#Punishments faced by Baby in Mother's Womb

[shenachigans]

"STEPMOM"'S FUN | Wanda Maximoff

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

CW: smut, fluff at the end (not my forte), Wanda has a cock, unprotected sex, roleplay (stepmom Wanda), mommy kink, bottom female afab reader

SUMMARY: Your “stepmom” rails you in your childhood bedroom

A/N: My smuts are rusty… Not me adding fluff to make this a bit longer, whoops.

WORDS: 1,431

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

“M-Mommy s’too much— Mmph!” Oh, how Wanda, your stepmother, would kill to hear your adorable moans all to herself. Your sweet body for her to tower over. Your plump lips to devour. Your cunt to abuse with her love for you. Wanda wants you all to herself. She wants to show the world you belong to her if not for your relationship. Wanda was your stepmother, and you were her stepdaughter. But marrying your grieving mother was the only thing she could do to keep you by her side, to have authority over, to care for you, to fuck you in your small childhood bed in your dimly-lit pastel pink room. 

“Shh… You can take it. You always do, Detka. Mgh… Fuck… D-Don’t you wanna make Mommy proud of her little baby?” Despite your teary, fucked out face, you smiled at Wanda’s stutter because it showed how good you made her feel. It shows that she loves stuffing your tight, little cunt with her girthy cock. She had only pushed the tip in, and she’s having trouble bottoming out (as usual). Not because she didn’t prep you enough, but because you are a greedy little baby, always wanting to squeeze Mommy’s special milk with your pussy. Wanda sensually rubbed your trembling thighs to ease you into welcoming her full length, whispering how a good girl you were for her to let her fuck you to oblivion. “Easy, moya lyubov…” 

Wanda’s heart swells when you helplessly whimper as you try to relax your walls while she pushes more of her cock into you. A harsh thrust, making your Mommy bottom out, had you yelping, which was cut off when her hand covered your mouth shut, your pool of tears breaking from the stimulation. “We don’t want to wake the boys now, do we?” Her hand swallowed your sobs and moans as you shook your head, not wanting to get caught even if the risk of it made you clench around Wanda, making her groan. Wanda settled with a moderate pace to get you worked up, releasing her hand from your mouth to place her hands on your waist, digging her nails into your skin to create crescents. Wanda found your pathetic attempt at keeping your moans quiet adorable. You were trying so hard to please your mommy, and she couldn’t help but fasten her pace, her tip hitting your cervix, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. As much as you both wanted to release, you wanted to savor each other's touch for as long as possible. 

“Is my baby close? Hm? Wanna come all over Mommy’s cock?” Wanda purred, pressing her body onto yours, tits rubbing against each other, forearms digging on the bed to support her weight. She swore she almost came at the sight of your blown pupils in the dark bedroom. You were so drunk from her cock that it made her heart swell with pride. “S-So close, Mommy. Wanna cum… Please? Pretty, please? Wanna have Mommy’s special milk!” Wanda chuckled at your begging. She loves how you’re so desperate for her, and she doesn’t want her baby to be denied of her high, even though she loves seeing you cry and squirm when you’re being punished for being a bad girl.

Content with you asking permission, she wraps your legs around her waist and buries her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your addicting scent. The new angle lets her pound into your spongey spot, making you see stars. You wrap your arms around her neck to pull her closer to let her rut against your fluttering walls with need, the need to fill your womb with her thick ropes of cum. “Cum for me, Detka. Show me how you love Mommy,” Wanda commanded with a grunt, her own high chasing right behind yours. Your high-pitched moans were muffled by Wanda’s shoulder as you bit into her skin, not wanting to wake the twins as your orgasm came crashing like a wave. Not long after, Wanda came inside you with a grunt of satisfaction against your shoulder. Ropes of her thick cum painting your walls white and filling your womb with her special milk, an indication that you were hers and she was yours. 

Wanda lays limp on top of you as you both regain your breaths. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she pulls out, scratching an overstimulated whine out of you before rolling off to the side of the bed. “Feel so full,” you sighed contently, placing your head on Wanda’s chest, running your fingers across the purple mark building on her shoulder. “M’sorry for the mark, Mommy…” Her eyes found yours, and hers wrinkled with contentment, while yours was from worry. Her hand gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair, as she kissed your forehead before looking into your doe eyes once more. “I love wearing your marks, Krasivaya.” A chuckle escapes your lips before snuggling into her. 

“I swear, you have wild imaginations, Wands. Who would’ve thought you wanted to roleplay a stepmother in bed.” She hummed at your comment. “Your pink room is too cute to let my fantasy go. Besides, I love it when you call me Mommy, and I know you do too. I just hope your parents and the twins didn’t hear the moans reserved for me.” A playful shove of her face made her laugh. It wasn’t long before you joined her. “I love you, Wands. Or should I say, Mommy?” Wanda seductively bit her lip. “I love you too, Y/n/n, my little baby,” she smiled and pressed her lips onto yours for a searing kiss. 

The next morning…

“Mom, Mama, did you hear the noise last night?” Tommy mindlessly asked while Billy nodded along as they ate their breakfast, breaking the ice. Your parents tried to stifle their giggles when you and Wanda froze. You almost spat your milk on the table. Almost. <They heard us…> Wanda sucked in a breath, speaking in your head, and you nodded. The twins innocently watched as you two silently communicated. Thank goodness that Billy couldn’t read your thoughts because the last thing you wanted was for Billy to read his maman’s loud, horny thoughts about his mom. <Your thoughts are really loud… Y’know that, Detka?> You groaned but quickly regained your composure when you felt your parents’ curious eyes burn holes at the side of your head.

Yes, right. Back to your children’s question. Act completely normal. Wanda definitely did not fuck you in your childhood bedroom in your parents' house last night while roleplaying a twisted fantasy of a stepmother fucking their stepdaughter. “Uh… Birds? I think you heard birds, my little goofballs.” You almost smacked the back of Wanda’s head when she snorted at your pathetic excuse. An expression of betrayal washed your features when your parents started to giggle along with your wife. “Traitors,” you gasped. The poor twins just looked at the adults with confused expressions. “But, Mama, the noises didn’t sound like birds. It sounded like someone was in pain,” Billy elaborated. You wanted to cry now. Were you that loud last night? God, they were only eight. You didn’t want Billy and Tommy to lose their innocence on something like this. Your moans were never a problem back at your place since your room was soundproof. The traitors weren’t exactly helping as they laughed even more. 

Wanda spoke, trying to help you with the twins’ curiosity. “Your mama meant that she fell off the bed last night because we couldn't fit that tiny thing, and she cried because she was in pain. She just didn’t want to be embarrassed, right, Y/n?” She looked at you, expecting to play along and agree, but she only received a scowl. Wanda was sure you were close to bursting into tears with how glossy your eyes were. Your embarrassed glare didn’t help ease the laughter. The twins grew more confused but caught the laughing disease and started laughing along with the traitors while you were left to dig a six-foot hole underground. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Maximoff.” Wanda’s giggles died down, and her face grew pale, an incredulous look on her face. “Y-You can’t do that, L/N-Maximoff!” You hummed, “Yes, I can, and you’re not gonna change my mind.” Thus, Wanda kept begging you to say otherwise the whole day, but you didn’t back down. When nightfall came, Wanda Maximoff did indeed sleep on the stiff couch, grumbling away while the twins giggled at her antics. 

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[mellowwillowy]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

sc: The Lunacy of Duke Venomania's Manga

The late Empress did not change her stoic face, her eyes merely glanced at his stiff body. This was the sign of the end of his tyranny and the beginning of her son's tyranny.

For 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 I , II , III

Warnings: Unknown and Unaware Incestcual Relationship, Attempted Murder on Reader, Mental, Physical, and Power Abuse. This is dedicated to the fic's clarity. Only read this after you finish the fics(If you are ready to cry that is).

This family is cursed, its bloodline is nothing but filled with filth and sin, all flowing in fheir body as well. This is the confession written by the late Empress to that child, the embodiment of karmic debt.

That child was born out of a heinous act of the late Emperor, the crown prince's wife was assaulted by him. She cried to me, begging for a miracle to happen, to take the baby in her womb away. She tried aborting it but was faced will countless failures as was evidently shown by her enlarged stomach.

Truth be told, I was grateful for the fact that it was her who bore it and not me. Is it a sin for me to think like this? I am merely praising God for his benevolence to me. Had it been me in her position, what would be left out of me?

The baby was born under the sky that was blanketed by stars as though all deities were laughing at its state. Not only was it an embodiment of guilt and shame, its condition was pitiful.

Am I in the wrong for praising God that my sons were born healthy and normal without any anomalies? Perhaps God started to doubt me and punish me...

The mother of that child was unhinged. It wasn't a rare sight for me to see her crying along with the baby. It wasn't rare to see its father glaring at the baby with hatred and grudge.

As time passed, the baby grew up into a toddler. One day, it crawled to me with these large eyes blanketed with the stars I saw that day on the day of their birth. It smiled at me warmly. It made me feel ashamed of how I was grateful for my fate. It made me feel guilty. With trembling hands, I embraced it. The child laughed at me and its hands flapped to my side.

Have they even been embraced by their parents?

That didn't matter. What matters is that I saw her try to murder her own child years later. I saw it. I saw it. I saw it. The pillow was placed on top of her child's face, and the child stayed still. Dead?

... if the child died... and if her crime was discovered... she would be banished... and the crown prince would be devastated and decided to descend from the throne...

That way my husband would be the next Emperor with my son, Erickson, standing next in line!

God, please forgive me for I have sinned all this time.

Forgive me for being greedy.

-- 01

In the end, I remembered how the child looked at me. It was looking at me as though I was their mother...

I yelled for the guards and they immediately separated the mother from the child. Had I not been fast with my voice and thought, I would have never been able to see the stars in their eyes.

She cursed me for doing so. My brother-in-law was not happy with me but who was I but if not the mother of this nation? Even if I wasn't the mother of this nation, I was still the mother this child wished they could have. Had I been consumed with greed completely, I would have never been able to live without guilt placed on my shoulders. The bruises and cuts on the child were merciless, inhumane.

It took 3 years for me to be able to take them into my care. It took 3 years for my brother-in-law to back away from the position. It took 3 years for me to finally be able to embrace that child again.

I introduced them to my sons, Erickson was the first to talk to them although his question was rather unethical.

"Mother! Are they a girl or a boy?"

Nonetheless, they were not hurt by that question. It made me think, that if I couldn't take them in as my child, then they would become my lady-in-waiting. Starting then, I started dressing them up in dresses, growing their hair, and teaching them the etiquette of a lady. They were smart enough to understand everything in a short time, allowing me to let them study what Erickson and Noel had been studying.

The three grew up together, they were going along with each other whims. Noel who had always been quiet once eventually opened up to them while Erickson would always try to monopolize their attention.

Erickson, there's something wrong with him ever since he was little. He didn't have the mind of children around his age, he matured too early. Noel, on the other hand, was a bit slow in his studies as he showed more passion for martial arts.

-- 02

Erickson was crowned shortly after he reached his teenage years, I am glad Noel did not show any sign of envy toward his brother. The Emperor did not oppose the idea of Noel being a knight as well.

Then, a prophet came to visit us, Her figure was hooded by a cloak but it appeared that she was a little girl of 12-year-old.

'One of your sons shall be of a priest,' she said, 'and that man would be the downfall of this nation.'

That man. Who exactly was this 'that man?' Brother-in-law was out of this nation, his whereabouts unknown.

-- ripped

Noel came to me, he insisted on his plan of marrying that child. God, what am I capable of? To tell them this bitter truth? I should have noticed how blushes crept through my son's ears whenever he was around that child. What should I do? He threatened me. He threatened me with his own life and that child's life.

'I don't have the heart to kill my family but I am well capable enough to bring who I love to my grave.'

Even if I told him the truth, he would not falter, I can see that. Because he is my son. Right? This is for his own happiness, right? What am I doing wrong God? If I ever told him that one truth, what would he do? I doubt he would just let things be. I truly doubt that's the case. Because he is capable of bringing someone he loves to his grave if he couldn't have them in this life. I don't want the two of them to die, God, am I doing this right?

Please forgive your Mother for doing this, Noel, Erickson. Mother couldn't decide what's best for everyone. Mother wants Noel to live. Mother did not realize that Noel was feeling lonely this whole time.

And I did not know Erickson was too.

'Mother, I'll be courting them as the next Empress.'

Erickson had always been the child that took what Noel had. Everything Noel had will be monopolized into, including his honor as a knight and his fiancee.

I opposed it of course, not only was it because of the filth in their blood, but they were Noel's fiancee and were incapable of bearing children.

'Mother, I don't care about my descendants. Noel could just continue it for me.'

He had no interest in looking for concubines, he was serious about them. Why? Didn't Erickson want them only because they are Noel's bethroed?

I couldn't do anything. I can't do anything. The person you two love is your Royal Uncle; how am I supposed to reveal that truth without having one of them spilling bloodshed?

I don't know. Perhaps this is my punishment. Perhaps I have always been sinful all along, feigning ignorance and self-justification, this is my punishment.

In the end, I remain selfish. I will bring this truth to the grave with me, this way everyone will be spared this unnecessary bloodshed. Noel was sent away while Erickson wedded that child.

Yes, this way, no unnecessary bloodshed would happen even though Noel had to lose his footing, literally.

-- ripped

...saw him here. There was blood all over him, with an eerie smile, he held my hands in place and said,

'Mother, I am the child of God. I am his son, and I will bring down any form of injustice.'

I trembled at his words, this form of injustice he was talking about was Erickson. In the end, he didn't kill me. My whole room was searched for something and I was locked away in the Twin Tower.

What would happen if I told them the truth now? Would it even matter?

I understand now, what I should do.

I will lock this truth into the Pandora's box so that the child won't have to feel disgusted and bathed in guilt.

I will follow him even after my death. I will follow them all.

I'm writing these all as a form of confession to the Church. May God forgive me, for I have sinned even until my last breat-

--Blood splatters

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[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝟹𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

INTJ

Slytherin (the most Slytherin Slytherin to ever exist)

Chaotic Evil

Scorpio Sun, Scorpio Moon, Capricorn Rising

Trigger Warning: mentions of torture, death, death of babies and miscarriages.

Tyanna was the daughter of a magister of Pentos. She began as a tavern dancer and rose to become a courtesan, although some claimed she was also a poisoner and a sorceress.

When Prince Maegor Targaryen returned from his exile to claim the Iron Throne, the Faith Militant was in near full control. They challenged his rule with a trial of seven, in which Maegor won but was left grievously wounded.

Maegor's second wife, Alys Harroway, returned twenty-eight days later. In her company was Tyanna, rumoured to be both Maegor's and Alys' paramour. After meeting Tyanna, Visenya gave her full care of Maegor; which troubled his supporters.

Awakening from his coma, Maegor burned the Warrior's Sons at the Sept of Remembrance atop the Hill of Rhaenys and waged war on the Faith Militant.

It was after his victory at the Great Fork of the Blackwater that Maegor returned to King's Landing and announced his intention to take Tyanna as wife. When Grand Maester Myros objected, claiming that the only true wife of Maegor's was Ceryse Hightower, Maegor killed him.

Maegor married Tyanna atop the Hill of Rhaenys, and it is said that Alys joined them on their first night of marriage.

Tyanna was mistress of whisperers on her husband's small council and was titled, 'The King's Raven.' It was said that discussing secrets in the Red Keep was foolish, as even rats and other creatures were her spies.

In 44 AC, two years after Maegor returned from exile, Dowager Queen Visenya died. In the confusion after her death, Aenys I's widow, Queen Alyssa Velaryon, fled from Dragonstone with her children and the Targaryen sword, Dark Sister.

Alyssa and Aenys's second son, Prince Viserys had been under Maegor's thumb at the Red Keep. He served as his squire, however, he was punished for his family's escape. Tyanna questioned him. For nine days straight. He died on the last day and his body was left in the town's square.

That same year, Queen Alys gave birth but it was "to a monstrosity." Queen Tyanna convinced Maegor that it was because Alys had been having secret affairs. Maegor did not believe it and called Tyanna a barren, jealous witch.

So, Tyanna gave Maegor a list of twenty men she claimed slept with Alys. This led to the extinction of House Harroway, as well as the torture and execution of dozens of alleged lovers. Tyanna tortured Alys herself. It went on for nearly a fortnight until the queen died.

Tyanna could not give Maegor an heir.

So the King wed three 'Black Brides'; Elinor Costayne, Jeyne Westerling and his niece, Rhaena, three years later.

Tyanna had to force Rhaena to be obedient by threatening her daughters, Aerea and Rhaella. Some stories claim that Tyanna gave Jeyne a fertility potion the night of the wedding but the new bride tossed it into Tyanna's face.

A year later, Queen Jeyne birthed a stillborn 'monstrosity,' and rumours spread that Maegor was cursed.

In his anger, Maegor bid two of his Kingsguard; Ser Owen Bush and Ser Maladon Moore, to bring Tyanna to the dungeons. As the torturers prepared their tools, she confessed.

Tyanna had been responsible for both Alys and Jeyne's 'abominations', claiming she had poisoned the babies in their mother's wombs. She then promised that the same fate would befall the pregnant Elinor.

Tyanna was killed by Maegor himself. He cut out her heart with Blackfure and threw it to his dogs. Two moons later, Elinor did in fact birth a stillborn 'monstrosity.'

That same year, Maegor died on the Iron Throne. His headsman, gaolers and confessors were all condemned by King Jaehaerys I Targaryen for having aided Tyanna in the death of his elder brother, Prince Viserys.

According to some rumours, Tyanna was not loved by her mother-in-law, Queen Visenya Targaryen, or by anyone else for that matter. She is remembered as a black-hearted woman who was hated and feared.

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[undertakerslxt]

Can I request undertaker x female reaper reader where, even though nobody thinks it's possible for reapers to get pregnant, reader starts having morning sickness, but her and undertaker just think she's sick and find out she's pregnant?

What would doting husband undertaker be like? What would he do the first time he feels the baby kick?

I like to think that this would only happen if two reapers have a love that is beyond the rules of the universe.

AND AUNTIE GRELL WOULD BE A THING!!!

YESSS!! omg i absolutely love this.

title; family

warnings; pregnancy, overload of cuteness and adrian being the happiest father-to-be alive (or unalive, technically).

It started out small, the signs. You would start feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. At first, it was only the feeling, but then it would turn into you bent over the toilet, throwing up. Your husband was worried the first time it happened, because reapers couldn't get sick. Or, they weren't supposed to, anyway. For one to be throwing up was a bad sign. (And he couldn't help but immediately think Thorns, even if that wasn't a typical Thorns symptom.)

But then it continued. For days. Some days, you would just curl up under the blanket and not want to be disturbed. Other days, you spent a good portion of your morning in the bathroom. On week two of this, your husband was starting to suspect you weren't actually sick at all.

But how could his suspicion be right? Reapers were dead humans, without the ability to conceive or create life.

Yet that pregnancy test on the bathroom sink said otherwise.

His wide eyes stared right back at you, then slowly drifted down to your stomach. Of course, he wouldn't see any bump yet, but there was new life in your womb. Life both of you had created.

And impossibly, his dream of being a father had come true.

You both weren't with Dispatch anymore, but you were still friends with Grelle. She had been your best friend before you left, so how could you not share this news? You also wanted answers, though. How were you pregnant?

"From all I know, it has something to do with the pureness of a reaper's love," she explained one day, sitting both of you down. "Apparently, if your love is true and pure, despite all this being a punishment, you can be rewarded with a child. Nothing is more pure than a child, so it's supposed to be a representation of your own connection. A symbol, if you will, of how strong your love is that you can overcome a fundamental reaper law and conceive."

You blinked. "So... Adrian and I's love is so strong we were able to conceive?"

"Pretty much." Her eyes lit up. "I will be the best aunt your child will ever have! I'll bring them lots of presents and show them the best ways to reap and-"

"Okay, slow down," you laughed. "One thing at a time, Grelle. First, Adrian and I need to process this."

"Well, alright, but once you're done processing, let me know. We're going to get you maternity clothes!"

Adrian was the absolute picture of a doting husband the second he had the confirmation. Not that he wasn't before, but now he was practically by your side every second. You were feeling a little suffocated, yes, but to be honest, his excitement was adorable. He had come home one day loaded with books. Not the ones of the medical variety, though. Baby names. All kinds of baby names.

You laughed as he set all of them down, spread out on the couch in your living room. You wore a silk robe, one he had gotten for you after you complained your other robe felt too itchy on your skin. Nothing but the best for the mother of my child, he'd insisted.

"Did you just go out and get all of those?" You teased, one hand resting on your swollen belly. You were five and a half months along by now, and you were getting to the point where Adrian had to do much of the work around the house by himself. "Oh my god, Adrian, how many books did you buy?"

"A book merchant owed me favors," he shrugged, a silly grin on his face. "I was quite convincing when I suggested he give all these to me."

Threatened, more like. You just smiled and shook your head, watching as Adrian sat down beside you. "I thought we wanted to wait on names until closer to my due date."

"Well, why not now? We can make a list and see what feels right then!" He leaned over to kiss you sweetly, one hand rubbing your bump. "I want to be completely prepared for our child, luv."

"In that case, I cannot argue." You sighed contentedly as you laid back down. "Damnit. I forgot my water again."

"I'll get it." He was immediately up to go get it. You heard him shuffling in the kitchen for a moment, before he went quiet. Then... "Luv, no offense, but perhaps I should take care of doing the dishes from now on."

With a frown, you struggled up and walked over to the kitchen. "What? Why?"

He chuckled as he glanced towards the sink, where... Oh. You had been making a snack earlier, and put the dirty plate in the sink and the celery in the fridge. But apparently, pregnancy brain had kicked in again, because the celery was in the dirty dish pile. You didn't need to look to know the dish was probably in the fridge. "Ah... Perhaps you might be right. In my defense, I got hungry!" You whined playfully. "You can't hold this against me."

"I will certainly tease you about it," he laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nonstop."

"Hey! I am carrying your child, so I'm sorry if I got things mixed up." You pouted, making him kiss your cheek.

"And you look absolutely beautiful while doing both," he reassured you. You couldn't stay mad while he was being all doting, so you sighed and gave in.

"You'd better think so." You poked his nose playfully before waddling back to your place on the couch. You winced, suddenly. "Adrian!"

He practically came running, worried something had happened by the tone of your voice. "What?!" You just grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly, shushing him. A moment passed, then... The baby kicked again, and his eyes widened.

"Was that...?"

"That was our baby, my love. They kicked!"

He knelt in front of you, keeping his hand there. "Hi, baby," he whispered, kissing your belly. "Can you hear me? It's your father."

"I don't know if they can hear you," you teased.

"If you can, I want you to know I love you so much already. Your mother and I cannot wait to meet you," he continued, smiling up at you. Nothing came again, and you saw how he looked quite disappointed, but you reassured him there would be more kicks.

Three and a half months passed by rather quickly, leading to the birth of your very healthy baby girl.

She was the most precious thing in the universe. You stared at your daughter in awe as she slept in your arms, face scrunched up. Adrian was right beside you, sniffling quietly. Your husband rarely ever cried, but you would be upset if the birth of his own daughter wasn't one of the times he did. "She's beautiful," you whispered.

"Absolutely perfect," he agreed softly. "Both of my girls are. I... I can't thank you enough for giving me a family, my love. I never thought..." His voice broke. "I'm a father. I'm really a father now..."

"And I know you'll be the best one ever."

You went to say more, but you were interrupted by Grelle coming into the room in a flurry of excitement. "Is that her?!" She gasped excitedly, leaning over you. "She's beautiful, darling! Lots of hair for a newborn!"

You rolled your eyes in amusement, but you were happy your daughter would have an aunt. And one sure to be as crazy and wonderful as Grelle.

You loved your family.

#undertaker x reader #kuroshitsuji #black butler #undertaker #undertaker x reader fluff

[agnezluf]

A Kind Goblin’s Bird

Plot : 8/10

The yandere : 6.5/10

Artwork : 8/10

Author : AB, 8cat

Artist : 8cat

In this manhwa’s world, twin babies are superstitiously seen as something bad. The old lady tale says that a Goblin sometimes lays an egg inside women’s womb, so one of the twin is not a human, but a goblin monster. So what would happen when the mother of the twin is an empress of a kingdom?

The goblin prince who has to wear mask all of his life sees ‘the bird’ in one fateful meeting. “The bird” is a nameless girl who can grant wishes through her songs. Her singing captivates him, they fall in love and the story then depicts their journey of loving and healing each other. She was abused, traumatised and scared, so he named her, loved and protected her. All his life, he was a second choice, betrayed, and lonely, so she healed him and gave him a real family.

This one is unexpectedly sweet for the dark build up. The smut is tender, their interaction is kind. I prefer my yandere read to be a bit more twisty, but from time to time, I enjoy sweet reading like this one (just not too often though, I got no sweet tooth).

The yandere in this story gets a low mark, because I like them a bit more protective and unhinged. I know in the set up of this story, the goblin prince carried a deep wound in his heart, triggered by his mother’s rejection. This affected his confidence and bearing when facing the royal family. So it makes sense how in the beginning, he was a bit helpless against them. However, it is unforgivable how he let Young Young faced his mother alone, knowing well, how unhinged her mother can be and how defenceless the bird is. As a yandere, he failed to protect his love.

You could see that “the death” of the main female character became the catalyst of the goblin prince’s decision to usurp power and get rid of his twin brother and mother. He was incredibly inventive regarding his punishment, I can give him that. But I want more detail of his wrath, anguish and regret. It was too fast, and suddenly the goblin prince and his bird are reunited. There were also hints of confinement, where the prince locked Young Young inside a cage hidden palace with layers of protection, but it was not detailed enough. Thus, the low yandere score.

#male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere recommendations #maleyandere #yandereboy #yanderemale #yandere boys #yanderemales #manhwa recommendation #nez manhwa review #8cat #completed yandere #smut yandere #yandere smut #7.5/10 #male yandere review #yandere males #yandere review #yandere man #yandere rec #a kind goblin’s bird

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "Fusion of Love"

Long time ago, Saphira Announce her pregnancy to her Husband Name "Dorian Montgomery Witcher" (married for 5 years) And her Father and Mother In law, They were So thrilled But Dorian….Did not..He flipped out but then His father said to him after grabbing his ear and said,

Mr. Witcher: "Cut your Hissy Fit Mister!, I Will not be tolerated with your Behavior like that! Your going to be a father weather you Like it or not! Now Stop Acting like a Child and Be a Man!"

His Father scolded him..and then he warns him if he ever mistreated saphira Like that or anything "Unthinkable" Act Towards Saphira Will be Having a Serious "Hell-to-pay" Punishment. His Parents is Strict and all..But..Sadly..Dorian wouldn't listen to his parents…so he began to Treated saphira as a slave..but She told him that the doctor told her to get some bed rest And Dorian refuse to listen to the Doctor as well..He Demands a Dna Test..but during that time..he was so abusive so much..he began to lay hands on her everytime he gets pissed off..and on the forth month…Saphira Caught him with a Mistress…and she was so stressful and angry..She Yelled at him about the affair..but then..He goes to her and Beat saphira right infront of his mistress and to that point..he Punch saphira right on the belly so hard..the blood came between her legs…and the mistress screams and calls the ambulance…When The ambulance arrived…they took her to the hospital….Sadly..the Doctor informs saphira that..the Babies Died in the womb, She was Devastated..her in law came and heard what happen…They comfort her until Dorian came in and celebrated but then His father Smacked his face with a belt and he said,

Mr. Witcher: "WHAT IN DEVILS NAME ARE YOU CELEBRATING ABOUT!!?? YOU JUST KILLED YOUR OWN CHILDREN!! HOW COULD I RAISE A SON WHO LAYS HANDS ON A PREGNANT WIFE!!??"

Dorian: Scoffs "I Don't care, I bet that kid isn't mine! So I took the Dna test so I can see if its true"

Mr. Witcher:SMACK " How Dare you, Speak ill about your Own Children like this!? You Knew Damn well thats your children! Not only that Your with a Mistress huh!? I Oughta Give ya a Serious beaten to get your act straight!"

His Father gave him a Harshful beaten..after that Dorian is all beaten up and so does the Mistress..turns out the mistress is pregnant and his father was Fuming with rage. His Mother was so ashamed of him…and then The Dna test proves that He is the father..Then Dorian realized what he did..But it was too late..Saphira was Fuming in rage and she said," Thats it Dorian, For 5 years we wanted children so much..and now you Killed them Just you wanted to become irresponsible So you can be with this! MISTRESS!!!" She growls and then She grabbed the Divorce paper and smacked him with it. "I Will make sure your going to pay me big time along with your Mistress here! And we are through! you've killed my kids and abuse me! I'll sue you for damages and the abuse…so you better be prepared to go to prison! cause your going to have a Taste of your own medicine!" After His parents Force Dorian to sign it..and he and his mistress was force to pay compensation money for damages and the abuse…She began to Sell Dorian stuff for money as punishment as well…After that, She moves out from the town in tears..She was heartbroken when she lost her babies..But she Knew She had Enough Of Dorians troubling antics and she said, "I Don't know what the hell did I see in him when we were dating!?, if I ever go back in time, I oughta slap myself and tell me to NEVER Date that Scumbag!" She was so angry and hurt at the Same time…

6 years later…

Saphira lived in the Nice Big Country Side and have a Big and Beautiful manor..She sits down with a sigh, she was relieved that she doesn't want to hear about her sorry excuse ex-husband and His no-good Mistress of his…So She is finally free..But she felt lonely since the Divorce..But She was greeted by a Sweetest Gentlemen who's Heart stolen by Saphira's beauty and Her kind Heart…Everyone in this Whole town knew what Happen to her 6 years ago..they feel sorry for her, But however those two gentlemen wanted her to be happy…But they wanted to be with her at the same time…But There is a Solutions, They Decided to Go to the Mad Scientist who Creates a Fusion serum…So the mad scientist was listening two gentlemen name (you muse 1 and 2 names) about having feelings to saphira..so he handed a fuse serem and they began to leave…and then one of them said…..

#Open rp #Drama #Romance #Summer #either Dbz #or something else.. #fantasy #fusion romance

[epistrefei]

HERE is what i have done so far of the timeline (below the cut bc its SO long)

mentions of war, violence, SA, radical religion, drugs, etc

1674 BC - Artemis & Apollo are born to Zeus and Leto. Hera forbids Leto from giving birth on land or water, but the free-floating island of Delos disobeys, allowing her to give birth there. This subsequently roots the island in that place.

Artemis was born first, as it was nighttime, and then acted as a midwife to Leto to deliver Apollo secondly due to his patronage of the sun.

1674 BC - Leto takes Artemis and Apollo to Lycia to bathe and drink from a spring there. The peasants prevent this by stirring up the muddy water and Leto turns them into frogs out of anger.

1674 BC - Zeus kidnaps Apollo and Artemis from Delos to fight Python.

1673 BC - Artemis first hunts at Agrae of Athens after her arrival from Delos.

1673 BC - The cult of Artemis, "Artemis Agoraea", is born in Olympia. The tradition of making a slaughter sacrifice to the Goddess is originated.

1664 BC - First Olympic games

1654 BC - Pandora opens a jar gifted to her and suffers the consequences

1650 BC - The River God Alpheus is in love with Artemis but realizes that he cannot have her heart. When Artemis and her companions at Letronoi go to Alpheus, she becomes suspicious and covers her face with mud to hide from him.

1648 BC - Alpheus attempts to rape Artemis' attendant Arethusa. Artemis takes pity on her and saves her, turning her into a spring in the temple of Artemis Alphaea in Letrini, where the Goddess and her retinue drink.

1630 BC - Bouphagos thinks of raping Artemis. She reads his thoughts and strikes him down at Mount Pholoe.

1628 BC - the Titans attempt to gain power once more but are defeated by the Gods. Atlas is punished by being made to carry the sky. Typhon is defeated and trapped under Mount Etna, a volcano.

1460 BC - Zeus sends a flood to destroy all of mankind after Lycaeon outrages the Gods. Deucalion and his family escape after Prometheus tells them to build an Ark.

1420 BC - Persephone is abducted by Hades.

1415 BC - Artemis saves the infant Atalanta from dying of exposure after her father abandoned her. She sent a female bear to nurse the baby and was then raised by hunters. Atalanta participated in the Calydonian boar hunt and drew first blood, thus winning the hide. She later hung it up in a sacred grove at Tegea as a dedication to Artemis.

1365 BC - Perseus is born.

1363 BC - Apollo and Coronis, Princess of Thessaly, fall in love and become pregnant. While Apollo was away, Coronis began an affair with a mortal man named Ischys. Artemis kills Coronis for this insult against her brother, and Asclepius is born from the dead mother's womb.

1350 BC - Daphnis, a young boy of Hermes, is accepted as a follower of Artemis. He often accompanied her hunting and entertained her with pastoral songs and playing the pan pipes.

1344 BC - Pegasus is born from Medusa's blood after Perseus slays her.

1300 BC - Niobe boasts that she is a better mother than Leto, as she has seven daughters and seven sons in comparison to Leto's Apollo and Artemis. Artemis uses her arrows to kill all of Niobe's daughters while Apollo uses his to kill all of her sons. Their father Amphion, upon seeing his children dead, was struck down by Apollo after swearing revenge. Niobe fled back to Mount Sipylus and was turned to stone. Water poured from her petrified complexion unceasingly.

1286 BC - Herakles is born.

1284 BC - Artemis and Britomartis become lovers, the latter being a hunting Goddess worshipped primarily in Crete. It is rather short-lived, as Britomartis transforms into another aspect of herself known as Aphaea, losing her memories in the process.

1283 BC - Artemis kills Adonis, Aphrodite's mortal consort, for slaying one of her favorite hunters, Hippolytus.

1271 BC - Theseus is born.

1270 BC - All of Greece is plagued by earthquakes and famine.

1268 BC - Broteus, a famous hunter, refuses to honour Artemis and boasts that nothing can harm him—even fire. Artemis drives him mad and causes him to walk into fire on a pyre as a sacrifice , thus ending his life.

1258-1246 BC - The Labours of Herakles take place.

1252 BC - Theseus kills the Minotaur at the center of the labyrinth built by Daedalus.

1246 BC - the birth of Achilles.

1246 BC - The voyage of Jason and the Argonauts.

1245 BC - Orpheus tries to rescue Eurydice.

1243 BC - Actaeon, a hunting companion of Artemis, finds Artemis naked while bathing in her sacred spring and attempts to force himself upon her. Artemis says that he is welcome to share his tale of seeing her in such bareness—if he can manage to share it at all, and she turns him into a stag while setting his own hunting dogs into a frenzy, tearing him apart and consuming him.

1232 BC - The twin sons of Poseidon and Iphimedeia, Otos and Ephialtes (thus known as the Aloadae), grew enormously from a young age. They were aggressive and skilled hunters that could not be killed except by each other. They boasted that as soon as they grew tall enough to reach the heavens, they would take Hera and Artemis as wives. All of the Gods feared them except for Artemis—she turned into a deer and leapt in between them, causing them to throw their spears at one another and resulting in their deaths.

1226 BC - Herakles dies and becomes a God after the Oracle of Dodona predicted such 15 months before.

1215 BC - Agamemnon restored as king of Mycanae.

1210 BC - Orion, a close friend and hunting companion of Artemis, is accidentally killed by her when Apollo deceives her with an archery competition. Fearing that she would fall in love with Orion and marry him, thus breaking her vow, he challenges Artemis while Orion is swimming far away in the sea. He wagers that she cannot shoot the "small dot" in the sea—Artemis, eager to prove being the better archer, shoots and kills him. She placed Orion among the stars in her grief.

1206 BC - Theseus is killed.

1193-1183 BC - the siege of Troy. Artemis halts the winds blowing the Greek ships, stranding the fleet in Aulis after King Agamemnon kills her sacred deer. Artemis demands the sacrifice of his daughter Iphegenia as compensation, however she saves the girl just as she is about to be burnt at the altar and leaves a deer in her place. She brings Iphegenia to Tauris where she led the priests for worship to Artemis.

Artemis supports the Trojans in the war and lures Hera into battle. However, Hera holds her and beats her with her own bow, causing the Goddess to flee to Zeus in angry tears while Leto followed with her bow and arrow.

1190 BC - Artemis stops an invasion of the Amazons at Pyrrichos in Laconia.

1188 BC - Chione, beloved by Hermes and Apollo, says she is more beautiful than Artemis for making two Gods fall in love with her. Artemis promptly shoots off her tongue, thus muting her, as Hermes and Apollo protect her from Artemis' full wrath.

1183-1173 BC - The Odyssey.

1183 BC - In the Odyssey, Artemis descends from a peak and travels along the ridges of Mount Erymanthos that was sacred only to the Mistress of the animals. When the Goddess became wrathful, she would send Erymanthian boar to lay waste to the fields. Artemis brought immediate death with her golden arrows. In the Iliad, Hera stresses the wild and darker side of her character and accuses her of being "a lioness between women".

1180 BC - In the Iliad, Artemis kills the daughter of Bellerophon after he angers the Gods by attempting to fly Pegasus to Mount Olympus.

1160 BC - Zeus' gigantic son Tityos attempts to rape Leto. She called to her children for help, and Artemis and Apollo were quick to rain their arrows down upon him, killing the giant.

1100 BC - Callisto, a beautiful nymph, is the second in command of Artemis' retinue. She pursues her Lady for quite some time, having fallen in love with her, and eventually they begin a secretive relationship. Zeus comes to Callisto in the form of Artemis and seduces her, thus making her pregnant. This greatly angers Hera who turns Callisto into a great bear, which Artemis mistakenly shoots and kills. In her grief, she transforms Callisto and her unborn son into the constellations Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.

1101-1150 BC - the Iron Age/dark age of Greece begins, humans and the Gods distance themselves from one another.

880 BC - Homer writes his poems.

600 BC - Classical antiquity begins. Ancient Greece is characterized here until 600 AD.

500-499 BC - Artemis engages in a brief but intense relationship with the archaic poetess Sappho while masquerading as a huntress on the island of Lesbos. She often brought Sappho's family bounty in exchange for coin, as they were one of the wealthy in Mytilene.

509 BC - The beginning of the Roman Republic which overthrew the Roman Kingdom. This is the era of classical Roman civilization. During this period, Rome expanded to rule over the Mediterranean.

493 BC - Artemis is venerated by the great general Themistocles and builds a temple in her honour as well as a statue. This births the epithet Artemis Aristobule, meaning the best advisor.

490 BC - the Persians are defeated.

447 BC - The Parthenon is built.

440 BC - Herotodos writes his stories.

332 BC - Alexander III conquers Egypt.

330 BC - Alexander III conquers Persia.

146 BC - Greece is annexed by the Roman Republic during the Battle of Corinth.

51 BC - Cleopatra rules Egypt.

50-40 BC - Artemis travels between Egypt and the Roman Republic guised as a diplomat alongside her sister Athene.

44 BC - Julius Caesar is murdered shortly after being named dictator for life.

30 BC - Cleopatra and Marcus Antonius commit suicide.

27 BC - End of the Roman Republic marked by Marcus Antonius and Cleopatra's defeat at the battle of Actium in 31 BC. The granting of the Senate's powers to Octavian as Augustus effectively made him Emperor and ended the Republic.

Beginning of the Roman Empire.

16 AD - Laphria, a festival in honour of Artemis, is observed every year in Patras where a sanctuary of Artemis Laphria is located on the acropolis. This festival is unique to Patras and included many animal sacrifices as well as fruit from trees.

14 AD - Death of Augustus Caesar.

37 AD - Death of Emperor Tiberius.

41 AD- Emperor Caligula is assassinated.

54 AD - Emperor Claudius dies and Nero succeeds.

68 AD - Nero commits suicide.

79 AD - the destruction of Pompeii due to Mount Vesuvius' eruption. The Gods quarrel over their involvement. Artemis and Apollon attempt to save as many children as possible and largely fail without assistance.

106-117 AD - the Roman Empire at its largest. The Gods are primarily worshipped as their Roman counterparts. Artemis is known as Diana.

126 AD - Hadrian completes the Roman pantheon.

393 AD - The Pythia, Oracle of Delphi, gives her last prophecy to Emperor Theodosius I: "Tell the King that my hall has fallen to the ground. Phoibos no longer has his house, nor his mantic bay, nor his prophetic spring; the water has dried up."

380 AD - Christianity is declared heretical.

395 AD - The Roman Empire splits into the West Roman Empire and the East Roman Empire.

476 AD - the end of classical antiquity and Ancient History.

The West Roman Empire collapses.

The Middle Ages begin, also known as the Dark Ages due to very little being recorded.

1204 AD - The East Roman Empire collapses and is divided into Greek and Latin realms.

1261 AD - Constantinople and the East Roman Empire recovers, although only has regional power, the rest of the territories annexed by the Ottoman Empire.

Christianity is widespread and the Gods are no longer worshipped as widely. They lose power and influence and retire to the shadows before modern history.

1450 AD - The early Modern Era is characterized until 1750 AD. Marked by those such as Leonardo Da Vinci, William Shakespeare, Johann Sebastian Bach, etc.

1453 AD - The East Roman Empire (the Byzantine Empire) collapses. Constantinople falls to the Ottoman Empire, which is succeeded by most Mediterranean countries as we know them today.

1650 AD - The Age of Reason characterized until 1800 AD.

1800 AD. - The Modern Era characterized until present day.

1820 AD - Fatigued by internal discord within his family, the Greek pantheon, and his immortality, Zeus steps down as King of Olympus. He retires to the mortal plane and breaks contact with all of the Gods, becoming reclusive.

1822 AD - After a brief power struggle, Hera maintains her title as Queen of Olympus, although assumes a leadership role among the Gods.

1823 AD - Apollo distances himself from Artemis and Leto and becomes recluse.

1853 AD - Most of the Greek pantheon have deserted Olympus and either seek isolation or solace in hedonism. Some even try to live among mortals.

1854 AD - Artemis sequesters herself among the wilderness and travels as a pelt merchant and huntress through Northern Canada.

1870 AD - In America, Artemis travels by horseback as a merchant for some years. She spends much time exacting petty revenge on men who cross her path or mistreat their wives and children.

1900 AD - Ares and Apollo begin collaborating to bring about the end of times and start attempting to recruit other Gods to their cause. They abandon their duties.

1911 AD - Dionysos complains of frequent nonsensical visions that are not contributed to drugs.

#lore #ooc #tw violence #tw SA #tw religion #tw drugs

[kxruyucu]

A father he has never met, Ethan; they died before he was even born. How unfortunate; they would have been his friend too, his support when he needed one, his whole world. He clutches the diary his mother handed him, filled with memories of them. They would listen to the noise he made in the womb, hand would feel his kicking, their impatience for him to be born makes them tease and guess the color of his eyes to match theirs. They would sing to him, play the guitar for him. They were already a GOOD FATHER before he is allowed into this world— Then they left. ❝ Wish I met him.. ❞

A mother who bore with his frequent kicks for nine months in their womb, a weight not only physical but played on their mentality as well. Freya. They were good, until they decided to leave him with a stepfather he would believe to be his blood one. The MONSTER being good to him and bad only to them was their defense, a false one for he SUFFERED hell with this man. He met them later, reunited briefly before they are assassinated by the same man who took everything and everyone dear to him. ❝ I.. I’m tryin’ t’ forgive her.. ❞

A baby brother he found amidst looking for a lost friend, a surprise that was pleasant even if worrying for they should not be left with his stepfather, believing them to be his real father at the time. His name was Theo, and he ADORED them from the moment they stopped crying and laughed at his silly faces, cooed and calmed when in his arms. It didn’t last long; his newly made enemy decided to send their men to punish him for having influence on their son, Harold, a best friend who would become a brother to him, the one he was looking for when he found Theo instead. His baby brother was SNATCHED from his arms, SUFFOCATED slowly before BURNING to ashes all while he was made to watch, a memory ENGRAVED in his mind, the reason he is so adamant to take vengeance with bloody hands. ❝ I miss him… ❞

A stepfather he believed his whole life to be his real one, Oliver. They had tried to suffocate and kill him ever since he was an infant, but they failed; their hatred for him ignited when his mother left, getting the opposite effect the latter wanted. He suffered their brutality, their cruel acts of USING him to deliver their drugs, to offer him to be played with especially when their customers were into such ATROCIOUS acts. They sometimes did it themself just to scare him, but he never wore his feelings on his face with them, neither with their customers. They had TORMENTED him in every way possible. He will never forgive them, especially for using his mother’s frozen ova to bring a little brother into their cruel life. ❝ I sometimes allow meself t’ believe in hell just t’ imagine him burnin’ there! ❞

The family would not be complete without mentioning his best friend and brother from another mother, Harold. They met him in the weirdest of circumstances, him saving the kid their age who dared to be disrespectful towards them, an act he condemned and told them that killing would not teach a lesson but make their suffering quicker and easier, and it was that hint of CRUEL JUSTICE that brought them together. They were inseparable, until their uncle decided they should, convincing him to trade his presence beside his friend with their safety. He chose their safety and left without a word, TRIGGERING the worst in them when he did. He would come back looking for them later against his words to the threat before, and it would cost him to lose a baby brother he had just met, to be injected with an experiment that should have killed him slowly but didn’t. Oh how he wishes it did. When they met again, they were enemies unaware of each other’s identities, until they were, and it took long enough for them to understand where he came from, how he had NEVER abandoned them, and he stuck with them even when they changed, becoming a MONSTER only he knew how to look at its softness, the little good in them. Then they stab him in the back, investigating and manipulating his mind. Unforgivable. He forgave them when their sentiments for him were confusing, a mix of love, lust and obsession; he knew how to deal with them. Stabbing his back was not. He left without a word purposely this time, never forgiving them, until they came to him despite the DANGER to their life just so they can save his, and they paid the price with their life. It still eats on him, the GUILT of being akin to foreigners at their last encounter, the visions of them showered with bullets in front of his eyes to their DEATH still haunts him. ❝ I wanted to tell him.. I forgave him.. ❞

Another brother he did not share their blood, but they shared Harold, their younger brother, Jacob. They were pulled into the mess of their brother and uncle, they were USED by their own father and their prostitution customers. They were INNOCENT in so many ways, made it look like as if they were younger than him even when it was the opposite. He would look after them, share his food with them no matter how little so they didn’t go hungry. He would always feel for them, even when they made mistakes with their husband later on; they were through enough, they will get better if given the chance, hopefully. ❝ He deserved better! Still does! ❞

@bruz3r : 👨‍👩‍👦 for liam

#☯ // answers #bruz3r #☯ 「 ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ 」// character study #☯ 「 ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ 」// headcanons #「 ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ 」// father #☯ 「 ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ 」// mother #☯ 「 ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ 」// theo #☯ 「 ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 」// harold #☯ 「 ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ 」// jacob #[I tried my best to be brief ;u;] #[he makes me sad :( ]

[icanttalkimhavingacrisis]

Ada & Eve

“I have an idea.” Lilith turned to Jane. “What for?” “What we should do next - in our search for answers.” Lilith wrung her hands, nervous. She stood up from the armchair she sat upon, facing the other from above. “I think we should go back to The Valley.” “And what will this give us?” Jane sipped at her tea, eyes regarding Lilith cautiously. “I will play the violin,” Lilith started explaining, “with the intention of peering into the past. Perhaps The Valley can tell us how I found myself there?” “It sounds dangerous.” Jane sighed, placing her cup on the crowded coffee table. “But it’s a place to start. Let us go, then. Best to do this before dark.” Jane got up from the couch and the two left Lilith’s apartment, Lilith with her violin on her back and Jane with a satchel thrown over her body, containing within it all those things that Lilith would usually take with her to The Valley - things that reminded her of the world outside the forest.

They entered The Valley all too soon - it was exactly as they left it. Jane placed the satchel cautiously under the hawthorn and began unpacking it - she took out a blanket, a copy of crime and punishment, and a small analogue radio. She raised two thumbs at Lilith, who nodded and started playing her elegy.

The music filled the air, and stayed within it long after Lilith had finished playing. Those gentle notes - they hung in the air like an unfinished symphony. Lilith looked around herself, and found The Valley had been changed. The grasses were much taller - the clearing itself much larger, full of rolling hills. The babbling brook was more so a river - and the old hawthorn was nowhere to be seen. Lilith turned to Jane, violin hanging limply at her side. She smiled at Jane. “I’m alright”, she seemed to say. “It worked”. Jane nodded, smiling back at Lilith. She stood up from the blanket and walked up to Lilith. She placed a finger to her lips, and pointed at the hills in the distance, where two figures were visible, walking up the hill. The closer they came, the more evident their nature was. Therein walked two women, hand in hand - and with a sudden realisation Lilith recognised the striking resemblance to herself in one of them - she saw a mother - possibly her own - walking with her upon her arm. Lilith felt warm tears sprout to her eyes - she never estimated just how moved she would be to see the woman who had raised her, a woman she had no memory of. And yet - this woman was not her blood mother, Lilith was certain of it. Why then, was the woman so incredibly similar to Lilith - so much so, that standing next to her, Lilith would look akin to a younger version of the woman. The woman was soothing the child - the young Lilith. Beside her was another woman - one with flowing blonde hair, similar to that of Caterina. She was pregnant - and within a moment Lilith realised - the child within her womb was the friend of her childhood days. The blonde woman turned to the other.

“What shall you name this child, Eve?” She asked. “I shall name her Lilith,” Eve replied, “for she came to me within the night. Here she shall be safe - she will grow alongside the child you carry under your heart, and they shall care for each other.” Here she grew sad. “I only wish I could witness her grow. I have only known her for a moon - but I love her as though my own kin.” “Do not lose hope, Eve.” The other woman smiled. “Perhaps we will find a way to stay beside our children.” “Perhaps, Ada. Perhaps…” Eve looked wistfully at the clouds.

In a moment, the world was changed. The Valley appeared the same - but Lilith and Jane could feel the shift in time. The two women sat on the grass, the blonde holding in her arms a baby girl. “What shall you call her, Ada?” “Caterina.” Ada replied. The young version of Lilith cooed, crawling over to the young Caterina. “Catty.” the little Lilith smiled , placing her little hands on the shoulders of Caterina, eyes large and loving. Ada and Eve laughed, and the scene changed once more.

It was now night. Ada and Eve stood over the two girls as they slept - they couldn’t have been older than five. Ada cried silently. “Oh, must we truly leave them?” Ada asked. Eve hugged her companion. "I understand your misery, Ada.” She soothed the woman, stroking her hair. “Alas, we both knew this day would come. They will be safe here, I promise.” “I cannot leave them… I cannot…” Ada held back a hiccup. Eve looked over at the young Lilith, tears glinting in her eyes. All at once, an idea flashed in them, and she turned to her companion. “I think…” she looked around herself, as though scared. She returned her gaze to Ada. “I think I have an idea. But know this - if we choose to stay this way, you will never again speak to your Caterina. You will only be able to watch her from afar.” “It is better, I think, than not being able to watch her at all.” Ada said, feverishly. “Let us do it.” Eve nodded.

The two women shared one last hug, and went their separate ways. Lilith saw Ada walk into the river - the babbling brook, her River of Sorrows - and become one with it, dissolving into its waves. She saw Eve climb the little hill, stand firmly at its peak and whisper a gentle spell - she saw the valley grow small, into the clearing she remembered from my youth, the hills grow flat, the river grow small. After she was certain she did well, Eve closed her eyes, and became surrounded by a mysterious glow. She grew taller, her hair grew longer. Lilith realised with a gasp, that Eve had become that old Hawthorn - her closest companion through all those years of grief. As the dawn began to settle on the clearing from her youth, and Lilith blinked back the tears that threatened to form in her eyes, all became as it was in the present, and the past became memory once more.

Lilith turned to Jane. Jane nodded, taking Lilith’s hand. They took all they brought with themselves, and left quietly, as though unwanted visitors. Jane took the violin case from Lilith, feeling that it might be a burden now. “I’m sorry,” Lilith said quietly. “What for?” Jane tilted her head. “I brought you out here, and we aren’t even closer to understanding anything.” “That’s not true.” Jane smiled softly. “We know your mom is a tree.” Lilith laughed. “Yeah, well.” She dried off her eyes on her hand. “We also know she isn’t my mother.” “True.” Jane sighed. “You really are a conundrum, you know that?” “I know.” Lilith smiled at Jane. They left the forest behind, turning back to the town they had come to call home.

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[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Vassal of the King (part 8)

Frerin x OFC

Author's annotations are here!

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Frerin is one hundred and twenty years old on the day he finds himself at a crossroad.

It is a difficult period for both of them. Verdandi's mother, mistress Sigyn, has passed into the Halls a month ago, throwing the Dwarf woman into despair; she cries constantly, and does not get out of the house unless she really cannot help it, spending hours alone in her room. Frerin, who has known the same pain and the same loss when he was still a boy (sometimes he thinks it is a good thing his mother never saw her family wandering around Middle-earth without a home and her husband lose his mind and disappear, but her death on the day of Smaug's attack is an agony he knows he will never heal from) does his best to comfort and console her, but he does not know how, and no matter how strong and deep is the love and the affection between them, and while she appreciate the effort, he has the impression his wife does not actually wants him around.

Verdandi, who is always happy to share her joy and help those in need, is private in her pain; she hides her sadness, her tears, not so much pretending everything is all right but withdrawing into herself, bearing her loss in private and behind a shut door. Frerin's by now familiar sense of helplessness returns once more, and the thought that his wife does not want him close in a moment like that wounds him, but he hopes that the baby Verdandi is carrying in her womb will give her the strenght to keep going and to smile again.

Four weeks later (in a terrible, bloody day in which Skuld comes see him at the forge in the middle of the morning, and Frerin understands what has happened without the need for his sister-in-law to speak, looking at her ashen face and red eyes is enough) Verdandi loses the baby. Skai has no idea why: the Dwarf woman is young and healthy, and the sadness for the loss of her mother did not cause her to neglect her health or to forget their unborn baby needed to be taken care of. Still, it happens, and the sibling she and Frerin had hoped to give Sindri passes into the Halls, before their parents had had the time to give them a name, too small to even reveal whether they would have been a boy or a girl.

Frerin is beside himself with pain. He cries every night, all night, asking Mahal the reason for that tragedy, and tormenting himself with the (completely unreasonable; but if there has been a moment in his life he has been able to think clearly, this is not it) suspicion the Maker is punishing him for running away from his duties towards his family and kin. He holds Sindri against him, he brings the child wherever he goes, including the forge, which the child had until now been forbidden to enter out of fear he might hurt himself, prey of an irrational but persistent fear something terrible might happen to him as well, if Frerin is not there to protect him. Quiet, reserved Sindri does not ask questions, but uncle Skai has explained to him the loss of the little sibling he had not even known of until then, and he does his best to comfort his parents with his love: he hugs them, kisses them, keeps them company and attempts to distract them as often as he can. It helps, very much, but it is not enough, not yet.

Verdandi has closed into herself even more than before, hiding her guilt and hatred for herself behind walls so high not even her sister, and her child, and her husband, can reach her. At night, she lies on the bed, unmoving, turning her back to Frerin to clearly communicate she does not wish to be touched, in any way. Frerin is tormented by the suspicion his wife blames him for what has happened, since he had been the one to propose they try for another child and even if she had enthusiastically accepted. A distance has grown between them, where before they were so close, physically (even though abstinence is the least of his worries, since he would rather wait before trying again as well, and his libido has never been so low) and spiritually, a gesture or a look were enough to make each of them perceive what the other was thinking; he fears the tragedy they suffered will destroy his family, and everything he and his beloved, darling wife have built together, all the happy moments and the hopes for their future. It is a terrifying prospect, enough to keep him awake at night, praying and tormenting himself as he searches for a solution.

Had the child been a boy, they would have named him Thorin; Verdandi had been the one to propose it, and Frerin had loved her for that.

It is in moment like this that he wishes the most his mother and sister were still with him; as women, they could perhaps help him decide how to best comfort his wife. But his mother has passed into the Halls years ago (and maybe she is with the baby now, as is mistress Sigyn; it is a sweet thought, even though it does not help either) and Dís is almost as far from him, and no matter how fond Frerin is of Skuld, and Skai, and the good Dwarves of Tharak Bazan, there is no one he can ask for help. He is worried for his wife and her well-being, and for Sindri, who is naturally affected by the tension infecting the house like a plague, and then he has his own pain to deal with, the sense of loss and mourning for something that was as little as his finger and still so precious, a darkness that no one and nothing can seem to help him find a light in...

One day, two months after Verdandi's miscarriage, Skai comes see him at the forge minutes before he is meant to close; the two reach the closest tavern (not The Axe and the Holly, but one he has never been with Verdandi) and drink more than they should. Frerin is sincerely fond of his brother-in-law, and to stay out of the house for a while, to vent and express his frustration and helplessness, and maybe to forget his woes in the ale, is liberating, and exactly what he needs.

Frerin almost chokes on his ale.

They have reached the bottom of their fourth tankard when Skai, searching for a topic of conversation other than his siblings-in-law's recent tribulations and completely unaware of the effect those words will have on Frerin, asks: "By the way, have you heard the news about Erebor?"

Erebor has been reclaimed. Apparently it has to do with a strange little creature hailing from the lands west of the Anduin river, and the honor of killing the dragon belongs to the heir of the King of Dale, not to the Dwarves, but it is true: Smaug is dead, and the Line of Durin has taken back what is theirs.

They have returned home.

To keep his calm, to prevent Skai (who is more than tipsy at the moment, but still much more perceptive than many Dwarves) from suspecting what he is feeling and how much those news affect him, is one of the hardest things Frerin has even had to do, but he pulls it off, and his brother-in-law is happy to tell him everything he knows (which is very little, but at least he is sure of what he is reporting, since apparently the whole city has talked about nothing else since early morning) thinking Frerin is simply curious, and happy to think about something other than the loss of his child.

That night, after a quiet dinner, Frerin sits on the steps out of the door, lits his pipe and smokes, silent and alone, as he looks at the stars.

Thorin is the new King of Erebor. Skai was not completely sure of the name, but he is called ashenshield or something of the sort, he said, so Frerin has no doubt: it is really his brother - his stubborn, brave, reckless, beloved older brother.

Frerin is happy, of course; he is overjoyed, as much as he can be after Verdandi's miscarriage, and part of him wants to kneel and give thanks to the Maker from now to eternity, thanking Him for not forsaking the Line of Durin. The other part of his heart, though, is troubled: Thorin is alive, but what about the others? Dís, and Balin and Dwalin, and all the others? Did they find out what happened to his father?

Part of him wishes he could go back; now that it is safe to do so, and that others have toiled and risked their lives. The thought fills him with shame, but Frerin cannot help it, nor can he lie to his heart, and as he creates smoke rings that idly dissolve in the cool night air, and as Verdandi observes him, unseen, from the window of their bedroom, he lets his thoughts wander, and fantasies fill his mind. He imagines going back to Erebor, being a prince, a brother and a King's heir once more, sleeping in the large and comfortable room of his childhood and living among the riches and the luxuries he was born in. He dreams of showing his homeland to Vedandi and Sindri, and he is sure they would love him just like he does, that Dís and Verdandi would love each other like sisters, that his family would grow fond of the child, and that him, Frerin, could finally give his family everything they deserve, and that they want, instead of a simple and modest existence, lived considering every little expense and saving in fear of harder times.

He dreams of Thorin; to make peace with him, to apologize and see himself forgiven, and to tell him I love you, and to hear him say I love you as well, little brother. That for him would be enough.

Those are dreams and nothing more. Frerin cannot go back and he knows; first of all because Dwarves are slow to forget any wrong they have suffered, and he has never known anyone more capable of bearing a grudge than Thorin, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King under the Mountain. Almost fifty years have passed since he ran away, but it could have been fifty centuries, and nothing would change: Frerin knows his brother has not forgiven him, and that if they were to meet Thorin would still hold his past sins against him, the way he ran when he was needed the most, abandoning his family until he could return and undeservingly enjoy the fruit of his kinsmen's sacrifices. And while Frerin might perhaps endure the shame, he could never bear to have his wife and son witness it.

And after all, he does not want to return; not really. He was not made to be a prince, this he has always known; he could never accept the responsibilities, the obligations the role entiles, he knew this on that night at the gates of Khazad-dûm and now, half a century later, he is more sure than ever. He is Fjalar, a smith and a husband and a father, not Frerin, prince and heir (unless Thorin has children of his own; it might be) and this is a choice he has never regretted. His life is here, with his wife and son, and no matter how much he misses his siblings and his friends, no matter how he wishes they could remember him with love instead of scorn, he knows Verdandi and Sindri are far more precious a treasure than anything guarded in the depths of the Mountain. He will never ask for anything he has not worked for and earned; not for him and not for his family. What he has is enough, and probably more than he deserves.

Even when he feels he has lost a part of him, like now.

In the end, Frerin lets his pipe go out and goes back inside. He is about to head to Sindri's little room to make sure the child is asleep before going to bed himself, but something stops him as if he had walked into a wall.

Placed on the kitchen table, neatly filled with his clothes and other possessions, is the old bag Frerin had taken with him from Azanulbizar, that he had always used in his wanderings and that, since he has hardly ever left Tharak Bazan after he met Verdandi, has long been buried at the bottom of a closet. Inside, there is everything he needs for a long journey: a water bottle, his warmer cloak, half of the coin they keep in the house, folded clothes so that they will not wrinke. Frerin looks at it, in the silent and dark room, for five minutes, disbelieving at first, and then simply sad.

Verdandi has packed his bag.

She is not telling him Go, I do not care. It would be easy to believe so, but he likes to think he knows his wife better than that, and no matter how tense things are between them, Verdandi would never ask him to leave, or even let him go without trying her best to stop him.

No, Verdandi is saying Go, if you so desire; I do not accept it, but I understand. She must have heard about the retaking of Erebor, Frerin's homeland, and is giving him her permission to pursue his destiny, should he decide it leads him back to where he was born. She is releasing him from the promise they exchanged on their wedding day, the promise to never part as long as they were alive, because perhaps this is what he wants, especially (she could never admit it, and she might rationally know he would never blame her for that, but the heart has rules of its own) after she has made it so difficult for him to love her in the last weeks, and she has left him alone with his pain while she could only nurse her own. Verdandi knows Frerin has never stopped thinking about his family, his brother and sister and his friends, and wants him to know she accepts it, that he has the right to go back to them if he wishes, and that it has been good while it lasted.

Staring at that carefully, even lovingly prepared bag, Frerin feels an intense contempt for himself, as well as the impulse to scream at the empty room, loud enough to wake the whole street. He does not, but he takes the bag, brings it with him in his bedroom, and leaves it on the floor. The room is dark, but not so much that he cannot see Verdandi, her back turned to him, stiff as a ramrod, as if she were simply pretending to sleep, and holding her breath. Frerin does not speak, but takes his clothes off, leaves them neatly on a chair and slips under the sheets next to her.

Verdandi remains still for another minute, as if giving him the chance to change his mind, and then she turns. "Fjalar..." she whispers in a broken voice, and for the first time he realizes his wife has never called him Frerin, ever since he shared his secret with her. Not even once.

He would not know how to explain it, but that makes him happy. "It is all right." he whispers back "Come here, my love."

For the first time in months, Verdandi lets herself be hugged, and finally she cries, sobbing and shedding all her tears in her husband's arms, holding on to him and apologizing and telling him how grateful she is, how blessed she feels, for his love. Frerin weeps as well, and holds her, kisses her hair and tells her she has nothing to blame herself for, that everything will be fine, and that there is nowhere he would rather be than with her.

In that embrace, in those tears, whatever was broken is mended, what is lost made peace with, and comfort accepted and shared. On the next morning, Verdandi feels as if healed after a long illness; she is pale, but she smiles, and she finds herself humming softly as she braids her little son's hair. She eats sitting on her husband's knees, and he makes Sindri laugh complaining the weight is going to break his kneecaps, but takes advantage of the proximity to squeeze the firm, plump breast just under his nose. Verdandi slaps his hand away, but she does not seem upset. Not at all.

The next days, and months, and years, pass, peaceful and predictable. Sometimes, Frerin keeps thinking about Erebor; sometimes with nostalgia.

But never with regret.

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[christian-perspectives]

Mary Visited Elizabeth

The angel Gabriel brought a message to Mary that she, as a virgin, would give birth to God's Son. A few days later, Mary visited her cousin Elizabeth, also with child. At the sound of Mary's greeting, Elizabeth's child leaped within her, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit." Luke 1:41 Mary visited Elizabeth in her sixth month and stayed with her until close to the end of her term. Two things happened as Mary entered the house and greeted her cousin. The first thing came from the baby inside of Elizabeth. John leaped within her womb at the sound of Mary's voice. Look at what Elizabeth said about her baby's reaction. When I heard your greeting, the baby in my womb jumped for joy. Luke 1:44 Also, when Mary first visited, the Holy Spirit filled Elizabeth. The evidence of this in filling resulted in how she responded to Mary's greeting. Elizabeth gave a glad cry and exclaimed to Mary, "God has blessed you above all women, and your child is blessed. Why am I so honored, that the mother of my Lord should visit me? Luke 1:42-43 How could Elizabeth have known that information? Gabriel never talked to her. He only spoke with her husband, Zechariah. Filled with the Holy Spirit, she continued speaking to her cousin. You are blessed because you believed that the Lord would do what he said. Luke 1:45

Mary's Mixed Emotions

Put yourself in Mary's shoes for a moment. She did not doubt that she had heard from heaven. When God speaks to us, it often comes through a feeling or a thought, doesn't it? Given a little time, we begin to question or dismiss what we thought God said to us. Why does this happen? We allow doubt to creep in, plus we might receive discouragement from others. Because Mary stood face to face with Gabriel, she couldn't doubt God's message. But she might have feared how she would tell her family and friends and especially her fiancé, Joseph. Who would believe her story? Everyone knows it takes two people for one of them to end up in "her condition." People would automatically make accusations of adultery, punishable by death! So, she did one of the best things she could do to help her process what had just happened to her. Mary got out of town and visited the only person Gabriel referred to, Elizabeth. What's more, your relative Elizabeth has become pregnant in her old age! People used to say she was barren, but she has conceived a son and is now in her sixth month. Luke 1:36 What do you do when you know that you know that God has spoken to you? But you fear that no one would understand? Let Mary's actions serve as an example for you. Like her, find someone who can relate to you and encourage you to follow God's calling. Or, if you have a spiritual mentor, go to that person for encouragement and confirmation. Because Mary visited Elizabeth, she received both encouragement and confirmation of the calling God relayed to her through Gabriel.

Mary's Song of Praise

While traveling to the hill country, excitement and fear must have flooded her mind. But when she heard Elizabeth's greeting, she responded with a song of praise beginning with these words. Oh, how my soul praises the Lord. How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior! Luke 1:46-47 Can you hear the sigh of relief in her initial praise to the Lord? She found someone with whom she didn't need to explain herself, someone who understood. She continued because she realized of all the girls God had to choose from, He chose her. That very thought began to settle deep within her humble heart. For he took notice of his lowly servant girl, and from now on all generations will call me blessed. Luke 1:48 She also understood that she had become an instrument for the Lord. He poured forth His mercy on her and all of humanity. For the Mighty One is holy, and he has done great things for me. He shows mercy from generation to generation to all who fear him. Luke 1:49-50 In her song of praise, she acknowledged some of God's wonderful and powerful feats. - His mighty arm has done tremendous things! - He has scattered the proud and haughty ones. - He has brought down princes from their thrones and exalted the humble. - And He has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away with empty hands. Luke 1:51-53

Like God Visited Both Mary and Elizabeth, He will Visit You

Maybe something sparked in Mary when Elizabeth said that she felt honored that the mother of her Lord visited her. With that, Mary saw the fulfillment of God's promise to Israel in sight. He has helped his servant Israel and remembered to be merciful. For he made this promise to our ancestors, to Abraham and his children forever. Luke 1:54-55 God visited Mary and called her to carry Jesus plus, He chose Elizabeth to birth John the Baptist. Likewise, God has a call for each of us as well. His call for you may not change the world like it did with these two women. But it will change your corner of it. Let me encourage you to seek and fulfill God's call on your life. Lord, Mary received comfort and encouragement when she visited Elizabeth. Plus, through the Holy Spirit, her cousin confirmed her call. Give each of us a person to spur us on spiritually. Check out these other posts taken out of Luke chapter 1. - How to Stay Motivated to Read and Investigate God’s Word - Living A Life Of Faith Like Mary Did - The Birth Of John The Baptist Read the full article

#BibleStudy #Christmas #Devotions #Luke

[rhaenyras]

I am 37 and I’ve been with my boyfriend for two years, but have never been madly in love or in lust. Last year I became pregnant and lost the baby at 16 weeks. We were both deeply upset. I have now discovered I am pregnant again, just after asking my boyfriend to leave the house we share (which I own). He agreed and has moved out for us to think about what we want to do. He is a lovely, decent, honest, kind man. The rows have been instigated by me and my brattish behaviour. My boyfriend has now told me he “did not sign up for this”, that he would like me to abort the child as he has tried many times and we always get to the same hurtful place. He doesn’t want a child in a broken relationship and I suspect he wants to be free of me. I have started counselling, as I’m negative, bullying and rarely show love verbally. I have a long road to go to become open to good, loving emotions, but in the meantime I am being asked to get rid of a child, which, at nearly 38, I fear I will never have the chance to have again. 

before i even say anything, let's get this one thing out of the way: the choice is yours, since it's your uterus and nobody else's. you're the only one who can have a say in the matter. your boyfriend can choose whether he'll be a part of the child's life or not, since you cannot force him to be a dad, no more than he can force you to abort or keep the pregnancy, but it's ultimately you who must face the decision of whether you will go on with the pregnancy in spite of it all or abort it.

would you feel ready to raise this child on your own, even without your boyfriend's support? are you ready to take care of another human being who cannot give you anything in return, and possibly even overlook your own needs to prioritize theirs? would you weaponise this pregnancy and later the child to control your partner? because that'd be incredibly manipulative and toxic, first and foremost towards the child. these are all very good questions you gotta be asking yourself before you go through with it.

you wouldn't be the first single mother who raises a child on her own, so that wouldn't be the odd thing here. the question is whether you're in the right mind space to welcome this new unexpected all-consuming presence in your life right now, and if you could actually do a good job as a mother, or if you would regret it the second that motherhood doesn't turn out to be what you thought.

if you want my honest opinion here, i don't know you but from what you've written here, it sounds like you should tackle some individual challenges through therapy before you can think about dedicating such a huge portion of your energies and time to a child, who will come into the world unconsenting and clueless, and yet might only end up exacerbating the issues you're facing right now, long before the birth, without meaning to.

and at 37 years of age you're far from old. i know nature punished us women with a ticking clock in our wombs but you gotta rise above that and see all the ways in which this vision is also culturally embedded in a patriarchal desire to control our bodies and our reproductive freedom. and on top of all that, you gotta consider the possibility that motherhood might actually not be the great blessing they painted it out to be, and you might not miss out on much if you never end up having a baby at all. there are women who have become mothers in much more favorable situations than the one you are in now, and they still regretted it and were miserable as a result.

but as i said at the beginning, ultimately it's your choice and no one can tell you what to do with your pregnancy and your uterus. only you know the answer to all the questions I've raised here and i trust in your ability to sort this out and make the right decision for yourself.

#good luck kind soul #feel free to hmu to share updates about the choice you'll make eventually if you want (-: #ask #anon #anonymous

[sorrogateothercostinghana]

Understanding Surrogate Mother Cost in Ghana: A Comprehensive Guide

The Surrogate Mother Cost in Ghana is a price everyone wants to be cheap. However, can surrogacy really be cheap? No, surrogacy has such high attention needing procedure which can only happen through the use of advance technology. And highly experienced doctors should be there to perform surrogacy. That is why the surrogacy mother cost in Ghana can never be a cheap cost.

Yet, our World Fertility Services will give you a reasonable price. You cannot have a cheap cost but you sure can have a reasonable cost. If the cost is not reasonable or sensible you must not have surrogacy through that place. World Fertility Services makes sure to provide couselling before surrogacy to let their patients know everything about the process and the cost.

Now let us learn more about surrogacy in Ghana.

Is surrogate mother legal in Ghana?

Yes, surrogate mothers are legal in Ghana. First of all there was not any law or rule over surrogate or surrogate in Ghana before 2021. However in 2021 new laws came out with an introduction to pre-birth order and post-birth certificate.

Legality of surrogate mother is no issue in Ghana. As long as the surrogate gives approval you can have her as your surrogate.

However, you must not force anyone into becoming a surrogate. Or even trick them into it. This will be punishable. Ghana allows all kinds of surrogacy, traditional, gestational, altruistic, and lastly commercial. In commercial surrogacy a surrogacy agency in Ghana provide you the surrogate.

Who can become a surrogate in Ghana?

As both commercial and altruistic surrogacy has government permission in Ghana, you can have surrogates of two types. First your friend or a family member can become your surrogate. Or the surrogacy agencies match up a surrogate for you.

Even in both ways you should make sure to check if the surrogate is mentally and physically fit. She should have experience with pregnancy or else facing the first pregnancy with surrogacy is a problem. Both the couple and the surrogate will face problems if she does not have experience with pregnancy. Another reason for this is she should have a child. Surrogacy can sometimes leave the body incapable of pregnancy ever. Though these are the rare cases.

What is the average surrogate mother cost in Ghana?

Surrogate mother cost in Ghana is included in the surrogacy cost in Ghana. The cost of surrogacy in Ghana is USD 35,000 to USD 38,000. Donor eggs cost in Ghana is USD 1,000 to USD 1,200. The donor sperm cost in Ghana is USD 500 to USD 600.

With the donor eggs cost including in the surrogacy cost will be USD 36,000 to 38,200. If the donor sperm cost includes in the surrogacy cost then the total up will be USD 35,500 to USD 38,600.

Surrogacy cost will change with the advance treatments or the issues you are facing during your surrogacy.

Can you lower the surrogate mother cost in Ghana?

To lower the cost of Surrogate Mother in Ghana all you have to do is to have your family member become your surrogate. If your friend or a family member is you surrogate you will not have to provide them a large compensation.

At the same time if the surrogate is someone you live with then it is even more perfect. You do not have to pay for their accommodation. A peaceful accommodation is important. You will not like your surrogate to stay with stress at a place with noise pollution. That can cause harm to her health or the baby’s health.

Does something affect surrogate mother cost in Ghana?

Yes, there are many factors that can affect the surrogate mother cost in Ghana, such as:

·         Accommodation – If the surrogate’s living place is not peaceful then the couple have to provide a peaceful place to her. On the other hand you can also provide her accommodation near you if you want to.

·         Healthy Diet – The baby in a surrogate’s womb needs a healthy nourishing diet. Couples must make sure the surrogate get healthy meals.

·         Regular Checkups – Couple have to pay for every regular checkup, medical test and medicines of the surrogate.

·         Travel expenses – If the surrogate lives far away then the travel expense to come to your place or the hospital is your payment, you have to pay it.

·         Cravings – The surrogate has her cravings during pregnancy which the parents have to fulfill.

·         Post partum care – The parents cannot leave the surrogate after post partum. They need to take care of her or else provide compensation for her post partum recovery.

What is the surrogacy procedure in Ghana?

The surrogacy procedure in Ghana starts with the screening of the surrogate. Medical tests and ultrasounds of both the couple and surrogate is necessary in surrogacy.

Then comes counselling for them. Consultant prepares their minds for the upcoming process. The third step is IVF process. In IVF both the parents’ gametes are collected and fused by the doctors. Once an embryo is here doctors will insert it into the surrogate mother.

Two weeks wait is important to know if the surrogate is pregnant or not. If not, then the whole process should happen again.

Who is the real mother of surrogate baby in Ghana?

The real mother of the surrogate baby in Ghana is actually the surrogate. If the couples do not follow the legal procedure of pre-birth and post-birth certificates. Then the baby is naturally surrogate mother’s.

To not let this happen a couple should make sure to do all the legal work. World Fertility Services can help you in this, please contact through our website or contact number.

Can the surrogate have biological relation to the baby?

A surrogate is carrying the baby is her womb and also giving birth to it then naturally she has biological relation to the baby. However the baby will look like the couple who provide the gametes. That means the couple are genetically related to the baby. So the baby will look like the couple not the surrogate mother.

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i was reading the jaehyun smut where he’s hesitant to fuck his wife because of the baby n now im imagining how she ends up being so sexually frustrated from how careful he is that one day she just snaps and says “fine. If u won’t fuck me how I want I’ll find someone who will” and sort of waddles off the bed w her little pregnant feet but jaehyuns ass is like oh hell naw ✋ (heightened sense of protectiveness cause of 🤰but he’s a possessive unbearable loser most of the time anyway) and punishes her with cockwarming or something. like just leaves his cock inside her and doesn’t move at all and tortures her with the sensation until she cries and the whole time he’s just staring at her. Stroking her face lovingly. Telling her how much he loves her. Whispering sweet nothings in her ear. But she’s like…..JUST FUCK ME!!!!!!!

ahhh idk I just love that dynamic sm. Sexually frustrated horny pregnancy brain vs awwww my wife n mother of my child is carrying precious life in her womb, I’ve never loved anyone more.

[7:19pm]

genre: smut

warnings: cursing, reader is pregnant, cockwarming, teasing, degrading, praising, jaehyun is a meanie, unprotected sex, creampie cause it’s hot

jaehyun was busy on his phone, playing a “quick” game of pubg with yuta.

but you were horny.

you needed him. you wanted him.

he hadn’t touched you for a while, the last time you and him had sex was almost three weeks ago. you were annoyed and pissed. touch starved. sex starved.

“jae.. baby?” you tried sounding seductive but no matter how much you tried, it wouldn’t work.

he was so afraid to hurt the baby. he didn’t want to risk any chances into hurting the baby growing inside your belly.

“no, y/n.” he says firmly. his answer wasn’t going to change for a while.

you sigh, licking your lower lip and then smirking. “okay, fine. i’ll go get someone else to fuck me then— johnny perhaps.” you say, struggling to get up from the bed.

“yeah, okay, baby.” jaehyun laughs.

jaehyun looks up when hearing the bedroom slam shut. he throws his phone on the desk and chases after you. “babe, where you going?” he asks, seeing you grab your shoes off the shoe rack.

“going to johnny, duh.” oh, you were serious.

jaehyun blocks the door. “baby, stop messing around.” you laugh. “you think i’m messing around? jae, im sexually frustrated! i need to be touched— i don’t want to keep using my vibrator that dies halfway when i’m near cumming!” you yell in anger and jaehyun stares in shock.

you needed some dick.

“now, if you aren’t gonna have sex with me and please me then move. i’ll go to johnny or something, i don’t know?” the mention of johnnys name triggers jaehyun.

he walks closer to you, towering over you with dark eyes. “get your ass in the bedroom now. i want you naked and your legs spread out.” as you turn around, grin forms on your face.

your plan had worked.

you threw your bag on the floor and climbed on the bed with the help of jaehyun. “ugh, i hate our bed.” you groan.

he smacks your ass making you strip in a hurry. he climbs into bed and sits against the headboard. “sit.” he says holding his hard cock up while stroking it softly.

you crawled towards him and slowly sank yourself down on his cock with his help. “careful.” he chanted quietly while looking up at you.

silently, he read your face. discomfort. it had been weeks since he’s last filled you up. you felt yourself stretching around him. “jae—“ you gasp, and he pinches your hips.

“now, you’re gonna sit on my cock until eight. got it?” you frown at his demand. “but, jae—?” he tuts. “no buts, you greedy slut.” you look down with shame.

guess your plan didn’t work out as much as you though it did.

“isn’t this what you wanted, slut? to have your pretty pussy filled with my fat dick?” you nod, tears prickling from the corners of your eyes. “so fucking take it.” you nod again this time whimpering.

all over again, it was just like the first time you and him had sex. just, he was sweeter before.

“doesn’t that feel good, baby? having my fat dick fill up your tight pussy.” you moan, wanting to move your hips but jaehyun holds you down. “who said you can move, huh? getting greedy.” you pout with a whimper.

“that’s not fair—?” he spanks you making you wince. “shut up and take my cock.” he spits.

minutes go by and your legs practically give out on you. cramping and becoming sore. “jae, my legs.. they hurt so much.” jaehyun scoffs at your whines.

“nothing pleases you, huh?” he smirk becoming cocky. “i just.. want you to fuck me.. please?” jaehyun hums, taunting you by taking his time of thinking of an answer.

“please, fuck me jae? i..” jaehyun lurches when hearing your sobs. “just.. want to be fucked, jae.” your tears dripping onto his chest.

seconds go by and you grew impatient. “just fuck me, jae!” you cry out before that turns into a gasp. your body being slammed onto the bed after demanding to be fucked.

“oh, fuck you? you want me to fuck you, baby? i’ll fuck you, i’ll fuck you good.” he voice croaks as his cock angrily rams into you.

his abs rubbing against your belly as he grinds his hips against yours. “y—yes, so full.” you moan, reaching above you and grasping weakly on the headboard.

“my pregnant slut.. six months pregnant and she can’t get enough dick that got her knocked up.” he chuckles, grinding his hips.

his hips moving smoothly, rocking and making his tip slip past your g-spot. “jae.. cumming.” you whisper, reaching for his hand.

jaehyun looks down when feeling a hand down his abdomen. “cumming already? so soon, baby. go on, cum.” jaehyun grunts, face scrunching when you clench around him.

jaehyun doesn’t give you a warning when he suddenly busts in you. when he pulls out, you whine at the sudden lost of being filled. “noo,” your lip pouting up.

“again.. more.. i want more.” you sit up, hands grabbing his. “more?” he smirks, leaning forward and placing a kiss in your lips.

“turn around.” he demands.

second round, just as you wanted

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[pochipop]

＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — WHEN THE WIND LEADS YOU HOME (KAZUHA X SNAKE-HYBRID!READER).

#. synopsis! — at birth, you were smuggled away from your small village at the dying request of your mother. thought to be a bad omen, a sign of divine retribution, you were cast from your birthplace in liyue and placed inside the cart of an unsuspecting merchant just passing through. you were raised by the people of mondstadt, —by the winds of freedom and the overlooking anemo archon. your life has been pleasant, despite its rough beginning. . . yet a single truth remains unchanging: you're cursed. a quarter of your dna is sullied by that of a snake's. your left canine is replaced by a sharp fang that secretes venom at will, while the other remains dry and human. scales line the length of your stomach, and you're sensitive to smell and taste, leaving you with minimal diet options. the worst part of it, however, is that there are only two ways to break the curse. you'll either have to kill the one who placed it on you or reach a soothing state of emotional bliss powerful enough to break away from its chains. lisa once advised you that true love might do the trick. . . convinced that your self-described flaws leave the second option unattainable, you set sail with kazuha and beidou on the crux in search of anyone who can help lead you to answers. a year passes before you realize it. little do you know, you're much closer to closure than you ever could have recognized .

#. characters! — kazuha .

#. warnings! — angst, depictions of abuse, misogynistic themes .

#. word count! — 8.2k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

A young woman stands below a rumbling sky, her frail arms curled protectively around her swollen belly. The baby in her womb will never know a mother’s gaze. . . Pain is sure to befall the forsaken child of a village outsider. She steels herself for the worst when a rough hand grasps at her shoulder. Tears glaze her eyes as droplets of rain begin to fall from the clouds. The sky seems to be crying for her, mourning the joy she once held so close.

“How could you do this?” Her father demands.

She’s heard this far too many times now. She knows, she knows, she knows, and she’ll know on her deathbed in time.

“A child conceived out of wedlock is shameful enough,” he says, “but a child fertilized by an outsider? How twisted. How sinful.”

The young woman wants to scoff at his condemnation. He of all people should not be looking down on anyone at all. He has no shame in feeding his own flesh and blood to the wolves. He has no shame in dooming his own grandchild to a life of suffering. And yet, she ponders, he has the will, even now, to believe that he’s above her. In spite of it all, she says nothing, lest the punishment be worse than death itself. Her father is a cruel man, hiding behind a mask, —a facade. The people of his village may think him to be good and righteous, but his path is stained with the blood of many, including that of his very own family.

He cares not for the will or wellness of others. He seeks control and power. As long as both are to be afforded to him, he will sell his only child up the river and throw her baby to the monsters that lurk in the forest without batting an eye. He proved as much when he sealed his fate, offering his allegiance to wicked, powerful spirits for the hefty price of his soul.

“The both of you will pay with your lives for what you’ve done,” her father says, grip tightening on her shoulder.

It hurts, and he can tell as much by the grimace on his daughter’s face. She takes what she can in stride, but his nails pinch at her skin and his hold whispers the same sickly tune as the sword sheathed at his hip.

The end is near.

She knows it so well that she can feel it in the very marrow of her bones, and when the baby inside her kicks, she fears her child has come to realize it as well. Her end will be her child's beginning, —but she knows nothing good will come of the life inside her that she's carefully nourished for months on end.

"Your child will live like a snake in the grass for your sins."

And so it was.

She gave birth that very night to a child sullied by the touch of a serpent. Along the torso, the baby was left with ghosting scales lining from lower chest to lower stomach. All those present were horrified, —and her father said it was divine punishment for fornicating with someone outside of the village. His blood ties with evil spirits beg to differ. His daughter lay devastated, body aching from the ordeal. Any hope she'd secretly held for survival was snuffed away. . . Every limb was limp, all her strength sedated, each blink of her eyes bringing her closer to eternal darkness.

A young man just a few years her senior held her baby close to his chest. His lips ghost the back of her hand, —and when he steps out into the storm with her child in his arms, he knows he may never return.

You're here again, —wherever here is. Your body feels heavy, like it's made of pure lead, and you struggle to breathe as your mind reels from this complete and utter lack of control. There's a very distinct scent in the air, and somehow you know it all too well, like the back of your hand, and yet you can't ever seem to place it. Somewhere off in the distance, thunder resounds from the heavens. It's so loud that you can't help but wonder if some egotistical God is flexing power for the sake of it, just to watch regular people fall to their knees and beg for mercy. You steel yourself for the chills, and moments later, they creep up your arms and down your spine like little spiders, spindly legs making your body hair stand on end.

"How could you?" A man's gruff, enraged voice demands.

It's so loud that it makes your ears ring, but in the same breath, it sounds so far away. It always happens like this.

"How could you?" The man repeats, louder this time; meaner and angrier. "How could you do this?"

You can feel yourself bristle with every word he speaks. No matter how many times you've heard this same scene play out, it never gets easier. Each time it feels existential; like it'll never end, like you'll never forget the sound of his voice. Upon your wake it's always gritty, a long-lost memory that doesn't even seem to be your own. But right now, in the midst of it all, you wish you could drown yourself in the rainfall.

"I'm sorry," a woman says.

She sounds like she's been crying. Her words are laced with desperation, —yet there's a hollowness to them that haunts you. Her voice almost sounds like it's coming from inside you, like she's found refuge in the cavern of your chest or the pit of your stomach. You want to reach for her somehow, but your body still won't move. Something heavy is holding you in place, and try as you might, your eyes won't open. Or, if they are open already, the dark void around you would never let you know it.

"You bring shame upon this village!"

The man's condemnation is louder than even the thunder that seems to howl in disapproval.

"Please," she begs, choking on a sob, "please father! Have mercy!"

A stomach churning sound cracks through the black air. The girl weeps. Your heart splinters at the mere idea of what's happening beyond the boundary that seems to exist between your plane of consciousness and the place this scene is happening in. Selfishly, you're glad you don't have to bear direct witness to it.

"I am not your father!" The man grits through his teeth.

You feel a calloused hand grab at your face, four fingers on one cheek and a thumb on the other. It pulls on your head, straining the column of your neck. A plea for your life bubbles up, but your lips stay sealed as if you've forgotten how to spread them apart.

"You filthy wretch."

The hand slips down, now gripping at your throat. It squeezes with malice, but you still can't move, —can't scream for help or even attempt to fight back. You're powerless. Your air supply is ruined, running lower by the second, and try as you might you cannot will your mouth to move.

"Y/n," a voice calls from the depths of the darkness.

It's male, —but it's a different person. This one is soft and delicate, like a guardian angel. You know it from somewhere.

"Y/n," it repeats as the hand on your throat squeezes tighter, threatening to force the head off your body.

In contrast, another hand grips at your shoulder, shaking you gently. It seems to be willing you in an opposite direction, sinking you into the darkness and away from your assailant. Your body begins to tingle, as if it had been numb the whole time and you simply had to wait it out, —wait for your muscles to remember their jobs again.

"Y/n."

Your eyes open and your body shoots forward. Anxiety pulses through every vein like a lightning; setting your insides ablaze. The pant to your breathing tapers off after a moment or two, and you force yourself to glance around.

This is a room on the bottom deck of the Crux, —the room you share with Kazuha. It's tight and cramped, but it serves its purpose well enough. A shaky breath slips between your now-parted lips. You curl your fingers just to make sure the option's there.

"That same nightmare again?" Kazuha asks, —but he doesn't seem irritated or annoyed.

He never does.

Maybe he's too caring for his own good, but he's never complained about you. In fact, it's rare to hear him complain at all. He's a young man of many words, but seldom are they negative. Instead, he prefers to offer prose to the most mundane things; wearing his rose-colored heart on his sleeves as they ripple in the wind.

Unable to find your voice, you nod in confirmation. You swallow the sob that creeps up your throat.

"You're safe," he assures you, moving a few strands of hair out of your eyes. "There's no reason to be afraid now. The seas are still, the sky is clear, and I won't let anyone hurt you."

You don't realize you're crying until he swipes a gentle thumb below each of your eyes, doing away with the teardrops you've shed.

"I bit my lip," you murmur, nearly gagging on the metallic taste of blood that finally begins to register on your tongue.

It's overwhelming.

This has happened so many times before, but it never gets easier. It always hurts the same.

Kazuha shuffles to the other side of the room, rummaging through a collection of his things. He pulls a small, brown baggy from the pile, fiddles with the string until it loosens, then pulls the little sack open and removes a cloth from inside. He returns to you, pulling the material away to reveal a handful of bright red petals. You're not certain what plant they're from.

"Thoma gave these to me," he explains in a soft voice, "they have medicinal properties. Many people in Inazuma and Liyue use them to numb the pain of wounds."

You let him pull your lip down. The closeness feels intimate, —but there's always been an unmistakable wall between yourself and Kazuha. Maybe it's all in your head, but you can't shake it. You can't shake the foundation of your relationship. You wouldn't dare.

He avoids the single fang that hangs in your mouth with ease, placing one of the petals against the wound. You wince at the initial contact, but within a handful of seconds, you feel the pain lessen and lessen until it tempers off to a distant sting.

"Do you. . . Want to talk about it?" Kazuha asks gently, leaving all the room in the world for you to turn his request away.

He just wants you to know that the option is there if you'd like to take him up on it. It's always there.

You reach up, and he takes the hint, removing his own hand so you can hold the petal there yourself.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," you apologize, averting your gaze somewhere else, —but nowhere in particular.

"That's not quite what I meant," he jokes, giving you a sympathetic smile.

"I know," you reply, "but I am. I just wanted to make sure you knew."

"You don't have to be sorry," he answers, hand pulling toward your own.

He stops himself just before his digits ghost against your skin, fingers curling back like he'd been burned by something unseen. Kazuha takes his hand away.

"I know," you repeat, biting back a smile as to not agitate the wound on your lip. "You always say that."

"And you always apologize," he counters playfully.

And he always does this, sending your heart into a whirlwind of emotion. As long as you're cursed, you know this gap will always exist. . . As long as this fang sits in your mouth, slitting through your lips and tongue, there will be distance between the two of you that affection can't seal. As long as you can taste his essence from the scent of dandelions and spring winds, cracks will always remain that desire can't repair. As long as these scales thread along your body, —these open wounds will never truly heal, and old scars will never be left to rest.

There will never be a well enough to leave alone.

"I just wish everything were different sometimes," you admit.

"I don't want to be selfish, but sometimes, I get lost thinking about what everything feels like to everyone else. People who are normal."

"That's not selfish," Kazuha replies. "I think everyone wonders what the world is like through the eyes of others."

"I don't want to scare people anymore," you say, voice catching in your throat. "And I'm tired of hurting myself. I'm sick of having nightmares and turning down food because it'll overload all my senses. I want to eat whatever Xiangling makes us when we dock in Liyue Harbor. I just want to be like everyone else, and I don't want to have to kill anyone else to do it," you ramble, pressing down on the petal far too hard.

Kazuha reaches up, grasping at your fingers. You pause, embarrassed by your sudden expression of frustration. He guides you to a softer touch.

"Let yourself feel," he says softly. "Your body isn't meant to house all your emotions until it bursts. Send some of these feelings off with the tide when they wear you down; send the others up to the stars and hope for a granted wish. Lay them on me, let me shoulder some of it for you when it gets heavy. But don't let them choke you."

You swallow, gaze falling to your hands.

"You've got a busy day ahead of you," he mumbles, "and the sun won't rise for another hour or two. You should get some more sleep. Lay back and I'll tell you a story."

"How's the meal?" Xiangling smiles, her eyes squinting into little crescent shapes. "I did my best to make the flavors a bit more subtle so everyone could enjoy it! I know I'm a bit heavy handed though, so I hope I went easy enough for you especially, y/n."

You return her smile, feeling grateful for her efforts. Oftentimes, you joke that the worst part about your curse is your lack of ability to enjoy most foods, —but this is absolutely divine. It's tempered enough to not upset your extremely delicate senses of smell and taste, but not subtle enough to be flavorless. You can taste the layers from the broth, to the veggies, to the small bits of perfectly cooked protein thrown in here and there. Everyone at the table seems to be enjoying themselves, and you're thankful that you haven't ruined this meal for anyone else. 

"It's delicious! Thank you again, Xiangling!" You tell her, and she lights up like Yoimiya's fireworks bursting through the night sky in Inazuma.

This was really needed after the rough start to your morning. 

"It's great," Beidou nods in agreement, "probably the best food any of us have had since we last saw you."

Though the Captain laughs, it's painfully true. You're used to eating the same foods by now, but even you've grown tired of grilled fish. . .

"The flavor is soft, but in a balanced way," Kazuha notes, "—I'd like another bowl, if it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all!" Xiangling jumps a bit as your friend requests seconds of her cooking. "I'm so glad you like it enough to ask for more! That means I'm doing something right!"

Beidou chuckles, lifting her own bowl up as well, saying: "I could go for some more! How about you guys?"

The entire crew shouts out in agreement, and you giggle to yourself. They may not be "proper" by the standards of many, but they're like family to you. After all the time you've spent voyaging with them, it's impossible to think of them as anything less. It's been over a year now since Beidou welcomed you aboard her ship, accepting you as a member of her crew. To this day, you can still recall the way the tension melted like ice under harsh summer rays the moment Beidou stifled their worries with her assurance that you were to be trusted. They took her word like starving peasants to a free meal, —with joy and very little hesitation.

When they caught wind of your differences, they accepted you. . . Their questions never felt mocking or degrading, simply curious and asked with interest, never with malice. The adjustment to the open seas was hardly an easy one to make, and you'd often yearn for Mondstadt, the place where your heart ran free amongst cobble streets and laughter. But it was a choice you made for yourself, the very first of its kind to turn your life around so drastically, and you haven’t looked back since. You return home to visit every now and again, always greeted warmly by those that raised you as their own, but they know why you ventured off and why you cannot return until your heart has settled.

Though Mondstadt is where your roots are sewn to the earth, you were born in Liyue, according to the man you've always seen as your father. A gentle and caring soul, William was a traveling merchant who ventured out to Liyue many years ago expecting to return with vegetables from a small, obsolete village far removed from the major city and harbor. Instead, he got much more than he bargained for, and somewhere along the line, you wound up in the back of his wagon. The rest is history by now, you suppose.

He raised you as his own, helped you through the trying times you had growing up, especially as someone cursed with the DNA of a snake. William did all he could for you, no matter the cost, and never left you in the dark. He was there to soothe the ache of your wounds when your fang would puncture something it wasn't supposed to. He was there to try a million different recipes, searching for ones that wouldn't overwhelm you. He was there to tell you that it was okay to be different, —that it wasn't your choice to be born like this, and even if it were, you'd still be worthy of respect.

"How about you, y/n? Would you like some more?" Xiangling asks.

"No," you shake your head, "I'm full, but thank you! I really appreciate everything you've done for my friends and I."

"Don't mention it!" The vibrant girl replies.

You sit with the crew for the rest of brunch, laughing at the silly jokes they make, adding comments when the timing feels right. When everyone has had their fill, you venture off, agreeing to meet up with everyone else by sundown when the Crux will set sail again.

"Mind if I join you?" Kazuha asks, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I don't mind at all," you answer, "in fact. . . I'm glad, actually. I don't like to be alone in Liyue. The people here are lovely, don't get me wrong, but. . ."

"I understand," Kazuha says, "don't worry."

You relax. He's a calm person by nature, and it's soothing. It has been ever since the first day you met him.

"Actually, the reason I asked to tag along with you was to ask how you're doing now that we've found a solid clue," he explains. "I can only imagine that such strong feelings must be overwhelming to a degree. If you'd like, I'll hear any of your worries."

Your heart sings. He does this every time, —sweeping in like some sort of fairytale prince. And the worst part of it all is that you've fallen for him, as cliche as you know it to be.

"It does feel. . . Strange," you acknowledge, seeing no reason to lie. "I mean, I lived so much of my life being so unaware of everything, and sometimes, I wish I could be that person again, you know? I was happy then, and I didn't feel it was necessary to know where I really came from. I've lived with my curse since birth as well, so it's not like I think about it every second of every day. It's normal to me." 

You glance over at Kazuha to find him listening intently, just as he always does.

"I miss the feeling of being indifferent to it all sometimes. Of course, I'd like to be rid of it, —but if what Lisa said is true, the only way to do that is to kill the person who put the curse on me, and I don't know if I'd ever be able to do that."

"Wasn't there another option?" Kazuha quips.

"Technically," you acknowledge, "but she also said love might be the only way to reach that kind of emotional serenity, and I. . . Doubt that I’m cut out for that.”

Then again, Lisa is the hopeless romantic type.

"Who knows," Kazuha says, "the closer you get to closure, you might feel differently."

"Maybe," you shrug, "if this actually goes anywhere noteworthy."

Having reached the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, you part ways with your dear friend who sets off to purchase a few items from Bubu Pharmacy to keep on hand aboard the Crux while you chat with someone very important. If anyone will know anything about strange rumors in Liyue, it's likely to be him.

"Hi, Mr Zhongli," you greet him politely, "—thank you for taking the time to meet with me."

The laugh that follows is deep and dismissive in a way that soothes your nerves. He may be an intimidating presence, someone who commands respect with his aura, but Zhongli is kind and helpful above all else.

"It's nice to see you again," he smiles warmly. "When you mentioned you were from Mondstadt that last time we met, I assumed it would be quite a while before you ventured back to Liyue."

"Ah, well, Mondstadt will always feel like home, but for now, I'm still traveling with Beidou and her crew. I join them in whatever journeys they take," you explain.

"Still searching for someone, I presume?" Zhongli inquires.

You nod.

"That's why I'm here, actually," you seize the opportunity to transition into your main topic, "recently, a crew member heard some kids talking about a man that supposedly lives somewhere in Liyue. He made his way to the harbor with a high fever, muttering something about a serpent child years ago. . ."

"And you think he may have been talking about you?" Zhongli asks.

Your face falls for a moment, but you can't say you're surprised. He's known for his intelligence around here, as well as his connections, so it's no wonder he caught on, and even more so, that he caught sight of your fang somewhere along the line. Not that you go out of your way to hide it by any means, either.

"What clued you in?" You question out of nothing more than plain curiosity.

"I noticed you had peculiar dietary restrictions last we met," he explains, "and now that we're speaking and sitting so closely, I can see one of your teeth seems to be a bit. . . Unusual, for a human."

He chooses his words carefully. You offer him a coy smile to let him know he hasn't upset you with his observation.

"As for your request, I do believe I can be of some help," he notes. "A man I've done business with on several occasions has always had strange rumors surrounding him. Though I find idle gossip a tedious endeavor, it was impossible not to hear slivers of chatter from time to time. That being said, I think the man you're searching for is Tao, —a retired ore expert who still does odd jobs for those that seek him out."

"Tao," you repeat, "do you know where I can find him?"

"He and his wife still reside in Liyue. Give me just a moment to fetch some paper and I'll write directions down for you," Zhongli says.

"Thank you!" You say, excitement seeping into your words.

As promised, Zhongli writes exact directions down for you, and you set off with Kazuha at your side, barely able to suppress your anticipation. He loves seeing you like this, he really does, but on the off chance this man knows nothing and the rumors are simply skewed versions of reality, he knows the fallout won't be pretty. Still, he can't bring himself to ask you to weigh your expectations appropriately. The fact that he can see right through you would likely be embarrassing enough.

"According to Zhongli, it should be just up here," Kazuha says.

You nod. With a shaky hand, you knock on the door of a quaint little house. When it opens, you're met with a beautiful woman who gives you a gentle smile that soothes your anxieties. Kazuha stands at your side.

"Hello," she greets, "what can I do for you?"

"Um, I'm sorry to bother you without notice, but does Tao live here?" You inquire.

Before she can reply, a man steps into view. He looks kind at first glance, though a scar runs from his temple to his lower cheek on the left side of his face.

"That'd be me," he says, "how can I—"

He pauses, eyes widening when he gets a good look at your face. It seems that he knows you, recognizes you as a long lost friend, despite having never made your acquaintance.

"Daddy?" A small voice says.

A little girl, no more than eight, grabs at the leg of his pants.

"Who are they?"

Tao blinks, seemingly snapping himself out of his daze.

"Just some friends, sweetheart," he tells her, "why don't you go help mommy prepare some tea for our guests, okay?"

The girl nods quickly, swapping the cloth of her father's pants for the bottom of her mother's casual dress. When they've slipped out of sight, Tao turns to you once more.

"You look so much like your mother," he tells you as tears gather in his eyes.

"You can tell who I am?" You question.

"I'd know you anywhere," he says, "I held you when you were first born."

Kazuha thinks he should hold your hand, offer you some emotional support as all of this washes over you. He stops himself just short of your fingers, thinking he hasn't the right to do so.

"Please, come inside," Tao ushers the both of you in, "make yourselves at home."

You sit with him at a table in the kitchen as his wife and daughter prepare tea on the opposite side. With pleasantries out of the way, you tell him your name, given to you by the only man you've ever known to be your father. It likely isn’t by blood, but he cared for you in your youth in a way no other man did, and he always returned to Mondstadt for you.

"Your father's name," Tao says, "what is it?"

"William," you reply, "he's a—"

"Traveling merchant," Tao finishes for you with a gentle smile on his face.

"You've met him?" Your eyes widen.

"I haven't seen him in many years by now, but he was always a kind young man. Never sought to scam anyone out of their Mora, —always honest with his business, even in hard times," he replies.

Kazuha stands up from the table, approaching Tao's wife. He asks her to dilute his cup of tea with water when she pours it, to which she nods and seems to be happy to oblige.

"He's still as honest as ever, especially when it comes to Mora," you say. "He knows what it's like to go without, but he made sure I never did. Even when he had to leave for a while, he never left me empty handed. I've lived happily, despite the. . ." You trail off.

How much did he know, exactly?

Tao nods like he understands where you were going with everything.

You clear your throat.

"If you don't mind me asking, could you. . . Tell me about myself? Whatever you know, it would mean the world to me," you request.

He couldn't possibly say no.

. . .

The storm rages on outside a filthy little hut that looks as if it could be torn apart in the wind. Tao kneels next to a weakened woman, her newborn held close to his chest as she struggles to breathe. The birth has taken a massive toll on her already ailing body, —and he knew it was only a matter of time before she passed on. She was a few years his junior, and he'd grown up with her. His feelings for her were hidden deep inside, and there they would stay. In the wake of her pregnancy, her father, the village leader, had not taken kindly to the news. Though Tao was privy only to the knowledge he could see on her skin, the bruises, welts, and scabbed over cuts, he knew more than enough to be disgusted. He pulls his gaze away from marks on her neck that clearly take the shape of fingers.

To be pregnant with a child out of wedlock was one thing, and in the eyes of the village leader, it was sinful enough on its own. But for said child to be the offspring of a village outsider was wholly detestable in his eyes, and his daughter would not fail to suffer the consequences of her actions if he had any say in the matter.

And he always did.

"Tao," she whispers to him, —voice strained and soft.

Her head is swimming, body aching, mind somewhere far away already. She knows her fate, has long since accepted it, and has but one wish left to beg for.

"Take my baby away," she pleads, eyelids drooping even as tears slide down her temples to seep into her hair.

Tao knows that if he does, he must leave now. There will be no time to do so later. Her father will return shortly, and if he is to get his hands on the child, the end will not be met without bloodshed.

"Please," she reaches out with her last shreds of strength, "please. . . Make sure my baby is safe."

A choice has to be made. He wants to save the both of them, —take them somewhere far away and meet their every wish and whim. She may not be in love with him, but his heart beats for her either way. His heart beats for the baby in his arms that he did not father, though he wishes he did.

He takes her hand in his, swallowing the sobs that threaten to erupt from deep inside his caving chest. The world as he's always known it is shattering to bits before his very eyes, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. When she goes limp, he sheds no more than a tear or two. The time for crying has long since passed. Now is the time for action.

He places a kiss on the back of her hand, but vows to take his feelings to the grave. When he stands, the weight of the world seems to shove at his shoulders, as if daring him to lie down beside her and die.

But he can't. Not when she used her dying breath to beg for the life of her newborn child.

The villagers are in a panic. Word of the baby born with serpent scales has spread like wildfire, even in this treacherous weather. They fear divine retribution. This is the first of many bad omens, they say. Tao sneaks himself into the surrounding forest, the cursed child pressed to his chest. There are no whines, no cries, no noises at all, but the child is undoubtedly alive. Alive and beautiful, resembling the mother to a T.

Tao travels through the trees until he catches sight of a familiar covered wagon. He knows the young man that travels in it, —not well, but enough to think him a good person. Desperation claws at Tao's chest, pulling him in a million different directions. He can't return to the village he's called home for as long as he's been alive. He'll surely be killed at worst, or outcasted officially and left in the same position he's in now at best.

Getting to Liyue will be a treacherous journey, and two grown men won't fit in the wagon. In the end, Tao does what he must. He places the forsaken baby, born of so-called sin and cursed with the scales of a serpent, into the back of the stationary wagon. The young merchant, William, Tao believes his name to be, sleeps soundly in the front, resting as he waits the storm out. 

"Please," he whispers to the strangely silent baby, "be safe."

Tao then moves onward, seeking Liyue out by foot. The rain has soaked him through and through, but he moves onward, no matter the cost. By the time he manages to get there some three odd nights later, running on empty with a high fever burning his body up, all his mumblings about a serpent child and a poor young woman's corpse are chalked up to the sickness driving him a bit mad. The rumors plague him in Liyue Harbor, but he stays there despite it all. . . Work is available, and it leaves him with the opportunity to make something of himself in the world outside the village. 

The covered wagon sets off when the rain subsides.

It's Mondstadt bound.

. . .

Kazuha swaps the teacups you're each given. You don't notice, —too enthralled by Tao's retelling to care. His wife doesn't seem shocked by the admissions, leaving you to believe she already knew of his past and had been willing to accept him not in spite of it, but as a part of him.

"You. . . You were the one who left me in the wagon?"

He looks almost ashamed as his gaze draws downward. Tao nods solemnly.

"If things had been different, I'd have raised you as my own," he clarifies, "but back then, I. . ."

"No," you shake your head, "it's okay. I'm glad you chose to do for yourself as well, and I'm glad you've gone on to live happily. My life has been peaceful, I'm proud to hail from Mondstadt, and I. . . I'm proud to be my mother's child, even if I never had the chance to meet her."

"When you were born, the timing was wrong. I didn't really know how to take care of myself, nonetheless a baby, and with your condition I didn't really know how to help. You had. . . Scales on your body, and you were so quiet that it scared me half to death," Tao admits.

"I still have the scales," you quip, attempting to make light of it.

But Kazuha notices that sad edge to your voice. He knows you wish they were gone, and if he could take them away, he would. Not because he thinks you’d be any more or less worthy of his affections without them, but because he knows the heartache they’ve caused for you. He can't help but think he isn't quite capable of that, though. Not now, maybe not ever. 

"Definitely not as quiet anymore, though."

Tao gives you a small laugh. He's little more than a stranger to you, but it feels like you've known him for a lifetime. Just speaking with him has opened up new doors for you, —has given you information about your past that you once thought to be long since lost to time.

"I'm glad," he says. "I've thought a lot about what I would say to you if I ever saw you again. I just never expected it to actually happen."

You smile.

"About the leader of the village, —my mother's father," you begin, unable to call that man your grandfather, "do you. . . Know if he's still alive? If there's any way I could find him?"

You can't kill him, and a part of you already knows that. Even if he did leave your mother to perish, even if he put this terrible curse on you. . . It's hard to imagine yourself taking the life of another living, breathing person. Still, you'd like to meet him, if only to show him that the forsaken child he was ready to throw to the wolves became someone so much more impressive than he ever could have dreamed.

"I'm afraid I can't say," Tao replies.

"That night was the last time I ever saw him, or anyone else from the village, for that matter. I haven't heard anything about them, but I do know the homes there have long since crumbled. Sometimes adventurers take shelter in whatever's left of it all, but that's about as much use as anyone can get from it."

"Nothing was left behind?" Kazuha asks. "No journals, letters, belongings?"

"Not that I know of," Tao answers, "and certainly nothing that could point anyone in the direction of their whereabouts."

"We could still go, if you'd like," Kazuha says to you.

"That's alright. I don't think I'd want to see whatever's left," you answer.

He nods, keen on respecting your wishes. This journey is about you, after all.

The conversation goes on for hours, never lolling. You and Kazuha share stories of being out on the open seas, and when Tao learns he's from Inazuma, he asks many questions out of sheer curiosity. You learn about the life of the man who saved you, and he learns about yours. It's edging on late evening by the time Kazuha notes that you should be returning soon, as the Crux will be departing after sunset.

Tao hugs you goodbye, and it feels comforting in the same way your father's hugs have always been. He asks that you visit him again sometime soon, —and his wife promises to do her best to accommodate your sensitive senses so you can have dinner with them in the future. His daughter waves goodbye to the both of you, but hugs Kazuha's side before scampering back to her mom.

"I think someone likes you," you giggle, nudging his arm.

A blush tints his cheeks.

"Ah, you think so?" He replies.

I know so, you think to yourself. And that makes two of us.

You slept on it; turned all of it over in your head, —processed the good, the bad, and the ugly. That night, you weren't plagued by the same nightmare. Your mind was at ease. Kazuha was happy to see it, happy to feel the way your longing had all but tapered off into nothingness.

With nowhere else to turn, you accepted everything for what it has always been. Nothing will bring your mother back. There's very little chance you'll ever stumble across her father, —so whatever anger dwells within you against him, you do as Kazuha suggested and you let the tide take it out to sea, swallowing it whole. Maybe you'll never be like everyone else. . . Maybe these scales will always dwell on your body, maybe you'll forever be stuck biting little puncture wounds into your mouth every now and again. Maybe you'll never know what it's like to dine and drink as everyone else does.

And that sucks, —but it's nothing you can't handle. You've done it your whole life, after all.

Above all else, you have family and friends, people that love and care for you. Your father, biological or not, will still be there to greet you when you return home. The citizens of Mondstadt will welcome you with open arms, just as they always do. Cursed or not, you have Beidou and her crew who would seemingly go to the ends of Teyvat for you, just as you would for them. You have Kazuha, who never misses a beat in loving you, no matter the kind of love it is. Maybe one day you'll gather up the courage to tell him you've fallen for him, —and if you're lucky, he just might reciprocate. But if things simply stay as they are for now, that will be just fine.

You're alone in Liyue, and for the first time, it doesn't feel quite so scary. The air is crisp and clean along this rocky slope, and the sun has barely begun to slink its way out of the sky. The colors up above shift, dusty pink into pale yellow, and you trail your fingers along the ground. Green blades of grass offer you comfort, though you're not sure you need it right now. This feeling of security and hope. . . It's all new, and the intensity brews inside you, bubbling up with an intoxicating twinge of peace. Internal peace. For once, you're not chasing after something. Being here, alone, under a slowly setting sun with a soft breeze passing through is enough. There's likely nowhere else to turn, but it feels elating, —like you've been waiting for this moment your entire life.

Well, you ponder, I guess maybe I have. . .

And now that it's here, there's no existential feeling of grief. You've feared this end since the beginning of it all, scared that being left with only a single option would drive you to the darkest places one could ever go. But you don't feel like you're drowning. Instead, as you suck in a deep breath, letting the air expand your lungs until a little ache lingers, you feel at ease.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice calls out to you from behind.

It's Kazuha, and you recognize that pang of worry on his tongue. You glance back at him, offering up a lax smile. He seems to soften at the sight of it.

"Come sit," you offer, patting the ground beside you.

He does.

"Are you alright?" Comes the question you knew was little more than right around the corner.

"Yeah," you nod, gaze trailing back up the sky.

Little wispy clouds move along at their own pace, giving the illusion that time has somehow slowed down.

"I'm. . ."

It dawns on you that you don't really have the vocabulary to describe it, —although you're sure Kazuha would have the perfect word for it if you could manage to explain yourself well enough. The thought makes you giggle.

"I don't know what's funny, but I'm relieved to see you happy," he says, and it's so earnest that your heart skips a little beat.

"I'm relieved to be happy," you admit. "I didn't think I'd feel like this. I expected something more devastating, something I'd curl up into a ball and cry over or whatever. But now that everything's at its end, and there's probably nowhere else to turn, I feel weirdly calm. Like it's all okay, even if it's not."

Kazuha nods.

"I can sense that your heart has settled," he answers. "And there's no desperate edge to your voice anymore. It used to linger on anything you'd say, —and I recognized it because it lingers on my own sometimes as well. You've been in search of yourself for as long as I've known you, but this. . . Feels like meeting you as the person you've always yearned to be for the first time, and I'm honored to make your acquaintance."

When you look into his eyes, there's no longer any deep seated worry. It's soft and calm, like the tune he hums absentmindedly aboard the Crux.

"Kazuha," you say, attempting to bite back a smile, but it spreads across your face in spite of that, "I think I—"

"Wait," he halts you, bringing his face closer to your own.

Your heart begins to hammer away in your chest, pounding like a drum. Your face drops at the suddenness.

"Y/n, smile again," he requests, and you force your lips curve up at the ends.

"With teeth," he elaborates, an urgent undertone simmering below the simple words as a hand cups your cheek.

You follow his instructions.

He stares at you, and though you cast your gaze away, you can't bring yourself to feel judged or even embarrassed. Kazuha's hand slides from your cheek to the curve of your neck.

"Your fang," he breaks into a grin, "it's gone."

A small gasp escapes you as your tongue darts to the spot where your single snake fang has always been. You've cut your tongue on it more times than you can count, —but now, it slides gently over a much smoother, less dangerous canine. A human tooth to match the one on the other side of your mouth.

"It's gone," you breathe out, "it's gone." 

You turn away from him and he removes his hand. Your brain barely processes the loss of his warmth amongst the intense feelings that swim throughout your mind, body, and soul. You can hardly believe it, but the reality blossoms again and again each time your tongue nudges at the spot where your fang has always been up until this very moment.

Breathing in deeply, you notice that you can smell mingling scents being carried by the breeze that's swooped in from your homeland of Mondstadt. The scent of sweet flowers. . . It's not overwhelming at all; —just a sugary accent to the fresh air, and you can't taste it on your tongue. Even when you try, swirling spit across your taste buds just to catch a trace of something, there's nothing to latch onto. It's dull, but you can't bring yourself to mourn the loss.

Your heart blooms when you steal a quick peek at the skin under your shirt, only to find that all the risen, ghosting scales have disappeared without a trace. For the very first time, you're seeing your body how you've always envisioned it; —human, and nothing less than such. For the very first time, you feel like your skin is really, truly your own. It's not been sullied by a man you never wish to meet, a man who took your mother away from you before you ever had the chance to meet her gaze. This body has not been touched by his curses, hasn't been marked by his ill will for you. Tears prick at your eyes before you can register them.

"I don't understand," you say, but a smile still pulls across your face. "I certainly didn't kill anyone."

Kazuha laughs, light and airy. It feels like sunshine on your skin.

"That wasn't the only way to break the curse, remember?" He reminds you.

Right. . . Lisa said the curse could likely be broken one of two ways. Murder or emotional bliss.

"True love might do the trick, sweetheart!"

"I don't understand," you admit. "I always thought the love would have to be reciprocated before. . ."

"No one ever said the love had to come from the outside," Kazuha says. "Over the months we've spent together, I've seen you grow. Not into a different person, —but into who you were always meant to be. It may not be my place to say this, so forgive me if I'm crossing a line, but I truly believe that nobody broke your curse for you."

For someone so infinitely earnest, it's hard to believe this is the most sincere you've ever seen him.

"You think I. . ." You trail off, eyes drifting to your own hand as it rests amongst the grass.

"I know you did," Kazuha corrects. "You broke your own curse. You did it all by yourself because you're strong, and you should recognize that. Give yourself credit. Let that reality wash over you like the evening tide, —drown yourself in it. You held the key to your own fate, and you chose how to use it. There's nothing more precious than life itself, and you've taken yours back. Never let yourself forget how much you've overcome."

He's right. He's so painfully right.

"I broke my own curse," you whisper, still reeling from the shock of it.

You want to shout it from the mountaintops, —show your family and friends from both Mondstadt and Liyue alike. You want to eat all the foods you never had the chance to try, see the look on Xiangling's face when you tell her you're more than happy to volunteer to be her taste tester now that strong scents and tastes don't overwhelm you completely. You want to tell Tao that you've rid yourself of any and all forsaken titles put upon you unfairly at birth. You want to thank all the people who've helped you reach this point, from the man who aided in your escape, to the only real father you've ever known, to Beidou, her crew, and especially Kazuha, who never failed to reach for you when you fell behind.

And you'll do all of that. All of it and more, —because there's a lifetime of living waiting for you. There's hope out on the horizon. For now though, you sit along this rocky slope in Liyue. You're not alone, though it would have been okay if you were. A new day looms just around the corner. You're free from the curse that's plagued you all your life. The sky rings out in a chorus of color.

Kazuha inches his hand closer, closer. . .

You take it.

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[letterstomonkey]

Light as a Feather

When a mother’s baby bump starts showing,

She notices every slight change

Feeling her pride and joy quickly growing

Bigger and heavier by the day

My mother made sure I knew it, too

Long after I entered the world from her womb

She weaponized my youthful bones,

No longer as light as a feather

Teaching me with her aches and groans

That I was hurting her the bigger I measured

I did not want to cause Mother any pain, so

Lighter than a feather was my goal to maintain

The rules prohibit young kids in the gym

By themselves so nobody gets hurt

So I went with my mom until I turned ten,

Punishing my body more than it deserved

I always struggled with math, uninterested in numbers

But adding calories consumed me each day leading to summer

How tragic for a girl to be a decorated veteran,

Her dinner table the deadliest battlefield

How lonely she felt on her knees in the bathroom again

But she was too deep in the trenches to yield

Her skin grew thicker as she kept growing older

Her heart grew weaker, but the mirror consoled her

Saying, “Light as a feather, make Mother proud!”

What happened to encouraging strength?

Poor baby lost sight with every lost pound

Of what it meant to be a healthy kid’s weight

I did not grow up with sisters I felt I must live up to

Just an ill-minded mother with insecurities she clung to

I never understood how my beautiful mom

Couldn’t see how much I wished I could be her

Until one thanksgiving, my forthright grandma

Made me realize my mom learned to repeat her

Grandma found out that I had a boyfriend now,

In order to keep him interested, she suggested I put the fork down

All at once, my mouth stopped chewing

The turkey tasted like burning gasoline

Grandma’s words triggered my fingers undoing

In the back of my throat, wiping my slate clean

Light as a feather, stiff as a board

The more my ribs show, the greater the reward

There is nothing as unrelenting as mistakes

That get passed down over generations

Each child more afraid to hit the breaks

And face the family jury’s condemnation

So I toss and turn with regret late at night

Burdened by the rage of a betrayed appetite

My poor body is not a traitor

She does not know why she must suffer

I wasted my childhood hating her

Led into the darkness by my mother

Perhaps one day this tired body will forgive me

For doing so much damage that my parents might outlive me

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