up on you."

You nod, twiddling your thumbs as she walks out the door, closing the door behind her and you finally look up, startling Tomo at the sight of your teary eyes.

"H-hey, what's wrong?!" He wraps his arms around as you begin to sob quietly, shaking as he frowns, closing his eyes as he hugs you close. "It's gonna be fine."

He tries to reassure you but it doesn't really help as you continue to cry and it didn't look like you would stop anytime. As you continued to sob, he pats your back.

He knew you didn't exactly have the best childhood, your mother dying when you were so young while your father married his other woman, and they made your life hell til you finally married off to Ayato.

"I'm scared...." You finally confessed, "what if I.....I'm not a good mom and end up like my step mother?"

Tomo pulled back, looking at you for a brief moment before pinching the sides of your face as you sob out, either of being afraid or pain from his pinching.

"You are nothing like that witch, and I'm sure Ayato will agree." He says as you open your eyes to look at him, tears still rolling down your face as he talks.

"You got this, I'm sure of it. I mean, you basically the strongest woman I know and you have so many people who love and support you, no matter what happens."

Tomo finishes off only to jump at the sight of your crocodile tears coming back, "Tomo!" You cry as you flung yourself at him, wrapping into a tight hug as he let out a loud groan from the lack of air you knocked out of him.

—

Staring at the empty crib with familiar, muddy eyes, you feel the empty feeling once again like all those years ago

Instead of ordering someone to set up the room, crib, everything any newborn room would need, Ayato wanted to do it himself. Spending any of his free time to building the crib, failing a few times and painting the walls...

You sigh, those were good days indeed, now, it felt like a dream.

—

Ayato takes the pen out your hand as you look up at him confused as he shakes his head.

"you need to resting," he says. It's been a couple days since you told him the news and he promised he would take good care of you. Luckily, you weren't quite bombarded with congratulations since only you, Ayato and Tomo knew.

You two decided to have a small gathering with close friends, still haven't decided the day since you're still busy with work.

"Ayato, I'm fine." You try to calm him down but he shook his head, a tiny smile visible on his lips as he takes the stacks of papers that were waiting to be signed.

"I can do these myself, just focus on resting for day and if you really want to help me out," he pats your head, "how about telling Ayaka the big news?"

He sits down beside you, holding your hands in his, "she'll be thrilled." Your face slightly flush at seeing how his face glowed, to think you were nervous to see how he would react to the news.

After giving you a hug, you walk out the room and went looking for the little girl.

'Tomo was right about that.' you think to yourself, wondering around to find Ayaka. Usually you'll find her in her room but nowadays she seems interested in sword training, peeking outside, there she was, swinging her wooden sword in the air.

Watching her for a moment, you start to think, a distant look on your face as you stood there.

She and Ayato had lost their parents at a young age and you tried to be there for them both. She always felt like the younger sister you never had.

'Promise me, you'll look after them.'

Their mother's last wishes echoes in your mind before snapping out of it.

"Y/n? Why are you standing here?" You look to the side to see Thoma there, a worried look on his face as he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

You look away, returning your gaze to Ayaka. "Just watching her train, I am going to have an important talk with her soon." Explaining, Thoma hums.

"You seem tired these days, you're not sick are you?"

You shake your head, "no, I'm fine." Seeing as Ayaka stopped to catch her breathe, you quickly decide to head over. "I'll go speak with her right now."

Carefully making your way to her, she doesn't notice you until you spoke up. Ayaka looks up to see you holding the towel she put to the side. "Y/n?"

Giving her a smile, you raise the towel a bit, "I need to speak with you, is that alright?"

—

Staring at the blue blanket that has yet to be used, you feel a burning sensation in your throat the longer you stare before a sniff is heard, burying your face into the blanket.

—

Today was nothing out of the ordinary, Ayato was out with Mei, a new friend you made a couple days ago when she came to deliver a few books you ordered.

You wanted to go get them yourself but due to being pregnant, Ayato wanted to make sure you stayed in and asked for someone, Mei, to bring them to you instead.

Humming to yourself, you continue reading until a cup of water is set on the table in front of you, "here you go," smiling at Thoma, you thank him.

Luckily no one noticed your state, beside Ayato, Ayaka, Tomo and Granny Furuta, the blonde standing over your seated self hadn't noticed quite yet. Finishing the page you were on, you grab the cup, taking tiny sips before flipping the page.

"Why don't you sit down, you must be tired from working." You suggest Thoma, setting the empty cup down as you look up at him.

"Can I? I still have work to finish...."

"It'll only be for a moment, relax a bit," he thinks over your words before giving in. "Alright, just for a few minutes though."

You grin at him, as he sighs, but sends a smile back. Thoma fills up the empty cup and another one for himself.

"I want to help Mei become a writer," you start off, "although I'm not quite sure how to do that, any suggestions?" Looking over at Thoma who thinks.

"Well, she is a writer but it seems like no matter how much she submits, it never catches the attention of Miss Yae." You mumble, pondering on what to do. A writer, it seems exciting to you, being able to come up with stories and things like that and you had to have quite the imagination for it, one you simply don't have unfortunately.

You gasp, "I know," this catches Thoma's attention, "remember that singer from Liyue, the last time she was here I spoke to her over a cup of tea."

His face lights up, "oh! Miss Eden! What about her?"

"Well," you remember the conversation you had with her roughly two years ago, "I can get Mei to write a novel based on her, Miss Eden—"

Your head suddenly begins to hurt badly, making you stop mid sentence, holding the side of your head, letting out a groan before feeling a sharp pain coming from your stomach.

But just as it comes it passes as you let out a shaky sigh, "Are you feeling okay?" Thoma notices, standing up abruptly, "do I need to get my Lord?"

"N-no, I'm fine." You say, feeling lightheaded as Ayaka appears behind Thoma.

"Oh I was wondering where you two were. I thought Y/n would be with Ayato today." She says, Thoma shakes his head at this. Crossing his arms.

"No, My Lord said that my lady has to rest. Is there an important festival coming up that requires Y/n to be rested up?" He asks, pouring Ayaka a cup of water before handing it to.

She hums, drinking it as Thoma looks back at you.

"Y/n, is there a special occasion—" His eyes widened at the sight of you laying on the floor, unconscious and he rushes over.

"Y/n!"

Ayaka watches in horror as Thoma falls to the floor just a couple steps from where you laid, the cup she's holding drops from her hands as she trembles in fear.

"Thoma! Y/n!" She screams as you and Thoma begin to cough up blood.

—

Standing up, wiping your face with your sleeve and opening the door to leave only to see Kazuha standing there, quiet as you two stare at each other.

You give him a tiny smile, he could see how tired you were as you nod your head at him, "tomorrow we'll be meeting with someone, is that alright with you?"

You ask with the softest tone, "yes." He answers.

"I'll get a room ready for you." Gesturing him with a hand, he begins to walk ahead as you close the door shut but you didn't see how he had a chance to see inside.

Yet he doesn't say anything as you lead him to a guest bedroom.

"Who do you have in mind?" He asks once you two reach your destination.

"A detective, I'm sure you know him." You grin at him before saying your goodnights.

—

"Due to the amount of water consumed with the poison, your wife has lost the child." Ayato looks at the doctor with a blank look but she knows that he was very angry and tries to keep himself calm for the sake of appearances.

"I'm sorry, Lord Kamisato." The doctor says, sighing as see looks over at his wife.

"If she and Thoma had drank more of the poison water, I'm afraid....." She didn't even finish her sentence and Ayato knew what she was trying to say.

"Luckily, your sister isn't in harm's way but I'll be giving her medicine for any discomforts she may have."

When the doctor retreated back to her temporarily room given to her monitor the well being of the three who were poisoned.

Stepping out of the room, one of his ninjas appears, kneeling before him and waiting for his orders.

"Find who ever caused this and bring them to me." He states as the ninja nods. "No one is allowed to leave or enter the estate until this is cleared."

"Of course, my Lord."

a/n; let me know if y'all want Ayato's pov during this incident

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asherloki · 4 months

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Christmas and us

Sherlock x reader

Fluff!

Part one, part 3

"Rosie liked it" I said breaking the silence that surrounded Sherlock and myself. It was two in the morning, John went to sleep with his daughter. Her face was priceless seeing those colours that Sherlock and I bought. John, too was pretty happy after receiving the beautiful Parker pen Sherlock and I gave him. 'The army doctor needs a good pen' Sherlock said while buying it. Mrs Hudson was off to sleep too, hope she liked the cup set, I insisted on giving her that. She smiles at everything, you can't quite tell if she's happy or just pretending.

"don't worry" replied Sherlock, "Mrs Hudson adored it" ofcourse he deduced what I was thinking.

"hmm I hope" I answered, stealing a glance at eachother we smiled. Then again we turned at the window looking at the sky.

"it's pretty cold tonight " I said walking towards Sherlock's chair, "come here" gesturing him to come with me I sat on his chair.

"may I have a bit of space here?" he asked with the sweetest smile. Giving him another in return I moved to give him some space to sit.

"comfy enough?" I asked, he sat and wrapped me in his arms and replied,

"very much, but..." there was a but? I looked at him asking,

"but?"

"did you open the present I got you?"

"I haven't opened any of that, wait I'll get it" I got up and took the present he brought for me, "SO EXCITED" I tried to expression my excitement as much as possible.

Little by little I started to unwrap the present "oh g-"

to my surprise it was the most precious gift one can ever give me, "you just did not buy me a freaking pair of diamond earrings" I said, wanting to pinch myself to believe.

"yet here it is" answered Sherlock, "do you like them?"

I was even more surprised by the question, "hold on" I put off my earrings that I was wearing and wore the ones he gave, "Ta-Da, how do I look?"

His eyes sparkled in the almost dark living room, the fireplace lit dimly, the only light that shown brightly was the fairy ones.

"beautiful" he said, as if whispered. I stared at him, feeling at unesse, guilty, fucked up if I dare say so. Remembering how this man spent his hard earned money on me and how I often neglect him. You know I often prioritise my friends, my needs, my wants before this flesh and blood man.

"you okay?" he asked with concern, perhaps my face said how I was feeling.

"Sherlock?" I called, in order to confess.

"yes my dear?" he replied.

"I'm a terrible wife, I would be the worst mother if we have kids, I'm also not a good daughter, I'm also not a good enough friend, I'm everything I said, greedy too perhaps, not of money, but attention, that I neglect you, but I love you Sherlock Holmes, for all the lovers I ever had, you're the only one that loved me back, perhaps more that I deserve".

He stayed silent, maybe it took him some time to process what I just said,

"my love" he replied, "everything you said is a very harsh self criticism, to say the least. That being said, I'm the one who judges whether someone is worthy of my love or not. You are worthy of it, my dear, more than you can imagine. You're not perfect, but no matter how much you feel lack, you're still the most extraordinary person in my eyes."

I knew not what to say, 'the dumb girl and the detective ' was the headline of the paper when he married me, 'the stupid painter' people pointed at me when we walked hand in hand. Yet he never for once felt ashamed of me.

"well" I said changing the atmosphere into a bit cheerful one, "I am the most beautiful person you've ever seen after all".

He too smiled at my comment, "certainly, as I've been saying since day one."

He said it since the week we met,

"you barely liked me" he said, "did you?"

"well" I replied, "yes it took me time, who knew the man I rolled my eyes at seeing for the first time will be the exact same person sitting with me here in this sofa as my bloody husband ".

He laughed, and his laughrer rang in the flat. I let him laugh for some time, he looked happy.

"Sherlock, it's really late, let us go and sleep " I said getting up.

"okay " he said and then stopped, "one minute ".

I looked at him curiously doing something on his phone, "a bit of music doesn't hurt".

He played 'love story' lightly so no one wakes up.

"care to join for a dance?" he offered raising his hand to catch mine. With a soft giggle I held his stretched out hand and we swayed with the rhythm of the song, softly singing to ourselves "it's a love story baby just say 'yes'".

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amypihcs · 7 months

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Hello friends in Doyle! Today's story starts with... Holmes being outed for bad posture™

Watson must've been QUITE put out by stinky chemistry moment and DECIDED to share this with him public. See Holmes, the whole of London now knows that you sit bad. Try and sit DECENTLY (won't say straight because we are not straight at all. expecially not you.)

Well, what to do when doing chemistry?

Why not shocking your husband for a chance?

He's SO mischievous. He wants to play! Confess, Watson, confess!

Note this words. Apparently our good Watson forgot who his Holmes is...

NOW to the explanation. Holmes is enjoying this sooo much

Holmes, why did you inspect the groove between his left forefinger and his thumb? Were you perhaps kissing your Watson's hand?

Masterful explanation! Also, i LOVE the point 5. Watson struggled with hazard games and so on and Holmes helps him with that! The sheer trust and love between them, helping each other with their struggles. I love them.

But now, look for it!

TAAAAC not two mins later!

I swear, Granada Holmes did this part PERFECTLY.

But we DO have a real case! And Holmes passes to his Watson a paper to examine.

And apparently Watson can't make much out of it as well. Oh, this Mr Cubitt is very anxious to know the solution of the problem? Well, time to meet him!

Watson?? Is?? Describing someone?? POLITELY?? He should like this Mr Cubitt! And, i mean, HOW CAN YOU NOT? He's a golden retriever!

And Holmes... be careful to the way you address that paper... because you might find yourself in some days reenacting the figures!

Well, let Mr Cubitt explain now! Why would he ever make much of such prank?

Me? nonono, my wife, i'm so worried for her! -the most in love man of England. Maybe only Watson is at that level.

Please, now, tell us the stor- WATSON!

You do have a hand kink, my dear doctor.

Back to the story. What happened?

Are all these victorians marrying after knowing a person for two weeks? Holmes is not that surprised, his husband wrote that he proposed to (lol) his wife (lmao) like 4 days after they met! But Mr Cubitt REALLY trusts his Elsie. He's just such a sweetheart, so in love with her... I love them so much. Well, they have been sincere and had an agreement! And it was working! Well, until -dun dun duuun- a letter came.

And she was SCARED.

And stayed so! poor girl! And then came the dancing men

And it was a SERIOUS, faint-worthy thing for Elsie Cubitt! Wanna hug her!

I'm so glad that Watson approves of Mr Cubitt! He's really a nice man!

Well, the interview comes to an end

And Sherlock 'I care about the CASE not about the PEOPLE' Holmes is thinking to the 'case' very much. He's worried.

Two weeks later Mr Cubitt pays a second visit and Holmes asks his Watson to stay with him for the interview. Because he needs his support doctor.

Mr Cubitt is worried as hell. He discovered something!

SAW THE MAN WHO WAS DRAWING THEM? Oh damn.

Oh and brought many more messages!

Holmes... HOLMES PLEASE. Where have you put your tact? -sigh-

This is how he saw the man. He didn't see any man, he saw 'a figure' and that figure was doing the drawings.

And Elsie koala-held him out of harm's way, apparently. Mr Cubitt now gives Holmes all the drawings. And a new one, one that appeared on the morning after this fact.

And that took the liberty to try and translate! Because yes! It already appears to be a code!

Mr Cubitt WOULD also have a plan to deal with this guy...

And i can't really find fault in it... but i guess Holmes' right.

Gotta be careful with this stuff.

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jackoshadows · 1 year

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@nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma

I didn’t want to derail or hijack your Dany post, so decided to make a separate post to what I think is an interesting discussion.

As I have mentioned in some of my earlier posts, I find Sansa to be a confusing mess mainly because the character herself does not introspect, does not think, does not connect dots, does not proactively try to figure things out.

Which is why it’s doubly frustrating that the same hypocrites who are critiquing Daenerys and Jon for their leadership will write praises of Sansa’s intelligence and political acumen when she is the least political of her peers and hardly ever engages in critical thinking.

And honestly, there’s only so much that age can be used as an excuse considering these are characters in a fantasy world where a 10 year old has been elected Lord Commander, teenagers rule as Kings and Queens and marry young. Dany and Jon have decided that they want to be leaders and so I judge them based on their actions and, despite their age, they have done a far better job than the likes of Cersei, Jaime, Robert, Ned, Cat etc. IMO.

One of the opinions I very much disagree with is the notion that Ned’s warning to Sansa or what Maester Coleman tells Sansa is vague and not understandable when, for me as reader, they come across as pretty succinct and clear in their intention. There’s also the fact that these warnings do not happen in a vacuum, there is always context for a character to put 2 and 2 together to come up with 4.

Here's Ned telling Sansa that it's dangerous for the Starks in KL

Father’s mouth twitched strangely. “Sansa, I’m not sending you away for fighting, though the gods know I’m sick of you two squabbling. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety. Three of my men were cut down like dogs not a league from where we sit, and what does Robert do? He goes hunting.”

“Sweet one,” her father said gently, “listen to me. When you’re old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who’s worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me.”

“I am looking for a fast trading galley to take you home. These days, the sea is safer than the kingsroad. You will sail as soon as I can find a proper ship, with Septa Mordane and a complement of guards … and yes, with Syrio Forel, if he agrees to enter my service. But say nothing of this. It’s better if no one knows of our plans. We’ll talk again tomorrow.” - Eddard, AGoT

To then add context to everything Ned tells her, Sansa herself is witness to Cersei ordering her beloved pet wolf dead, Joffrey's sadistic mauling of Mycah and knowing what Jaime did to Stark men. It's clear to me that it's not that Sansa did not understand Ned's warning about the Lannisters, it’s that she preferred to ignore it in favor of wanting to stay in KL, marry Joffrey and become queen because she imagined herself to be in love with him. It's ignorant self interest, where she deliberately refuses to see the bigger picture of what is happening around her despite knowing all the facts.

Let us take the SweetRobin situation in book 5. Keep in mind that the Maester here is Westeros' version of a physician. So this is a doctor - an expert in someone’s health - talking to Sansa. Surely Sansa should start with the presumption that this man knows more about a person’s health than either she or Littlefinger does, right? When I go to a doctor, I don’t have to be a medical expert in order to take the doctor’s advice right? And we don’t get any of Sansa’s thoughts on Coleman’s competence as a doctor.

When Jon Snow as Lord Commander implements Jeor Mormont’s defense strategy for rebuilding the Wall it’s because he trusts in Mormont’s experience and knowledge. As much as Jon was opposed to Bowen Marsh’s bigotry, he appreciated Marsh’s skillsets as a steward.

And while Maester Coleman is indeed incompetent and too scared of authority he does care about helping his patients. It’s a sad parallel that Coleman tried to save Jon Arryn in KL (from LF and Lysa’s poisoning ) and failed and now he will fail to save the son as well. Recall that Pycelle was of the opinion that Coleman could have saved Jon Arryn and that’s why he kicked him out of KL

Tyrion tsked at him. “I saw the tears of Lys among your potions. And you sent away Lord Arryn’s own maester and tended him yourself, so you could make certain that he died.”

“A falsehood! Yes,” he whimpered, “yes, Colemon was purging, so I sent him away. The queen needed Lord Arryn dead, she did not say so, could not, Varys was listening, always listening, but when I looked at her I knew. It was not me who gave him the poison, though, I swear it.”

The old man wept. “Varys will tell you, it was the boy, his squire, Hugh he was called, he must surely have done it, ask your sister, ask her” - Tyrion, ACoK

Coming back to Coleman and Sansa, from their conversation it's clear that Sansa ignores the doctor's warnings about SweetRobin's health because she trusts Littlefinger to know better that the politics of their situation is more important than SR's health. It’s a case of Sansa putting LF’s guidance and advice above the Maester’s.

Maester Colemon cares only for the boy, though. Father and I have larger concerns” - Alayne, AFfC

Now there can be an entire separate discussion on why Sansa is doing this given everything she knows about Petyr Baelish so far - Lysa’s confession about Jon Arryn’s death, LF being the last person she knows had Jeyne Poole, his role in the murder of Joffrey and framing Tyrion etc. Given that Sansa never introspects on all this we have to assume she is once again deliberately ignoring the truths right in front of her for whatever reason.

This is also why it’s mind boggling when this fandom takes away Arya’s critical thinking skills to prop Sansa up as the smart Stark. At 9, Arya is able to rightly guess that Cersei would harm Nymeria for what she did to Joffrey and drives her away.

Only she kept following, and finally we had to throw rocks. I hit her twice. She whined and looked at me and I felt so ’shamed, but it was right, wasn’t it? The queen would have killed her.” - Arya, AGoT

When Jaqen has Weese mauled by his dog, Arya is able to connect the dots and deduct that the supernatural is involved. Again, remember she is only 9/10 here.

She had been avoiding the Lorathi since Weese’s death. Chiswyck had been easy, anyone could push a man off the wallwalk, but Weese had raised that ugly spotted dog from a pup, and only some dark magic could have turned the animal against him. Yoren found Jaqen in a black cell, the same as Rorge and Biter, she remembered. Jaqen did something horrible and Yoren knew, that’s why he kept him in chains. If the Lorathi was a wizard, Rorge and Biter could be demons he called up from some hell, not men at all - Arya, ACoK

So is Sansa gleefully and maliciously having SR poisoned? No. Does Sansa care for SR's wellbeing here? Also no.

I write about how SR is most probably suffering from epileptic seizures in this post and the Maester's solution for this is to keep him as calm as possible. Excitement leads to shaking and seizures, which requires the Maester to dose the child with more SweetSleep, dangerous in the long term. For Sansa however, it is important that SweetRobin show up in front of the lords looking normal - even though the boy has a disabling condition.

So the doctor tells Sansa that to keep SR calm, he would dose him with the less dangerous milk of poppy. Sansa refuses because appearances are more important.

“Good. That is good.” His chain clinked softly as he bobbed his head, atop a ridiculously long and skinny neck. “This descent… my lady, it might be safest if I mixed his lordship some milk of the poppy. Mya Stone could lash him over the back of her most surefooted mule whilst he slumbered.” “The Lord of the Eyrie cannot descend from his mountain tied up like a sack of barleycorn.” Of that Alayne was certain. They dare not let the full extent of Robert’s frailty and cowardice become too widely known, her father had warned her. I wish he were here. He would know what to do. - Alayne, AFfC

No doubt the Maester is scared of LF (And is most probably going to be framed for SR's death by LF), and yet he perseveres to make Sansa understand that it's these feasts/events that's making SR have seizures requiring the sweetsleep.

“Give his lordship a cup of sweetmilk,” she told the maester. “That will stop him from shaking on the journey down.”

“He had a cup not three days past,” Colemon objected.

“And wanted another last night, which you refused him.”

“It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I’ve told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time . . .”

“Time will not matter if his lordship has a shaking fit and falls off the mountain. If my father were here, I know he would tell you to keep Lord Robert calm at all costs.”

I try, my lady, yet his fits grow ever more violent, and his blood is so thin I dare not leech him any more. Sweetsleep… you are certain he was not bleeding from the nose? I must speak to the Lord Protector. This feast… is that wise, I wonder, after the strain of the descent? Lord Robert mislikes strangers, you know that, and there will be drinking, noise… music. Music frightens him”

“Lord Nestor will have no singers at the feast, only flutes and fiddles for the dancing.” What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne… “Just give him a cup of the sweetmilk before we go, and another at the feast, and there should be no trouble.” - Alayne, AFfC

Does the Maester explain the science behind how the drug works to Sansa? No. However, I think he makes it clear enough that the drug stays in the flesh and is dangerous to a person’s health.

And again, we know that Sansa understands what the Maester is telling her regarding the SweetSleep -

“Very well.” They paused at the foot of the stairs. “But this must be the last. For half a year, or longer.”

“You had best take that up with the Lord Protector.” Maester Colemon cares only for the boy, though. Father and I have larger concerns” - Alayne, AFfC

Then at the end of this same chapter, Littlefinger has a monologue where he tells her why they are doing what they are doing.

He turned her hand over and lightly kissed her wrist. “So tell me, sweetling—why is Harry the Heir?”

Her eyes widened. “He is not Lady Waynwood’s heir. He’s Robert’s heir. If Robert were to die . . .”

Petyr arched an eyebrow. “When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn’s bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden’s cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. - Alayne, AFfC

This then leads to the sample TWoW chapter where Sansa as Alayne flirts with Harry the Heir so that they can get married.

So if Sansa expects SweetRobin to live long enough to marry, then why is she seducing Harry for him to offer to marry her when that depends on SweetRobin’s death?!

Which is why the conversation between Robert and Sansa is all sorts of ridiculous because even a sickly little 8 year old SR knows that Harry’s importance in all this depends on his death, Littlefinger has explained to her very clearly that SweetRobin will die and yet Sansa is talking about how his future wife will like his hair?!

If SR is going to live long enough to marry, than why is Sansa trying to marry Harry?

“I hate that Harry,” Sweetrobin said when she was gone. “He calls me cousin, but he’s just waiting for me to die so he can take the Eyrie. He thinks I don’t know, but I do.”

“Your lordship should not believe such nonsense,” Alayne said. “I’m sure Ser Harrold loves you well.” And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter.

“He doesn’t,” Lord Robert insisted. “He wants my father’s castle, that’s all, so he pretends.”

He does have pretty hair. If the gods are good and he lives long enough to wed, his wife will admire his hair, surely. That much she will love about him.- Alayne, TWoW

This is why context is important and the Maester’s conversation does not exist in a vacuum. LF has told Sansa that SR needs to die for their plan to work and WILL die, SweetRobin has told her that Harry is waiting for him to die to get the Vale and the Maester has warned her that giving SR high doses of the drug is dangerous. After all this, how is Sansa going to be surprised by his death? That would be like being surprised when told that 2+2=4.

Six books in and Sansa remains a character who continues to ignore the truths in front of her for selfish reasons. That’s been a consistent character trait for her, from book one to her first chapter in book 6.

So is Sansa actively colluding with LF’s gradual medical poisoning of her little cousin in order for Harry to become the Lord of the Vale? Surely, in the back of her mind she must be aware of what is happening? However, it’s an unpleasant truth, one she does not want to acknowledge and chooses to ignore because it’s more important for her that LF’s plans to get Winterfell for her succeeds.

Does she care for her little cousin’s well being? No. Despite the Maester repeatedly telling her that the drug is dangerous to his health, she thinks the politics are more important.

Remember in Sansa’s very first POV chapter with Arya and Mycah playing at the Trident and Joffrey showcases himself to be a sadistic ass?

Sansa was shrieking, “No, no, stop it, stop it, both of you, you’re spoiling it,” - Sansa I, AGoT

That’s her primary character trait. She is written as a character who does not want the unpleasant truths to spoil her personal narratives of Joffrey being a good person or Arya being responsible for Lady’s death or Cersei knowing better than her father or that SweetRobin is going to live long enough to marry a wife who will love his hair.

So we can either read Sansa as someone who is incredibly dense, who despite being presented with all the facts before her, still does not understand SweetRobin’s fate - when even 8 year old SweetRobin knows that Harry is just waiting for him to die. Or we can read her as someone who selfishly ignores the truth in front of her because it’s so unsavory and ‘spoils’ her idea of what she thinks is good and right and moral. In that, she knows that SR has to die and will die and yet keeps pretending that he’s going to be fine.

And both of these interpretations are in stark contrast with how Sansa is generally viewed in this fandom as being the smartest, most intelligent, most compassionate, idealistic ‘embodiment of hope’. She’s none of these things.

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