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cemeteryspider · 2 months

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Ballet on the Bayou Pt. 4

Alastor x Ballerina! Reader

Summary: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story ig...

Trigger Warnings: Violence, grief, mourning, death, and drug use

Word Count: 1156

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"Blah, blah, blah, blah. This is boring stuff. I thought you would have done something interesting by now" Angel practically yelled at the pair.

"I am getting there, Angel Dust, context is important" Alastor said to get Angel to stop talking.

"Yes, Angel the good part is coming, I promise dear" Your finger brushed up against Angel Dust's cheek to get him to look at Alastor again.

"Fine but this better be worth it toots" Alastor's eye twitched and his smile lessened just a little, but the little laugh you let out was enough to make him calm down again.

"Now where was I? Yes!"

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You had recently gotten the plaster off of your foot and you were on a long road to recovery. Your dream had not fully died yet, and you thought of other ways you could reenter the dance world. You could be a choreographer, direct a ballet, or be a stage manager. None of these options felt right for you, so you kept looking.

You often walked with Alastor to his job and went to some stores. Then you would go home to be with his mother for the day. Cook, clean, listen to music, whatever she wanted to do. Then you would go meet Alastor outside the radio station, and walk home together.

Somedays this was just too much to bear, and you would end up in bed with as many pillows stacked under your foot as you could have. Those days Alastor worried, but as time wore on those days were few and far between.

As a few months passed since your injury you thought more about getting a job. Even just a couple days of the week out of the house would do you good. Talking to other people and making friends was something you longed for since you left home.

So you spoke to Alastor about getting a job.

"Why, Cher, I make enough money to support us. Stay home be comfortable"

"Al, I want to dance again, maybe not like I was, but I think I want to teach" Your eyes softened as you looked at him. This was not a spur of the moment decision. When he looked into your eyes, he knew you had been thinking about this for a while.

"Do not push yourself too hard, Cher, I couldn't bear to see you get hurt again" He pulled you close and rested his chin on your head.

The next day you went to the nearest dance studio and asked if they would let you teach a class.

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Soon enough you were teaching children how to dance. It gave you hope for the future, however, after one long day at the studio you came into an empty house. No smell of dinner, and Alastor on the couch with his head in his hands.

As you got closer you could hear the silent sobs coming from him.

"She's gone, mon cherie, she's gone"

He never gave you the full details but you knew for the past few weeks she had been extremely ill. Everyday you left for work, you would ask her if she needed you to stay. She always smiled and told you to go.

The next few months were ones of extreme mourning. Alastor dragged himself out of bed for work, used all his energy there, and then came home to collapse in bed.

Although you might say that you weren't helpful, Alastor called you the light in his darkest days.That the one good thing that happened in his life, saved him. You saved him.

Unfortunately, the killing that had miraculously stopped a year prior had mysteriously started again. This put you on edge, but as more time went on and more people went missing, Alastor got better. Although to you it was coincidence it was in fact correlation.

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"Wait, how did you not know he was a murderer?" Angel Dust interrupted Alastor once more, and Alastors antlers grew longer for a moment then retracted when he looked at your patient face.

"I only saw what I wanted to see, Angel, to me he was perfect in every way. He still is despite, you know, everything"

"I still don't understand why you're here though? I mean you taught kids to dance, here that makes you practically a saint" Again a small laugh emanated for your lips.

"That's coming, Angel, just listen"

~~~

One day Alastor was waiting for you to come home. He was going to surprise you by going to the new upscale fancy restaurant in town. However, just before he went out to look for you, a police-man knocked on the door.

On your way home a car had struck you. Either you hadn't seen it or you froze, but the car had hit you and you died on impact. Alastor didn't quite believe what he was hearing and collapsed.

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However, you were greeted at the pearly gates. That's where you waited for your love to come and find you. When you looked in the mirror you saw your Odette costume. A beautiful tutu and white pointe shoes. Not only that but a gorgeous pair of white wings had sprouted from your back. Once this would have made your heart swell with happiness. However, you couldn’t enjoy it without Alastor by your side.

After many years you were finally informed of his whereabouts.

He went a little crazy after you died. He killed more and more. He made more mistakes and got even sloppier. Until the fateful day of his death. He died a couple of years after you. Bullet to the head from a hunter that mistook him for a deer.

The day of his death, he was put in Hell. No second thoughts about it. He had killed many, and would kill many more to gain power in Hell. Somehow when he arrived he could feel you weren't there. He knew deep down you didn't deserve to be there rotting in Hell with him.

You argued with the angel council.

"It must be a mistake. He had only ever been good to me, and to his mother. Please, why is he down there"

They had told me what he'd done. What he'd done before he met you, while he knew you, after you had died, and how he had died. In that moment, you forgave him. Not a moment of doubt crossed your mind.

The council was horrified. You were put on trial. They even waited. Try to see if you would change your mind. Come to your senses. See the light again.

You were cast out. You were no longer naive. You were no longer innocent. You were fully aware the man you loved was a monster. Yet you wanted to be with him anyway.

Casting you out was a curse, the worst form of punishment.

To you, it was a miracle. You would get to see him again.

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hellfire--cult · 9 months

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Request:

i’d love a sequel where there’s a bit of a “day in the life” with the new happy family, or maybe like some vignettes of them getting settled in and making their new home their own? i would literally love any more content in this universe but there’s my ideas in the hat! 🤍

Your wish is my command 💚

Hook!Eddie x Fem!Reader

wc 3.5K

Read the main story here. 🌟

Summary: This is what happens after everyone starts living in the home. A recap of everything that's happened until we reach the present.

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You can always send requests for this beautiful couple! My ask is open!

Hooked on You: After Story

Life after was something everyone had to get used to.

The boys had to be given names, full names, and thankfully Nancy who has some contacts in the newspaper industry pulled some strings for your “orphaned” family.

You didn’t give specifics, but told her that you started dating a man who was struggling to keep his family afloat. They had no records since they were living anywhere they could, and he just picked the kids up like strays. He and his best friend took care of the kids, and that it was a coincidence in meeting when you hired a ‘cleaning service’.

But it wasn’t just any name.

When you showed up with a big smile to your face at dinner, while everyone was enjoying themselves with the food, you had grasped in your hands the adoption papers for each boy in the group.

Through tears, and smiles, they had hugged you one by one, appreciating your kindness but overall, calling you a different name.

Mom.

Eddie, whose last name he chose was Munson, was stunned when he asked if they were going to call him Dad and each boy grimaced at that outcome, shaking their heads. After that Eddie had played a game of chase with the children, playing as the big bad bear, with his hands above his head, reaching for the boys.

That was another change.

“So, this is a– what?”

“Prosthetic. It’s not normal to have a hook as a second hand here, and this has motor sensors, so you can basically have another hand!” You had explained to him, and he was stunned at the realization that he could have his left hand back. But sometimes, he discards the prosthetic, and goes back to his hook because he feels complete with it, that’s what he had told you.

Steve, now Steve Harrington, had acquired the second mom title. Whenever you were gone, or busy, or simply tired, he took care of the boys, played with them, and helped them clean the house.

It was summer time, but you knew you will have to enroll the kids into school soon, but you had to teach them basic things, such as the ABC, numbers, some math, a little bit of history and biology, and Eddie and Steve listened intently, giving their own teachings here and there.

You didn’t want your boys to go into middle school without knowing at least the basics, because then everything would be too complex, so thankfully, Robin, who is a teacher, happily comes once a week to give her own teaching to the kids. You found out that Steve and her had developed a strong friendship during the two months you all had been living together.

Another thing they discovered was music.

While the kids loved normal pop songs, except for Mike who had taken a liking to punk music, Steve had loved the 80’s vibe, sticking to it, and then some 90’s, but poor Eddie had not found himself in any of those genres. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was that he might like, but it wasn’t any of that.

You had tried almost everything, latin music, grunge, rock, techno, but he was still not feeling any of those genres. You were in your room when trying everything in his music app on his phone, and you sighed when he, once again, said he didn’t feel anything from it.

“I really don’t know what else to play Eds…” He grabbed his phone, which you had taught everyone in the house how to use and bought one for each of them, and started scrolling.

“There was something about that Rock genre that you showed me… Something is there, but not fully?” You frowned in confusion at his words, and you had to think outside the box. You were showing him things you liked, so maybe, you had to show him things that you wouldn’t normally listen to.

“Hang on…” You grabbed his phone again and searched for a particular playlist. You grabbed his headphones from his night table, and urged him to put them on. He was confused, but did so anyways, and you pressed play onto the playlist.

Eddie’s eyes widened at the sudden strum of a guitar, wild, heavy, powerful, chord after chord. You bit your lip as you stared at his face, and by the smile that was spreading on his cheeks you knew that you hit the jackpot.

He spent an entire day listening to Metallica. Then the next day to Slipknot. Then Guns ‘n Roses. My Chemical Romance. Megadeth. Rammstein.

The man was a metalhead.

After finding their own music, they had to find their own style. The boys almost wore the same things, sometimes jeans, sometimes shorts, sometimes plaid shirts, sometimes stamped shirts, sneakers… Steve had gone for the rich boy vibe, as you called it. He likes polos, dress pants, tight denims, sweaters, maybe a cardigan.

Now Eddie, you were surprised. He liked everything black, ripped, and he loved the sound of chains as an accessory on his hip. When he found out there were shirts of the bands he started to like, he bought a ton of them, some in white, some in black. One thing that stayed authentic of Eddie, was the black bandana, which he sometimes uses on his head still, or he puts it in his back pocket.

But one of your favorite things in the whole day was going into your room, to finally be alone with him. He was always reading a book, and you came to find out that he loved fantasy. It was funny, because he came out of a fairytale himself, but yet he loves those kinds of books. He devoured Tolkien in a week.

He would always put whatever he was reading down to welcome you into bed, embracing you in his arms, gentle kisses that always turned into heated ones because that’s another thing that happened. He couldn’t keep himself from touching you.

And you didn’t want him to. The boys at first made gagging noises whenever he came into the kitchen for breakfast and gave you a morning kiss, lingering there more than it should, but they soon got used to it. Whenever he could, he was wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close, kissing your neck, your face, your shoulder, anywhere he saw skin.

So you had to introduce him to condoms.

He wasn’t a fan of them, but when you remembered you two didn’t use protection in Neverland, he told you to not worry. In Neverland time is completely stopped, as well as your cycle, and that would explain why you didn’t have periods while being there. You were in such a blissful experience that you didn’t even remember about your period.

But in this world, you could get pregnant, and even if you want a kid of your own with Eddie, there was still so much to get used to for him. But still, it didn’t forbid him from touching every single night, wanting to drown himself in you, and you weren’t complaining. He was always up for trying new things, and you both had discovered many together.

You taught Eddie and Steve how to drive, but there wasn’t much for you to teach because as soon as they touched the steering wheel, they immediately got the hang of it, and Eddie even described it as easy as sailing a ship. You couldn’t believe a former pirate said a car feels like a ship. With the prosthetic, driving an automatic is very easy for Eddie.

The kids love the pool, you bought a slide for it and a lot of floaters for them to swim in. You noticed how maternal you had gotten ever since getting the kids into your life, and it wasn’t something you thought of ever having. Now, you want more, for some reason. You always have to shake that thought out of your head because that would end badly.

Another thing you did, not very recommended in the summer, was getting a tattoo. You had tattooed your grandma’s drawing of Neverland. You knew there was a diary of hers, and she sometimes read the story from her own head, and sometimes from there and showed you the drawing. She explained she could see the island at the top of the clouds, while flying with Peter.

So you outlined it and tattooed it on your wrist.

When Eddie saw it, he was immediately interested, knowing about tattoos but the tribe were the only people that knew how to do it. You decided to visit the shop once with him, and he got a hook tattoo on his ankle, to test the waters of the pain. After a week, you couldn’t find him anywhere for three hours, sending you into a panic, only for him to return with six more tattoos on his body, with a wide grin on his face.

“It's summer! One is already bad, you got seven!” You had yelled at him, but he just shrugged and grinned down at you.

“I’ll get even more in winter.”

But summer was ending, as well as the boys started becoming nervous of going to school, which was a private one so they had to use uniforms for it. They complained of course, but you had promised them that the teacher they were having was going to be very patient and that you met the kids' parents of the class already and they all seemed nice and welcoming.

A week before the start of classes, you decided it was time for a last pool party, and so, you invited Nancy, Jonathan and Robin over, where Robin mentioned she had a long distance friend visiting and she had asked if they could come over with their little sister, to which you agreed.

So now, you were cutting the vegetables for the salads in your kitchen, as Jonathan helped Will start the fire outside for the BBQ. For some reason, Jonathan had taken particular liking to one of your kids, but that’s good, because Nancy had found herself teaching Mike how to play some chess, and Dustin was already attached to Eddie like a Piranha.

One of your boys, though, was sitting alone on one of the lawn chairs, looking at nothing in particular, just the ripples of the water happening on the pool. You put down your knife, ready to go talk to Lucas, but the doorbell rings, making your head snap that way.

“Don’t worry, I got it!” Steve yells as he rushes towards the door, opening it, to see Robin, a smile on his face as they hug tightly.

“Hi there Dingus.” She pulled away from the hug to point behind her back. “My friend is unloading something and he’s right here, okay?”

“Yeah sure.” Steve turns his head to guide Robin towards the kitchen and garden where everyone is and she immediately bolts away. He hears a clear of throat and his head turns back around, only for his eyes to land on blue ones, knocking the breath out of his lungs in an instant.

“Hi, um… Hope we’re not intruding, it’s just, I’m with my sister and I couldn’t leave her alone.” The blonde man says, looking at Steve with the same hazed look in his eyes. Steve shook his head to come out of the trance he was in and smiled, putting his hand out for a shake.

“No issue at all! The boys will love her. I’m Steve by the way.” The other man smiles, his white teeth showing off as he presses his hand against Steve’s, electricity immediately coursing through their bodies.

“I’m Billy.”

“Are you going to keep flirting or…” A soft voice says from behind him, making Billy let go of Steve’s hand with a groan, a blush appearing on his cheeks as he makes way for the redheaded girl to come forward. “I’m Max.”

“Oh hi–” Steve felt the presence of someone else next to him, and he turned his head to see Lucas, staring at the girl with a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Hi… I’m Lucas.” Max’s lips tugged slightly up at the sight of the boy, her skateboard in hand. “What's that?” He pointed at it and she smiled widely, walking inside the house, grabbing onto his hand to guide him outside where everyone was.

“I’ll teach you!” Steve could hear her yell as he let Billy in. He closes the door only to see Billy looking all over the house with a confused frown on his face.

“This is big… You all live here?” He asks and Steve stands next to him, nodding as he looks around as well.

“Yep. We are grateful to her, you know. We would have…” He suddenly heard some footsteps coming over and Steve turned his head to see Eddie reaching them, with a piece of bread in his hand, his other one reaching out to shake Billy’s.

“I’m Eddie.” He greets and Billy looks down at the prosthetic hand, shaking it carefully with him, and when Eddie lets go, the blonde man’s curiosity got the best of him.

“I’m Billy– Um… how did that happen?” He asks, pointing at the hand. Eddie looks down at it and then back at Billy.

“Crocodile bit it off.” He shrugs and walks towards the kitchen once again as Billy stands there completely stunned. Steve’s eyes were bulging out of his skull almost, and he was trying to come up with another excuse because that sounded way too unreal and he didn’t want Billy to think Eddie was messing with him.

“Fucking sick.” Billy says with a smile and he looks back down towards Steve. The brown haired man lets out a sigh of relief and then nods.

“Gruesome, but yeah, sick.” Billy just stands there looking at Steve, his mind completely drifting away and Steve could even sense that, as the blonde’s eyes were just gazing into his, and that was making Steve’s heart accelerate rapidly. “W-What’s wrong?” That made Billy snap out but his face was still the same, still staring as if his eyes were not to be trusted.

“I-I don’t know, you just seem… like you came out of a fairytale or something.” Steve couldn’t help the big smile and blush that spread on his cheeks, while Billy realized what he had just said, embarrassment filling him from head to toe, stammering on his words to try to save it but Steve was just laughing, enjoying the man’s company and voice.

You were sneaking glances through the kitchen door, a smile on your face as you bit your bottom lip. Everyone has someone in your family, your big family, and that fills you with joy. You felt an arm creep from behind you, pulling you close to a warm body. You giggle as his face immediately snuzzled in the crook of your neck, causing your skin to grow goosebumps from it.

“Eddie–”

“Don’t spy on them. Let my second in command flirt in peace.” He says in your ear and you turn around to face him, smiling widely up at him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“I’m just so happy… Everyday just feels like a dream.” You say to him, and he gives you a nod, a gentle smile spreading on his lips as he leans down to kiss your cheek, then the tip of your nose, expressing his love for you.

“I will never regret the day I thought you were Wendy and kidnapped you.”

“I should sue.” He fake gasps while shaking his head at you.

“Now, you’ve hurt me Angel.” Your eyes looked to your side, seeing everyone playing with each other through the window pane you had, and your eyes filled with tears at the sight of it all. Nothing could make it better. Nothing at all… Except.

You felt Eddie grip your side, giving it a soft press to catch your attention again. You looked at him and his eyes were nervous, full of doubt yet with determination.

“Eds? What's wrong?”

“I know… The kids don’t call me dad… But–” He licked his lips while swallowing a big lump down his throat and your heart was almost out of your chest and you could hear its beating on your ears. He gives you a big grin as a tear already rolls down your cheek.

He grabs your hand and walks out of the kitchen to take you upstairs and into your grandmother’s room. He then opens the balcony’s door and steps out with you, the breeze already hitting you and the sun beaming down at your body.

“Close your eyes Angel.” He whispers in your ear as he lets go of your hand. Your breathing became heavy as you did as told, and you raised your head up, towards where the second star to the right is. You always wished on it, wished that it wouldn’t take your love away, that it wouldn’t take your children away, wished that everything was real and not a dream.

“Eddie–”

“Open them and turn around.” You did as told, turning to see Eddie on one knee, a box on his hand as his elbow rested on his knee. Your heart got caught in your throat as you looked at the diamond in the box, covering your mouth with both of your hands as tears started spilling out uncontrollably from your eyes.

“What…?”

“I want to be their dad. I want to be with you, forever, for as long as you’ll have me, or for as long as we live. You’re it for me Angel, you have been it for me from the moment you decided to fly towards me, towards the ship, instead of here.” He choked up on a sob and then took a deep breath to keep going. “I know it’s soon, but I can’t imagine my life with anyone else. In my eyes, into my future, you’re always there. You will always be there.”

You dropped to your knees, as happiness flourished in your chest, smiling through your tears as you put your left hand up, putting it on display for him. You looked up at his big doe eyes, a tear slipping out of his left one as he looked down at you as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.

And you were.

“I’m ready to be Mrs. Hook.”

And when our journey is through, each time we say "Goodnight", we'll thank the little star that shines, the second from the right.

A/N: Remember you can still send requests for these two! I plan on making more little one shots for them, but this one is good so you can all know what happened after the return 🥰

Hope you enjoyed this magical little thing!

Song at the bottom is Second Star to the Right from the original 1953 Peter Pan soundtrack.

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Bella meets cullen reader

You were sat in the corner of the kitchen while your family fussed over a meal. They were all nervous for how this meeting was going to turn out. The girl Edward was bringing seemed to be of great interest to him and the family knew better than to try and take away a love interest from him after he closed himself off from humanity for years. Lucky him, he got the option to isolate himself while you were stuck isolated.

Carlisle had given you a firm warning that you were not to act out during this dinner and for once, you knew you had to obey. You didn’t know this girl and you didn’t want her killed.

You weren’t the only one unhappy with this meeting. Rosalie had spent most of the morning fussing over you and telling you to stay by her at all times, she had a disgusted look on her face whenever someone brought up Bella.

Your head swung up when you heard a car door slam, they were here. You straightened yourself up and went to Rosalie who held your hand gently and stayed slightly in front of her. This time you’ll accept the affection and protection.

The door opened and your father went to greet them first while esme motioned for Rosalie to grab the salad, she hesitantly let go of your hand and went to grab it while you got a look at Bella.

She was a very pretty girl, if she was born in your time many men would have asked her father for her hand. She was timid though. You understood since it must be intimidating to walk into a house filled with monsters.

The family greeted Bella politely and when it came to your turn Carlisle put his hand on your back as a small warning.

“And this is (y/n)” Edward introduced and Bella held out her hand which you took and shook, she flinched at your cold skin and it served as a reminder for when you met Carlisle and reacted the same

The difference being that this girl knows what you were, you didn’t.

“Hi” you say with a polite smile as you try to go back to your place but Bella speaks suddenly

“I uh… like your necklace” Bella says as she tries to reach for it and you let her “where did you get it-“

Bella is cut off by the sound of glass smashing as Rosalie breaks the glass salad bowl and rushes to you. She grabs you by the shoulders and hisses at Bella while bearing her fangs. Bella backs away and behind Edward, who was now hissing at Rosalie.

“You’ll have to forgive Rosalie” Carlisle says as he drags her back and stops the stare down between the two of his children “she’s just protective of (y/n)”

“It’s fine” Bella reassured but we could all hear her heart thumping in her chest

“Sorry” is all you say as you go with Rosalie to help clean up all while she glared as bella.

The two lovers leave and Carlisle scolds Rosalie while your looking out to the outside the window. You look to esme and she just smiles at you while your longing becomes more apparent.

“Can I go on the balcony?” You ask hopefully and Carlisle looks at you doubtfully “alice will see if I run away, I just want to be outside for a bit”

Carlisle gives into your defeated attitude and gives you a small nod and you go to walk up the stairs.

Once you reach the balcony you stand and smell the air. The smell of grass and the sound of leaves rustling invade your senses. You relax at the feeling of the wind hitting your face.

Before you were turned your brothers used to take you to play outside a lot. They would play make believe with you and you would always play the princess who sent her loyal knights off on quests.

The sound of the wind also brings back the memories of your betrothed, victor. The two of you met three times without your parents knowing before your betrothal was announced, always in the garden at noon. You didn’t love each other but you were friends. Who knows, maybe if you were allowed to marry you could have grown to love victor.

You missed your human life.

The sound of the door opening breaks you from your thoughts. You turn to see Bella with an embarrassed expression as she looks around.

“Sorry” she apologises “I thought that Edward was out here”

“It’s fine” you reassured quietly “I was just enjoying the wind”

“Sorry to disturb” she mumbles out apologetically

“You could wait here if you want, until Edward finds you” you shock yourself at the offer, you were never a social one nowadays. Maybe you just craved someone to talk to

“Oh sure” she says as she walks over to you and stands next to you while you stare into the trees and listen for birds

You hear a small Robin in the trees and seek its comfort as you will it to come closer. It flys and lands on the balcony fence and tweets sweetly while you smile

“Edward told me you could control animals” Bella looks at you with curiosity “can you talk to them as well”

“I can’t understand them precisely” you explain while stroking the robins head gently “if I want to communicate with them I ask them questions and I get a sense of their feelings, so I understand them but I can’t talk to them”

“That’s awesome” Bella says with awe as she moves closer to you “you must love your gift”

“I enjoy some of it, I like being able to calm animals and listen to them but I don’t like controlling them too much if it causes them distress” you explain calmly while letting the bird leave you hand and fly back to the trees.

“What else can you do?” Bella asked like a curious child

“I can cry unlike my family because my eyes are slightly animal like, a deer because of the wideness of them” you say as you lean closer to show your eyes “they can no longer produce tears because tears are made to protect eyes and vampire eyes don’t need the protection, but my eyes are more deer like than vampire in their structure so I can produce tears”

“I didn’t know becoming a vampire could cause mutation” Bella says aloud and you wince at the word ‘mutation’ which she notices “i didn’t mean it like that I promise”

“It’s fine” you reassure “it can cause slight changes to facial and body features but nothing too major, it only comes with gifts and some vampires don’t even own them so you’ll be safe”

She stays quiet at the mention of her turning and you notice a far away expression on her face.

“If you don’t want to turn, you should tell him now” you say quietly while making eye contact with Bella

“It’s not that I don’t want to turn, I’m just scared that’s all” Bella stutters out defensively and you just let out a sigh

“Be glad you have a choice” you say sadly while looking back at the trees “most of us didn’t”

“How were you turned” Bella asks with a hand on your shoulder to comfort

Your about to answer when the door opens again and Edward appears. You immediately straighten up and control your thoughts as best you can.

“I wonder where you got to” Edward says to Bella before looking at you with a suspicious expression “what are you two chatting about”

“She was just explaining her gift to me” Bella says and you thank god that Edward can’t read her thoughts “it’s really cool”

“Well it’s nice to see you two getting along” Edward gives you a grateful smile before turning to Bella “are you ready to go?”

“Yeah” Bella answers and goes to leave before turning to you one more time “it was nice talking to you”

You simply nod and look back at the woods until you hear the door close. You felt fear in your heart. Hopefully she doesn’t tell Edward what you’d said or you’d be in a world of trouble.

You reflect on the conversation as the tears that you previously explained ran down your cheeks. You missed being human so much and you’d handed that girl to Edward. You hoped that she changed her mind

But if she didn’t maybe you’d have an ally in the house after all?

You knew that wasn’t true, you knew she would join the others eventually, and you’d be stuck with another sibling and another captor

You hear someone clear their throat and turn to see Carlisle waiting by the door. He gives a gently smile and nods to the door as a sign for you to go inside

The warden is here to escort the prisoner back to her cell.

Hope you enjoyed :)

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dontyouworrydaddy · 7 months

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Hiii

Can I request a fic with Task Force 141 (+König) where when they come home to their families and kids. When it’s night time they have a strict night time safety routine where they lock windows , doors, etc .

Then that’s done the guys go into full domestic mode wether it’s helping out cleaning or reading a bed time story 🥹

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! Reader

Awwwwww🥺🥺🥺 I totally love this idea and this is gonna be so cute to write😩😩 AHHHH THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR ASK I HOPE YOU LOVE IT💘💘💘

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König

As the evening settled in, you began the nightly routine you had all grown accustomed to. The windows were locked, the doors too, and every corner of the house checked for any potential dangers. Your children, a boy and a girl, took their responsibilities seriously, mimicking their father and trying to act as tough as him.

Finally, with the house secured, you gathered in the living room. It was a routine born out of love.

Minutes turned into hours, and just as the children began to yawn and rub their sleepy eyes, the front door creaked open, and König stepped inside. He was still clothed in his uniform, a sign that today was rough. But the moment he set foot in the house, his shoulders seemed to relax, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

"Daddy!" your son exclaimed, rushing to greet him, his small arms wrapping around König's legs.

König's eyes softened as he bent down to scoop his son into a bear hug. "Hey there, kleiner. Did you take good care of Mommy and your sister?"

"Yep!" the boy replied proudly.

Your daughter, not one to be outdone, toddled over with a giggle, her tiny hands reaching out for her father's embrace. König lifted her up, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"That's my girl" he said, his voice filled with affection.

After reuniting with his family, König didn't waste a moment. It was time for the nightly ritual to continue. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were preparing a simple dinner. His strong arms wrapped up around your waist as you were still preparing him dinner.

"Did you have a tough day?" you asked, concerned for the weariness in his eyes.

König nodded, but his smile remained. "Every day is tough out there, but knowing I'm coming home to you and the kids makes it all worth it."

After dinner, you all gathered in the children's room for bedtime. König took his turn, reading a fairytale with gestures that had the kids laughing and clapping in delight. Once the story was over, he tucked them in with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.

As you lay beside your children, watching them drift off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the man who had chosen to build a life with you.

And so, with your children safely asleep, you turned to König, who had stayed beside you. He took your hand, his gaze filled with love and warmth.

"You know, I'm the luckiest man in the world," he whispered.

You smiled, tears of happiness in your eyes. "And I‘m the luckiest woman in this world."

Simon Riley

As the sun disappeared from the sky, Simon arrived home. Your children rushed into his arms with excitement cries of "Daddy!" Their hugs were filled with laughter and excitement as they jump into his arms.

After dinner, it was time for the nightly routine. Checking for the doors and windows before going upstairs and preparing for bed. Simon gladly helped them brush their teeth and do every little thing with them because he missed his little kids way too much while he was deployed.

With the safety measures in place and clothes changed into Pyjamas, Simon and the kids transitioned into full domestic mode, something that never failed to make you smile. Your husband was a tough soldier, but when he was home, he was a loving father and partner.

"Alright, kiddos, who wants to help me with the dishes?" Simon asked, rolling up his sleeves with a grin.

Tiny hands shot up into the air, eager to assist. You watched as they wore aprons and stood on stools to reach the sink, their laughter filling the kitchen as they scrubbed dishes under Simon's watchful eye.

Once the kitchen was sparkling clean, it was time for bedtime. The kids' eyes sparkled with excitement as they gathered around Simon, each one clutching a book.

"Daddy, can you read us a story tonight?" your daughter asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart" Simon replied, his voice gentle as he settled onto the couch with the kids on either side of him. He began to read their favorite story, using different voices for each character to make it more entertaining.

You watched the scene unfold with a warm heart, feeling grateful for the love and security Simon brought into your lives. As the story came to an end, your son yawned, and your daughter nestled closer to Simon.

"Alright, little ones" Simon said softly, "time for bed."

He carried them to their respective rooms, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads, whispering sweet dreams. Then, he returned to you in the living room, a tired but contented smile on his face.

You met him with a grateful embrace. "Thank you for being such an amazing husband, soldier and father, Simon."

He held you close, his love for you evident in every touch. "I'll always do whatever it takes to keep you and our family safe and happy, no matter what, love."

John MacTavish

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the neighborhood where you and John lived with your two children. It had been a long day, one filled with laughter and mischief as you watched your kids play in the backyard, but now it was time for the evening routine.

As dusk settled in, you gathered the kids inside, your youngest one clinging to your leg while the older child, a little girl, eagerly helped with the nightly ritual. John had just returned home, his broad frame filling the doorway as he shed his gear.

"Alright, you two," he said in his unmistakable Scottish accent, "time to get everything locked up tight." His voice held a reassuring authority, something that made the kids feel safe.

You nodded, and as a team, the four of you began the night's safety routine. Windows were closed and locked, curtains drawn, doors bolted. John insisted on double-checking every lock, even though you knew he had already done so. It was his way of making sure his family was safe.

Once everything was secure, John shifted into full domestic mode. He washed up, changed out of his uniform, and joined you in the kitchen, where you were already preparing dinner. The children were a whirlwind of excitement, eager to have their father back home.

As you set the table, John leaned over and whispered, "How's everything been today, love?"

You smiled, the love for your family evident in your eyes. "They've been angels, as always. We missed you, though."

He kissed your cheek, the roughness of his beard tickling your skin. "I missed you too."

Dinner was a boisterous affair, filled with laughter and stories from the kids about their day. John, the stern soldier on the battlefield, transformed into a doting father at the dinner table, playing along with their games and entertaining their curious questions.

After dinner, it was time for the second part of the routine – bedtime. The kids hurried to brush their teeth, while John helped with baths. Then, in their pajamas, they snuggled up in bed, waiting for the highlight of their night – storytime with Dad.

John had a knack for storytelling, his rich voice carrying the tales to life. He could make the simplest story sound like an epic adventure. The kids hung on his every word, their eyes wide with wonder.

Once the stories were done, John tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and whispered sweet dreams. The children drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces, secure in the knowledge that their father was home and would protect them no matter what.

As you and John retreated to your own room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Your family may not have been traditional, with John's demanding profession, but the love that bound you all together was unbreakable.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what challenges the world threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

John Price

It had been a long day for John, filled with meetings, paperwork, and the ever-looming threat of global conflict. But now, as he pulled into the driveway, he knew he was entering a different battlefield - the one he cherished most, his home.

As he stepped inside, the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet greeted him. You, his loving partner, were sitting on the living room floor, helping the kids build a fortress with their toys. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and you flashed a warm smile. "Daddy's home!"

The twins, squealed in delight, abandoning their toy castle to rush into their father's arms. Price knelt down, engulfing them in a hug. "Hey there, my little soldiers. Did you have a good day?"

"Mommy helped us build the biggest castle ever!" your son exclaimed.

Your daughter chimed in "Yeah, and we're going to defend it! Like you!"

Price chuckled, ruffling their hair. "That's the spirit. But first, we've got some important work to do."

As the evening wore on, it was time for the nightly safety routine. The family gathered, ensuring that every window was securely locked, every door bolted shut. Price watched with a sense of pride as you taught the kids about safety, making sure they understood the importance of these precautions.

With the house secure, you all settled into the living room, a cozy atmosphere enveloping the space. Price was in his element now, taking off his tactical mindset and stepping into full domestic mode. He helped you set the table for dinner, and the kids chatted animatedly about their day at school.

After the meal, it was bath time for the twins. Price took charge, his strong but gentle hands carefully washing away the day's adventures. The kids giggled as he made funny faces, and they emerged from the bathroom smelling like lavender and wearing toothy smiles.

Then came the highlight of the evening - storytime. Price settled into the rocking chair, a book in his hand, while you sat on the floor with the twins in your lap. Tonight's choice was a classic fairy tale, and as he read aloud, Price's voice filled the room, bringing the characters to life.

"Once upon a time," he began, "in a land far, far away..."

The kids listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder. Price's storytelling was always a treat, filled with dramatic pauses and character voices. As the story concluded with a happy ending, he closed the book and tucked them into their beds, giving each one a goodnight kiss.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Price with a soft, affectionate smile. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt. "They're growing up so fast," he murmured.

You nodded, your heart full. "But they have the best father in the world."

Price leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "And I have the most amazing wife. I don't know how I got so lucky."

Kyle Garrick

The sun was lowering itself as Kyle's car pulled into the driveway. He had spent a long day at the base, training new recruits and dealing with the usual paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight. But now, he was home, and the weariness of the day melted away as he walked up to the front door.

You were waiting for him inside, along with your two energetic kids. As soon as he entered, they both rushed to greet him, their little faces lighting up with pure joy.

"Daddy's home!" your son exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Kyle crouched down, opening his arms wide, and the kids practically tackled him with hugs. Laughter filled the room as he swung them around, their giggles echoing through the house.

Once the initial excitement had settled, it was time for the nightly routine. Kyle and you were strict about security, especially with kids in the house. You all worked together to lock windows, double-check doors, and make sure everything was secure for the night.

After the safety routine was complete, the family transitioned into full domestic mode. Kyle, despite his tough exterior as a soldier, was a softie when it came to his family. He happily helped with cleaning up the dinner dishes, and he even got down on the floor to play with the kids, building intricate Lego structures that seemed to defy gravity.

As bedtime approached, the kids eagerly chose their favorite books, and the four of you gathered in the kids room. Kyle took a seat on the edge of your son's bed, while you settled on your daughter's bed with her. The room was filled with the warmth of anticipation and love.

"What story do you want tonight?" Kyle asked, his eyes shining with parental love.

"I want the one about the brave knight who saved the dragon" your son said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Kyle nodded and began to spin a tale about a courageous knight who befriended a misunderstood dragon, all while battling evil sorcerers and embarking on daring adventures.

Meanwhile, you read a story about a curious little explorer who traveled to far-off lands, meeting magical creatures and learning important life lessons.

As the stories unfolded, the kids' eyelids grew heavy, and their breathing became slow. By the time the stories came to an end, both kids were fast asleep, their dreams filled with knights and dragons, and explorers and magical creatures.

Kyle leaned over and pressed a soft kiss onyour son's forehead before doing the same for your daughter. You followed suit, and together, you tucked them in, making sure they were snug and comfortable.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, and as you all tiptoed out of the room, Kyle turned to you with a smile. "I love our family," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your heart that only grew stronger with each passing day. "We're lucky to have you, my love."

#call of duty #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #cod #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price

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bloodyymaryyy · 27 days

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader and their children? They went for a walk around the paddock to help James relax after the races. Just spending time together as a family. They encounter other drivers and tp's along the way. You decide how it goes. Thanks!!! :))

Destressing

James Vowels x reader

Side note : holy shit this is the first in a while request that I got so thank you anon! N e way I cut my thumb so it is gonna be hard to write with only one thumb let's hope it's actually good and without mistakes! I am also working on pt3 of gossip girl xoxo but my Tumblr is fucked and thete is nothing I can so, I can't fucking see my posts or liked or the messages that I sent or get sent from anyone and my drafts are publishing themselves somehow so bear that in mind!!! @support @staff help

From the start of this sillys season James was stress running around with the car being not even mediocre it's not an ideal situation. Not at all and having to balance it out with his wife who has been his rock throughout everything from the moment he bought Williams u till not but also having her own demanding job an two young kids both boys ages of the older Tyler thirteen and the other eleven josh.

Having two boys might be easier to handle sometimes than girls it's no helping really but they make it happen. More so their mother y/n because James is out of the country every other day. Having to take them to their activities football for josh and basketball for Tyler then help them do their homework and take them to their friends houses in between her own work and make dinner, clean the house and shop for the next week of groceries, she finds a bit comfort shopping where she can relax and shop in her own pace and or when everyone is not home or in the weekend when she gets to hang out with her own friends.

Finding an open week to join her husband and go to the race Friday when the kids finish with school y/n took them to their house ta pack for a week they took of Friday evening and head to the next GP where they surprised James.

Spending time with him in his spare time or out exploring the city with her boys where they were happy to see another country other than Britain where they live and their mothers mother land ( it can be your country or if you are British then choose). Where they go every two summers.

On Saturday when it's a bit more calm for James you go around the track all together finding other team principals or various drivers with there own team colours and logos but regardless having a conversation with anyone who had the time or even a few camera crews where their are film them having wholesome moments.

Taking about different things like school, sports, shopping, vacation and generally talking about everything, catching up to one other and eating and drinking smoothies from the hospitality, just having fun discussing things for the future when its time to hot to the hotel they go and sleep for the next day full of events and activities

#james vowels x reader #james vowels #James Vowels x you #James Vowels fanfics #x reader #f1 x reader #drive to survive x reader #marriswriting #my writing #bloodyymaryyy #tumblr what the fuck #writers on tumblr #tumblr what is going on #tumblr what are you doing

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the-farmhouse-vixen · 2 years

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My Life as the Perfect Wife

I was raised on a farm, learning from my mother and grandmother how to cook, bake, garden, clean, sew, sing, dance, play the piano, write in beautiful cursive, decorate a home, care for a man, raise children, dress in a modest but always stylish and attractive way, with delicately feminine lingerie always underneath my dress, grow my hair long, down to my waist, and wear it swept up in a bun or in a thick, heavy braid, never leave the house without heels and lipstick and a handbag, and keep my figure fit and sensuously supple (as full breasts, slim waists, wide, child-bearing hips, and big round butts run in the family).

I met my husband, my master, my life, my love, when I was nineteen years old. I left school to marry him, after a heady year of courtship, and became his virgin bride. He bought us a lovely little farmhouse in the PNW, and ever since he carried me across the threshold, I've never wanted to be anywhere else. I keep the house immaculate for him, and wait by the door with his favorite drink on a little tray for when he comes home. I'm always wearing a beautiful dress, my hair beautifully styled, with a little bit of makeup (as he loves my full lips to be a lusciously dark shade of red). In the air, there's the smell of a delicious dinner done and ready to serve in the dining room, but only after he's had a chance to rest a little bit in his favorite chair, enjoying his drink and, often enough, enjoying me.

Of course, I got pregnant almost immediately after our idyllic wedding. And I've so loved every moment of my pregnancies, the way my fertile body blossoms into true womanhood, my breasts growing fuller, my hips wider, my butt bigger and rounder. Other than being a very fertile wife to my ever virile husband, there's been nothing more fulfilling to me than being a mother. For the first decade of our marriage I was almost always pregnant, although I never let it keep me from my wifely duties around the house and to my husband. The children, five in all, three rambunctious boys and two sweet girls, were raised with great love and care, but always my responsibility and never, save for doling out the occasional punishment, something that burdened, distracted, or dazed my husband.

He wakes each morning, often by my lips around his hot, hard manhood, to find I'd already been up and set out his clothes, cleaned and pressed, and prepared a deliciously nutritious breakfast. Sometimes, if we're alone in the kitchen, he approaches me from behind, as I wash the dishes, grasping my hips, pushing himself lustfully against my shapely bottom, his mere touch enough to make my body quiver in pleasure, and then he takes me right there, so hard and intensely passionate, my skirt pulled up over my hips, my body bent over the sink, my breasts heaving with each thrust, my hair slipping from its well-kept bun and falling about my face and shoulders. Afterward I walk stiff and slightly dazed upstairs to change my panties, his always copious seed leaking out of me and running along the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

Each night I wait for him in our bedroom, my body wrapped in daring lingerie or one of my many gorgeous nighties, nightgowns, peignoirs, chemises, negligees, teddies, basques, or babydolls. Oh, that wicked glint in his eyes, when he enters our bedroom, his usually proper, elegant, and generally modest wife now looking so brazenly sexual, so wantonly aroused, so ready to be claimed and taken however he so chooses, as is his right.

I simply love his every touch, his scent, his strength, and that ineluctable feeling of his manhood so deep inside me, throbbing, pulsing, ready to seed my ripe, fertile womb. Even as we grow older, there's not a day that doesn't end without such bliss.

He is my husband, my man, my everything. And I am his perfect wife.

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shamera · 6 months

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An Oar Upon the Water (MLC ficlet)

Fandom: Mysterious Lotus Casebook Character/Pairing(s): Di Feisheng / Li Lianhua / Fang Duobing Rating: PG Warning: none? fluff! DreamWidth link

"There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water." -Kate Chopin

Despite his reputation, Li Lianhua didn’t always work as a physician for money.

Of course he didn’t, not when he saw sick children lining the streets or parents offering what little they had if only someone would help— and he could help. Perhaps it was unwise to use his Yangzhouman in those cases, but he once tried to make the world a better place and it turned out to be a habit hard to break.

For the poorer families, he often got cases of vegetables (he would accept seeds for payment as well) or whatever homemade kits of items they could afford to give away. Once, a young girl gifted him with a tiny wood carving for helping her injured brother.

“It’s my favourite,” she lisped in a mock-whisper, holding it up for him with both hands. She was missing at least two of her front teeth, and had her hair barely contained in a childish bun on the side of her head. “Brother made it for me.”

Li Lianhua had knelt before her to keep her at eye level, a little tired but not overly so from his session. “You should keep it, then. It must be worth more than anything in the world.”

She brightened at his acknowledgement, all but thrusting the little wood piece at his chest. “It is! But you have it, okay? Brother can make a new one for me now.”

And thus Li Lianhua ended up with various knick-knacks in Lotus Tower that he just couldn’t bear to throw away.

—

After the cumulation of everything, Li Lianhua returned to Lotus Tower filled with trepidation. With nothing else to do (he had practically been ordered under house arrest! He was rarely left alone, and even when he was, Hulijing barked loudly every time he walked outside the door!), he found himself organising boxes and drawers in an attempt to keep busy.

By the time Fang Duobing came back, slouching a little from exhaustion from dealing with angry officials who could hardly believe the results (and arrests) from a case, he found Li Lianhua in the middle of a chaotic mess on the ground, piles of random trinkets thrown atop the table and chairs and floor.

“What are you doing?” The younger man asked, mentally despairing at the idea of cleaning all that up in order to make room for dinner. He crept close, toeing the mess warily.

It was Hulijing, sprawled across Li Lianhua’s lap for a nap, who twitched an ear and acknowledged Fang Duobing’s presence first, opening a single eye and then huffing a breath before going back to her nap.

Li Lianhua, on the other hand, took a long moment before he looked up from his inventory, ink dotting the edge of his sleeves as he examined several wooden objects before picking up the wet brush that was resting a little too close to his clothes and writing something down on paper. He looked up only after he was finished.

“Xiaobao,” he acknowledged warmly. “How did it go?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Fang Duobing replied, raising his chin proudly. He leaned over a large stack of books on the table. “What are you doing?”

“Organising.” Li Lianhua responded absentmindedly, and then paused. He gestured Fang Duobing forward with a hand. “Come here.”

It took him a moment to carefully step over the mess, and then lean down as Li Lianhua gestured him closer again, waiting as the man took one of the small wooden pieces and pressed it against the nearly empty plate of ink set on the side of the floor. Then Li Lianhua grabbed him by the hand and pressed the wooden bit against his skin.

“Good job on the last case.” Li Lianhua told him, and then lifted the wooden piece, making a pleased noise at what it revealed.

Fang Duobing lifted his hand, at first bothered by the ink stain and then amused as he saw the six petal flower impression left on his skin. “Thanks. What’s this?”

“I couldn’t figure out the shape of it.” Li Lianhua told him, setting the wooden stamp back down on the ground.

Fang Duobing gave only a moment’s dubious glance at the paper next to Li Lianhua, and then decided to ignore the small lie. He was coming to realise how Li Lianhua would speak, truth and lies mixed together in the grand scheme of things at all times, and this was one of those moments where he was deflecting with a small lie, one that was far too easy to pick out. It had taken him months originally to realise: Li Lianhua was actually a pretty bad liar.

“Is that a seal?” Fang Duobing asked, lifting his hand to better examine the shape. The petals were roughly carved, and the ink was slightly blotchy, bleeding a bit onto his skin already. It was cute, the size no bigger than a fingernail. “Did you make it?”

Li Lianhua shook his head absentmindedly. “Given to me, I think.”

Fang Duobing made a considering noise, and thought about Li Lianhua pressing the stamp against his skin to tell him he did a good job. “I’ll get you a better one. Something lotus-shaped. And cinnabar ink.”

“What use would I have for that?” Li Lianhua asked. He was already examining something else in the pile next to him, head turned away. “I have no official documents to sign.”

Fang Duobing gave a considering hum as he examined the flower on his hand, and smiled. “I’ll get you one, anyway.”

—

Wuyan paused in his daily report as Di Feisheng turned his head slightly to read the document next to him with the same apparent disinterest as usual.

“Ahh.” He blinked as his leader’s gaze turned toward him at the uncharacteristic hesitation. “Apologies, Director. You have, ahh—”

Di Feisheng was dressed impeccably as always, deep violet robes underneath a thick patterned black overrobe held tightly together by black leather wrist guards and belt, both sewn with silver edging. Everything was put together well, perfectly groomed, and his hair was in its familiar crown, yet—

Wuyan pointed to his own cheek and said, “You seem to have something here.”

The ‘something’ was barely more than a smudge of ink, but one that formed the shape of a six petaled flower, only the slightest bit smeared.

Surprisingly, the Jinyuan Alliance leader smiled slightly. “Yes.”

Wuyan cleared his throat, and decided not to comment on it further. Considering Di Feisheng had come back for the reports directly from Lotus Tower, very little was going to actually surprise Wuyan at this point.

He’d just have to ensure no one else commented on it later.

—

When Di Feisheng made his way back to Lotus Tower just after the sun set, the floor was cleared of clutter once more, everything orderly and tidy and wiped clean. The fire under the kettle was lit, the flame small but bright and warm in the autumn evening. There were several pots bubbling happily, emitting smells of herbs and medicine that stung his nose slightly.

Li Lianhua was seated next to the pots, hunched over slightly and mending a rip in some dark green robes, rattan fan set down next to him.

“Where’s the brat?” Di Feisheng asked in lieu of a greeting, seating himself next to Li Lianhua.

“Xiaobao took Hulijing down to the stream,” Li Lianhua responded, not bothering to look up from his task. “And since you have your hands free, you can help me fan the pots.”

Di Feisheng thought of refusing for only a moment (mostly to see Li Lianhua's reaction) but then took up the fan, keeping his movements slow enough to feed the flames but not fast enough to agitate. He watched as Li Lianhua carefully mended the rip with a dark thread, and then finally tied off the end with a clumsy double knot before snipping the excess and smoothing out the fabric triumphantly.

“That should do it,” Li Lianhua said. “Before I put this away, did you have— A’Fei.”

Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, still fanning.

Li Lianhua raised a sleeve to hide his smile. “You didn’t wipe it off? I thought you were angry at Fang Xiaobao for that. Should I—?”

“Leave it.” Di Feisheng said, halting Li Lianhua’s movement toward a rag. “It’s fine.”

“Did anyone else see it?”

Of course they did. Di Feisheng hadn’t exactly hidden from his meetings. None other than Wuyan dared to comment on the flower mark on his face.

“I should have hidden it,” Li Lianhua continued, tone amused.

“Where did you put it, then?”

Li Lianhua indicated toward the dresser by the door, close enough they could reach it without getting up. “I covered the ink earlier.”

Di Feisheng leaned over, reaching across over Li Lianhua’s warm back to grab the little wooden stamp, and then took a moment’s deliberation before grabbing the ink plate as well, pulling it back toward the table. Li Lianhua was watching him with a quirked smile, heading tilted as if questioning what he was doing.

He put the fan down and uncovered the ink plate to dip the stamp in, and then reached toward Li Lianhua even as the man leaned away with a huff of amusement.

“Oh no,” Li Lianhua said. “You don’t get to turn this around on me! I wasn’t the one who left that on your face!”

“Why not?” Di Feisheng asked, taking it as a challenge as he moved to keep the man within reach. “Fang Duobing has this mark too, doesn’t he?”

“He’s probably washed it off by now— A’Fei!”

Di Feisheng darted to reach around the mended robe Li Lianhua was using as a makeshift shield, and feinted in one direction only to push into the other man's personal space, leaving him no room to retreat if he didn’t want to get up from the chair, until Li Lianhua laughed from the sheer absurdity of it and Di Feisheng managed to slip a hand to cup the bottom of his head and gently press the stamp between his brows.

Li Lianhua's smile softened, “A huadian? Really?”

Di Feisheng found himself smiling in return. “It suits.”

Outside, the sounds of paws running on the road reached their ears moments before they heard Fang Duobing call out, “I’m back! We got a lot of fish in the traps— should we smoke it overnight?”

Li Lianhua gave Di Feisheng an amused, challenging look as the latter let him go and pulled back just as the door opened to let both Fang Duobing and Hulijing inside from the cold.

“Lao Di!” Fang Duobing greeted cheerfully. He was carrying a stick laden with fish tied to the end, arm bracers missing and his sleeves rolled up slightly to expose his forearms. “When did you get back?”

Then he took in the scene and stopped in his tracks, laughing at the two men with flower stamps on their faces sitting on the same bench.

Di Feisheng was gracious enough to let the young man laugh for several long moments before he handed the wooden stamp to Li Lianhua and commented casually, “I’ll hold him down.”

Li Lianhua accepted the object graciously, also taking the entire ink plate as Di Feisheng stood up. “Alright.”

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re not serious, are you? Wait!”

Li Lianhua smiled and made sure to press the stamp down extra hard in the ink.

#Mysterious Lotus Casebook #Li Lianhua #Fang Duobing #Di Feisheng #ficlet #this is one of the ones that might just end up on my DW only and not make it to AO3 #no edit no second look I LITERALLY WROTE THIS WITHIN MY NANO OUTLINE #...also that fan is apparently known as a Satay fan but I am not going to refer to it as such #I had the mental image of Di Feisheng with a little flower on his cheek and ran with it

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writersarchivex · 2 years

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All I Want: Elvis x Reader

Summary: You decide it's time to let him go. Leave it behind. He begs you to stay.

warnings: adult language

word count: 1243

elvis x reader

you can imagine him as austin or as the real elvis, whatever floats your boat.

enjoy, or don't your choice.

theres a prompt that belongs to @hudsonvegasgirl ill put it in bold.

idk why the prompt looks like that wtf.

It took you three months to decide. Three long months of basic torture.

You had been doing nothing but taking care of your daughter and cleaning up after him. Trying to keep him at least alive.

You had nothing more to give anymore. It had all been drained from you.

He wasn't completely to blame; Elvis was just trying to be someone. Make everyone proud. You respected it.

You could no longer live with it.

Your daughter hadn't spent longer than fifteen minutes at a time with her father, in over two months. You haven't seen him for dinner. He hasn't been there. Except at night, to sleep.

Maybe some in the morning.

She hasn't had her father, and you haven't had your husband.

He was a ghost, a puppet.

He belonged to the Colonel, and to the show business. The only time he was happy as when he was on the stage, or out. Out, doing God knows what.

Three months.

You couldn't do it anymore.

That morning you woke up early, trying to be as quiet as possible. He was a hard sleeper from the beginning. With the pills, he was a bear. It was nearly impossible to wake him.

You were still quiet as a mouse, not to take any chances.

You weren't going to do wrong by him, though. Or your daughter.

The two of you would talk later that day, to avoid Lisa Marie hearing the two of you fight. The fighting had been endless.

You made your way through the house doing your best to get the things the two of you would need.

Mainly what Lisa needed, you would survive without your things. You just wanted your daughter to be in a healthy environment.

To be in a loving environment.

You had but most of the things you and Lisa would need in the car, that was outside and running, and you had woken her up gently, telling her that the two of you were going on a little vacation.

She would be back of course. He's her father and you would never take her from him. She needed him, and he needed her.

She was outside with Jerry, waiting on you to finish up.

You made your way quietly to the bedroom you shared with Elvis. Everything you needed had been removed. You moved quickly this time, becoming more nervous with each step. You turned to the dresser to check for any clothing you had left behind, when you heard him stir.

"Y/N? What're you doin" He grumbled sitting up to look at you.

You sighed, wishing the man would've just stayed asleep.

"Im leaving you Elvis, and I'm taking Lisa with me." You sighed, not wanting to fight while you daughter was nearby.

You moved towards the bedside table and grabbed one of the photos leaving the rest for him.

"Is this 'bout what happens on the road?" He asked, rubbing his temples.

You sighed and shook your head.

"The girls? No. You think I give a shit about the girls you sneak through the side door,"

You walked into the bathroom throwing open his drawer. He was following you still looking tired.

"I couldn't care less about the girls you sneak through the side door. It's about this,"

You through two bottles at him. Feeling tears prickle at your eyes

"And this!" You threw a couple more.

You loved him, but you were angry.

You wanted to be mature about this. You were parents, not children.

"It's about these. These goddamn pills those leeches and has-beens shove down your throat!"

You stormed out of the bathroom, him following you muttering a soft "God damn it."

You were making your way quickly through the upstairs while he was trying to keep up.

"Like your strung out."

"Strung out? Goddamn, I'm in the best shape of my life."

"Best shape of your life? The only time you are happy is when you are on that stage, and in between that you're a ghost."

The two of you were walking down the stairs, your arms full of sentimental items.

"Y/N I give you everything you could want!" He threw his arms up, starting to return the anger you were feeling.

"What I want is a husband! You've never known what I wanted, and you sure as hell don't give it to me." You spat, reciving a hurt look from him.

"I am your wife! I am your wife." You repeat, letting a tear slip down your cheek.

"And Lisa is your daughter, and she needs a father." You say, turning on your heels. You were finally headed for the door.

"I am her father."

You slowed at this and turned to face him.

Your voice was shaky and embarrassingly small.

"Do you remember the last time we laughed together? The last time the three of us had dinner together?"

You had started crying, placing the box you held on to the floor.

"You won't even touch me anymore."

He looked at you with sad eyes, and he was supporting his weight on the rail of the stairs.

"I've given you my life. I have nothing left in me to give you baby." You sobbed.

His eyes were the blueest you've ever seen them. You loved his eyes.

"Do you still love me?" He asked softly.

You wanted to scream yes and run back to him. Of course you did, he was your life. The father of your child.

He shook his head and slowly sat on the stairs.

He exhaled deeply

"When your forty and I'm fifty, we'll be back together. You'll see." He was looking at the ground.

Your heart broke for him. For you. Most of all for your daughter.

You gave in, just a little, and walked towards him slowly. He buried his head in your stomach and cried, like you've never heard him cry before.

He gripped forcefully to the back of your shirt; you knew you had to wrap it up.

"I have to go." You tried to take a step back, but he held you in place.

You got a little space between you, and you knelt to look at him. You took his face in your hands.

"Will you please stay?" He sobbed, looking at you with those sad eys.

"Baby you're sick. This isn't good for you. For me, for Lisa! I love you more than anything EP, but I have to protect her."

You weren't being stern; you were speaking to him with kindness.

You kissed all over his face. Wiping the tears away.

"Please stay mama, I'll get better, I'll quit with the pills. Anything you want. Don't leave, don't leave me. "

"I promise you. On my mother's grave I'll get better, I can't do it without you baby."

You held him closer, knowing that he truly meant what he said.

He would never put something like that on his mother's grave.

"No pills?"

He shook his head.

"You spend more time with Lisa?"

He nodded; face still covered in tears.

"You get healthy and start taking care of yourself?"

He nodded, staying silent.

You sighed, knowing the last part was the most personal for you.

You had tried to pretend like it didn't matter, but it does to you.

"No more, no more girls?" You let another tear slip.

"No more. I'll go to a real doctor. I'll get better, I swear it."

You nodded, looking around at your home and all the memories of your years there.

"Okay EP."

He looked up at you still clinging to your waist.

"You'll stay darlin?" He let out another sob.

"Lisa will go stay with my parents for a while. She'll think it's a vacation. This is it Elvis, the last chance."

He nodded, burying his face in your shirt again.

"Anything. Anything for you Y/N."

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kelseytheballerina · 9 months

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how do you have a high maintenance routine while being married? I assume that being married means that you now have a heck ton of new responsibilities, I know that it’s not really just your life anymore, as you now have 2 lives in one. and not just focusing on yourself anymore, you have somebody else. I know I’ll get married in the near future but a part of me is afraid that i’ll lose what I have now or won’t be able to do what I want to do in the future, like pampering myself, making time for myself to do all those things you mentioned in your high maintenance routine while cooking for two, cleaning the house, running errands, doing my own work from home as well, and eventually with children as well. I want to get married but it seems overwhelming and scary that maybe I won’t be able to have this high maintenance lifestyle doing things I want to be doing because of how busy life will get as a married woman. AND being pregnant too.

No this is a very valid question. As it turns out, being married didn’t diminish my free time or ability to pamper myself at all. If anything, it’s given me more of it. I have plenty of time to myself since I don’t have to work, my husband is a doctor that works really long hours, neither of us are messy people and he doesn’t control my schedule but rather I decide it all. If I had to scrub our apartment from top to bottom every day bc he leaves stuff all over the place and makes a mess like a toddler in a daycare, I wouldn’t be with him. Nothing worse than a nasty man whose mama never taught him to put dishes in the sink and clothes in the hamper. He’s naturally quite neat and low maintenance so I’m not really spending a ton of time tending to him. All of the things I do are things I was going to do anyway. Dishes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, tidying up etc are standards for living I already set for myself whether I would be living alone or not. A few extra dishes from his serving is no problem. If he gets hair all over the bathroom floor he sweeps it up himself. Yes I have to run a few errands for him since he doesn’t always have the time (for example going to the post office is near impossible with his work schedule) but it’s not a frequent thing and I know he’d do it for me, no questions asked.

Not all marriages are the same and some partners may require more of your time and energy. Obviously my marriage is still young so I can’t speak on the long haul, but for now it’s very chill. The only “restraint” (and I use that word lightly) is more so related to timing. If he’s home at 6:30pm, then I need dinner ready by that time instead of me cooking all willy nilly at 8pm or smth. Outside of breakfast and dinner requiring me to keep a timing to match his work schedule, he has little bearing on my day to day endeavors.

He actually enjoys when I do fun things for myself and takes pride in being able to provide it. He likes when I send cute selfies from the nail salon or spa or cafes I’m at. If there’s times where I’m being more of a homebody and just staying indoors all day, he encourages me to go out and have fun, try a new place to eat, meet up with a friend, etc. Some men hate seeing women being pampered and being leisurely and some men absolutely love it and encourage it. If you’re a girl who spoils yourself even when single, get a man who appreciates that and wants to contribute to the spoiling, not snuff the flame or expects you to “sit down”. I’ve never understood that. You get a girl who always looks cute with her hair and makeup done, nice clothes, fun experiences and then expect her to stop bc she’s married now? You should’ve been with a plain Jane in the first place then!

When our baby is born, that will be more of a change than my marriage in and of itself since she’ll have a nap schedule, bath time, etc that will prevent me from always being able to get up and go on a whim or spend ample amounts of time at certain venues but that’s part of motherhood and the responsibilities and sacrifices that come with it. I’ll have to alter my schedule, pull back on the frequency I do certain things, and just wait for her to get a bit older. All moms can relate and it just comes with the territory but it doesn’t have to be a negative thing.

Basically it just comes down to making a schedule that works for you and prioritizing your self care and making the most of the hours allotted to you. Don’t lose yourself in your marriage. Your youth and fun doesn’t have to die just bc you’re wearing a ring.

#ask

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piers-wifey · 1 year

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Thanksgiving is around the corner..... So 👀... Stars Thanksgiving. Who's bringing what dishes? Where's it being held? Would you help them cook? Lots of potential chaos or family moments 🥺

I'm really sorry if this isn't good. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving where I live, so, I'm not sure if it's done accurately or not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Also, I want to thank you and @aroseybearinlove for the inspiration and ideas. I wish y'all a happy Thanksgiving! <3

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• Since Barry has the biggest house and lots of space to accommodate so many people, the decision quickly fell on him

• Joseph, Chris and Forest are the first to show up at Barry's house, wearing matching sweaters and turkey hats. They refer to each other as Turkey#1, Turkey#2 and Turkey#3

• Moira and Polly love their silly hats and especially Forest's hilariously accurate impression of a turkey

• Chris claims that his impression is much more accurate than Forest's, resulting in them competing with each other for the best turkey impression

• Edward and Claire are helping Kathy in the kitchen with preparing the turkey and the desserts, as well as with cleaning up the dirty dishes afterwards

• Ed, being the softie he is, gives Moira and Polly some mini slices of Kenneth's homemade pumpkin pie and even lets them clean out the bowls

• Meanwhile Joseph, Forest and Chris try to sneak some bites, but Edward always catches them red handed and threatens to knock them out while swinging a spatula. Truly a terrifying sight, especially since that bear of a man is dressed in a pink apron with frills and flowers on it (He rocks the look tho)

• Because of that, Joseph calls him "The pink threat", a name that'll stick with him for the rest of eternity

• Kevin is put in charge of guarding the kitchen and keep the three out. At some point; however, Joseph almost managed to get him join him, Chris and Forest

• Unfortunately for them, Wesker caught wind of that and made them do a hundred push-ups, followed by fifty jumping jacks and another hundred sit-ups to teach them some self-control (And yes, they wore those turkey hats the entire time. Enjoy the mental picture)

• In the meantime Barry and Enrico set up the second table Enrico brought, while Kenneth and Richard set up the fireplace in the backyard to roast marshmallows and make s'mores later; something Richard is particularly looking forward to, hence why he and Bridgette brought all the needed ingredients

• You, Jill, Bridgette and Rebecca decorate the house and table and occasionally check on Edward, Claire and Kathy

• Brad, being one of the more responsible S.T.A.R.S. members and also surprisingly good with children, offered to take the girls to the playground for an hour or two, while the others get everything ready

• After everything's set and settled, everyone gathers at the dinner table, waiting for the turkey to be served. And while they're waiting, Chris, Joseph and Forest sing a little song they composed themselves, which the others gradually join in with

• Except for Wesker. But hey, at least he's not commenting on the improved lyrics that don't really make any sense, or the fact that none of them can actually sing

• When Kathy finally brings in the turkey, she is greeted by joyful cheers

• After dinner, everyone's sitting in the living room, either chatting with each other or playing board/card games. Moira and Polly will play some Mario Kart on Brad's SNES, or watch the little magic show Joseph has prepared for them, with Forest and Chris as his trusty assistants

• Those who don't have to drive will enjoy a glass or two or more of the whiskey Forest has brought, while the others either stick to coffee or lemonade

• Tipsy due to the alcohol and thanks to Claire's excellent taste in music - which comes in the form of music cassettes - the living room and kitchen soon become a dance floor. If you can even call Chris and Brad's wild jumping around "dancing"

• Edward and Claire show them how it's done right, and even Forest, who isn't sober himself, shows more talent at dancing than those two. Even though his dance partner Kevin is quite a klutz

• Wesker watches both teams with raised eyebrows, wondering how he ended up with such a chaotic bunch as subordinates and why he actually finds watching them go about their business so carelessly amusing and almost endearing

• Barry notices Wesker's slight smile and even manages to preserve it in a picture along with many other wonderful memories he will fondly remember

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roobylavender · 1 year

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what would be the perfect ending for sasuke in your opinion?

there are so many things i want him to do genuinely. i like the idea of a naruto post-canon where everything that happens is followed up by the villages taking a stand together against the daimyos and i feel like he would be integral to that as a sort of reverse-pain figure who travels across the land and hears people’s grievances and connects to them through his own trauma that he has extensively suffered at the hands of state violence, but instead of using that collective trauma against unassuming people they use it to strip the daimyos of power by force lmao. like the problem with post-canon is it imposes all of these arbitrary spy duties on him and on him alone rather than recognizes the natural prerogative for everyone after the war is to connect with the other villages on a grand scale and form a coalition to fight back against their economic exploitation. so sasuke is one part of it in that he can recognize and empathize with people who have felt as abandoned and brutalized by the state as he has but there are also other parts like sakura traveling across the land to canvas the physical and mental health impacts of the system, hinata taking strides to destroy the class stratification that defines so much of internal clan hierarchy that is subsequently exploited for power grab purposes by multiple villages, etc. sasuke has to work with other people for there to be any change and portraying him as the lone wolf who comes back on occasion to address the quirky bad guy of the year is not conducive to any of that. put him in a library with some of the girls to learn political and economic theory they can put to use yknow?

other things that are always on my mind: (1) i personally believe there is so much more value in sasuke and sakura adopting than trying to continue the uchiha bloodline or whatever. like first of all their travels to address traumatized populations across the land would totally bring them into contact with orphans they could take under their wing but i also think it would be narratively significant for sasuke to realize he doesn’t have to carry on some legacy or burden himself with being the cornerstone of the family. that’s something that gets me about tsunade too like she’s the only living senju as far as we know but despite the clan’s noble reputation it doesn’t mean much that she’s not bearing children. her legacy is carried on through people like naruto and sakura and that’s what’s impt. and there is also a eugenics element to address imo wherein it’s very clear clans like the hyuugas and uchihas inbred and generally focused on maintaining superior bloodlines for purposes of producing super prodigies but it’s like.. why is that impt in a post-canon landscape? the truth is it isn’t. there is nothing the world would lose without an uchiha by blood bc their transcending quality is love and love is never strictly defined by blood. so. i think he and sakura should adopt ❤️

(2) one of the funniest (derogatory) things about post canon to me is making sakura into the housewife when everything about who she and sasuke are as characters points to the opposite imo.. like she’s a workaholic medical professional and i seriously doubt she is keeping a clean house so long as she lives alone. meanwhile sasuke has been ruled by discipline all of his life and grown up watching a brother who takes part in every aspect of domestic life to the point it formed sasuke’s only solace in a world of strict expectations he had to meet. but even beyond that sasuke needs busy work after everything he’s been through yknow like he’s not in any place to help himself when all he can do is stew. i like the idea of him coming home from trips and busying himself in the basic chores sakura (or even naruto) neglects to do bc her work schedule is not exactly conducive to a consistent home life. let him make the dinners and pick the weeds and go out to help villagers in the flea markets and farms while she plays hospital hero. let productivity displace the horrors in his head and make him feel like he’s working towards building something stable and strong. give the man a tomato farm

#naruto: series about ninja reliant on endless power scaling #me: yeah so forget about all of that #outbox

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larsenlatest · 2 months

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Two Weeks of a Variety of Things

These last two weeks have been filled with a variety of things. We are starting to feel more and more at home here, especially as we better get to know some of the students at the institute and the Stake members we are working with.

On Monday Feb 5 we again substitute taught the early morning Revelation class for Brother Salmond. This time the lesson was on Chapter 4. It was fun to dig into all the symbolism in this scripture and then "decode" it with the students. Monday is "fresh homemade bread" day and so we made that as we always do. That night was the Zoom FHE with the entire Mission. It was pretty exciting because our Mission President announced that the Mission is going to have Elder Anderson come visit and speak to us on March 23! The mission hasn't had an apostle come here for a long time. We are excited about it. The Mission President has asked us to read Elder Anderson's recent conference talks as well as his book "The Divine Gift of Forgiveness".

On Tuesday the 7th we were asked by Brother Peterson, the mission housing coordinator, to go to Moscow and check on an apartment that the young Elders live in. The apartment is getting the carpet replaced with laminate wood floor and someone needed to take samples and choose which floor to be used. We went over there and did that. The apartment is actually in the basement of a member's dental office. It was kind of fun to go do something different. That evening was the dinner/devotional. It is always good and inspiring.

Thursday I stayed home in the morning and worked on sewing some samples of the things that we are going to sew for a humanitarian effort. We are going to have a couple of ongoing projects that can be worked on. One is "Dolls of Hope" where we will be making stuffed bears for refuge children. The other is "Sew Powerful" purses that go to girls in Zambia. These purses hold reusable feminine hygiene products that are made by women in Zambia. This allows the girls to keep going to school consistently. I'll write more about these projects when we actually get going on them.

Shirl worked on a project that Brother Salmond wants him to do. It is to design and make a cart that can house a TV that the missionaries can use on campus, and that we can use in front of the Institute building. I'll write more on that later as well. This is a picture of him working on this project at home.

Friday the 9th we had a faculty meeting with the Moscow faculty at U of I . Both Institutes are headed by Brother Salmond and are in the same stake. It was nice to meet the teachers and Senior Couples that serve there. It was a busy day though because we also had a Blood Drive at the Institute. We had about 22 people give blood including Shirl. Many were non-members, and many stayed for waffles. It was fun to see the Institute building so busy and full! That afternoon we taught our Church History class. It was about the restoration of the priesthood. After the lesson, I was able to sit in on a lesson the sister missionaries were teaching to a young woman and bear my testimony of the Savior and the Restoration.

Saturday we drove to Lewiston to go to Costco for some personal things, and the U S Chef store for some cups and straws for the slushies. We are going to be limiting the hours of the slushy machine to keep the cost down.

Here are some pictures out the window on our ride to Lewiston.

Sunday the YSA choir sang in Sacrament meeting and I played the piano for them. We also went to the Terra View Ward which is the ward of the area that our apartment is in. We met some people that may be able to help us in starting up a special class for married young adults.

Monday the 12 I had the task of redoing the Missionary Bulletin Board for the YSA ward. It turned out pretty good! I did a lot of cleaning up in the game room area as well.

We then practiced with Sister Cummings from Brigham City in preparation for Zone Conference.

Monday night was YSA FHE. It was pretty fun. Everyone made Valentine boxes and gave notes to each other like in Elementary school! Here is our box.

On Wednesday the 14th we got up really early and drove to Spokane for Zone Conference. We were able to do a musical number "Joseph Smith's First Prayer". The conference was very inspiring. Brother Hunsaker of the 70 spoke to us about "Being ALL IN" with the gospel. Then we broke out into small groups and learned more about how to be better missionaries, and especially teaching about the restoration.

Here we are practicing our musical number before the conference started, and some other pictures at the conference.

After the conference we checked out some places in Spokane that sell materials that Shirl may need to purchase to make the cart.

We then went to Colfax and the surrounding area and visited some homes of possible students. When we got back to Pullman it was time for the Dinner/Devotional. One of the Young Adults spoke about family history and temple work. It was very sweet and inspiring.

We taught our Church History class on Friday. It was about the publishing of the Book of Mormon and the Organization of the Church. We really like teaching this class. It is great to keep being reminded of the great events that happened at the beginning of the restoration! After the lesson the sister missionaries had me sit in on two lessons and bear my testimony. It is great that they are teaching so many young adults! That night we went to Moscow to see the next episodes of The Chosen at the movie theatre. We enjoyed it a lot, but it ended up being quite late to get home. Luckily we didn't have anything to get up really early for the next day!

Saturday we were able to help with another baptism in the Pioneer Hill Ward. I played the piano and Shirl led the music. The Spirit was very strong there. The members here really do put forth a lot of effort in missionary work. It is great to see the work going forward! That night we went to visit Brother and Sister Dailey. They live in the rural Colfax area and were helpful to us in figuring out who we could invite to a class we may start there.

Sunday night we attended the Worldwide Young Adult Devotional originating from Mexico City. Elder Soares and his wife spoke along with Brother and Sister Webb of CES. It was translated into English. It made us realize how blessed we are to have General Conference in English all the time! The meeting focused on Jesus Christ and how he can be the center of our lives. Elder Soares said that the space between the Savior's arms is the exact shape of our broken heart. He is ready to take us into His arms and heal us.

We are looking forward to the next couple of weeks and pray that the Lord will continue to bless us. There are some moments of discouragement to be sure, but we are feeling the Lord's hand in the things we are doing and pray that we can be effective in the work here! We miss our loved ones and friends at home, but are feeling more and more connected to the people here.

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cocomouche · 2 years

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Happy wife happy life

- Just some quality time with your husband -

Afab!reader x Genshin men

(Diluc, Zhongli, Scaramouche, Childe, Ayato)

CW: SMUT, dom!genshin men, sub!reader, breeding, praise, degradation, drunk Zhongli, etc…

Diluc Ragnvindr

- He would spoil you so much, he’s got a bunch of business and doesn’t really know how to spend his profits for himself. He notices sometimes you overwork yourself at your own job, sorting out paperwork. He hated to see you throw your energy away being a corporate slave, so he asked you to quit.

- “My love, we’re growing older and married now. I don’t want you to throw yourself away with that job of yours, i have more than enough money for our future..”

- You give into his words, it being the best decision you’ve ever made. Though he already has maids in the dawn winery, he bought yourselves a new house near the winery, perfect for when you finally have kids with him.

- “you know.. with all these changes that had happened, I’m beginning to wonder..” he looks at you with curiosity

“maybe we should try for a baby?”

- He was nervous about fatherhood and all that but with you- as cheesy as it seems, he never gets that feeling around you, in fact he can’t wait to see you bear his children, stuffed full of his fluids, breasts plump and lactating.

-His hand traces on your tummy, pressing down as he feels his own length deep inside, your back arches as you wail at the feeling of being stuffed. His balls heavy- slapping harshly with every thrust in you. “Nghh- ah Diluc.. gon-cum!” He holds your legs higher, his thrusts deepened into you, he can’t ignore the way your cunt squeezed his cock and milked him for his cum.

- He released in you, his tip grazing your cervix as you feel his warm cum fill you up. His grip on your hips loosens and his hand travels to your waist instead, feeling your body tenderly as he dips down to give you a loving kiss. He pulls away to see your tired and haze-y expression, his fingers trail down and teases you puffy clit playfully to get your attention back.

- “my love we still have all night, don’t get too tired yet…”

Zhongli

- “Perhaps he’s had too much wine this night” Xiao carries Zhongli’s drunk body and sets him to your couch. His face was flushed red, he still seems conscious.

- “Thanks for keeping him safe Xiao, come back here tomorrow i’ll make some tofu for dinner.” You wave him goodbye as he disappears from your doorstep. “Darlinggg…” a groggy voice calls out from behind you.

- You close the door and turn around to see your husband on the sofa, his shirt unbuttoned showing of his sculpted body, he slicked his hair back so he could see clearer, man spreading as his thighs look like it could be sat on right now.

- “Well you look like you had some fu-WAIt” you couldn’t even finish your words as he pulled you on his lap.

- “love.. you look so delectable this night” his warm breath tickled your skin. “Li- let go.. i need to clean you up-hah!” He renders you speechless as his hands grip your hips strongly, his strength was no match for you to break out of. You felt his growing erection rub against your behind.

- it was so messy.. needy kisses and gropes he gave you, you can’t resist it. It took him that to sober up and notice what he’s done.

- “let’s take this to the bedroom love, Im here to reward you..” he carries you with little to no effort- his glowing eyes of lust make it obvious that he was yearning for this to happen.

- “That’s it darling, you’re taking my cock so fucking well.. my precious wife.” “You’re gonna cum again? Don’t worry I won’t stop..”

- A possessive Zhongli on top of you, the intoxicating fumes of the wine he drank fills the air making you both hazy. He should drink out more..

Tartaglia

- He’s known for throwing out mora pouches and not even thinking about it, well he’s a family man too so expect him giving you the Diluc treatment and buying your own lot and sparing funds for your children.

- I bet he’s into Lingerie- lace, latex, cute costumes.. he’d pay for you to get into one just to rip it apart. Its just the way he’s obsessed over your figure, curves in all the best places, cute tummy he likes to hold and sometimes push down while he’s breeding you.

- “c’mon! Please for meee-“ “Ajax- no it feels silly..” the time he bought a maid costume for you and begging for you to show him how it looks on you, it was too short and revealing- you hesitantly opened the bathroom door open- immediately feeling Ajax’s gaze.

- “wow..” the tent in his trousers was hard to ignore, his hands were uncontrollable- practically feeling up all of your parts. “Ha-a stop that..” his fingers tweaked your nipples, the thin fabric giving to justice to conceal the hardened bud.

- “lift your skirt for me” “are you crazy?” You put up a bratty front but it doesn’t last long, he knows how to tame dumb brats like you, teasing you to the extent when all you want to do is obey and receive his pleasure.

- “m-more! Please haah Ajax..” you grasp onto him, his cock pounding in so deep, so destructive and swole. He grunts as well, “take it girl, you know you love it” his tip was already grazing at your cervix, the pain and pleasure mixing in. You had no choice but to lay there and handle all of it, he trapped you under his strong body, you weren’t foolish enough to try and struggle away from a harbinger like him.

-“Shit baby- gonna cum! Fuck, i’ll fill you up so good..” his cum was so thick and viscous, it was so warm and good inside of you, he knows how much you like being filled up, bred to have his kids. “Naughty girl.. you want more cum baby? Let me use this hole and I’ll give you all you want.”

Scaramouche

- I don’t think he would think of kids and marriage unless you brought it up, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it to happen, he just has a neutral opinion on it- but you being his perfect doll, he’s more than willing to give you anything you want!

- New house and lot? he’ll handle the expenses, you just sit there and be my pretty wife okay? Of course you would pay him back with all that he desires- that being you.

- Your routine with him was simple and nice, you wake up early and help him prepare for his work, making him so lunch- like those adorable bento boxes with assorted snacks, his colleagues wouldn’t dare make an insult about it nor take a look too long. He appreciates your cute lunches dearly, bonus if you put in a note with it everyday, he just <3.

- Though he wouldn’t be one to overwork himself in my opinion, he would be the type to finish something head first before anything- this leads to bringing home a few papers to try and plan out situations.

- You always try and urge him to take a small break and he simply nods and entertains your request with “be patient doll, once I’m done with this, I’m yours this whole day..” or “I’m almost finished brat..” then he continues to stare at his notes. Scara expects you to get antsy, he’s curious of how you would deal with this, he notices you walking out the room.

- “honey.. will you pay attention to me now” you enter the bedroom, kneeling down in front of him. You on your knees on the floor while he sits at the edge of the bed. His eyes were scanning every part of your body, dressed in a silk nightgown that covered your body so beautifully, a sheer frilly cover that kept the outfit together, you prop your face onto his knee, hands dangerously close to his enticed groin.

- The cloth served no justice in hiding your cleavage, his gaze focused on it. “Kuni? You like it?” Of course he does, he drools over you. “My my, you look stunning doll, I guess I’ve been too fixated on my work huh?” He throws the folder of his notes elsewhere and used his hands to hoist you up on his lap, earning a sweet yelp from you. Giggling at his eager demeanor you give him a seductive look, signaling him to have his way with you.

- “Worry not darling, I promised my attention on you, it seems like you planned this, tch admit it, you’re a mess for me.” His words speak for himself, his hands already between your thighs, a puddle of wetness dampening your underwear. No need to hide your arousal from your dear husband, he’s gonna take good care of you all night.

“You got my attention, now what shall I do with you?...”

Kamisato Ayato

- As spoiled as he seems to be, he would love to give you the same treatment- pampering you in luxurious gifts, buying the finest silk dresses imported from Liyue, and drinking sweet bubble tea you both enjoy.

- This man loves spending time with you, he could spend the whole week on dates with you if only his job wasn’t so demanding. Nevertheless he’s thankful for your patience with him, giving him support with paperwork and keeping him away from burn-outs.

- Although this day specifically, his desk was crowded with more paperwork than usual, an you were no different- coming home from a stressful day at your own job, all you could want is some reassurance and attention from your dear spouse. Finding him in the bedroom, slouched looking on the desk, you surprise him with a hug.

- “Welcome home dove, don’t mind me I’m just finishing these..” with that he just pats your head and resumes his work. Confused and needy, you stood still for awhile ‘stupid commissions- Ayato can’t you just work on it later?’ your thoughts threw a fit. Ayato really was almost done- just looking over the report, shocked he was when you were acting like a cat rubbing all over him trying to get his attention, your head bumping softly on his chest as you sat on his lap.

- Interesting.. he never sees you this attention deprived, he decides to wait a bit and push your limits. “Darling? what’s got you like this?” his voice was stern on purpose, “hmmph..” was all you could muster up. Your body was so tense, craving his warmth and touch “Bad day baby?” to that you sigh and nod. “poor girl, don’t worry darling I’m here for you..”

- “Your body is stiff, when it gets like this darling- I can tell you’re all pent up” his hands begin to travel in more sensible regions of your body. His focus on you instead of the documents on the desk. “Ayato..” your voice was weak, he massages your back, hands getting lower and lower until they reach your bottom. “Its very rude to disrupt my work, I guess its also my fault since I’ve deprived you of our time together, very well I guess I could use this time for you..”

- “I’ll loosen you up baby..”

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#smut #yandere genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #diluc ragnvindr #tartagalia x reader #childe x you #childe #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin smut #morax smut

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stiltonbasket · 2 years

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Okay but cultivation babies sizhui and jingyi together must be chaos incarnate. rip cultivation gentry, you will never be the same

When Nie Mingjue returns to the Cloud Recesses after a hunt in the mountains with Zonghui, he finds the lamps on the Hanshi’s porch still lit and burning brightly. The sliding doors are open to let in the night wind, a sure sign that Xichen must have been waiting up for him despite the late hour, so Nie Mingjue leaves his heavy boots on the steps and hurries in to his husband.

“Beloved,” he calls softly, looking around darkened office for any sign of Lan Huan. “I am home. Where are you?”

“In here,” comes the reply. “You will have to come in to me, Mingjue-xiong. I fear I cannot move from my chair just yet.”

Laughing, Nie Mingjue backs out of the study and makes his way to the bedroom. Xichen is sitting in his favorite armchair with Jingyi in his arms and A-Yuan asleep in the crib nearby; but though Lan Yuan has been freshly bathed, Jingyi’s feet are black with dirt, and his flyaway hair is still full of grass and fine yellow dust from the garden.

“Did A-Yi try to crawl out of the bathtub when you weren’t looking?” Nie Mingjue asks, kissing Lan Xichen on the forehead. “He’s as dirty as a grub.”

“A dear, dirty grub! I know we never got so dirty when we were children,” his husband laughs. “I was going to put him in the bath with Yuanyuan after dinner, but he wouldn’t take his shoes off—and after I put A-Yuan to bed and went back to fetch A-Yi from the nursery, he crawled into my arms and fell asleep. I couldn’t bear to wake him, he looked so peaceful.”

“We could give him a sponge bath. Shall I go fetch a pail?”

“Not yet. I want to hold him a little while longer,” Xichen murmurs, pressing his lips to the baby’s soft cheek. “Before he wakes up and tries to start running about the house again.”

“Then I’ll bathe A-Yi’s feet while you hold him. He’s rubbing dust all over your robes, A-Huan.”

Xichen gives him a grateful nod and cradles their son a little closer. His eyes are closed, as if out of fear that the child in his arms was too precious to be true; and when he opens them, he lets out a small, wounded cry and buries his face in Jingyi’s hair.

“A-Huan?” Nie Mingjue frowns, slipping back into the bedroom with clean towels and a bucket of water. “What’s wrong?”

Lan Huan turns to him with quivering lips and tears sparkling in his eyelashes. “Nothing,” he sniffles. “I am well. Nothing is the matter, sweetheart.”

So Nie Mingjue wets a pair of towels and washes Jingyi’s feet, rinsing away the mud from his tiny toes before using a fresh cloth for his hands; and after the child as clean as they can get him without rousing him from sleep, Xichen heaves himself out of his chair and climbs onto the bed, though not without first giving A-Yuan a kiss goodnight and retrieving his dropped butterfly doll.

“Sleep well, my nephew!” he whispers. “Your uncles are here, and we will watch over you until Wangji and A-Xian return.”

And with that, he settles down under the blankets at Nie Mingjue’s side, and turns so that Mingjue can drape an arm under his waist.

“You are tired,” Nie Mingjue observes, stroking Lan Xichen’s pale brow. “What did you and the little ones do today, A-Huan?”

Xichen snorts and squeezes A-Yi around his little belly. “The better question is what we did not do. A-Yuan ran all over the Cloud Recesses, and A-Yi followed him, and I spent the day running after them both. And then A-Yuan wanted to make sweet baozi after we returned home, and Jingyi tried to climb into the bowl of bean paste while I was filling them—and all of that was before sunset.”

Nie Mingjue leans over to sniff the baby’s hair. “Ah,” he says, trying not to laugh. “So that’s why he smells like sugar. I thought he must have found the sweets your uncle hides in the Lanshi.”

“Oh, no. A-Yuan did that.”

And then the two of them laugh together, holding hands under the quilts while Jingyi tries to make himself more comfortable on Xichen’s chest. Nie Mingjue’s breath stutters at the dear picture they make, his beloved and child close and at ease like a pair of graven figures carved out of the same piece of stone; and surrendering to impulse, he leans down to kiss A-Yi’s button nose, and then his husband’s wind-chapped lips.

I will bring him salve in the morning, he thinks idly, smoothing them over with a gentle finger. Salve and sweet lotus cakes from Wangji’s kitchen, and tea that aids in healing. The little ones have worn him out, so tomorrow, he must rest.

“Tomorrow, Wangji will be back home,” Xichen mumbles, lifting his face from his pillow, “and I will not have to mind both of our babies at the same time. I love them dearly, but my heart can only take so much fear. A-Yuan tried to unsheathe Shuoyue when my back was turned, and at that moment, I was more afraid than I’ve ever been on the battlefield! Good heavens!”

Nie Mingjue draws his husband’s head down onto his shoulder and smiles.

“You need higher shelves, my darling. I’ll go down to the carpenter’s guild tomorrow and commission some, and then we can keep our weapons there without worrying about the children.”

Another kiss, and then two more. “Now sleep,” he urges, with a cavernous yawn that echoes itself a moment later on Xichen‘s face. “We have much to do, and you need your rest.”

So they sleep, hand in hand and side by side, and dream of tiny, mud-splattered disciples toddling down the neat stone paths of the Cloud Recesses. A-Yuan is in the lead, no longer toddling, for he looks much older than the three-year-old Yuan’er asleep in the bed next to Xichen’s; but the child waddling at Jingyi’s heels is so small that she can hardly walk, and her tiny ears look just like Nie Mingjue’s.

“Perhaps not yet,” the Xichen in his dreams says, hopelessly fond as he leans into Mingjue’s embrace; but his eyes are damp, shining in the watery sunlight, and Nie Mingjue loves him so desperately that he thinks he might break from the force of it.

But someday, he suggests, and the answering promise is yes—yes—yes.

#nielan #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #nie mingjue #lan xichen #cultivation baby sizhui au #my fic #they're so SOFT

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Secrets | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n withholds her past from the Order of the Phoenix but it all comes loose after one eavesdropped conversation with Sirius.

Standing in the kitchen of Grimmauld Twelve after cleaning up dinner was always a fun experience. The Aurors finally allowed themselves to relax, even if it was just for a moment. Everyone could feel the amount of ease in the room, including the children. Harry Potter always remained grateful for these moments to relax. But he was never far from the woman who raised him, Y/n Lupin.

Remus was having an animated conversation with Sirius, Nymphadora, and Mad-Eye. Meanwhile, Molly, Arthur, Y/n, and the kids all spoke together, just joking around. Y/n couldn’t believe that Harry was fifteen. It felt like yesterday when he had gotten spit up all over her shirt while she tried to feed him. It was astonishing to watch Harry grow into the man Lily and James always wanted.

“ Professor Lupin! “ The Weasley twins called in symphony making both Lupins turn their way, “ The female Professor Lupin. “ Fred specified, and Remus chuckled.

The twins pulled her away into a secluded corner, “ Did you get them? “ George queried, and Y/n scoffed, “ Of course, I did. What do you take me for? A liar? “

“ Absolutely not! “ Fred replied, “ They’re all in your room. Make good work of those fireworks. “ Y/n whispered, and both boys were jumping with joy.

They bowed, “ Only for you, Professor. “

Both boys ran off to presumably go and check their new items. Y/n chuckled at their antics when arms wrapped around her waist. A chin was rested on her right shoulder, and the scratch of scruff tickled her jaw. Caramel-brown hair fading and flecked with grey obscured part of her vision. Two hands were rested on her waist—the left hand adoring a very familiar ring.

“ What have you given those mischievous boys? “ Remus asked, “ Nothing. I’m not quite sure what you’re on about? “ Y/n answered, turning to face her husband.

His eyebrow quirked, “ Okay, I made a trip to a particular store. I got them some fireworks. “ Y/n informed, “ Fireworks? “ Remus questioned.

“ They’re magical fireworks. “ Y/n stated, “ The boys like to experiment, so I let them have their fun. “

“ And that’s why you refuse to give them detention. “ Remus rolled his eyes, “ I do give them detention! “ Y/n exclaimed, pouting slightly.

“ I lecture them about all the things they did wrong. “ Y/n added before Remus could speak, “ And then I tell them how to do it better. “ She mumbled.

Her husband laughed, “ Oh, there's the marauder in you, my dear. “

There was a prominent silence between them before Remus spoke up again, “ Have you told Harry about your former last name? “

“ No, I haven’t. “ Y/n swallowed, “ He doesn’t need to know. “

“ I think he’d like to know. “ Remus replied as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, “ I think he’d like to hear all the stories about your twin brother. “

She shook her head, “ Sirius can tell him. “

“ Sirius can’t tell him everything, love. “ Remus informed sweetly, “ Only you knew James Potter since he was born. “

“ I know, I just- it’s hard. “ Y/n bit her lower lip, “ I know, darling. “ Remus responded as he pulled her lower lip from her teeth with his thumb, gently.

They stared at each other for a moment before someone interrupted, “ Y/n, I think you should talk to Sirius. “ Molly informed, and she furrowed her eyebrows, “ He showed Harry the Black Family tree. “

Molly left, and Y/n kissed her husband on the cheek, “ Talk about this later. “ Y/n whispered, leaving him.

She walked around the house. Sirius was standing in the doorway, about to close the black wooden door. Y/n only stood a couple of feet away, but he was hesitant. He didn’t want to shut the door just yet. So much history laid on the wallpaper of the room. So many awful memories. Y/n laid a hand on his shoulder gently.

“ Come on. “ Y/n beckoned as she pulled him into the room, and he shut the door behind them, “ Colloportus. “ She muttered, locking the door.

Sirius stood in front of Regulus’s name, “ Go on, speak. “ Y/n said, and Sirius sighed.

“ It was hard. Losing him, I mean. Even though we didn’t have the greatest relationship, it still felt like I should’ve been there. I should’ve protected him. He was my little brother, for Merlin’s sake. “ Sirius ranted, “ Maybe if I stayed. Maybe if I took him with me that night, this would’ve never happened.

“ Losing a brother is hard. “ Y/n began, “ It’s a pain I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, but people die. People come and go. Truth be told, there isn’t much you can do about it. “

“ My brother wouldn’t have wanted me to live my life suffering. That’s why I married Remus even if he wasn’t by my side. Even if he wasn’t the one walking me down the aisle like he promised. “ Y/n continued, and tears streamed down Sirius’ face, “ Harry still doesn’t know. “

Sirius turned faster than a threatened spider, “ What? Haven’t you told him? “

“ No. He doesn’t know. I’m Y/n Lupin to him and everyone else aside from the adults. “ She shook her head, “ To be fair, it feels nice. “

“ Call me daft, but it feels nice not to be Pity Potter anymore. It feels nice to be Professor Lupin. “ Y/n shrugged, “ You raised him, and you lied to him. “ Sirius retorted.

“ I’m not lying to him; I’m just not telling him the entire truth. “ Y/n corrected, and Sirius turned back to the family tree, “ You were never Pity Potter. “ Sirius muttered.

Y/n chuckled, “ Everyone pitied me after they died. Poor Y/n Potter. She lost her parents at seventeen, lost her brother at twenty-one, became an unexpected parent at twenty-one with her brother's son. People didn’t have to say ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ for me to see the pity in their eyes. “

“ When Regulus died, nobody even said I’m sorry. “ Sirius whispered, “ Nobody knew Regulus like you did. “ Y/n replied.

“ Regulus wasn’t meant to die. He shouldn’t have died. But he did, Sirius. “ Y/n stated, and Sirius turned to her with tear-filled eyes, “ And if your brother was anything like mine, he wouldn’t want you to sulk your entire life. He wouldn’t want you to ask yourself ‘what if’; he’d want you to live your life. “

She took steps in front of the crying man, her hands placed on his shoulders, “ Regulus Black and James Potter didn’t die because they wanted us to suffer. They died because they wanted us to live. “

“ So please. Live for them. Don’t let their death be in vain. “ Y/n said, taking Sirius in for a hug which he returned gratefully, “ Harry loves you. He likes having his godfather in his life. Live for Harry. “

Sirius nodded, and they pulled apart, “ Remus got really lucky. “

Y/n laughed, “ James used to say the same thing. “

When they left the room, it felt like time stopped. Everyone stared at them. Sirius and Y/n were given glares aside from the adults. The children looked betrayed. Harry looked almost in tears. The Weasley twins looked guilty. It seemed to freeze, and Remus looked stressed. Molly and Arthur looked disappointed in their children. Mad-Eye looked unimpressed. Nymphadora looked intrigued. Remus and Y/n exchanged looks, his saying everything– he found out.

Y/n coughed, “ Why- Why is everyone staring? “

“ You lied! “ Harry’s voice sounded heartbroken, betrayed, “ I never lied to you, Harry. I just- you never asked, and there was never a suitable time. “ Y/n tried to explain.

The extendable ear in Fred’s hand told her everything, and she took a breath, “ Harry, can we talk about this in private, please? “

Remus walked forward and took Harry from the shoulders, guiding him to their shared bedroom; once Harry was out of earshot, the Weasley twins stared at their Professor, “ I’m- I’m so sorry, Professor. We didn't- “

“ I’m not mad at you. “ Y/n interrupt, “ I’m not mad at any of you. To clear the rumors, yes, James Potter was my twin brother- “

Before Y/n could continue, Sirius interjected, “ And Y/n Lupin is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. “

“ She has suffered a more remarkable feat than any other witch I know. Y/n was the one who found Marlene McKinnon’s family dead. She watched her best friend bleed out right in front of her eyes. “ Sirius continued, and Y/n swallowed, looking at the ground, “ She watched Frank, and Alice Longbottom get tortured to insanity. “

“ And finally Y/n suffered losing her other half, James Potter and her sister in law, Lily Evans or Lily Potter. “ Sirius put two hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her, “ So before you glare at her, understand what she’s been through. Understand that she’s been tortured, hurt, and killed in more ways than one. “

Sirius still wasn’t finished, “ Her husband is a werewolf. Her husband has hurt her before, and she bears the scars. Her brother was killed. Her brother by choice- “ Sirius chuckled before he continued, “ Was sent to Azkaban for twelve years, and someone she trusted betrayed us all. “

“ Y/n Euphemia Potter-Lupin has endured more pain than everyone in this room combined. But Y/n Euphemia Potter-Lupin is always the one holding us together, the glue to this horrid new world we live in. So please, before you glare. “ Sirius repeated, “ Understand that she’s been tortured, hurt, and killed in more ways than one. “

Hesitantly, Y/n raised her head to see everyone almost in tears. The children weren’t meant to know; they weren’t meant to hear all the suffering she’s endured. It wasn’t their time yet. But as she looked up, she saw Harry and Remus. They hadn’t entirely made it to the bedroom before Sirius began talking. Tears trailed down her husband's cheek, remembering that faithful night he had broken his vows and attacked her. She didn’t blame him.

Hermione was fully sobbing. The Weasley boys had light tears falling down their cheeks. Molly cried in Arthur’s arms while he tried withholding his tears. Nymphadora and Mad-Eye looked astonished. Ron was brought into a hug by Hermione but remained shocked. Y/n didn’t quite know what to do from here. They had just heard her entire life story.

“ I’m sorry you all had to hear that. “ Y/n chuckled, “ I didn’t know Sirius was going to give you a biography on how the first wizarding war went for me. “

She swallowed, “ I’m sorry for keeping this secret from you guys. And Harry, because I know you’re only a floor above me right now in the comfort of Remus’ arms. You need to know that I love you from the bottom of my heart. I just- I just didn’t want you to find out and get too excited. “

“ But I’m your biological Aunt. I fought Dumbledore tooth and nail to take care of you. I remember sobbing and wailing in Remus’ arms because you were right there, right in front of my face, yet I couldn’t have you. “ Y/n explained, “ Vernon and Petunia are awful people. You deserved love, and you wouldn’t have gotten it there. You would’ve been an outsider your entire life. “

Y/n was sobbing as Sirius rubbed her back, her words choked up, “ B- But, I love you, Harry James Potter. “

Harry left Remus’s arms and ran down the flight of stairs. His arms took around his Aunt. The fifteen-year-old held onto his aunt closer than he could ever imagine. Remus walked down the steps slowly to take his place beside Sirius. Harry pulled away slightly, and Y/n wiped her face. Harry’s eyes had that glint of mischief James always had, and it made her want to sob all over again, but Harry spoke before she could.

“ What was your marauder name? “

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