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tinywooniverse · 1 year

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princess!reader x servant!jimin hc/fic

requested?: yes!

x chubby reader

genre: idk fr

warnings: bodyshaming

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you were born into a life of royalty.

everything you wanted came easily. you were your land’s pride and joy as well as your father’s.

but you were lonely

your father saw this and knew he needed to fix this quickly

he appointed jimin, a young boy who lived a semi-normal life in your kingdom, to be your servant. he requested that jimin be at your every beck and call.

and he was

you were each other’s entire world from the moment you met. you couldn’t remember life without him and vice versa.

you two grew up together and changed from kids to teen to adults.

at some point during those years, the two of you had fallen for each other. openly yearning for one another.

he had even given you your first kiss on your 18th birthday, in secret of course.

after that, your relationship had been comprised of secret affection, stolen kisses and longing glances

there was never any talk of furthering the relationship or putting a title on things because you both knew that it would complicate everything and you were afraid that your father might separate you from jimin

this went on for years until word had spread around the castle when some people had seen you and jimin interacting outside of your quarters and it quickly made its way to your father

your father was a stern and stubborn king but you were his one and only child,his princess, so he bent to your will. allowing jimin to still be by your side.

under one condition

you were to meet a suitor to be wed to. a prince from another country who was far from being in line for the throne.

he claimed it was your duty as a princess, and only daughter to find the next king for your people.

you begrudgingly obliged, knowing this was his punishment.

“why must you go?” jimin groans as you get ready for your departure.

“it is my duty as the princess of this land,” you sigh, “besides what if this prince is a handsome, noble and charming man and i happen to fall in love.”

you were met with silence. you were only joking to lighten the mood but jokes have never been your forte. you turn around to see jimin’s dark gaze trained on you. he looked broken by your words. you grab his hands and lock eyes.

“i was joking, you know,” you say, softly and it looks as if a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, “i vow to never fall in love with anyone but you, till the end of time.”

“and if you do?” he asks.

“then may the gods send me the wrath of hell.” you smile, leaning so close that you forehead are touching. you soak in the presence of each other until you were called to leave.

upon meeting the prince you were meant to wed, you were withdrawn.

he was a very handsome man, and well mannered too

however, when you were left alone to get acquainted, you were left with a bad taste in your mouth.

he was ill tempered and quite rude, especially about your body.

he believed the body of a princess should be small and fragile looking and because you did not look the part you were a lazy princess who would have to be arranged to be wed in order to have any semblance of romance in your life.

“that’s not a very nice thing to say to the woman who can make you a king,” you spat, “and there are many a man that would kiss the ground i walk on with no other reason than to be in my presence. surely not to become king,”

“because the men of your kingdom have no standards with a princess who looks as unsightly as you,” he scoffs, “when i am king, they will come to their senses.”

“you musn’t forget,” you press, stepping forward, “you may become king, but it is my land and they are my people. i have been preparing to rule my entire life and i can do so with or without you.”

your father had made a grave mistake in having you meet, and even started regretting forcing the life of marriages of convenience on you shortly after.

he saw the effect it made on you before anyone else could.

you had become mean spirited and closed off from everyone, choosing to spend time alone in your quarters day in and day out, only being seen for meals.

you had even turned jimin away time after time, causing him to worry as well.

a week had passed before your father had called upon jimin.

“you called, your highness?” he asks, bowing.

“i did,” the king sighs, “i worried for my daughter. she has not been the same since she met the prince.”

jimin hums, hoping to hear that you were okay.

“do you love my daughter, young man?” your father asks.

“i do,” jimin answered without hesitation, “she is the light of my life. i cannot remember what my life was like before her and i cannot imagine what my life would be like without her. i am well aware the with my upbringing that i can never truly be with the princess but the time we have spent together was not in vain. i have gotten to love the most beautiful woman in the world, even if just for a few years. that means the world to me.”

the king just stares with a hardened expression and jimin begins to feel the weight of his words crush him. he knows that speaking as freely as he did could get him punished but he figured since the king asked that he should answer honestly.

“i haven’t heard such a sentiment since i fell in love with y/n’s mother,” the king says and jimin’s eyes widen, “you’d make a fine king one day.”

“but sir-” jimin starts but is sent away to get you.

jimin is stunned but feel like he is floating from you father’s approval of him when he reaches your door.

he says almost nothing while accompanying you to see your father and you just stare at him suspiciously.

“hello father.” you bow and look and his soft eyes on you.

“hi princess,” he says softly, smiling. you sit at his feet patiently waiting for him to speak, “what did you think of the prince?”

“he’s not quite ready to be a king,” you sigh, “and he’s not a fit man for a lady such as i. i do not wish to marry him.”

“are you saying this genuinely or are you saying this to be with jimin?”

“jimin has nothing to do with this. you have raised me to know this land and the responsibilities i owe to the people. i am willing to be queen and take on those responsibilities without being wed.” you explain.

“do you love jimin?” he asks.

“like the moon loves the sun.” you answer.

“how so?”

“in the early morning. when the world stands still while the darkness turns to light, the moon will cling to both light and dark to see the sun in the sky, if even for a short moment. that’s why you can seen both in the sky if you were lucky enough. he is my sun. i cling to a distant reality in order to be in love with him, even if it won’t be for long.”

“i was a fool to appoint jimin, assuming you wouldn’t fall in love with him,” he says and you frown, “but just as i have watched you grow, i have also watched him. and in doing so i have seen more than enough to allow you to choose your own path. i will not stand in your way. if you believe jimin will be a king fit enough for you one day then you may be with him.”

without a word you share a hug with your father, squeezing him tightly. you pull away and smile at him, seeing a twinkle in his eyes.

you and jimin fall for each other openly afterwards.

one night, while laying in bed jimin brought up the suitor.”

“did you fall for him?” he asks and you look at him, amused.

“why? are you feeling envious?” you giggle.

“of course not.” he sighs, looking to the ceiling.

“it doesn’t matter, my love. my meeting with him was many moons ago,” you say, “and you will be king someday while he is still the forgotten prince of his kingdom.”

he hums and you kiss him.

“besides, i’ve vowed my love and life to you.” you say.

“and mine to you.” he smiles.

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ivystitches · 1 year

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The way lorelai also acts like Rory was forced into applying to Yale then got MAD at her for it like she knew Rory was going to get into Harvard. Rory could’ve literally asked to spend the night at her grandparents and she would’ve gotten pissed, but if she asked to go to a mosh pit she would approve 😭

SKKSSKSHJF FR ANON i literally don’t understand her at all. i went into the show expecting to absolutely love her but she comes across as so entitled and childish. imagine getting mad at your kid for realizing that it’s good sense to have a backup, specially when you’re applying to these uber competitive colleges (also imagine your backup being yale wtf hahah). i also can’t stand parents who’s best friends are their kids. you can be your kid’s best friend but your kid really shouldn’t be your best friend. also what is lorelai’s obsession with dean? do people not find that a bit weird? he was constantly jealous and insecure anytime rory was with jess and lorelai knew how he was but didn’t think to mention to rory that it’s not exactly healthy for her to be scared of telling dean stuff because of how he’ll react, but instead tells her that she got really lucky with her first boyfriend. i mean she goes and tells dean that just because he and rory broke up doesn’t mean that he and lorelai broke up too how is that not weird to more people??? AND what is her beef with jess?? like she’s a grown ass adult and he’s an actual child lmao how is he the villain of her story. i don’t really like lorelai gilmore at all, i wish someone had warned me what she’s like so i was more prepared for it

#gilmore girls #anti lorelai gilmore #<- just in case this is more critical than it is anti #but i’m unfamiliar with the workings of the gilmore girls fandom so better safe than sorry #rory gilmore #dean forester #jess mariano #anon <3

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fanlucadango · 1 year

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MAJOR SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI SPOILERS AHEAD(Vol.16 & Future Volumes)+ Thoughts

Well its been.... 15 YEARS since

This BL Manga with a very... obscuring plotline counting how many days till this beautiful man named "Onodera,' falls in love with his Senpai, "Takano,'

By looking at how the generation changes as Years have passed where many Great BL shows, Manga's are becoming adapted in many languages and how society is changing to a point everyone is aware, Different Morals, Spotting Red Flags & reactions to the Ships & Chemistry has becoming more vocal of their opinions about it.

All those Years ago, Us kids when we know Sekaiichi Hatsukoi(The world's greatest first love) had always been either our First BL to watch or if never been the first -Could be Second or Third-

We never knew what it was like watching and knowing the fact we giggled & fangirled at those scenes as being Animated(Except those in Mangas)

Now this generation, as us Kids who were nowhere Adults or older teens grew to understand how toxic their relationship (Takano & Onodera) is in the manga as they grew to understand the plotline more. Little did they really know... what happened to the manga??? Had it ended after that?

When I checked in the Wikipedia source,

The series is still alive😳😳😳

(Fr my literal reaction)

But anyways LETS GET STARTED

Im not gonna say that much but if you wanna know the latest update of:

How many days till Onodera Falls in Love???

The latest Chapter that is being Translated said it was 16 Days.

Since 2021. VOL.16?!

Holy shit

And how it go when the effect come by as the manga showed:

16 DAYS TILL HE FALLS IN LOVE

Gurl... I tell you what I saw it's more of like Onodera My guy.

Madam Sir. You have this man kissing you every 24/7 every now and then. In every single chapter where you guys being Friends with Benefits doing all the Nasty Hardcore Version: Birds & Bees.

And ur asking HIM TO KISS YOU???

He has been doing that to Onodera for too many times oh my goodness gracious. And You know this man is jealous when he saw Onodera with other people.

ESPECIALLY THIS OTHER GUY WHO we saw in the latest chapter who have been there for Onodera when he went Abroad 🥹🥹

(Lowkey rooting for that man tho)

After a Banana & Donut Hole moment, I realised they were longing for each other but they both were sort of afraid to show it. Especially, how both of them can be really intense, despite their personalities. Even just for a little things they always see & realised how they grew or small things that they find, as they both reminiscent.

What got me surprised is when Onodera noticed Takano's lashes were long, he usually doesn't care before but when progressed has started as I read the recent chapters. I realised Onodera's feelings grew when Takano was there. Longing for his touch, gaze, kisses, his dire moments, his company... whatever you call it(Remember my previous post where Onodera Touches himself??)

I realised, he's starting to grow his feelings onto him, slowly getting there yet had many doubts.

After reading, the translations STOPPED and I didn't even get to read ANY UPDATE and its been 2 years from now.

All I got was... A Book Cover from Vol. 17 & 18(LATEST 2023)

I just even realised something...

Volume 16 had... 16 Days left...

Let alone there's 17 & 18...

I feel that Volume 17 onwards are going to start a Single Digit number. As Onodera PROGRESSES ONWARDS....

(I mean LOOK AT THIS COVER BELOW HERE)

This is legit...

The LATEST COVER SHOWN IN 2023

And it's gonna be released in 1st May...

Oh my GOD

Onodera's Hands DIDNT EVEN FLINCH.

I'm starting to bet when it releases.

We are getting a Single Digit Number till he fells in love & see how Onodera will react that way.

Starting from Vol.18

What if Onodera wanted to confess Takano back when Something bad happened to them again. Will do they do poetic Justice????

I HAVE SO MANY ANSWERS

THE END IS NEAR

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frmartinshomiliesandreflections · 1 year

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8th December >> Fr. Martin’s Gospel Reflections / Homilies on Luke 1:26-38 for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary: ‘Let what you have said be done to me’.

Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Gospel (Except USA)

Luke 1:26-38

'I am the handmaid of the Lord'.

The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you’ the angel answered ‘and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’ ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord,’ said Mary ‘let what you have said be done to me.’ And the angel left her.

Gospel (USA)

Luke 1:26–38

Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.

The angel Gabriel was sent from God to a town of Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the house of David, and the virgin’s name was Mary. And coming to her, he said, “Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.” But she was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. Then the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father, and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and of his Kingdom there will be no end.” But Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I have no relations with a man?” And the angel said to her in reply, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore the child to be born will be called holy, the Son of God. And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren; for nothing will be impossible for God.” Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.

Reflections (7)

(i) Feast of the Immaculate Conception of Mary

The two great saints of Advent are John the Baptist and Mary, the man of the vast wilderness of Judea and the woman of the small village of Nazareth. John the Baptist was an infant when Mary gave birth to Jesus. John’s role was to prepare people for the coming of the adult Jesus, calling on people to repent, to turn more fully towards God, in preparation for Jesus’ arrival on the scene as a thirty year old adult. Mary’s role was to consent to be the mother of Jesus and then, with Joseph, to provide the home in Nazareth which allowed Jesus to prepare himself for his public ministry, which began with his baptism by John the Baptist. If John the Baptist helped to prepare people for the coming ministry of Jesus, Mary helped to prepare Jesus for his own coming ministry.

We all may have had several John the Baptist figures in our lives, people who opened us up more fully to the Lord’s coming, but we all only have one mother. Mary’s relationship with Jesus was unique. It was because of her unique relationship with Jesus that the believing community, the church, came to understand over many centuries that Mary was the greatest of all the saints. We often speak of the saints as those who allowed the light of God to shine through them fully. In his poem on the Blessed Virgin, the Jesuit poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins, writes of Mary: ‘This one work has to do – Let all God’s glory through. God’s glory which would go Through her and from her flow Off, and no way but so’. God’s glorious light shone through Mary more fully than could be said of any other saint, because there was nothing in her to block that light, no trace of the darkness of sin.

Mary was completely open to God’s purpose for her life, as she says to God’s messenger, Gabriel, in today’s gospel reading, ‘Let what you have said be done to be’’. In the Lord’s Prayer we pray, ‘They will be done on earth as it is in heaven’. In Mary’s life, God’s will was done as it is in heaven. She gave herself over completely to God’s will for her to become the mother of his Son, with all that would imply for her. When we speak of Mary’s Immaculate Conception, we are saying that from the first moments of her life she was open to God’s purpose, God’s desire for her life. In the words of today’s second reading, God chose her ‘to be holy and spotless, and to live through love in his presence’ and she responded fully to that choice of God. Yet, the gospel reading for this feast suggests that Mary’s openness to God’s purpose for her life, God’s choice of her, did not come without a struggle. We are told that when God first greeted her through Gabriel, ‘she was deeply disturbed’ and wondered what the greeting could mean. When God then made clear to her what was being asked of her, she was full of questions, ‘How can this come about?’ She had difficulty in trying to grasp the ways of God in her own regard, as we all do sometimes. She certainly didn’t get the answer to all her questions at this moment of the annunciation. The evangelist Luke will soon tell us that when the shepherds told her what they had seen and heard that night while tending their sheep Mary pondered their words in her heart. Luke also tells us that when Mary and Joseph found their twelve year old child in the Temple after three days of searching, ‘they did not understanding what he said to them’. The cloud of unknowing took a long time to lift from Mary, and, yet, from within this cloud her life proclaimed a whole-hearted ‘yes’ to God’s desire for her, and God’s desire for the world, through her.

In contrast, Adam in the first reading could not say a wholehearted ‘yes’ to God’s will for his life, eating of the one tree that God had placed out of bounds. He ate of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, in the belief that it would make him like God. In his efforts to become God-like, he lost God, he found himself wanting to hide from God, and God had to call to him, ‘Where are you?’ Whenever we turn from God, in whatever way, this is God’s question to us all. God is always seeking us out in his love. Jesus was the fullest human expression of God’s searching love, declaring himself to be the Son of Man who came to seek out and to save the lost. We can all find ourselves among the lost, from time to time, leaving God needing to ask us, ‘Where are you?’ It is a question that God never had to put to Mary because she was always there in God’s presence, available to God’s desire for her life. As a woman, as a mother, she can be an inspiration to us all, especially when we are tempted to go into hiding from God. She is our motherly companion on our own pilgrim way, which is why we can always ask her to ‘pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death’.

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(ii) Feast of the Immaculate Conception of Mary

In this morning’s gospel reading Mary is addressed by the angel Gabriel as ‘so highly favoured’. In the very next verse Luke says ‘she was deeply disturbed by these words’. She was highly favoured and deeply disturbed. Sometimes being highly favoured can be deeply disturbing. We wonder, ‘Why I am being highly favoured?’ We can struggle to receive the favour of others because we feel we don’t deserve it, and, at a deeper level, we can struggle to receive the favour of God. How can I be favoured by God when I have done so little? Yet, like Mary, although in a way that is unique to each of us, we have all been highly favoured by God. Our coming to birth was the work of God’s favour; our baptism into Christ was the work of God’s favour. As Saint John put it in one of his letters, ‘God loved us first’. As Paul puts it at the beginning of today’s second reading, ‘Blessed be God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who has blessed us with all the spiritual blessings of heaven in Christ’.

Among all human beings, Mary was uniquely favoured by God. She was chosen by God to be the mother of God’s Son. Today’s feast proclaims that she was uniquely favoured by God from the moment of her conception in her own mother’s womb. From that first moment of her life, God was preparing her to be the woman from whose womb Jesus, the Son of God, would be born. The gospel reading this morning suggests that Mary struggled to receive this extraordinary favour of God, and all it would entail for her. Initially, she was deeply disturbed, and then she questioned, ‘But how can this come about?’ Finally, she surrendered, ‘Let what you have said be done to me’. From that moment of her surrender to God’s favour of her, she became a source of blessing to all of humanity, the one through whom Jesus came to us. By her complete surrender to God’s desire for her life, she gave birth to Jesus in her heart, before she gave birth to him in her womb. In the garden of Gethsemane Jesus prayed to God, ‘Not my will but yours be done’. Luke presents Mary as entering into that prayer of Jesus before Jesus was even conceived, ‘Let what you have said be done to me’.

If we are like Mary in being highly favoured by God, we are also called to be like her in the way that we respond to God’s favour of us. We are to surrender our lives to God who has so favoured us, allowing God to work in and through us according to his purpose for our lives. Then, like Mary, we too will give birth to Christ in our lives. We too will be a source of blessing for others.

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(iii) Feast of the Immaculate Conception

Children’s games have become a lot more sophisticated in recent years, especially those games that are computer based. A lot of such digital games will be purchased as Christmas presents in the weeks to come. Many of them are very expensive. Yet, there are some games that never seem to go out of fashion with children and have no financial cost attached to them. One such game is that of hide and seek. A child hides somewhere and other children have to find him or her. The thrill of the search and the joy of discovery holds an attraction for children. Perhaps this game has an appeal to children because we are all seekers at heart regardless of our age. Saint Augustine said that our hearts will always be restless until they rest in God. In that sense, all our searching is, ultimately, a search for God.

There are times when we might be tempted to think that God is playing hid and seek with us. We seek God but we struggle to find God. God appears to be in hiding. Many of the psalms in the Jewish Scriptures seem to spring from the experience of God seeming to ‘hide his face’, in the language of the Psalms. The person praying calls out to God to show his face, to make himself known, to stop hiding. When Jesus cried out on the cross in the language of one of the psalms, ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’, he was asking God, ‘Where are you?’ It is a question that some of us may have addressed to God at some time.

In today’s first reading, however, it is God who asks the question, ‘Where are you?’ It is God who is seeking Adam and Adam who is hiding from God. There is a sense in which the story of Adam and Eve, and it is a story, is the story of every human being. The author was portraying humankind in its relationship with God. We may, at heart, be people who seek God continually. Yet there are times when we hide from God and God becomes the seeker, crying out to us, ‘Where are you?’ In the case of Adam, it was shame and guilt that caused him to hide from God. God had given Adam and Eve all the beauty and goodness of the garden of Eden. There was only one tree in the garden that God had placed out of bounds, the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Yet, the couple could not resist the temptation to eat of this tree, sensing that in eating of its fruit they would become like God. In the immediate aftermath of this act, they hide from God who had given so generously to them. The sense that all is not well in our relationship with God can cause us to hide from God too. We are reluctant to face God. Yet, the first reading suggests that whenever we hide from God out of shame or guilt, God continues to seek us out. God continues to pursue us in his love. God’s question, ‘Where are you?’ springs from a heart of love. Jesus, Mary’s Son, revealed this seeking heart of God to the full. He said of himself that he came to seek out and to save the lost. He wanted to find those who were hiding from God out of fear of God’s displeasure. He wanted to reveal to them God’s faithful and enduring love, and to call them back into a loving relationship with God. There are times in our lives when we simply need to allow ourselves to be found by God. God is always calling on us to step out into the light of God’s love and to open our hearts to God’s light which continues to shine upon us through Jesus, his Son, a light no darkness in our lives can overcome.

Today’s feast celebrates the good news that Mary was always open to the light of God’s love, from the first moment of her conception in the womb of her mother. At no point did Mary ever hide from God, because she had no reason to do so. God never had to address the question to her, ‘Where are you?’ In today’s gospel reading, God seeks out Mary through his messenger, the angel Gabriel. Mary does not hide from God’s messenger. Yes, we are told that she was ‘deeply disturbed’ by Gabriel’s greeting. Yes, her response to Gabriel’s subsequent message was initially a questioning one, ‘How can this come about?’ God’s presence will always be, to some extent, a disturbing experience; it will always leave us with questions. Yet, despite these uncomfortable feelings, Mary stood her ground. She remained open to God’s presence. She surrendered to God’s desire for her life, ‘let what you have said be done to me’, thereby allowing God’s desire for all humanity to come to pass. On this, the feast of the Immaculate Conception, we ask Mary to pray for us sinners now, so that we may be as open and responsive to God’s presence to us and to God’s desire for our lives as she was.

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(iv) Feast of the Immaculate Conception

The scene in today’s gospel reading is very beautifully depicted in one of our stained glass windows in the sanctuary and also on the front of the altar below the stained glass. The annunciation of the angel Gabriel to Mary is one of those gospel scenes that has inspired artists down the centuries, stained glass artists, painters, carvers. Somehow they sensed the significance of this event in God’s dealings with humanity. This was the moment when God needed Mary’s consent to become the mother of his Son. God had chosen Mary for this hugely significant role. A great deal would depend on how Mary responded to this choice that God was making of her. God chose her out of all the women in history, this young teenage woman from a small village in the hill country of Judea during the reign of the Roman Emperor Augustus. God’s choice of this one woman was a wonderful privilege for her but would also make great demands on her. At that moment, the whole human race desperately needed her to say ‘yes’ to God’s choice and God’s call. The gospel reading speaks of Mary as being ‘deeply disturbed’ by this visitation from God and full of questions, and, yet, in the end she lived up to humanity’s expectations, surrendering wholeheartedly to God’s choice of her, God’s call on her, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord, let what you have said be done to me’. She said ‘Yes’ to God, on all our behalf, for all our sakes. It was through Mary of Nazareth that we would receive the gift of Jesus from God.

That story in today’s gospel reading expresses the meaning of today’s feast of Mary’s ‘Immaculate Conception’. We are celebrating today Mary’s complete openness to God’s presence, her total responsiveness to God’s call. To say that Mary was immaculately conceived is to say that Mary was untouched by what we call original sin. There was no sin in her life from the first moment of her existence. Her life was one constant ‘Yes’ to God’s choice and call from her conception to her final breath. She allowed herself to be touched by God’s grace in a very complete way. She was ‘full of grace’, full of God. She was, in the full sense, a woman of God, and this made her a woman for others. According to the scene that follows today’s gospel reading, she gave herself in love to Elizabeth her older cousin for several months. She, of course, gave herself to Jesus, her son, and she let go of her precious Son so as to give him to us all. After her Son’s death and resurrection, she gave herself to his followers, the disciples. She was present with them at Pentecost when the Spirit of the risen Lord, the Holy Spirit, came down upon them, to empower them to be his witnesses to others. As a woman of God for others, we see in her the human person we were originally designed to be. In our second reading, Paul declares that God ‘chose us in Christ to be holy and spotless, and to live through love in his presence’. Mary is the person God desires us all to be.

The story of Adam and Eve tells a very different story to the story Luke tells in the gospel reading. Adam had said ‘no’ to God’s choice and call, eating of the tree that was out of bounds. The break in his relationship with God led him to hide from God, and God had to call out after him, ‘Where are you?’ In hiding from God, he also hid from himself. Refusing to take responsibility for his actions, he blamed his wife Eve, ‘it was the woman’, and she in turn blamed the serpent, ‘the serpent tempted me’. For the author of the Book of Genesis, the story of Adam and Eve was the human story. It is the story of us all. We are all prone to going out own way, turning away from God’s presence, God’s call, and, then, hiding from God, and, as a result, losing touch with our true selves and damaging our relationship with others. Yet, when that happens, the Lord continues to call after us, ‘Where are you?’ not in an accusing way but in a loving way. Jesus, Mary’s Son, declared that he had come to seek out and save the lost, which is all of us. Adam hid from God out of fear, but the Lord in the gospels constantly says to people, ‘Do not be afraid’. As Saint John says in his first letter, perfect love casts out fear.

Today’s feast reminds us that we have someone we can look to and be inspired by in our efforts to respond to the Lord’s choice of us and his call to us. Mary, the mother of Jesus, is also our mother. She knows the power of sin and what it can do to human lives; she saw what it did to her Son. She surrounds us with her intercession and prayer so that we can become the human person God desires us to be. That is why we can ask her with confidence to pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

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(v) Feast of the Immaculate Conception

The annunciation of the angel Gabriel to Mary has inspired artists down the centuries, stained glass artists, painters, carvers. Somehow they sensed the significance of this event in God’s dealings with humanity. This was the moment when God needed Mary’s consent to become the mother of his Son. A great deal would depend on how Mary responded to this choice that God was making of her. At that moment, the whole human race desperately needed her to say ‘yes’ to God’s choice and God’s call. The gospel reading speaks of Mary as being ‘deeply disturbed’ by this visitation from God and full of questions, and, yet, in the end she lived up to humanity’s expectations, surrendering wholeheartedly to God’s choice of her. She said ‘Yes’ to God, on all our behalf.

We are celebrating today Mary’s complete responsiveness to God’s call. To say that Mary was immaculately conceived is to say that there was no sin in her life from the first moment of her existence. Her life was one constant ‘Yes’ to God’s choice and call from her conception to her final breath. She allowed herself to be touched by God’s grace in a very complete way. She was ‘full of grace’, full of God. She was a woman of God, and this made her a woman for others. According to the scene that follows today’s gospel reading, she gave herself in love to Elizabeth her older cousin for several months. As a woman of God for others, we see in her the human person we were designed to be. In our second reading, Paul declares that God ‘chose us in Christ to be holy and spotless, and to live through love in his presence’.

The story of Adam and Eve tells a very different story to the story Luke tells in the gospel reading. Adam had said ‘no’ to God’s call, eating of the tree that was out of bounds. The break in his relationship with God led him to hide from God, and God had to cry out after him, ‘Where are you?’ In hiding from God, he also hid from himself. Refusing to take responsibility for his actions, he blamed his wife Eve, ‘it was the woman’, and she in turn blamed the serpent. The story of Adam and Eve is the story of us all. We are all prone to going out own way, turning away from God’s call, hiding from God, and, as a result, losing touch with our true selves and damaging our relationship with others. Yet, when that happens, the Lord continues to call after us in love, ‘Where are you?’ Mary’s adult son declared that he had come to seek out and save the lost, which is all of us.

Today’s feast reminds us that we have someone we can look towards in our efforts to respond to the Lord’s call to us. Mary, the mother of Jesus, is also our mother. She knows the power of sin and what it can do to human lives; she saw what it did to her Son. She surrounds us with her intercessory prayer so that we can become the human person God desires us to be. That is why we can ask her with confidence to pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

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(vi) Feast of the Immaculate Conception

John Henry Newman was canonized a couple of months ago. After his conversion to Catholicism, one of the people that he received into the church was the poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins, in 1866. Hopkins became a Jesuit two years later; he went on to teach in the Jesuit run University College that Newman had started on Saint Stephen’s Green in Dublin. It was there Hopkins died in 1889. Hopkins wrote a poem on Mary entitled, ‘The Blessed Virgin compared to the air we breathe’. He speaks of air as the nursing element of the universe. What he calls ‘the world-mothering air’ speaks to him of Mary. The poem was composed a couple of decades after Pope Pius IX proclaimed the dogma of Mary’s Immaculate Conception. In his poem, Hopkins makes reference to Mary’s Immaculate Conception: ‘Mary Immaculate, merely a woman, yet whose presence, power is great as no goddess’s was deemed, dreamed, who this one work has to do – Let all God’s glory through’. Today’s feast celebrates Mary as one who let all God’s glory through. If saints are people through whose lives shines the light of God’s glory, this is especially true of Mary. There was nothing in Mary to block the light of God’s glorious presence. In his poem, Hopkins, addresses Mary, ‘Be thou then, O thou dear Mother, my atmosphere; My happier world, wherein to wend and meet no sin’.

The Pope’s proclamation of Mary’s Immaculate Conception in 1854 articulated what had been the faith of the church since earliest times. It was understood by the faithful that Mary was preserved by God from sin because of her unique privilege of being the mother of God’s Son. In the words of today’s gospel reading, she was ‘highly favoured’ by God, because she was chosen to carry God’s Son in her womb, give birth to him and nurture him with a mother’s love and, then, to let him go as an adult for the doing of God’s work in the world. In his poem, Hopkins beautifully expresses this special favour that God gave to Mary. He says, that she ‘gave God’s infinity dwindled to infancy welcome in womb and breast, birth, milk, and all the rest’. Mary was highly favoured and, yet, she had to respond to God’s favour. Today’s gospel reading shows that her response to God’s favour was complete, ‘I am the servant of the Lord. Let what you have said be done to me’. She gave a total ‘yes’ to the unique grace and call that God gave her. There was no holding back from her. She was completely open to God’s call. Her surrender to God’s purpose for her life was total and enduring. Her response to God at the moment of the annunciation anticipated her own son’s response to God in the garden of Gethsemane, ‘Not my will but yours be done’.

Speaking of Mary in these terms may seem to make her remote from us. Perhaps we can more easily recognize something of ourselves in Adam’s story in the first reading. Like him, we go against what God desires for us, reaching for what is out of bounds. Like him, we blame others for our own failings. Like him, having gone against God’s desire for our lives, we hide from God, and God has to call after us, ‘Where are you?’ All of that may be true of us, and, yet, it is never our full story. God’s question, ‘Where are you?’ reveals a God who seeks out the lost. Mary’s Son, Jesus, shows us that God is constantly seeking us out in his love, working to draw us into a life-giving communion with himself. God has a wonderful purpose for our lives, which he never abandons, no matter how often we turn from God. Saint Paul in today’s second reading expresses God’s purpose for our lives very eloquently. God ‘chose us in Christ, to be holy and spotless, and to live through love in his presence, determining that we should become his adopted sons (and daughters)’. God’s purpose for our lives is that his Son would be formed in our lives, so that we can live through love in God’s presence, so that we can live in the same loving way that Jesus did. In Mary, we see this person we are called to be. God’s Son was formed in her, not just physically, but spiritually. She lived through love in God’s presence, giving herself in love to God and to others.

The gospel reading suggests that Mary’s becoming the person God was calling her to be did not come easy to her. The path that God was asking her to take was not always clear to her, ‘How can this come about?’ She needed God’s help, the overshadowing of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit who overshadowed her at the annunciation overshadowed us at our baptism and remains with us all through life. She herself can help us to become the person God calls us to be. That is why we ask her to pray for us now, and at the hour of our death. Hopkins refers to this role of Mary in our lives in his poem, saying that she ‘mantles the guilty globe, since God has let her dispense her prayers, his providence’.

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(vii) Feast of the Immaculate Conception

The scene in today’s gospel reading is very beautifully depicted in one of our stained glass windows in the sanctuary and also on the front of the altar below the stained glass. The annunciation of the angel Gabriel to Mary is one of those gospel scenes that has inspired artists down the centuries, such as stained glass artists, painters, carvers. They sensed the significance of this event in God’s dealings with humanity. This was the moment when God needed Mary’s consent to become the mother of his Son. God had chosen Mary for this hugely significant role. A great deal would depend on whether or not Mary consented to the choice that God was making of her. Out of all the women in history, God chose this young teenage woman from a small village Galilee during the reign of the Roman Emperor Augustus. God’s choice of this woman was a wonderful privilege for her but would also make great demands on her. At that moment, the whole human race desperately needed her to say ‘yes’ to God’s choice and God’s call. The gospel reading speaks of Mary as being ‘deeply disturbed’ by this visitation from God and full of questions, and, yet, in the end she lived up to humanity’s expectations. She surrendered wholeheartedly to God’s choice of her, God’s call on her, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord, let what you have said be done to me’. She said ‘Yes’ to God, on all our behalf, for all our sakes. It was because of her ‘yes’ to God’s desire for her life that we would receive the gift of Jesus from God.

The story in our gospel reading expresses the meaning of today’s feast of Mary’s ‘Immaculate Conception’. We are celebrating today Mary’s total responsiveness to God’s call, her complete openness to God’s will. To say that Mary was immaculately conceived is to say that Mary was untouched by sin. There was no sin in her life from the first moment of her existence. Her life was one constant ‘Yes’ to God’s choice and call, from her conception to her final breath. She allowed herself to be touched by God’s grace in a very complete way. She was ‘full of grace’, full of God. God’s will was done in her, as it is in heaven. She was, truly, a woman of God, and this made her a woman for others. According to Luke’s gospel, after her annunciation, Mary immediately gives herself in love to Elizabeth her older cousin, staying with her for several months. She went on to give herself to Jesus, her son, and she let go of her precious Son so as to give him to us all. After her Son’s death and resurrection, she gave herself in love to his followers, the disciples. She was present with them at Pentecost when the Spirit of the risen Lord, the Holy Spirit, came down upon them. As a woman of God for others, we see in her the human person we are all called to become. In our second reading, Paul declares that God ‘chose us in Christ to be holy and spotless, and to live through love in his presence’. Mary is the person God desires us all to be.

The story of Adam and Eve tells a very different story to the story Luke tells in the gospel reading. Adam had said ‘no’ to God’s choice and call, eating of the tree that was out of bounds. The break in his relationship with God led him to hide from God, and God had to call out after him, ‘Where are you?’ In hiding from God, he also hid from himself. Refusing to take responsibility for his actions, he blamed his wife Eve, ‘it was the woman’; she in turn blamed the serpent, ‘the serpent tempted me’. For the author of the Book of Genesis, the story of Adam and Eve is the story of us all. We are all prone to going out own way, turning away from God’s presence, God’s call, and, then, hiding from God, and, as a result, losing touch with our true selves and damaging our relationship with others. Yet, when that happens, the Lord continues the same question he asked Adam, ‘Where are you?’ The Lord asks this question not in an accusing way but in a loving way. Jesus, Mary’s Son, came to seek out and save the lost, which is all of us. Adam hid from God out of fear, but the Lord in the gospels constantly says to people, ‘Do not be afraid’. As Saint John says in his first letter, perfect love casts out fear.

Today’s feast reminds us that we have someone we can look to and be inspired by in our efforts to respond to the Lord’s choice of us and his call to us, his searching love. Mary, the mother of Jesus, is also our mother. She knows the power of sin and what it can do to human lives; she saw what it did to her Son. She surrounds us with her intercession and prayer so that we too can become the human person God desires us to be. That is why we can ask her with confidence to pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

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raazberry · 2 years

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lemnis really went after he got attached to the original individuals and sought to set things right skjfcndskj

but yeah, it's pretty eerie when you think about it because he just plopped into [godtongue]'s universe and stayed there for who knows how long, definitely witnessed the celestial war from down below, and then suddenly everything goes quiet. there's no communication, there's no check-ins, it's just him. he may as well assume all of the other archons & denizens abandoned him 💔 (or dead but yk)

and he was seeking them out! i didn't include this bit, but the second he felt that they were (about to be) born, he'd go and visit them. a lot of the times, he'd visit as they were growing up until they couldn't stay in their respective homes any longer, taking them in with him to keep them safe & "hidden". in [godtongue]'s case, he knew both of her parents beforehand, particularly her mother. after she took her leap of faith, he made sure to notify her father when he could!

"yo i saved ur daughter ur freaking welcommee 🙄🙄" and then her dad went "pls. pls just keep her safe" "thats the plan son" /j

and like. you'd imagine that [godtongue] would be traumatized after losing so much.. and she was! her teenage years consisted of her learning patience & how to forgive herself. before, she would impulsively confront 'in the name of justice', but she hadn't stopped before to think what that was. she didn't realize it, but she'd grown snarky & bitter in the face of everyone who was against her family.

tbh she was pretty much a well-meaning shithead during those next couple of years (mostly towards lemnis) lmao, all the while she grew into a very admirable and compassionate person, and especially a warm-hearted older sister you could depend on. she'd sneak into lemnis' secret studies and work twice as hard just to be able to read through his archives & books and once her younger siblings came more into the picture, she'd often aid them in their own interests & inspire them (both in a bad and good way) <3

as an adult she's respectful & fairly curious, going as far as managing to eavesdrop on RAD's student council in season 1 only to quickly be caught by barbatos, who would invite her to tea during every meeting to keep her occupied. unfortunately (or fortunately? hue hue) for barbatos, she'd ask questions that were both clever & thoughtful in nature--she isn't so easily quieted down lolol, but barbatos is probably the ONLY demon thar rivals her wit in his manner, and in a teasing sort of way, too. no matter! because she also successfully teases him back (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧ they are good friends, your honor

..save for the times she'd always look a little too deep into his eyes thanks to her curiosity, which would always be responded with “you see too much, my friend.” ..which has proven to be true all her life tbh so it's a haunting line for her

ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THINKING THIS IS INTERESTING!! yes casteus was the chosen descendant for the great old god, tian! and nazeli falling to her death was meant to parallel aurelia (hehe) leaping off the cliff. in a way, the fact that the original godtongue chose her makes you wonder if she was meant to live out the life she would've wanted for nazeli. she outlived her daughter, and now the new godtongue would outlive her own mother.

i definitely have more info on her siblings but i'll leave it at that for now 👌👌 honestly it's so funny when i talk about [godtongue]'s lore to friends because when i mention any of the obm cast they're like "i forgot this is your mc's backstory" and honestly love myself for that jdnfvks i really love writing it out, too!! i hope you're feeling okay btw <3

in all honesty i keep forgetting that this is your MC's lore as well because in my head i'm just like. this is a whole other world!!! which is technically true, but y'know

lemnis is just like me fr & im saying this for the tenth time atp but he is the belovedest ever i love him so much!!!!!!!!!!!! and the pics u linked about lia's dad :( i wish they could've all lived and been happy together somehow in another life

ALSO HELP TEENAGE GODTONGUE AS ANYA i haven't watched anastasia but you've definitely convinced me to now

also im just imagining barbatos and godtongue having tiny tea parties :DDDD they're besties (real) who else does she get along with in the obm cast?

i love, love, love how curious she is because it just makes for so much hilarity and learning also the ehe te nandayo bit made me cry with laughter bc i can Hear it

also im curious - do you usually write about her in like a Book Format (like. the previous ask abt this) or is it just a bunch of drabbles you kinda ended up stitching together? bc it's really cool to me how much depth there is to her and the people who have affected her life :0

#sorry about the late answer #i woke up from my nap like 20 minutes ago #cant wait for sibling lore tho bc they sound very fun!!!!!!!!#évo #godtongue my beloved #asks

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luvring · 2 years

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I just read your dad felix hc!!! I love it so much!!! So I was wondering if we could have more of it?? And perhaps…dad!rime?👀

another day another fluff post for me #WIN #FEMINISM

felix giving his kids his old clothes...my god his kids are so lucky I want his clothes

felix taking them to a midnight screening of a movie they've been wanting to watch because they're too young to go alone :(

somebody who looks at baby clothes and marvels at how tiny they are. seriously baby shoes are so fucking small i want to cry??

takes embarrassing photos/videos of them when they're small and pulls them out years later at the worst times

may or may not overpack their things if they want to go to a sleepover

don't talk to him about packing for university...don't

lets them write down snacks they want on the grocery list and stand on the front of the cart while pushing it

felix helping them with science projects. that guy was so excited to try making a volcano (you need to be the adult supervision.)

they can come to him for help with any english work though. there's a good chance he's read and analysed the book already

the epitome of finding out the most random crazy stories from your dad. "this reminds me of the time i accidentally set the kitchen on fire, actually." "i mean i have died multiple times" Bro?

rime

dad!rime is such a funny concept in my head because he seems like the kind of person to hear a child crying in the grocery store and say "if they do not shut that brat up right now,"

But. if he did have a child/adopt one and someone has something to say...he's glaring

sage teasing/insulting his kids and vice versa is one thing. rime and his kids are another. we went from "ohh you can't handle me winning, you're just a sore loser!" to "why would you wear that. no i don't care if it's revealing that design is so bad"

taking felix's clothes...think about getting rime's clothes...come on

literally always spot on with clothing presents. Always.

would tell his kids to just pirate movies HELGPDMD

doesn't let them talk down on themselves. teaches them to be confident and not take anyone's shit fr

"dad i can't do this" "uh-uh, any kid of mine can do anything they want. let's go, you're trying again."

it's the gentle parenting without being super soft or kind. he knows them and what kind of motivation they need, y'know?

if they get in trouble with another kid he's going to ask if 1) they're alright and 2) the other kid deserved it

will always take his kids' side

a menace at parent-teacher interviews or open houses

his kids are comfortable talking to him about any crushes or people. like he's so honest about his opinions because he wants them to stay safe and be around the best people

throws the biggest birthday parties for them (if they want them). lets them invite as many people as they want, has lots of food and presents, etc. etc.

you know his kids have the best outfits at any dances

him teaching them his perfected hot chocolate mix. ok

very proud of all their accomplishments. would have a shelf for any trophies, medals, photos, etc.

would purposely leave them at the checkout line to grab something last minute just to come back empty-handed

i am not saying his kids would have to deal with their friends making dilf jokes. But. if it happens i won't be shocked (tbf. felix and sage also.)

#🛒nia.reqs #last legacy #last legacy headcanons #last legacy rime #last legacy fluff #last legacy felix #fictif felix #fictif rime #felix escellun #rime solano varela #fictif

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anne-i-write · 3 years

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moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 1

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their children and hpw many children they want? |

william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader; sebastian x reader; fred x reader

word count: 2397

pt. 2: 221b boys

a/n: I DONT KNOW WHY I DIDNT WRITE THIS EARLIER IM SO SORRY THIS REQUEST HAS LITERALLY BEEN IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG I AM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

william: 487 words

with his whole plan to clean the world of the filthy nobles, william never really stopped to think about having children

well, until he met you

you both were in town one day and he saw you fondly watching a child speak with her mother

“i think two children would be nice”

“i didn’t even ask”

“i know, but the look you gave that mother was telling enough”

n e ways he is a simp and he did eventually give you what you wanted

fast forward a few years, you have two children: a boy and a girl

and they look exactly like their father

like,, it lowkey pains you how much they physically take after their father

you wanted to be like “oh they have your personality, but they look just like me!”

granted, your son took after you in an emotional sense but your daughter was a daddy’s girl through and through

like she looks like him, she acts like him, speaks like him, she even EATS like him

ok but the men w your children

fred is a freaking sweetheart ok

like he’ll watch over the kids when no one has the time and they love him too so they’ll help out in the garden which you are SO thankful for

tbh they only like uncle albert bc he brings them lil trinkets from when he gets back from london LMAO

louis doesn’t show it, but he absolutely adores your children and makes extra snacks for them at tea time

you caught onto this at one point bc for some REASON your kids would not stop bouncing off of the walls before bed and they told you uncle louis gave them chocolate

and sebastian loves messing w your kids bc,,, sebastian

but he accidentally made your son cry ONCE and he was at the mercy of every adult in the moriarty estate including the boy’s younger sister

needless to say, he watched his actions and words around your children after that

now, william

i’m just gonna say this straight out: most of the men never really thought about having kids (save john and albert)

but when you finally had kids, william had a different outlook on life

like fr,, this man works overtime now trying to get rid of the filth that is called nobles

he doesn’t want his kids to be raised in a world where just because you have more money than another means you get to look down on them

you still instill in them those good morals ofc

he also tries to be very present in their lives since he and his brother were raised as orphans

when he was younger, he didn’t mind it all much

but now that he had this small family and a brighter future, he did everything in his power to make sure they’re happy and grow up in a cleaner and kinder world

louis: 320 words

it took you a week to get him to at LEAST humor you

“if you could, how many kids do you want?”

“none”

like, this guy is so dedicated to his brother and his cause it is a WONDER you somehow wormed your way into his heart

but you did and honestly, the brothers are actually very happy that you’re with them

william especially

louis rarely emotes but when you came into their lives, you got louis pissed at one point and everyone was like,,,, wtf?? he has emotions???

anyways, his answer is one kid LMAO

and when you get that one kid, he looks just like louis

yall already KNOW that he’s ready to die for that child as soon as louis holds him in his arms

the only kid sebastian wouldnt even try to mess with

he can deal with william’s albert’s or fred’s kids but louis lowkey intimidates him so he’s as nice as he can be

that being said, louis teaches his kid how to properly handle stuff around the house

you want to cry bc ur son is just so??? the little kid just loves helping out no matter how small the task and he’s just so cute it hurts

even sebastian’s kinda like,, “aight he’s the only kid i will tolerate”

louis grew up with only his brothers so he also wants to give his son a shot at a normal family

is actually aware at how he thinks he’s indispensable for william’s cause and he doesn’t want his son to end up like him

he also teaches his son some badass fighting moves

oh and louis smiles a lot more too

cried bc his son saw the scar he got on his cheek, rubbed some dirt on his lil face and said “i have daddy’s cool scar now”

all in all his son is the best thing to happen to all of you

albert: 505 words

same as louis in the fact that it takes him a week to answer

“you know you haven’t even answered my question”

“i’m sorry, what did you say?”

“how many kids do you want?”

genuinely takes time to ponder that question

he hadn’t thought of that since his family adopted william and louis

but with you?

“i think two darling girls who take after their mother is enough for me”

pls he’d be so sweet 🥺🥺🥺

you two end up having a girl and a boy, who look just like their father

and tbh, you’re not even mad

you love them so much so when albert comes back north, the three of you are ecstatic

the happiness was short lived for albert tho

he found his son spending time with william and there’s nothing bad right????

“where’s your sister?”

“she’s with mr. moran”

his heart DROPPED

out of all the people in the manor

HIM

he sees the two running around the garden

it all happened as soon as albert’s daughter went up to sebastian and said “you’re very pretty! you’re my knight now!”

he decided to “adopt” the little girl and now he’s lowkey whipped

you found albert staring at sebastian playing with his daughter and updated him about everything going on

“but him??”

“he’s just a big softie for her let it go”

isn’t really surprised when he finds out they can fight a little

actually glad that they can hold their own, God forbid anything happens to them

otherwise mi6 has to deal w family matters lmao

“albert, she only tripped”

“you shouldve seen the fear in her eyes as she fell”

“IT WAS A STRAY COBBLESTONE”

would raise hell if anyone even THOUGHT ill of his kids

william and louis are the doting uncles

william more so than louis bc your kids have never seen louis smile

now they’re on a mission to make uncle louis smile

louis was on child duty one day and they managed to slip away

omyGOD he was stressed but also,, extremely worried

so when he found them he had the most genuine smile on his face

your daughter was like (・∀・)

she loves uncle louis

ofc your son adores his dad like,,, who else wouldn't feel awesome at the age of 10 if you found out your dad was a high ranking general

feels superior to sebastian bc of his dad

lmao this 4’5 kid thinks he can rule sebastian for some odd reason

the house is always dirty bc him and sebastian always prank each other

your daughter is trying to catch a butterfly but she can’t so fred helps

instantly loves fred

“is that what heartbreak is”

“i guess that’s what happens when you try to get close to my kids colonel”

albert is kind of afraid of turning into his dad but he has you and everyone else to remind him that: no you are not your father, you are so much better than him

loves your family with his entire being

sebastian: 844 words

“i see you looking at those kids and the answer is none”

lmao you’ll get so pouty around him bc you want kids dammit

that and he spoils you to no end so that's why you’re pouty lol

“fine we’ll only do one kid and bc one kid is all i can tolerate”

bruh

this man gives you three in four years LMFAO

two boys a year apart and a girl in the fourth year

you wanted to smack sebastian

when the two boys grew up, it was obvious they were already taking after their father in the physical sense

it was terrifying

they genuinely look like mini sebastians and you know everyone in the manor is afraid that you two birthed satan

and the satan was your eldest one

he’s just a feral sebastian moran in a tiny body

your second son, god bless him, looked just like his father but with fred’s temperament

and see, you were fine with your sons looking like their father

it was FINE right

you prayed to God that your third child would have at least some physical resemblance to you

your daughter was birthed, she grew up

and you cried

“HOW DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE YOU”

“i’ve got some strong genetics, baby”

you sulk for a lil bit

but you accept it anyway because you love your goddamn kids

thankfully, your second and youngest child are both soft spoken and it's only your husband and his tiny clone bringing hell to earth

smacking sebastian bc all of your children suddenly started swearing up a storm at each other

“WHYD YOU HIT ME”

“YOURE THE ONLY ONE WHO SWEARS AROUND THE KIDS”

finally sitting down and trying to convince them to stop swearing

“father does it!”

“your father’s stupid”

speaking of your daughter

she’s his little princess and no he will not take criticism

spoils her more than he spoils you

did she glance at a toy at a passing store?

he buys more toys than he should from said store

you have to physically hide some of his money bc there is only so much you can buy

and her older brothers are so caring you want to sob

if a person accidentally shoved her over bc she was tiny and they couldn’t see her

oh boy

get ready to restrain them like chihuahuas

“little sister will be protected at all costs”

since his second son is so different from him, sebastian actively makes time to talk about what the little boy is doing and what he’s getting from it

doesn’t want to be pushy and suffocating like his dad was so when his younger kid does want to be left alone to his devices, sebastian does so

but honestly loves that your second son is so literate

lddhsajdsfk what yall dont know is that they’re all in cahoots

kinda funny to see them all together bc they all take after their father so much it's like having three tiny sebastians go around town

anyways,,,, yall know the promised neverland right

you got ray, norman, and emma

granted one of them wasn’t as smart as ray but he definitely knew what stealth was

regular sibling rivalry was still a thing but if they could smell the pudding from the kitchen, they know they have to work together

sebastian caught his eldest smuggling biscuits into a small bag

he had half a mind to scold him

but then he ended up giving tips TO ALL HIS CHILDREN on how not to get caught next time—

bc of this they beg him to tell them some stories from afghanistan bc “there’s no way a man as old as dad knows this many stealth tactics”

louis is so fed up lmao

albert is in london most of the time so he just thanks the lord that he doesn’t have to deal w the propaganda that sebastian feeds his children about how “mr. albert is a bad man”

william is fine w it as long as they don’t trash the library

your younger ones love the library so they would cry at the thought of one of the books losing any of the pages

your second and your daughter are definitely the moriartys’ favorites

they don’t show it, but you just KNOW

your eldest could care less about that though

as long as you and his father still love him

and of course you both do

and fred is definitely your youngers favorite

they like to hang out in the garden

ok they still fight all the time though

just because your second child is soft spoken doesn't mean he’s afraid to throw hands

their sister likes to join in for the hell of it

but if someone wrongs any of the children

just because the younger ones are the moriartys’ favorite, doesn’t mean that they’re not gonna hunt someone down if they even think about trying to hurt the eldest too

yeah,,, good luck to them and their families

they got the entire moriarty estate coming after them

fred: 241 words

cmon yall are like,, young

but you did ask him bc you were curious if he thought about it

he wants one

and when yall do have the kid, you guys actually do have one kid and its a girl

since you both are young, you can immediately see a resemblance between her and her father

everyone who meets her would die for her

ABSOLUTE CUTIE

especially when she walks around the garden w her hand in her dad’s and he’s showing her all the plants and telling her how to take care of them

needless to say she grows up loving plants

any type of plant

the boys love giving her flowers or anything from bc she has the biggest smile every single time

no matter if it’s just a single rose or a rock

this was found out one time when sebastian gave her a rock bc everyone else had given her like,, two roses each

was afraid she was gonna cry

“thank you so much mr. moran! i will treasure this until i get old!”

she was like 4 at the time

and had the widest smile you’ve ever seen on her

guys u don’t understand she smiles a lot but this was like,, genuine happiness

but everyone was just,, i will destroy the world and myself if anything happens to her

fr it’s just sunshines and rainbows every single time she’s around

everyone just loves her ok

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Fools in the Darkness: Chapter Three

Darkling x Reader

Warnings: Death, violence, drugs (Parem), NSFW and sexual content. This content is explicit and 18+ at some points.

A/N: I keep saying to expect a slow down soon and I MEAN IT. I can’t sustain this any longer and to be honest, be ready for fic writing to come to a halt for a few weeks time in the next months-- I have a university dissertation to be writing, but instead I’m doing this! PRIORITIES. Thank you all for reading, fr.

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Chapter Three

“I thought he was a respectable General,” Inej whispered, finishing the last of her whiskey with a small frown.

“He plays the role well,” You replied sadly, before looking at Brekker. He was deep in thought, a scowl constantly present on his thin lips. “I’m only one person who knows the truth,”

“Then why tell us?” Kaz spoke suddenly. “Why share this with people you’ve just met?”

You took a moment to ponder your reply. Why were you telling the lackies at the Crow Club? The Dregs of the Barrel? Kaz Brekker and his band of un-merry men and women? Growing up in Kerch meant you already knew their names, despite not living in the country for most of your adult life. News travelled fast, especially when it concerned Ketterdam.

Maybe it was intentional that Inej found you that night, wandering the lush establishments at Fifth Harbour and riling up bouncers because of your appearance and obvious lack of kruge—or maybe it’d been fate.

“Why do you believe it?” You asked in return. “Why do you believe the word of a woman you’ve just met?” Kaz’s jaw clenched in response. He looked down at his desk, probably beating himself up over his prior question, even though it was a good one.

“Your Kefta,” Inej spoke up softly. “From afar, it looks like common dress, but up close, behind the mud and dirt, you can see the intricate embroidery,” She raised her tiny hands to your Kefta, placing her fingers on the stitched details—the winding winds of a Squaller, white threads against a deep black.

“You said you weren’t Second Army,” Kaz spoke up once more. “Yet you were in the Little Palace, being trained by the Darkling himself,”

“I never went on an army mission in the many months I was at the Little Palace,” You replied. “I was grateful at first, until I realised it was simply another way for me to eventually trust Kirigan, to worry about him,” Inej frowned at you then, showing you large and caring eyes. Kaz, however—he looked pained.

“But, what about—,”

“Do you wish for me to continue, Mr. Brekker?” You interrupted him, hearing the want and confusion in his voice. He swallowed down his words, forcing his gaze onto your eyes. He nodded once. You smiled slightly, readying yourself. “My sister’s funeral was held two days later...”

The Little Palace, 1 Year Later

The flames licked at her skin at first, until she was a light—bright, a star, burning so ferociously in a way that mimicked her personality when she was alive. Your sister, your last remaining family, the last love of your life.

She was burning. And there was nothing you could do but watch.

The funeral was a silent and small affair, but you hadn’t expected it to be anything more. If you were still out in the cold, harshness of Fjerda, it would have been even smaller than the reception she had at the Little Palace—

You stood on your own, closer to her burning flames. Behind you stood two Inferni; twins, a brother and sister. They looked at your sister solemnly, despite not knowing you or her. Maybe they felt your pain. Maybe they didn’t want to ever feel your pain. Beyond them stood the Heartrender, Ivan, the one who’d put you into a death state two days prior. And finally, behind him—

General Kirigan of the Second Army.

He donned his Kefta today; a menacing black and grey that only emphasised the broadness of his shoulders. His hands were clasped in front of him, his expression blunt and eyes reflecting the raging flames of your sister’s pyre. As much as you didn’t trust him, refused to trust him, he’d put all of this together.

He’d brought her back from those frozen wastelands. He’d arranged for her body to be cleaned and donned with lavish silks. He’d gathered the Inferni to light her pyre, after you’d denied wanting to light it yourself with a torch.

You stayed perfectly still as you watched her burn, too afraid that moving would only cause you to fully break down. You didn’t want that; you didn’t want another reason for those here to look at you oddly. Kirigan strolled forward then, slowly, gently, as you stayed facing the pyre.

“Let us leave you, now,” He whispered into your ear, so close it made you shiver. You nodded once, but not at him; at your sister. Slowly, one by one, the Grisha left you and your sister, until you were completely alone.

You don’t know how long you stayed out in that acre for, watching the acrid smoke rise into the air and the flames begin to die down, searching for her face within piles of ashes.

It was hours, most likely. The sun had been high in the sky when the pyre was lit, but now it was descending down, down, down the horizon, casting a pink glow over the lavishness of the Little Palace grounds.

And then, the fire went out.

The flames dissipated into nothing more than black smoke.

Then, it seemed almost pointless to stay standing there, frozen like a statue and looking at the last remaining substances of who your sister was. You glanced up at the sky for the first time in hours, indulging in the glorious sunset on the last eve of your sister’s presence on this Earth.

You kissed two of your fingers, placing them above the once flaming pyre. It was still incredibly hot, her ashes retaining the heat of the fire. And then, you left. You didn’t cry, you didn’t collapse, you simply walked back to the Little Palace, entered through the main doors, and then stopped—

And when you stopped, you almost couldn’t take it. You almost couldn’t stand the quiet, the air, the feeling of eyes watching you wherever you went, so close to falling to the ground where you stood and just giving up—

General Kirigan’s door clicked open as you stared at the floor. He rounded the corner of the frame, landing his eyes upon your slumped shoulders and laboured breaths. He took a few timid steps forward, but you hadn’t even noticed him yet, not until he cleared his throat.

You flinched immediately, hitting his eyes as a spike of anxiety was rammed through your heart. He’d scared you, and it seemed he knew he had. He frowned at your reaction, stepping forward once more. “It was a beautiful ceremony,”

You didn’t know what to say to him, nor did you have the energy or will to want to speak to the Darkling that stood before you. But there was a part of you that was grateful for his words—for his company amongst the winding corridors and scowling faces of the Grisha here at the Little Palace.

The only thing you were holding onto was Kirigan’s earlier promise.

“Tea?” He spoke again, this time prompting you to scoff involuntarily. You looked at him with an odd expression, one that was trying to work out his motives. From the small glimpses you’d got of Kirigan around other Grisha, you knew it wasn’t customary for the General to share tea with them.

“I could go for something stronger,” You said breathily, though you weren’t being entirely serious. Kirigan didn’t seem to get your joke, however, as he gestured to his chambers.

“Will Ravkan rum suffice?”

You’d lost count at the fifth, or maybe it was the sixth, but it was easy to just keep topping up your glass when Kirigan placed the bottle on the table between you. Sometimes it was him refilling the glasses and sometimes it was you, but neither of you particularly cared.

You were on the brink of being too drunk to stand, too drunk to know what you were saying, but perhaps—too drunk to care. It was the perfect relaxation tactic after the funeral. You’d almost needed this, even if General Kirigan wasn’t the person you’d imagined being sat opposite you.

“Where do you go all day?” You asked, your words not yet slurring, but getting close. “A few Grisha have said it’s unusual for you to attend training,” He smiled at your question, tapping his rum glass.

You’d had one day of training so far, put on hold for the funeral today. Kirigan had attended, but it’d been obvious that other Grisha were on edge by his presence. All except one—a Sqauller like yourself, by the name of Zoya.

“I don’t just oversee training. I’m in charge of many aspects of the army. Tactics, movements, squadrons,” He sipped his drink. “But you already know my reasoning for wanting to shadow your training,”

You nodded once, humming to yourself without realising. You looked at your hands then, twisting them out in front of you and pinpointing the various lines and indents, the length of your fingers, the curve of your nails.

“You didn’t wear your Kefta today,” Kirigan said, almost in a whisper. You flicked your gaze to his eyes. You’d woken that morning to a knock upon your door—a guard had handed you the intricately designed blue Kefta and then left, leaving you almost speechless.

You’d decided against wearing it, however, sticking to your usual clothes of a blouse and woven trousers, kept up with braces.

“I don’t feel like a Squaller yet,” You replied. “Not a proper one,” It was sad, the way that Kirigan looked at you. It almost made you move your gaze away from his deep eyes, but you couldn’t make yourself do it after alcohol was swimming in your system.

“It’s the blue, isn’t it?” He said, and the smile on his lips was an indication of his joke. You reciprocated his expression, feeling a small bubble of giggles in your gut.

“The blue is lovely,” You replied sarcastically, causing a laugh to burst from the General’s lips. You didn’t realise this man could laugh, could chuckle, could—well—feel.

A comfortable silence fluttered over Kirigan’s chambers. This was the second time you’d been in his room. His décor was so much different than the cream and gold walls of the Little Palace itself; with all dark wood furniture and stained walls. In the centre of his office sat a large circular table, topped with a map of the countries. In the middle—the Fold was indicated with an intricate wooden structure, painted a matte black.

You fluttered your eyes around the room, taking everything in. You inhaled, smelling the wooden scent of the furniture and the musty leather of the chair you sat in, mixed with something sweet that resembled an aftershave. You stared at the paintings and skimmed over his trinkets. Everything seemed to suit him perfectly.

When you turned back, the General was already looking at you.

“I’ll commission you a different Kefta design,” He said it so smoothly that you were reminded of the annoyance it had given you before, but with rum running through your veins all you felt was relaxed. “One that’s more suited to you,”

“You don’t have to do that,” You replied, feeling small under his colossal gaze. He smiled at your reddening cheeks.

“A glorious Kefta for a glorious storm summoner,”

Saints, the way he looked at you was almost too much. His eyes skimmed your skin, traversing your jaw, your nose, your lips, before falling back to your wide eyes. He was regarding you openly and you weren’t looking away—you were taking it full on, perhaps spurring him on to continue.

This was just the rum, it had to be. This wasn’t the General Kirigan you’d ever imagined.

Saints, stop.

“I should go,” You said then, rising yourself from the leather armchair. Kirigan copied you, exhaling at the same time he dragged his eyes off of you.

Your goodbye was as unceremonious as the walk back to your chambers. You staggered a few times, needing to clutch onto the spiral staircase for dear life, but by the time you were back at your room, you were ready to fall asleep immediately.

You lay in bed, your eyelids prepped for immediate rest, but your mind wouldn’t be quiet. In fact, it was yelling at you—screaming, crying, pelting you with warnings—

Stay away from General Kirigan. Do not indulge him.

All you could was laugh at your cautious mind, telling it that it was overreacting, before you were drifting off into much needed sleep.

You still didn’t don the Kefta the next day, sliding down to the training courtyard silently, as if hoping that no one would notice you being there. It was useless to want that, however, considering you were a face that Grisha here didn’t recognise, dressed in clothes instead of your respective Kefta.

You stood to the side while everyone gathered, chatting away before the instructor came forward. “Hand to hand combat is just as important as your abilities,” He said bluntly, flicking his eyes around the colourful group. “We’ll focus on that today. On strengthening your hits, your blocks, your stances,”

You almost smiled to yourself—you knew hand to hand combat. Very well, if you said so yourself. Growing up in Novyi Zem, defenceless and out in the open, you’d adapted quickly to being stealthy, as well as having a mean hit. Hand to hand was something you knew better than your own Grisha abilities.

“Get in pairs,” He continued, and that’s when your face dropped. You glanced around helplessly when everyone started pairing off, giggling and chatting and knowing each other after so long. You felt like a sore thumb; someone who wasn’t wanted.

Suddenly, she bombarded before you—Zoya Nazyalensky. She’d made herself known on your first day, most notably with her dirty looks and the scowl on her jaw, but now? She was beaming, smiling so wide and happily that you almost didn’t recognise her. She gripped your bicep excitedly. “Let’s pair up together, two Squaller’s against the World,”

You had a feeling Zoya wasn’t usually this chipper, but you had no choice but to accept her as your partner.

“Zoya,” The instructor prompted. “You and your partner, front and centre,”

Oh. So, that’s what she wanted.

There was no way to back out now, as Zoya dragged you to the centre of the courtyard. She removed herself to stand opposite you, and that’s when her face changed—back to the dirty looks she’d given you before, the obvious dislike and want to crush you just for funzies. You got the feeling that Zoya felt she was the only Squaller worthy for the Little Palace.

You simply had to prove yourself, then, in front of the other Grisha.

“Fight to defend yourselves, not to attack,” The instructor said, his eyes mostly on Zoya. She dipped into a stance and you followed suit.

Saints, please make this fight the least amount of humiliating that it needs to be.

Within seconds, she was moving. Her first swung through the air swiftly, but you jutted your elbow up to stop her forearm, whacking back with all of your force. Zoya gasped from the interruption, but it allowed you to jab your knuckles into her ribs.

You punched forward, hitting her right in her ribs and causing her to stagger back slightly from the hit. Her brows only furrowed more as you continued your back and forth, a hit—a block—a stance—a hit—a block—it was endless and incredibly draining, but the more you fought, the more Zoya became frustrated.

She’d been wanting a quick fight; something to show that she was superior. Little had she known that you were a fighter, more so with your fists than the winds.

You stepped back to the edge of the circle, breathing deeply, arms out in front of you ready to block her hits. Your hair was in your eyeline, the braces of your trousers slipping from your shoulders, but you wouldn’t stop for a second to pull them back up.

Zoya’s cheeks were blotched with colour, her mouth ajar as she inhaled and exhaled deep, long breaths, trying to get oxygen back into her system. You could see the anger creeping onto her face with every second that passed. You were reluctant to storm forward to hit her, knowing that that would give her the blocking advantage, so you stayed put, counting down the seconds until you’d be free of this pointless and embarrassing fight.

At that second, the doors to the Little Palace were pulled open. Zoya and yourself took a few seconds to peer towards the creaking doors, as General Kirigan strolled towards the training session strongly, with a purpose, no hint of a hangover on his stubborn jaw.

Zoya’s face upturned into a smile at his arrival, but you were a few seconds too late at returning to the fight. Zoya’s hands were brought together immediately, summoning her power as you were helplessly bombarded backwards by winds—

You landed on your back with a thud, hearing the subtle laughs and chuckles of the observing Grisha. You didn’t care though; if you cared about every small battle, every time you fell, then you would have died of humiliation by now. You simply got yourself up again, glancing upon the questioning face of Kirigan as he stared at Zoya—

Then you brought your hands together—

And you summoned the storms that you were used to summoning. Maybe it was overkill, as the entire courtyard was encased in circling winds, or maybe it was needed, just to get Grisha like Zoya off of your fucking back. You spurred the winds on, tightening the funnel and tensing your muscles to keep it contained, even if it was large.

Zoya’s hair whipped around her as she watched your storm appear from nothing. Her eyes landed upon your own, sending you a clear and precise message—fear. She’d never seen a storm such a this, not even by her own hand.

“How?” She yelled, frustration laced within her words. But, you weren’t done with her yet.

You attempted a move you’d never done before, summoning the winds to your hands instead of the surrounding courtyard—you struggled against their power, but when you felt confident in your aim and execution, you let them loose.

Winds rushed forward, hitting Zoya directly in her gut and slamming her backwards; just as she’d done to you. She hit the floor harshly, laying there for a few moments as she fought against her winded lungs.

You allowed your storm to dissipate then, flicking your eyes over the shocked faces of the other Grisha, before allowing yourself to land upon the face of General Kirigan—

He was already staring at you, the way he’d done the night before. His lips were curled into a small smile, his eyes peering into yours and only yours, as if he didn’t care about the ruckus that you’d just created during the training session. He looked just as speechless as your fellow Grisha, but with a higher level of understanding and appreciation—

He looked like he’d never tire from seeing you summon these storms.

Zoya curled herself up from the floor painfully, grunting through the discomfort as she forced herself to standing once more. She went to storm forward, her face twisted with red rage, but the instructor came between her and yourself.

“Enough,” He said, eyes skimming over the prying gaze of the General.

“Do that again and I’ll send you above the cloud-line without a parachute,” Zoya threatened openly, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t think Squaller threats work on other Squallers,” You replied, gaining a few scoffs and huffs from the Grisha who surrounded you. You weren’t expecting one of them to be Kirigan, however, as his gently bobbing chest hit your peripheral. He was silently chuckling, moving his gaze between yourself and Zoya like a tennis match.

Zoya was wounded, that much was obvious. You would have felt bad if she hadn’t effectively asked for it. She’d been looking for a fight, and that’s exactly what she’d got—it wasn’t your fault that you fought better than she thought you would.

Kirigan regarded you then, getting your attention by raising his hand out before him. He motioned you over with two curling fingers. You shot a look at Zoya and the instructor once, before obeying the General’s orders. He tilted his head down as you approached him, keeping his expression light and soft.

“I see you’ve met Zoya,” He said, amusement certainly on his lips. You stared at him bluntly.

“We’re the best of friends. Can’t you tell?” You replied, but you kept your voice quieter. You were all too aware of the prying eyes of the Grisha in the courtyard, muttering to each other as to why the General had made another appearance at training.

He smiled wider, glancing back at the Squaller and then back to you, letting out a small huff of laughter. You were once again astounded that this man could laugh; every time he chuckled or the bob of his shoulders was shown, you found yourself paying too much attention to the boyish way he sounded, the soft curve of his jaw as he was smiling, the carefree way his hands flinched as he chuckled.

“Can you ride?” He asked then, changing the subject. You nodded at him once. “Good. We ride tomorrow, together. I want to show you something,”

He strolled off then, without giving you a chance to reply. You watched as his arms draped by his sides and his broad shoulders were even broader as they arched across his back. You swallowed to cut off your thoughts, choosing to focus too closely on the sound of your heartbeat beneath your ribs and the subtle ache of your limbs after fighting Zoya, instead.

You watched until the General was back inside the Little Palace, the black glint of his uniform still etched in your peripheral— even when he wasn’t around.

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Daddy's Girl

1.9k words.

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, dad!Fred Weasley, mom!Reader, children, anxiety, medecine, mentions of syringes,

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House, Italics are thoughts.

I kiss my loving husband, Fred, as he walks out the door and he chuckles. “Why are you shoving me out darling?” He asks, laughing as he grabs his work bag. “No… I’m just trying to make sure you aren’t late.” I tell him, shoving toast in his mouth before he protests. “Ok.” He mumbles and kisses me one last time before slipping out the door. I sigh, rubbing my temple, shaking my head. I ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I grab the box I hid in the counter. “Please no please no...” I whisper, closing my eyes. I finally opened it to my surprise, a plus. I feel tears well up and lean against the wall sobbing. “No no no no….” I whisper, shaking my head. “Fred is just opening his shop! We are twenty! Well he’s twenty-five and I’m twenty-four but still! He’s going to leave god he’s leaving. I’m going to be all alone...” My thought’s get interpreted when I feel someone wrap their arms around me. “Darling?” He asks, holding me close as I sob into his chest. “Oh god.” Is all I can mumble as I repeat it in his chest shaking my head.

I feel him touch the hand I was holding the box in and I pull it away too scared to show him. “What’s wrong?” He whispers and I shake my head. A few seconds later he calmed me down enough so I could look at him and whimper out “Do you love me Freddie?” He looks at me worriedly nodding. “Yes- Yes Y/N I married you because I love you. What’s wrong? Did I do anything to make you question that? Darling I love you.” He tells me, kissing my forehead. “Fr-Freddie.” I mumble and he looks at me. I stand up with him sighing. I hand him the box and he looks at me then the box slowly opens it. “I-Is this what I think it is?” He asks, tearing up. “Please don’t be mad...” I whisper and he pulls me in kissing my forehead. I feel his tears drip down my forehead as he shakes lightly. “Does this mean- Does this mean I’m going to be a father?” He asks through tears. I nod shakily and he drops to his knees kissing my stomach smiling through his tears. He keeps whispering ‘I’m going to be a dad’ against my stomach. “So you aren’t going to leave?” I ask and he jumps up pulling me into a kiss. “Why would I leave? Darling, this is amazing!” He tells me, picking me up smiling. “Where are we going?” I ask laughing. “You need to lay down my lovely.” He tells me, grabbing his favorite blanket from the couch as he passes wrapping it around me.

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I wake up and feel Fred whispering against my stomach and I look down smiling. “You have an amazing mummy and a daddy who will never stop loving you… I will play quidditch with you… After you turn a good age. I don’t want you flying into the house. I’m going to build you a treehouse and play with you and love you and I will give you cuddles…. You will have me wrapped around your finger and mummy will come home to us playing pranks and cuddling and cooking… I love you so much.” He whispers, kissing my stomach. He replaces his lips with his hand and smiles wildly when I move. “Don’t get excited. The mama moved, not the baby.” I tell him and he looks up smiling. “Hi mama.” He tells me and I smile. “Hi papa.” I tell him and he climbs up to me. “You are cooking our child in there.” He tells me and I laugh. “It’s not a biscuit for Godric’s sake Freddie.” I say sitting up. I kiss him quickly before he lays on my lap an ear against my stomach. “Guess what Freddie.” I tell him and he looks up waiting for me to answer. “My ultrasound the day after tomorrow, reveals the gender...” I sing the last part and he smiles. “Really?!” He asks and smiles at my stomach. “Now don’t get too excited, I know you’ve been whispering into my stomach ‘girl’.” I say ruffling his hair. “Please I don’t care as long as it's mine.” He tells me, smiling goofily.

The day he’s been acting like his teen self in a candy store, yet his adult-self is more rugged and toned so only I would notice. I rub my baby bump as I move along the aisles of his store and see one of the stands of Love Potions is a mess so I walk over laughing. I clean it up a little, smelling the potion which smells like my loving husband. I continue cleaning and get to one of the higher shelves on my tippy toes when I hear boxes getting dropped. “Who let you out of the house?!” I hear Fred ask and I chuckle. I drop down and he checks my face then stomach. “Fred I am fineeeee.” I tell him and he shakes his head. “Let's get you home.” He mumbles picking up my purse. “You need to rest. Tomorrow I will find out if I have a prince or a princess” He explains and I laugh nodding.

We got to our home from apparating, we luckily changed from flat to a family home with about an acre of land between us and the neighbors. I walk inside taking off my shoes only to be swooped up by Fred. “What are you doing silly?” I ask kissing his nose. “Wood floors. Splinters. Pain will distract you. Bam you on the floor.” He explains quickly. “Oh you lovable idiot.” I say kissing his nose.

The next day he has the day off and takes me to the ultrasound early. We finish up and the doctor hands me the file so we can reveal the gender in private. Now we are waiting in the living room as Fred paces. George rams inside and we laugh at the sight. “WHAT AM I THE UNCLE OF?!” He yells and we beckon him over. “Ready you two?” I ask and they nod, shoving each other away. “Georgie or Georgina.” George mumbles and I scoff. “Definitely not.” I say and open the file. I gasp and they claw at each other trying to get closer. “Freddie… You are… A father of a healthy baby girl.” I say and he gasps falling into George. “A girl?” He asks and I nod excitedly. He runs over and picks me up laughing.

***

I lay motionless from just giving birth pain going through my body when I look over at Fred who is holding our baby girl as if she is the most precious thing ever. “Hi there darling...” He whispers as she coos back. “What shall we name her?” He asks, smiling at me. “I was thinking of Delilah Georgina Weasley.” I whisper and he chuckles. “Georgina?” He asks, rocking the baby in his arms. “Do you not like it? Delilah is what we set. And George is why we got together… Feels correct.” I mumble. He looks at her smiling widely. “Hi Delilah...” He coos as she yawns sweetly. “Can mama say hello?” I ask and he nods, giving her to me slowly. I place a small kiss on her forehead as she quickly falls asleep against my chest. I feel Fred’s eyes never letting go of me and her. I look up and see he’s looking at Delilah in my arms. “If you keep staring I might get jealous.” I tell him and he chuckles. “Sorry, it's just my two girls.” He mumbles as I nod looking at my newly born child in my arms.

We enter our home to hear everyone cheer. Fred tightly holds our two day old child close to his chest. “Oh my...” Molly breathes as she comes over to us. “Hands.” Fred says and I laugh. He sprays some hand sanitizer. Everyone passes it around as I calm down Fred when he tries yelling at them.

***

I hear Fred yell out and I run in to see him holding Delilah’s dummy as he bounces her lightly. “Please please fall back asleep my little angel… I will- I will pay you. Do you want money? I have money just please stop crying. I have ice cream...” He begs and I laugh walking over to him. “She’s five months old darling, she won’t understand the meaning of bribery.” I say sleepily. He looks at her then me gasping out half of words. “Delilah- Well- She won’t go into her cot and her dummy keeps falling out and-” He rambles and I nod laughing. I take the dummy and Delilah, placing her inside her cot softly.

I move the gloves off her hands and they immediately move to her mouth. “Yeah she doesn’t use her dummy as often. She much rather her fingers.” I explain. I feel him wrap his arm around my waist and his other hand reaching out for her fingers to wrap around his one. “My girls…..” He mumbles into my ear smiling widely. I pick up the girl half asleep in the cot and bounce her lightly as I walk into the living room. He sits down in the corner of the couch and sprawls himself out. I lay in between his legs and he hums her favorite lullaby.

She quickly falls asleep and I kiss Fred softly. “She’s a mummy’s girl.” He tells me and I shake my head. “Definitely a daddy’s girl.” I tell him and he nuzzles his head into mine.

***

I’m playing with Delilah when I hear the fireplace. Delilah perks up from her toys and runs quickly. “DADDY!!!!” I hear her yell down the hall. I chuckle at the little five year old. “Hey bubby! How was my princess’ day?” He asks and I walk out to see her already on his hip. “Me and mummy played princesses!” She reports and I nod looking at the tutu she forced on me with that pouty lip. “Oh you and mummy are already princesses!” He tells me and I laugh nodding again.

“Does that make you mummy’s prince?” She asks and I scoop her away smiling. “Yes he is. Daddy saved me ya know? From a dragon.” I say and her eyes go wide. I sit down on the floor with Fred and lean against his shoulder smiling. “Uncle Charlie brought a bunch of dragons to our school, your future school munchkin. And while me and daddy were- Training for Quidditch… A dragon got loose. I didn’t notice but daddy did. He raced to my side and hit the dragon in the snout and went ‘BAD DRAGON’ and saved mommy!” I explain and Fred nods to Delilah's widened eyes.

A few hours later Fred and Delilah are eating sundaes. Delilah tries feeding him but his messy chin drips with ice cream. “Bubby. Medicine!” I say shaking the inhaler and he gets the syringe. “Breathe bubby.” I say as she places her lips against the container. We give her the medicine she needs and Fred helps her with her pills by taking his sleeping medication. I pick her up blowing a raspberry in her tummy as she giggles. “Let's get this bugger in bed.” Fred says as he takes his last sip of water before stealing Delilah.

We tuck her in and before going to our bedroom. We watch as our little girl sleeps and I turn to him smiling. “Freddie, you gave me such a perfect girl.” I tell him and he smiles shrugging. “I guess it's the genes.” He tells me, kissing me. “I forgot about that time I saved you.” He says and I kiss him chuckling. “You were my hero.” I say fawning. He laughs, shaking his head. “I love you y/n.” He tells me with one last kiss.

#fred weasley #canon #george weasley #fred and goerge weasley #fred and george #hermione granger #ron weasley #Fears #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #smut x reader #fred weasley x reader

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kmclaude · 2 years

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Still obsessing thinking about therapy au and Jehan possibly trying to help Héloise when she's going through a hard time. True he's happy to still have Héloise in his life even though she's no longer his therapist. He can convince himself to be content just being friends with her, as long as he constantly reminds himself never to be alone with her or do anything that might spark rumors. Despite idle gossip being a sin, almost all members of the church have been guilty of falling to its temptation, especially among the clergy and cloistered sisters.

Which is why Fr. Jehan is very concerned when he notices Sister Héloise has become distracted and withdrawn recently. Wondering if he's over stepping asking her what's wrong, and when she just half jokingly explains she just overthinking some stupid family stuff, from the last time she visited home, nothing to worry about. Yet it doesn't ease his anxiety at all, because how many times did he make similar excuses?

He knows Héloise also lost her father at a young age. It was one of the ways she got Jehan to gradually open up to her back when she was his doctor, and he was still reluctant to talk about what happened between him and Tiefer, and how things changed after Nathan's death. She shared stories with Jehan about growing up in Beirut and being all of 15 years old when war broke out, and she lost her father, her childhood and her home. (It's not an easy subject to talk about, for either of them, and she stressed to Jehan, this doesn't lessen what he went through. They both survived horrifying things, and though their respective wounds came from different sources, they both know what it's like to be wounded kids, crying, terrified and angry at both the cruelty they suffered and at themselves for being too weak to stop it. Even as an adult you can still feel that way. ) Though he knows despite sharing the loss of a father, and childhood Héloise's family situation was different than his own. He's just being paranoid right…right?

Until one day when Fr.Jehan was visiting the neighboring convent to assist when their normal parish priest fell ill. He recognizes Sister Héloise arguing with an older man outside the main entrance, and believes his worst fears might be true when he sees her jerk away when the man tries to reach for her and yell "just leave! Don't talk to me! Don't touch me! I can't stand to look at you!" Jehan immediately calls out to Héloise and heads over to stand between her and the stranger asking if there is a problem? Even when the elderly man steps away, addressing Fr. Jehan respectfully and apologizing for causing a scene, Jehan still doesn't drop his guard until he sees the older man walk off the grounds(he knows all too well thanks to Tiefer that just because someone acts harmless in public doesn't mean they aren't dangerous). Afterwards Héloise asks if she could speak with Jehan at the confessional. She doesn't want to create even more of a scene especially since it concerns something very personal, and she'd rather not risk Sister Rosalie overhearing, as she's one of the biggest gossips at the convent.

Fr. Jehan still fears the worst when he steps into the confessional and recites the usual prayers and asks Sister Héloise the usual questions. She explains that the man she was arguing with earlier was her stepfather, Joe Vicario, and when she clarifies that she wasn't upset with him because he harmed her in any way, she apologizes to Jehan for not clarifying things right away. Relief washes over Jehan when he learns his suspicions were wrong…until Héloise tells him that the reason she was so angry at Joe was because he and her mother were divorcing. Apparently neither Joe or Héloise's mother were going to say anything about it to anyone in the family, until her youngest sister left for college, but apparently that changed when Joe knocked up his 35 year old mistress. So Joe, being a well-intentioned dumbass, doesn't want his next (and possibly last) kid to be born out of wedlock, so he decides to let the family know before they get blind sided by receiving wedding invitations!

Understandably it's a fucked up situation (although thankfully not as fucked up as Jehan feared) but he understands why Héloise has been so withdrawn lately. He lets her vent all her anger and frustration, and how much she feels like a hypocrite because she should be able to handle this like a mature adult, she's 30 years old dammit! She's treated and counsels people for marital problems and divorce before, and honestly Joe and her mother should have divorced years ago, she shouldn't be acting like-

"Like a scared and hurt kid"

Jehan finishes Héloise self admission aloud. He knows what that's like, even now he imagines himself again at 13 baby faced, and too short for his age, he even checks his back to make sure the bandages are still covering the still healing scars, trying to make sure they don't bleed through and stain his altar boy vestments.

Don't imagine the same damaged boy stepping out of the confessional booth when he hears Héloise sobbing and checking in on her. Don't imagine Héloise looking like she did at 15 all gangly limbs, and her face hasn't quite filled out yet, her longer hair in a French braid hunched over sobbing, clutching her right side so the old bullet wound won't reopen and bleed through her Sunday dress. Don't picture young Héloise's tear stained face looking up.

"I was just so angry, and I said such awful things to him! And he was so heartbroken when he left. Je, I don't want to lose another father again, and it really would be my fault this time!"

Don't picture young Jehan kneeling in front of the sobbing girl, comforting her while he dries her tears. Don't picture the two of them awkwardly squeezed next to each other in the confessional, little Jehan holding Héloise's hand, reminding her to breathe and talking her through things like she always did for him. Once they both step out of the confessional they're back to their adult selves. Though once they finish the confession officially Sister Héloise hugs Fr. Jehan and thanks him for helping her. He just assures her that's just what friends do, and he has to keep reminding himself of that and not to keep stealing glances of Héloise throughout the day like he's still a dumb kid with a crush.

I'm not crying, YOU'RE crying 😭💕

#i have nothing to add im in a glass case of emotions #kmclaudereplies #jpriest85 blog #therapy au #au where jehan gets therapy

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Carrots and Whiskers (JJK x Reader) 💜🔞🐾

🥕 Pairing: Rabbit!Jungkook x Wolf!Reader

🥕 Genre: Hybrid AU, fluff, smut because why not amirite-

🥕 Warnings: stereotyping, mild mentions of past bullying, fluff, oh god they’re so cute, Dom!Jungkook despite being technically food for Sub!Reader, Dirty talk, it’s sweet though he ain’t calling his baby a hoe don’t worry, unprotected sex because in this hybrid universe they’re unable to conceive due to their different species, please keep that in mind thank you, sweet sweet lovemaking, aftercare, buff boi JK, Big dick JK but what’s new I guess, yeah I’m done now

🥕 Summary: He’s the prey and she’s the predator. So why does she feel like the roles are reversed?

This is a oneshot! If you have any ideas for future content in this universe, feel free to send in asks or requests!

A reputation could easily define your entire life it it was bad enough.

Both sides knew this; Jeon Jungkook, being depicted as the cowardly prey hybrid he was, and Y/N, the bad bad wolf with always malicious intentions. However, none of these depictions were actually true.

Jeon Jungkook was an actually pretty rough and brave young man, never really backing down from a challenge, uncaring on who was in front of him. He got into trouble often as a kid, as a teenager, and now as a young adult.

Y/N was soft spoken, a caring yet quiet hybrid who liked to stay hidden, the spotlight being more of a fear than a goal for her. She loved the simple things in life, liked to be by herself or surrounded by people she trusted and loved.

And she also got a major crush on the bunny in her art and music class.

It was quite cliche really, yet it also wasn't- it was as if she was stuck in a bad joke, never to make it to the punchline. She knew for a fact that he probably didn't even knew who she was, and the worst part about it was that she couldn't even blame him. She loved to not be seen, after all.

"Uhm, excuse me?" Said the voice, forcefully hitting her as she looked up, her own eyes meeting the big brown orbs of-

wait.

"I eh, we're supposed to choose partners for this project, and I know for a fact that you can draw so eh, wanna be partners?" He asked, and she simply stared. Was he- talking to her? "I mean, Its okay if you don't want to-" He started, the squirrel hybrid girl behind him already perking up at her chance, making her swallow a bit.

"N-no, I uhm.. I'd like that." She squeezed out, voice quiet, but he thankfully still heard her. He smiled, brightly and so awfully cliche as his bunny-like teeth showed, sitting down next to her as he pulled out his sketches. "So uh, what did you have in mind.?" She quietly asked, and he talked away, as if he'd always known her.

"Well since we weren't given much other than the theme and colors, I made some small sketches. You know, I get Ideas that are pretty neat sometimes but then I forget them easily, so I have to draw or write them down right away, otherwise I'll wanna bite my own ass later on." He rambled on, gently moving the rough sketches towards her, his eyes watching her as she looked at them, carefully studying his lines.

"This- this one would fit, I think.." She mumbled, tapping on one of his more detailed drawings. He grinned again, nodding, seemingly in agreement. He attempted to say something as the bell rang, students around them both scrambling up to get out as soon as possible, either to catch a bus or to drive home on their bikes.

"Hey do you-" He stumbled, his foot catching on a stray chair as he almost fell. "Do you wanna meet up on the weekend? That way we can finish faster, you know, time to sleep in class." He said, and she simply nodded, until he held his hand out. Her head tilted to the side, ears flopping a bit as he chuckled, mumbling. "cute. Your phone, so I can give you my number?" He explained, and she blushed, stepping back a bit as she placed her bag down on the table next to her, pulling out her phone, charms on the device dangling, making him smile. She really was adorable. "Alright." He said as he took it after she'd opened the phone app, his fingers typing away, before he gave it back to her. "Do you take the bus home?" He asked, and she nodded. "Oh really? I thought the pink bike outside was yours actually." He chatted away as she walked next to him, now a bit shy.

"I actually.. well, I can't, you know, ride a bike, so.." She mumbled, and he laughed for a moment, until he went quiet, sensing that she was serious.

"I eh, I could you know, teach you, if you want?" He asked as he unlocked his own bike. "I mean, not now but like, this weekend?" He asked, and she looked a bit hesitant. "I mean, you don't have to. But I promise I won't let you get hurt." It seemed odd maybe, for a prey hybrid to say that to a predator, but for her, it seemed like the most cheesy and romantic thing she'd ever heard. So she smiled, and nodded. "I uhm.. I think your bus left-" He pointed out, making her ears droop as she watched the vehicle drive off without her. "I can bring you home. It's kind of my fault you missed it, after all." He said, scratching the back of his neck as he suddenly rumbled in his backpack, pulling out a zip hoodie, before folding it, and placing it on the bag of his bike. "My'lady." He offered, and she giggled, making his ears flinch in excitement.

She'd been unaware of him for long enough, and after a talk with his fellow friend Taehyung, he'd decided to finally act on his interest in her. Even though he did get some odd looks from his classmate Jimin, he didn't care about what she was- he cared more about who. Her drawings were always so detailed in a way that would show exactly what she'd though while creating each line, something he always found remarkable. She also had a talent for photography, a hobby he had for himself as well.

"Hold on tight okay?" He said, and she nodded, her arms moving around his waist, redness creeping onto her cheeks as she felt his toned body underneath his thin shirt and loose jean jacket. She held a bit tighter as he finally pushed the bike forward, paddling at a decent pace that made her hair flow a bit with the wind. She couldn't help but enjoy the moment; the way his smell calmed her, the scenery around her, and the fact that it seemed like everything was finally working out for her.

"I'm gonna let go now and you'll just-" He started, but she suddenly grew anxious, her wide eyes immediately finding his.

"no no don't let go I'm gonna fall-" She scrambled out, scared as he simply laughed, one hand on her back as he kept the other on the bike for now.

"I promised, didnt I?" He hummed into her ear, and she blushed at the gentle tone of his voice. He was everything she never thought a prey hybrid would be; he was cunning, brave, and confident in himself. He wasn't after attention at all, simply trying to live his life yet he pulled everyones gaze on himself wherever he went simply by nature. His ears seemed too soft to be legal in her opinion, black and white tuft of fur that was his tail seemingly completely out of place; the rest of his body was toned. It showed that he knew how to take care of himself, it underlined the way he held himself wherever he went.

He was the complete opposite of her it seemed.

She liked to hide in oversized clothing, hybrid features the only thing really giving away that she wasn't just a mouse in disguise.

To him however, it was an entirely different story.

She was so sweet, always trying to help, and always trying to not be a burden. She had so much talent, a unique way of seeing the world, and a gentle way of always looking out for others. It also didn't ease his crush on her that she was absolutely beautiful in his eyes; shorter in statue than him, surprisingly, but he was pretty tall for a rabbit hybrid, he had to admit. His mother had once told him about the different subspecies of wolves when she'd noticed his crush on the girl; her best friend having been a wolf hybrid as well when she'd still been in school. Apparently there were different subtypes for them; alphas, betas and omegas. He guessed that the girl on his bike was an omega, maybe, as it would explain all her characteristics.

"You're doing so great!" He said, bunny smile making her feel more confident as she noticed he only held her by her back; she was actually riding a bike. "See? You can do it!" He happily exclaimed as he helped her off, seat a bit high for her to get down herself. "Lets sit down there and exchange some sketches, yeah?" He offered, and she nodded with a smile, walking next to him as they both sat down on the grass, after Jungkook had put down a small blanket he'd taken with him. "Okay, hit me." He playfully shot her way, as she pulled out her sketchbook, simply sliding it towards him as he opened it, looking through the pages she'd opened for him. "Uah, these are great! I'd use a bit more color on these ones, but the rest is awesome!" He mumbled in thought as he proceeded to change the page, his eyes widening at a familiar pair of eyes, when two delicate hands held his wrist in place.

"Pl-Please uh, that's not for the project eh-" She stuttered, panic evident in her voice as her red face and tilted ears gave away her embarrassment. He simply stared for a moment, before his other hand simply loosened her grip on his wrist, freeing himself without much force. He slowly turned the page, revealing multiple rough sketches of..

Him.

It was him, not very detailed, but clearly visible. Small scenarios were drawn on the page, him staring out the open window of the classroom as he talked to friends, him at the sidelines of his basketball game as he'd taken a break, or him asleep on his desk during class. He studied the drawings, noticing how she'd not cared much about his clothing, or the background; even the desk or the window weren't really drawn very realistically, simply a fast sketch. What did stand out was.. well, his face. The way the sun reflected in his eyes, how his ears had been slightly damp from the slight rain outside, or the tiny things he would've never thought she'd notice about him, like the tiny beauty mark under his lower lip, the slight scar just above his cheek, or how the sides of his eyes crinkled when he laughed, nose scrunched up.

As he looked up she was looking down, hair hiding her eyes as her ears were flat against her skull, tail in her hands, which nervously fiddled with the fur. "I-" He started, before he began to open his own bag, ruffling around in it as his own ears lowered themselves while he tried to find something. "Hah!" He exclaimed in victory, hands sliding off the rubber band of his own folder which kept his messily organized sketches and finished works. He rummaged through them, before he started to lay some of them out in front of her, one by one. Slowly, her ears turned, attention on what he'd put down in front of her.

He always had a different way of drawing things, not really putting a lot of effort into the outlines or sketches themselves; but he had a way of coloring things, a unique style that made things feel almost alive. In every picture, he'd dedicated most of his effort to color the fur of her hybrid features almost perfectly- he also payed special attention to her postures in every picture. He never drew her eyes however- which she noticed. "I uhm.. I've never got the chance to see them up close, so I had a bit of trouble with them.." He explained. "I've noticed you pretty early when we shared our first classes together.. But I never really got around to talk to you. You and Namjoon-Hyung always seemed so close, I thought.." He revealed, scratching behind his own ear as he suddenly felt a bit bashful.

"You.. I mean, Joonie is a good friend but we uh.." She started, voice a bit low as she laughed a bit.

"I know, I know, he told me-" Jungkook answered, now chuckling. "Thats why I immediately took my chance when they'd announced the group project." He said. "It gave me a chance to you know, get to know you better. Get closer, you know?" He explained, and she nodded. "So uh.." He mumbled, before he smiled at her hopefully. "Wanna uh- get cake together today? Like a date?" He asked, and she nodded, making him suddenly jump up as he fist bumped the air, making a passerby elderly couple laugh. "Yes!"

"Carrot cake?" She asked, an almost teasing smile on her lips as he looked at her.

"What? Don't judge puppy!" He said, making her scoff scandalized.

"Hey, I'm a wolf, not a dog!" She explained as she stirred her milkshake with her pink straw before grabbing the spoon from her small metal plate.

"And I'm a rabbit, not a bunny. So guess we're even." He said, before his smile faded a bit, eyes stuck to the spoonful of whipped cream which made its way inside her mouth, tongue darting out to lick her lips clean before she noticed his gaze. He snapped out of it, suddenly the one growing a bit shy. "You uh.. wait, lemme just-" He mumbled, hand moving to wipe the corner of her mouth as he licked his finger clean himself, making her eyes widen before she mumbled a 'thanks' under her breath. He grinned.

"So uh-" He asked, pushing down his small cake fork to pick up a piece of cake, holding it out towards her. "open up?" He asked, and she hesitated a bit, before leaning forward a bit, lips parting. He placed the piece into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips, accepting his offering of food before she nodded her head approvingly. "See? Don't judge before you try!" He exclaimed, and she giggled at that.

He was right.

"I'm absolutely beat." He suddenly exclaimed, falling down onto the mattress laying on the ground in the corner of the new, unfurnished bedroom. The wolf hybrid sat down next to his sprawled out form, gently moving his blonde tipped hair away from his eyes. He'd dyed it months ago, his roots more than visible at this point, yet he'd simply decided to let it grow. "Come here~!" He playfully demanded, hands reaching out for her as he pulled her down with him, happily humming when she was laying on his chest. "Can you believe we're actually gonna live together from now on?" He asked, and she shook her head, moving around a bit so she straddled him, sat on his thighs as he suddenly watches her with hooded eyes, hands on her hips as his thumbs move in circles over the skin underneath her sweater- his sweater. "Hm.. I mean.." He offered, suddenly moving to sit up, changing position as she's now underneath him, his hair tickling her face slightly when he begins to kiss against her pulse. "I was about to ask if we should at least put up the bedframe, but having a mattress on the floor.." He started, hands wandering underneath the clothing of his she wore as he continued in a low voice. "..means I can't break the bed this time." He said, and she giggled at that, remembering the time their time together had been roughly interrupted by the weak frame of his old bed breaking. "Oh, my puppy thinks that's funny?" He wonders, making her grin as he kissed her deeply.

Moments like these made her almost forget the stereotypes she'd grown up with during her live- since Jungkook was nothing like the typically depicted rabbit hybrids. Because right now the roles seemed completely reversed, as he mouthed at her neck, feeling her pulse race as he continued to map out her body with just his hands, no need to watch where they were, able to seemingly paint a picture of her by touch at this point. Clothes suddenly seemed to tight, itchy, as if bitten by a mosquito. She whined as he chuckled darkly, helping her out of his sweater as he immediately grabbed her breasts, kneading them before he continued to undress her, making quick work of her shorts as he pulled down her underwear as well- her already glistening center clinging to the damp fabric of her underwear as she squirmed, making him humm in appreciation. He pulled his own shirt over his head as well, revealing his body to her as the sun outside painted glowing stripes onto it, the blinds drawing patterns on her skin as well. He finally freed himself from the confines of his own underwear as well, standing proud and ready as she became restless.

"Hm, puppy wants to be filled up yeah?" He asked with a teasing undertone, proudly making use of the privilege to be able to call her that- since she hated it when others did it. It was the same the other way around however; typically, being called a 'bunny' was an absolute insult to him, but for some reason it seemed like a cute nickname coming from her. Maybe he was just whipped. Or maybe she was just privileged as well.

He entered her slowly as he sighed alongside her, not wasting any time as he fell into rhythm, hips thrusting forwards as her hands reached for his, intertwining their fingers as he felt his soul warm up at the gesture. He felt so loved, so cherished, it made him fear for his heart, as he swore it stopped every time he was close to her like this. He felt complete, like he'd found his soulmate, his other half- it didn't matter to him what she was. Sure, his parents were a bit dissapointed since they couldn't have kids naturally because of this, but they both could always adopt in the future. Thinking about it made his heart swell as he thought about her, caring for their kids, making this small apartment into a family home one day. Maybe it was instinct, but he'd already been driven nuts by the way she'd helped him choose furniture and wallpaper for the small living space they'd be sharing; the simple fact that she wanted to make their apartment into a home feeding his inner instincts to build a home to keep her safe in.

He felt her legs shake a bit as he shifted a bit, making her whine as he suddenly picked up his pace, sweat already slowly beginning to coat his skin as he didn't seem to notice how the sound of skin against skin still echoed in the almost empty room since it lacked furniture- but it didn't matter for now anyways. They'd both fill it with things and memories of the both of them, and he couldn't wait for it. He huffed a bit as he moved, leaning down a bit to rest his forehead against her neck as she bared it for him, a natural instinct of hers to submit to him even if he was of another species with no need of such gestures. He'd adapted to it however, gently biting the skin as he felt her shiver underneath him, a sign that she was getting close. "Hm my baby wanna cum?" He asked, gently beginning to tease her as she nodded, eyes closed in bliss. "You want a knot huh?" He asked, and she shook her head no, as he chuckled. He'd felt a bit insecure the first few times around as he knew how things worked for canine hybrids, worried that he maybe couldn't give her what she wanted or needed, yet she'd always reassured him. Now it was more like a teasing thing for him, and a way to tickle a praise out of her- a way of reminding himself that she loved him just as much as she did her. "No? You don't?" She shook her head again, her fingers holding his hands tighter. "What do you want then, huh?" He asked with a grin as she whined.

"You- you, only want ngh.. only need Kookie-!" She pressed out, and he hummed approvingly, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as he neared his end.

"That's right, only me, only mine, yeah?" He asked, and she nodded, suddenly opening mouth as her head buried itself into the mattress below her, clenching around him as he groaned out, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled. "Thats it, take it like a puppy- good girl!" He praised, making her whine as he leaned his body down, kissing her neck, her throat, and then her lips as they both calmed down from their highs, breathing slowly growing more and more even as he moved a bit to grab a box as he slid it towards him, rummaging through it before he took out a roll of kitchen towels, grabbing a few as he slipped out of her, carefully catching his release and her own juices as to not make a mess. He had a gentle smile on his face as he carefully cleaned her up before he stood, walking towards another box where he pulled out a large pillow and a few blankets, instincts taking over as he began to cover her now rapidly cooling body in soft fabrics before cuddling up next to her, pulling another blanket over his own form as he made sure his partner was comfortable. She slipped out of her makeshift blanket burrito to invite him in, making him grin his signature bunny smile as he held her close, skin on skin as he closed his eyes, the only light in the room the streetlamps outside.

This already felt like home.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook #bts reactions #hybrid imagine #bts hybrid au

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xiaophobic · 2 years

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DILUC FOR THE ASK GAME 😳 (or if someone was faster than me, thoma then ?!)

ASTER AHHH NOYOURE THE FIRST THANK YOU ILY (& IM GONNA DO BOTH OF THEM BECAUSE FUCK IT WHY NOT <3)

diluc …

first impression! — he’s okay i guess?? why are his eyes so slanted like that they need to fix his model PLS I REALLY WAS NOT ROCKIN WITH HIM AT FIRST

impression now! — light of my life ohmygod OHMYGOD DILUC DILUC DILUC DILUC DILUC AHHHHDGABDHAHDBAUXJDJ!!&?&?! im so sorry i didn’t see you for who you are once king it will never happen again i will defend you until the day i die even if you could likely bench press me

favorite moment! — during the archipelago when he kept saying dodo king and then kaeya was like “does anyone else find it hard not to laugh when this mf says dodo king” BUT ALSO HIS TEAPOT VOICELINES <3333

idea for a story! — jesus too many but my favorites right now?? pyro archon!diluc, this one set of headcanons im writing including him called “start of spring”, and this DCKZ thing im writing that’s from the pov of an interviewer OMG its so cute

unpopular opinion! — i don’t actually mind his in game model? maybe its because ive gotten used to it but his coat defies physics and i still yell at mihoyo every survey to give us a diluc skin… UHH WHAT ELSE ??? OH i really feel like the kaeya & diluc situation is kinda equal on both sides? ive seen a lot of people debate on like whose more at fault and stuff but i feel like when something that big goes unspoken without any type of apology from either parties for that long the playing grounds kind of even out…… but IF I HAD TO SIDE WITH SOMEONE I MEAN Y’ALL KNOW WHO IM PICKING (yes i still love kaeya)

favorite relationship! — there is no diluc x atlas ship name as of rn because they all sound stupid but us <3 and also thomaluc and zhongluc

favorite headcanon! — that he has scars on his hands from when he first got his vision and was learning to control it, but i always add onto that one and say that they worsened when he went on his hiatus to beat up a bunch of fatui and so his hands are really rough and he has like crooked fingers and shit, that him and kaeya were dumb little kids and that kaeya is actually the older brother, GLASSES, and that he’s really into sudoku (it’s funny)

thoma …

first impression! — y’all he’s just a dude fr…. like he’s just a man there’s nothing really special about him? he just doesn’t stick out to me lol

impression now! — SHOVES D*LUC IN A CLOSET HEYYY THOMAAAAA HEYYYYY I LITERALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES MY SECOND FAVORITE MAN

favorite moment! — when he was tied up because of the shogun UM IN HIS HANGOUT WHERE HE LOWKEY THREATENS THAT DUDE ABOUT THE ORE??? IT WAS SO HOT FOR NO REASON BECAUSE HE KNEW THE POWER HE HELD OVER HIM shit had me twirling my hair fr

idea for a story! — florist!thoma and reader that knows fucking nothing about flowers but he’s pretty and so they go every day just to see him <3

unpopular opinion! — his kit is kinda bad yes but that doesn’t mean HE’S BAD my thoma has hit 86k tyvm 💪 road to 100k here we go

favorite relationship! — us AND YKNOW I WOULDVE SAID THOMALUC BUT A RECENT DEVELOPMENT HAS PERSUADED ME AND OHMYGOD THOMATO!!!! I LOVE THE LITTLE GAY PEOPLE IN MY PHONE SO MUCH

favorite headcanon! — that he was friends with all the current adults in mondstadt when they were kids, half filipino (my friend’s headcanon as they are filipino and ohmygod i love it so much), freckles !!!

#just think about him with one of those small old man notebooks in his big ass hands trying to solve sudoku #ALSO I PUT FRECKLES ONTO EVERYONE I LOVE #THEYRE JUST SO AMAZING LIKE LITTLE FACE STARS #atlas.moots #atlas.games

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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KILLING ME -11 |N.Y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, explanatory mention of a pistol!

words :: ~5k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: @kpop-choco @moon-yuta @kawaiiayasan @btm-taeyong @exfolitae @lanadreamie @cheersskznct @hyuckiesgf @theworld-accordingtocasey @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @minejungwoo @leesalts @mal-nakamoto23 @ro2424 @itlittlefangirl @nctzens-world @bl--ankhaeji @simplybree

networks :: @kafenetwork @neowritingsnet @nct-writers

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K.M 10 next

a/n :: header was made with detailed instructions from lovely @cirrus-lily (thank you so much for your patience).

Previous night , taeyong’s office.

The thick, heavy unnatural silence was breached by the phone call. Taeil’s muffled words didn’t reach anyone’s ears but taeyong’s reaction was enough for an estimate!

“what did taeil say?”

Taeyong glanced at yuta’s hopeful yet helpless face. Taeil's order was far from what yuta's eyes sought. The past ten minutes were spent listening to the unsynchronized ticking of the clocks and some random whispering of the younger ones from the living room. And now, several pairs of eyes were asking for the answers.

“you will be stationed in nice, f-for two months.”

Yuta’s face hardened at his words. He gulped and opened his mouth to say something but stopped. The words stuck on his tongue would not be able to convey what he wanted to, he thought.

“with johnny?" Jaehyun uttered.

“no yuta is replacing him" taeyong mumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

Yuta snickered , “ as expected.” as much as he didnt want to sound bitter, his senses were not cooperating with him too much.

“this is not about you or johnny. It’s better if you both stay away fr-

“did taeil tell her the truth?” yuta coldly cut him off.

“i don't know about that!"

“then I'll have to do it myself." Yuta stood up, alerting everyone.

“do not stretch this yuta. This can end right here. Your absence woul-

“you got it wrong taeyong!” yuta cackled , “I'm dying to leave this place but don't you think she deserves to know that she's wrong here.”

“please yuta. For last time. trust taeil. this is the last thing I’m asking from you. You’d get the chance to explain. Ju-just not yet.” Yuta scowled at taeyong’s hollow pleading.

He inched forward slamming his palms on the table , “ since when did you start playing with wrong players taeyong? you are supposed to be the smarter one here. Who are you fooling here? you think I don’t know why she’s here or jaemin, jeno, jungwoo, chenle, jisung, mark, they don’t have a hint?” taeyong eyes danced around the room avoiding any contact as yuta continued, “Don't stretch this taeyong. this can end right here. without hurting another one and right before they can get attached. I hope when i come back , you would have sorted this mess out or you won’t have time to regret this time”

Scoffing at taeyong’s hunched figure, he smacked the table once before leaving the room.

Doyoung followed soon , leaving Jaehyun and Taeyong alone.

Panic engulfed jaehyun’s entire being as he pondered over yuta’s words.

“he’s right. You saw her today. She’s getting worked up over a stupid misunderstanding and you saw the way taeil is acting! This was never the plan. She’s not timid. You cannot possibly make her agree to anything at all. Taeil would never let that happen. Heck! Yuta’s getting weirder these days. Let her go. We can wait unt-

“We. Can’t .wait. I know my limits, Jaehyun and two months are enough..” Taeyong whisper yelled “ I care about her more than you’d ever do so get the fuck out of here. You don't get to tell me what I should be doing.”

Jaehyun leered at the older man, muscles in his jaw twitching at his words “you have lost it taeyong. if we fail this time, you’d be the one to blame.”

Perfectly ironed shirts were wrinkled as yuta threw them into the case. doyoung was ready to accompany but he refused all the assistance proposed to him. He left nothing. from t-shirts and pants to jumpers, he packed as if he was going for a one way trip to france.

He groaned , jumping on the suitcase, trying to bury the clothes deeper into the case so he could zip it. Once finished,he pushed the cases out of the room and into the hall. locking the door, his running and hurried eyes fell on the opposite room. It was bare of any presence. This was his first time peeking into your room. He was merely looking from afar but the very next second he found himself going through the album resting on the bed covers. a perfect normal photo album was calming enough to subside his inner turmoil.

yuta scrunched his nose at the small girl who was either frowning or crying in most of the pictures. the family of three looked quite happy. But the girl didn't seem to resemble any of the adults. He almost let out a laugh at your wailing form in every other photo. Just looking at the pictures, anyone with two eyes could tell that you were a spoiled kid. No wonder you were full of attitude and ego, he thought.

closing it, he glanced at the room, simple and plain. Not that his own wasn’t but he couldn’t find anything that had prompted you to lock your door for the whole day. He left the room to lock his own but when he pocketed his keys, they met with something at the end of his pants pocket.

A grunt left his throat at the sight of the screws. He had placed them in his pocket to follow your fuming body, the reason of which he didn’t know back then. He was about to throw them on the bed when the album caught his eyes again. He cursed at himself for being so indecisive. Pacing back and forth , he noticed how composed he had suddenly become. He wasn’t feeling anger, just some traces of irritation for the whole drama that had unfolded.

Before he could convince himself otherwise, he took a paper from your desk, scribbled with a trembling hand and left it on the counter.

All while hoping taeil was actually being reasonable , just this once.

12:30 p.m

Looking through the power window, you stared at taeil’s arriving form, hands full with brown food bags. He hit the car door with his one knee prompting you to open the door from inside.

“when I say you are no better than others ,I really mean you are NO better than them!” taeil chortled as he shoved a bag into your lap.

“what did I do this time?” you rolled your eyes as you anticipated another moral lecture from him.

“nothing. you are making an old man to get food for you!”

“and I had suggested the said old man to enter the drive thru!”

“and drive thru is no fun, duh! The vintage the better!”

“just like someone I know! you exclaimed chewing the burger.

“very funny. You know highway stops are all about breathing in fresh air while stretching your arms, yawning so widely that you have to hide your face in your stretched arm to save yourself from the embarrassment. The first step out of the car after hours of driving feels like restoration of something that was denied to you for such a long time. and the second phase of happiness comes at the engine purring, the feeling is like no other, I’m telling you. but someone lost their chance to experience it .”

“you sound poetic taeil but you lack facts. The fresh air you just inhaled is what we consider a polluted one.I’ll prefer to sit inside and miss all that instead of going out and dying. So let go of the fancy peace thoughts and develop your perceptions according to the changing world. The sound of this vintage engine is a source of headache and not happiness.Now lemme eat. IN PEACE”

“we’ll see whose perception changes” taeil mumbled munching on the fries.

You both ate in silence for 20 minutes. As the drive continued ,the stilled milieu took you back to the uncertainties you were trying so hard to suppress. When taeil had knocked at the door in the morning, which was beyond expectation at first, he gave you the liberty to question his actions but you had passed that opportunity, precisely to show that you weren’t that greedy. But you were! The endless queries were now making you anxious. Why did taeil come with you? what was the reason behind his pleasant behaviour, how could yuta agree to go like that? sure he liked your presence not more than you did but was he the kind to bow down so easily! Or was he designing something under the colour of acceptance. taken together ,you ended up being the ruthless one here. But the leading one was why did yesterday happen! Multiple stolen glances at Taeil were fairly noticeable; you were waiting for him to just start something. And he perhaps was waiting for you to initiate. Dilemma remained unsolved and you arrived in seoul just like you had left it, but visiting your parents had lessened the encumbrances weighing you down.

You were about to retreat after thanking him when he finally spoke up,

“b.n at 6! No exemption. And instead of racking your brain, just ask. it’s simpler than you make it to be y/n.”

Slamming the door shut , you dragged your feet for the apartment, shaking your head at the man.

Of course he knows everything! And maybe could ask him someday to get your own answers.

10 days later

The gun went off with a bang which if it hadn’t been for the ear protectors and the noiseless sheets, would have deafen your ears. Fingers pointed at the target, eyes coloured with impatience, jungwoo didn’t move. After he was done with his dramatic action, the glass shield slid and he entered inside.

“this is target A. this one is B” he asked for a confirmation with his wide eyes which you nodded at.

“right. so!” he walked circling the dry grass to stand between two targets, “so when I say hit at A, you should be firing at A, precisely aiming anywhere in this space.” he explained again, hand moving in front of the said space.

“I hit at the center jungwoo! The fucking center! For the first time in two weeks.”

“yes. You did hit the core but of the wrong target.”

“how does it matter? It's a perfect shoot”

Jungwoo blinked multiple times focusing on your puzzled face. He wasn’t sure if you were purposely trying to annoy him or you seriously lacked a few braincells to understand where you were wrong!

“at the wrong target.” he pressed.

“but I still hit-

“Ok. listen to me carefully now. Lets assume A is taeil hyung and B is a killer. If i shout to you that kill B and you mistakenly shoot A instead then you’d end up killing taeil hyung instead of the killer and then you’d be a killer yourself and even if the shot was perfect it was targeted wrongly thats why when i say hit A, hit A and when i say B, hit B. understood now?” dumbfounded, you stared at him bobbing your head a few times to indicate you understood. But you really hadn’t.

“You are not lying right?”

“Dont accuse me of lying!”

“Oh! So you still don-

“hey beautiful!”

Your heads jerked towards the owner of the voice who had just interrupted the bickering.

“johnny” you whispered.

“I meant jungwoo y/n.” jungwoo sticked his tongue out at you as he jumped forward to hug johnny.

“When did you come back?”

“just now. I flew directly to Japan from nice. didn’t he inform you all? And why is nobody at home?”

a small smile graced your face while jungwoo started explaining to him about some business event. You felt like jungwoo won’t shut up anytime soon so you turned around from the scene and made yourself busy with the magazine. As you were counting the rubber bullets to fill the magazine, a pair of arms touched your both shoulders.

“wh-

“how are you y/n.”

“you done talking to your prince.”

Jungwoo groaned approaching you with a stern look.

“you’ll have plenty of time to chatter. Focus on your job instead!”

“ugh. You are so annoying. I’m done for the day.” You announced handing the pistol to him.

“wait! what am I missing here.” Johnny's eyes shifted , not knowing what was going on in his absence.

“yuta hyu-

“I know all that. I’m asking about the bullets!”

“Taeil told me to learn some basics to defend myself and jungwoo is my assigned teacher who don’t seem to appreciate my skills at all”

“liar!” Jungwoo screeched and continued, “she’s poor at shooting, hits anywhere but the point I’m indicating at an-and she never listens to me.”

Snorting dramatically at the end, he glares at you. you welcomed his complaining speech with a toothy grin which seemed to annoy him more. One thing you had learnt in the past two weeks had been that jungwoo was frustrating when he was hungry and during the time he was supposed to teach you, no food was allowed in the basement, making him a hunger monster.. Johnny watched the exchange with an amused smile, just like you were doing a few minutes ago.

“alright. You both need to chill. Jungwoo, she's not a professional so go easy on her and you! you should listen to him. or if you want I can be your tutor instead!”

“don’t hijack here. she's my student and I was chosen because I am the softest and the sweeter one her-

“who is a second away from having a breakdown!”

“no go out. You are not invited anymore. nobody is allowed here from 6 to 7:30 .” Jungwoo announced as he started pushing Johnny out the door.

‘”yaa! Jungwoo. I’m go- don’t push me you rascal. I am going. Bye y/n. I’ll be waiting upstairs.” He shouted and waved in the air which you, for no reason, found yourself returning even if he wasn't going to see it.

As johnny was gone, jungwoo pressed the switch again to close the partition. Coming behind you, his arms embraced you and he placed the gun in your hand as he ducked himself to reach your height with another try to improve the hand-eye coordination. Occupied with each other, you both missed the pair of eyes watching you both in a very unpleasant manner.

“how’s your research going?” johnny asked with a mouthful of meatballs.

“it’s meh! The library is under construction so I can't properly look through books and besides minjun is too whiny to let me do anything. I can’t leave that kid alone so we're always hanging out after 1. I’ve some resources saved so I’m fine for now” you replied.

“seems like that minjun guy makes you very happy. Is he the one?” jaehyun took your attention as he pinched his neck. You narrowed your eyes at his unnecessary remark.

“my happy pill is not minjun but you jaehyun dear. I haven’t seen you in like 5 days i guess? So that eliminated all the reasons for my unhappiness. Your absence is my elixir jae. ” You grinned. Jaheyun pointed his chopstick at you but before he could utter anything, taeyong spoke up.

“woah. Don’t you two start now.” he cried.

“he’s the one that starts everything! I just continue his shit for it-

“well I won't initiate if its not for that stinky tongue o-

“Shut up before I lock both of you in a room.”

Hearing several snickers, it seemed like taeyong was the only one getting annoyed, everyone else seemed to be enjoying it.

Just when you were about to pour more juice, everything else finished and left the table. it seemed strange as how fast they were done with their dinner.

“how can you all eat so quickly?” doyoung seemed to be more perplexed as he asked taeyong.

“don’t you both know?” you settled your chopsticks on the plate as taeyong proceeded, “the last two to finish cleans the dishes.”

You instantly scanned the whole dining table and the instant regret of eating like a sloth washed over your face. There were only three left and next second there were only two. Jungwoo shot up from seat with his stuffed mouth, waved and left. Taeyong didn’t waste any time before he also scurried away.

“this was a conspiracy y/n.” doyoung murmured.

“I know right. they knew it. w-we have to wash for 14 people.”

“look at the brighter side, we don’t have to hurry now.”

You shrugged at his words, filling your glass with juice again.

“you should not be drinking juice at nighttime.” He lectured

“then why is it on the table?”

“aish! You are impossible.”

“so are you.”

You continued bickering with doyoung until both of you were finished. Like everyone else, you too had started to find joy while annoying doyoung. The responses from him were always a treat. He was also awfully similar to you. the nit-picking in almost everything, forever sceptical body language and lastly the identical frown you both wore all the time. but you were not the one that detected the similarities, it was doyoung himself.

It was not just doyoung! With exception of jaehyun, it seemed like everyone was trying to make you a part of their daily lives. The day after the incident, you had hesitated to knock the door, scared of their reactions towards you but the dark cloud of worry had floated away with the warmest hug jungwoo had welcomed you with. You detected no rejection, no unpleasant remarks, instead you were strictly instructed to not to leave the premises without having dinner. And that one day became two and two a routine. You were confused as you were the reason someone dear to them was somewhere he wasn't meant to be at the moment and yet they treated you like you were their own! For first few days you were at edge, the affection not digestible. Feeding your suspicions , you tried to choke something out of mark who was also your designated driver but all he unveiled was his endless jokes and contagious giggles weaved with the various stories. Each day he recited a new one, sowing the seeds of intimacy with his family which, you couldn’t deny, were sprouting into something unprecedented. However vague it was, you liked it. You liked this unsought acceptance, being included like a family, taking you back in the time. But you never had the luxury of an easy life. Was this worth trusting? Were you ready to return their affection by placing them on the pedestal as same as jungkook and yugyeom. But this house wasn no more reeking of any resentment and you were more than fine with that for now.

"Stack the glasses, I'll pick up the plates"

"This is so tiring" you complained while scraping the sauce on the plates.

"You'll get used to it." Doyoung deadpanned.

"Tell me why i agreed to this!"

"You know the rules. And don’t you remember because of you, I washed for 20 people that day! You deserve the suffering woman!”

You chuckled at the memory. A few days ago, You, doyoung and hyuck were the last ones remaining. And you had won the rock paper scissors. Though the last two were the supposed cleaners, hyuck had ditched the poor boy, leaving him with extra load.

"You carry some heavy dark clouds on your head man. I don't know how you manage to end up with dirty utensils!every fucking single time" Doyoung glared at your remark and you both continued washing and wiping the dishes side by side.

"Where are the spoons?"

"On the table. Wait , I'll be back in 2 minutes!"

Carrying the cutlery you made your way back to the kitchen but chanting of a familiar name froze you in your steps.

"He's acting like a child johnny! Had he called you after you left?" It was taeyong speaking in a hushed manner, but he was not doing a very good job in whispering.

"Nope. He just took names and contacts of all the whistleblowers and that's it. But i can’t understand the need for that taeyong! I had everything in control. What do you wanna achieve with your stupidity!”

"Jaemin, hyuck and jisung are in constant contact with him but only to receive the codes he's sending. He's just unreachable and I'm not just talking about his cell network johnny. I'm losing him. He- taeil thought it’s for the best. They won’t see each others face for sometime an-

“And everything would be fine? Right? Sounds very legit. Goodluck with daydreaming princess.”

Hearing some shuffling, you trudged for the kitchen, not wanting them to be aware of your eavesdropping.

Stretching the hem of your knee length skirt with your hands, you kicked your feet in the air to get the non existing elasticity to work. chances were not less but anybody could see you so while cursing at chelin for the tight skirt you made your way inside the office. Your bag made contact with your right hip as you walked into the office corridors. You entered the security doors through the pass that was generated online for first day entry.You never wanted to enter this side of the famous company but with minimum options available you had no choice but to associate yourself with this branch, infamous for saving culprits of money laundering, false accusations and what not.

“ms. y/n?” a receptionist shifted your attention to her tall frame. You affirmed with a nod and she extended her hand asking for the documents.

“I’ll place your original documents in our custody room. No need to worry, this is a mere formality as we don’t make interns sign confidentiality papers. As you already know , you can end your internship with a three weeks prior notice and when we receive that application, your document would be handed back. And in case, you become an associate, and that would depend on your performance, you’ll get them at the promotion.”

You followed her steps as she stopped at a desk and gave you the papers back.

“change the folder to a chois file. And sign this receipt. I’ll give you a copy and don’t lose it if you want your degree back.” You blinked drinking each and every word she said. You again nodded like a lost child and completed the formalities. After a few minutes you were shown to your small desk that was decorated with a pyramid of legal files.

“do I have to work on these” you voiced your fear. Even if it was a stipend based internship, nobody would take up that work load.

“oh no! actually I forgot that you were joining but I’ll get it cleaned in the evening so you can adjust for today right?” before you could respond the sound of her heels faded away in the distance.

“Welcome to the great chois y/n” you mumbled to yourself, picking up a random file to pass the time until further orders.

A week later

To keep your mind off the distasteful look painted all over mr. kwang’s face, you chose to look at his new assistant. The clicking or rather banging of the keys of the computer combined with the occasional scratch of her nails was highly uncomfortable but not more than the man sitting beside her. Your professor didn’t find it amusing that his favourite free fund student was asking for her permitted leave.

“how much have you progressed with the thesis?” he scoffed, respectfully dumping the application on the table.

“I’ll be working half day. I’m not supposed to accompany them to the hearings so I’ll be back in the university in the late afternoon to research on that.”

He sighed, clearly not satisfied by the answer, “you want to skip lectures for an assistant job!”

“I would be promoted shortly so it’s acceptable sir.” A lie slipped out before you could stop yourself.

“what about getting distinction in thesis?”

“I’ll be surrounded with experts so it’s not a big deal sir. I’m getting late. I’ll see you in Friday’s lecture.” In sync with his eyeballs, he rolled his chair to face the other way. Picking up the paper you bowed to his back and left the staffroom , a grin of content bedazzling your face.

"He did what?" Johnny tried hard to control his laughter but the scenario you were narrating was too humorous for him to keep his hands stable on the wheel.

"I'm not kidding John. Yugyeom seriously forgot kook at Busan. But he did go back to get him though but I won't blame gyeom for this error!"

"Oh yeah! Just because jungkook slept in the gym doesn't justify his mistake girl. The driver should count the passengers before taking the wheel. Look at me, i never forget anyone no matter what!"

"Stop blowing your own trumpet. Don't forget you are driving a stolen car!"

Johnny rolled his eyes at the comment , "no, borrowed from mark so I can spend more time with you. stop lawyering and tell me what you did in the break. Apart from flirting with jungwoo of course."

You shook your head at him as he repeated the same you-flirt-with-jungwoo mantra again but this time decided to follow the lead , "so what if we flirt! He's teaching me to save myself from predators , abductors and he’s very gentle with me. Have you seen his eyes! I want to drown myself in the depth of those brown sea-

"Oh my god I'm so sorry! I'm never mentioning that again but please stop. You are awful with words." His laughed again, you joining him soon. " Now seriously tell me how were your holidays"

"Umm nothing new except that everyone was on university funded trips leaving me with minjun , his camera and the plants. We explored botanies and flower shops an-

He had lied. You were not sounding awful but he just hated how quickly his heart beat at someone else's mention from your lips. He consumed each and every word like he could be tested on the said information later on. His eyes were glued to the road and his ears to your voice. He wanted nothing more than to be the only one you’d see. He wanted nothing more than to be subject of your talking but the voice in the back of his mind said fuck it johnny, you are already asking for too much. He hated how he lost control over his senses whenever you were near him but he was slowly getting used to the dilemma. But the trance he was trapped in quickly broke down when you mentioned something. Abruptly stopping the car by the trees, he faced you to confirm.

"You are doing what?"

"I'm interning. Don't look at me like I stole your candy John. I need money." You innocently replied not aware of the reason behind his sudden dumbfounded expression.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on masters!n yuta is supposed to pay for you so why do y-

" I can work for my money johnny." Frustration made its way to your face as you continued,"drop me home johnny!" You weren't sure whether it was for his mention or him questioning your ability to feed yourself but you were offended.

"Yeah I'm sorry. I won't mention that again" a hollow apology and the car sailed again.

Hiding himself in his car seat, Johnny's fingers hovered over various contacts. Taeyong, taeil, Yuta, jaehyun! He wasn't sure what he wanted to do or whose side he wanted to take. He just wanted to be with you and no one else! but he couldnt do that !

Kicking harshly at the brakes, he screamed. The voice reaching no one’s ears but his own.

Was he asking for too much?

i wanted to add more to this chapter but i dont find enough time to write due to some commitments! but i’ll update one more chapter before this beautiful year ends. and all the smut chapters would be uploaded again sans the adult stuff for the minor readers! and there are few more chapters left. masterlist says 12 chapters bcs i’m lazy（￣︶￣）↗　

HAPPY DECEMBER EVERYONE. HAPPY HANUKKAH AND MARRY CHRISTMAS. BE THE SANTA OF YOUR LIFE AND SPREAD HAPPINESS!!

#nct #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct angst #nct mafia #nct yuta #yuta mafia #yuta arrange marriage au #nct arrange marriage #nct series #yuta series #killing me yuta

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Drunk in love ~ Orange Cassidy x reader (NSFW)

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Summary: You go out to the bar with Adam after Revolution 2020, You and Orange get tipsy and you both get very handsy and flirty. You both end up back in your hotel room and it gets juicy. ;)

Word count: 3500

Revolution had come and gone and it had been the best ppv for AEW so far. You had defended your AEW women's championship against one of your closest friends Kris Statlander. The saying in pro wrestling that “you hit harder when you're fighting your friends” never rang truer than when you and Kris stepped in the ring against one another. It was a hard hitting, fast paced match and it helped a lot that the crowd was electric the entire time. Signing with AEW was the best decision you had ever made in the last 15 years of your career, you were doing your best work and it was only getting better as your title reign continued.

Hopping between different indie promotions means you made friends all over the world but sadly you didn't get to see them as often as you would like until now. That being said you also saw the people you didn't like a lot more often. Such people included the cooler than cool Orange Cassidy. It's not that you hated Cassidy, it's just he rubbed you the wrong way. It wasn't a one way street though, Cassidy wasn’t your biggest fan either. He would leave the room if you entered, he would ignore you if you both ever got stuck in a conversation together but now you were both in the same promotion so you did what any rational adults would do, and completely ignored each other like the plague.

So after your blockbuster match with Kris, you were bruised and beaten up as you prepared to leave the arena and return to your warm, soft bed back at the hotel. However just as you went to leave Hangman Adam Page came into your dressing room. “Hey Y/N, heck of a match tonight, congrats on successfully defending that title” He says as he gives you a congratulatory hug. You and Adam had been friends for many years, ever since ROH when Adam debuted and you were in a singles match on the main card. You had approached Adam after the show and you both immediately became great friends. “Speak for yourself! You just had an easy 5 star match and you're taking home the belt as well, I owe you many congratulations.” You laugh as you pat Adam on the back. “I don't know how you're still standing either, I'm absolutely exhausted and I can't wait to collapse back at the hotel” you confess to Adam as you go back to packing up your gear bag. “So you would be up for a champion’s celebratory beer at the bar?” You turn back to Adam to see him hiding a smirk like he already knew you answer. “Adam, I wanna go to bed.” you whine as Adam starts to give those puppy dog eyes of his. “Come on Y/N, were drinking buddies! You wouldn't want a cowboy to drink all by his lonesome after we’ve both had such a successful night” Adam did give some good points. The second you hesitated to think about it, Adam broke out into a smile. “Great! I'll meet you in the hotel bar in 30 minutes” before you could argue Adam was already walking out giving you no option but to go drinking with your favourite southern boy.

You arrived back at the hotel to dump your luggage off back at your room first, while you were there you changed from your sweatshirt into a nice top so even if you didn't feel the best you might as well look the best. You left your room and headed towards the elevator. As you wait for the elevator, you reply to Adam’s text asking if you were on your way and if he should order you something to have it waiting for you when you get there. You got onto the first elevator that came, still on your phone you glanced up to push the button as you hit send on your demands for a free drink for Adam in exchange for your missing sleep. You put your phone back into your pocket when you see you're not alone in the elevator, you were joined by all 3 of the best friends. You glance away to the mirror to fix your makeup. You hear Trent and Chuck talking amongst themselves about the pay per view that had just passed. It was no surprise not to hear a word from Cassidy other than the occasional grunt and mumbled “yeah”. You feel eyes on you as you glance in the mirror to see Cassidy staring at you in the mirror through his sunglasses. You raise your eyebrow slightly as you can feel your cheeks start to warm up under the heat of his stare.

The elevator dings when you all arrive at the lobby, you immediately turn to walk out of the elevator and towards the bar where you saw nearly every AEW wrestler celebrating another amazing ppv. You spot Adam sitting at the bar with two neat whiskeys in front of him and you immediately beeline for the much needed drink. Once you sit beside Adam the drinking begins, From beers to whiskeys as long as it was alcoholic you guys were drinking it. Since you were so small people assumed you couldn’t handle it, which couldn't be more wrong considering you put away a bottle of whiskey like it was nothing. As the hours ticked the crowd started to thin out in the bar but a lot of the remaining crowd all gathered around a few tables you had pushed together so you could all laugh and chat together. You were sandwiched between Adam and Chuckie T who were deep in conversation about the ups and downs of being southern men. You were drunkenly talking across the table at Kris who was telling you about her learning to wrestle on her home planet and how it compares to earthling wrestling. You were leaning your head against Adams shoulder as you normally did when the liquor was getting to your head. You glance around at your gang of coworker who were laughing and hollering as they told stories of their travels around the world before you eyes landed on Orange Cassidy, now without his signature sunglasses it was irrefutable that he was staring argyle at you, but as you focused on him you realized he wasn’t glaring at you rather he was giving a dead stare to Adam. This was thoroughly confusing as you weren’t aware if Adam and Cassidy had any beef. You make a mental note to ask Adam about it later when you were both sober.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and when you return you see that Chuckie has taken your seat and Trent has taken his seat, leaving the only empty seat beside Orange. You hesitate before sucking it up and sitting beside Cassidy, hoping he won't cause a fuss since he's busy chatting to Brandon Cutler and a few others. You pick back up your conversation with Kris which was easier since you were closer to her so it was far easier to hear her. Your conversations ends and you listen to Adam’s as he drunkenly rambles on about proper horse care to Trent and Chuckie who you are not sure if they’re listening intently or too drunk to even know Adams talking. You feel something on your back and turn to see Orange resting his arm around the back of your chair. You turn to face him and he’s already staring right at you with those strikingly blue eyes. “Can I help you?” You say, attitude dripping off every word. Cassidy sighs, he glances around at everyone at the table almost to ensure no one's watching before he leans in to you. “Listen i know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye-” You interrupt him with a laugh at his massive understatement. “I mean it's hard to see eye to eye when we avoid each other Cassidy” he rolls his eyes. “Are you going to let me finish?” his voice had an air of dominance that you had never heard before causing you to stop talking immediately. Orange pulls your chair closer to him as the group around you gets loud again. He started to speak again this time in a low voice that demanded your attention. “I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I feel I have to explain myself. I feel there has been a misunderstanding between us..” due to how close you two had suddenly become you could smell jack and coke he was sipping on. “You see sweetheart I haven't been avoiding you because I don't like you, no no no quite the opposite, I’ve been avoiding you because I'm fascinated by you, the way you carry yourself. I find you incredibly attractive.” This was the most you had heard Cassidy speak in all your years of knowing him and to say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement. All this time you thought Cassidy disliked you and this is what was happening the whole time.

As Cassidy spoke he rested his hand on the lower part of your thigh. You moved your hand to Cassidy’s side as you leaned in to whisper your response into his ear. “And here i was thinking you hated me but looking at where your hand is right now i can bet that you like me a lot more than you're letting on” the smirk on your face grows as you see a light blush grow on Cassidy’s face. You gently kiss Cassidy on the neck before you go to lean back in your chair but Cassidy doesn’t let you move too far away from him by wrapping the arm that was resting on your chair around your waist to pull you back into him. “Jesus, I always knew you’d be a tease” Cassidy growls into your ear “I just want to see how hot and bothered I get you” You run your hand up his thigh. Before Cassidy can reply in your back and forth he's interrupted by Adam. “Hey Y/N, I wanna head back to my room, help me up” You turn in your chair to see Adam doing grabby hands towards you. You burst out laughing at Adam showing how much of a baby he is. “Yeah ok Hangy lets get you back to your stables” you turn back to Cassidy to see him not looking at you but instead doing his usual too cool for school face, you grab a napkin off the table and a pen from your purse to scribble down your hotel room number. “When you finish up here come see me” You hand Cassidy the napkin and wink before you turn to help Adam out of the bar.

Adam was relying his entire weight on you as you approached his hotel room door, he was chatting your ear off about how fun the night was and how glad he was to have a friend like you. You led him into the room before unceremoniously dumping him on his bed. He Immediately kicks off his boots before he starts to undress himself. “Jesus, Ok Adam at least give me some sort of warning before you decide to get naked” You say over your shoulder as you turn to walk out of the room and to return to your own. “Ok night night Y/N” You couldn't help but laugh as you hear Adam wish you a good night, completely ignoring his half assed strip tease he just gave you. The second you shut Adams door behind you the anxiety in your stomach builds, what if Cassidy doesn't show but what happens if he does show up. The elevator ride from Adam’s floor to your own feels like an eternity. You get off the elevator and head towards your room. Once inside you put your bag down and take off your jacket. The pacing begins some time after that. You were a nervous wreck as you touched up your makeup and fixed your outfit waiting for Cassidy to show up.

When you finally hear a knock at your door, you wait a few seconds to catch your breath before you look through the peephole to see Cassidy looking as nonchalant as ever. You open the door and before you can even greet him. Cassidy pushes past you into the room, slamming the door and pushing you up against it. You can feel his lips ghosting your own as you get lost in his gorgeous ocean coloured eyes. You lean up and Cassidy smashes your lips together in a wild and passionate kiss. Your hands went to wrap around Cassidy’s neck as his hand began roaming up and down your side, slipping under your shirt and massaging at the skin. His hands slide into your bra as he squeezes your tits causing you to gasp and that allows him to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Jump” he growls against your mouth as his hands lower to grab the backs of your thighs as you follow his command and wrap your legs snuggly around his hips.

He walks you both towards your bed before he drops you onto the bed. You bounce as your ass collides with the soft surface. Your body lights up as Cassidy scans your body as he towers over you. You reach up and grab him by the collar to drag him down to smash your mouths back together. His hands return to roaming your body before he begins to tug your shirt up. You take the hint and strip off your shirt. Cassidy immediately attacks your chest with nips and open mouth kisses. You arch your back to get more from pressure and attention from Cassidy’s mouth while his mouth travels down your stomach. You giggled when he reached your happy trail, he eyed you as he began to unbutton your jeans. You raised your hips to make it easier to pull your jeans and your panties off completely and Cassidy throws them haphazardly behind himself. Cassidy drapes your thighs over his shoulder as he begins to lay soft kisses and gentle bites along the insides of your thighs. He finally starts to lay kisses and kitten licks along your slit as your whines become full on moans at the pleasure you're receiving. His hands have a deadly grip on your hips keeping you bolted to the edge of the mattress meaning you can't do anything but lay there and take it as you start to be devoured. Cassidy’s kitten licks turn to long swipes of his tongue and his gentle kisses turn to toe curling pleasure as Cassidy sucks at your clit. Cassidy ate you out like a madman as you writhed and moaned below him. He eased a finger into you as you cried out his name, begging him for more. The coil in your abdomen tightened and tightened as Cassidy slid a second finger into you using his spit and your wetness as lubricant. He then begin scissoring and fucking you with his long, thin fingers. Knuckles nudging your G spot at the perfect pace as he thrust his fingers at an inhuman speed. “A-a-ahh C-Cassidy I’m g-onna c-cum” You cry out. Cassidy sucks on your clit to push you over the edge and you throw your head back.

You gripped his hair as you came down from your orgasm, you pull him up to kiss him and you groan as the taste of yourself fills your mouth. Your hands trail down his body as you tug at the hem of his shirt because him wearing any clothes is getting aggravating. He smirks at your need to see him naked as soon as possible. He grants your requests and you immediately attack his collarbone and chest with kisses and bites, he lets out a low moan when you suck on a sweet spot where his neck meets his shoulder causing him to suddenly grind into you. The feeling of his denim against your bare crotch caused a weird but euphoric rush to run through your body as he began fumbling with his jeans button. You place your hands over his in an effort to calm his nerves, you successfully get his jeans undone and he strips them off and throws them in the same direction that he threw yours. You had seen Cassidy without his shirt on before and you had seen him in wrestling trunks as well but seeing him towering above you in nothing but his boxers made you speechless at just how ungodly attractive he was. His slander build hid how much power and strength he had. You pulled Cassidy down to kiss him and you used this momentum to flip you both over so you were straddling Cassidy. Cassidy raises his hips to throw his boxers off, his hard dick stands up against his stomach and you grind against it for friction against your clit. He stills your hips by grabbing you and teasing your hole with his erection. You whined as Cassidy’s grip on your hips prevented you from sinking down on him.

Cassidy smirked up at you as he lined himself up and slowly lowered you onto himself. The girth of it begins to override your senses as all you can think about is the stretching feeling as Cassidy pushed himself to the hilt. You sit flush against his hips when Cassidy starts to shallowly thrust up into you and your moans turn to cries when his tip perfectly nudges against your G spot. You place your hands against his chest for leverage and you can feel his rapid breathing beneath your palms. His thrusts become violent as his cock starts to throb inside of you. His hands trail up your body to squeeze and tease with your tits as you rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. You could tell Cassidy was close to cumming by the bright red flush of his face and chest and the groans that were just now becoming audible as he increased in volume the closer to finishing he got. Your hips started to stutter as your body tensed with how close you were. Cassidy lets his hand fall back down your body as he starts to rub tight circles on your clit causing you to be pushed over the edge as the coil in your stomach snaps and a rush of electricity zaps through your body. You clench on Cassidy and it feels as if you milk him of every drop of cum as his cum shoots, hot and thick into you. The aftershocks ripple through both your bodies as you fall forward onto Cassidy.

After you both have caught your breath, you roll off of Cassidy to allow him to go to the bathroom. You can't help but stare at his bare ass as he walks away. You start to giggle before Cassidy turns back to you with a raised eyebrow. “I hate to see you leave, but i love to watch you go” He barks with laughter at what a horrible line that was. “You already got in my pants, you don't have to use bad pick up lines on me now.” You laugh at the savage rejection your brilliant line got. You stand on wobbly legs as you reach for a random shirt to wear to go to sleep in. Cassidy comes back from the bathroom with a washcloth and hands it to you and you wipe yourself off before throwing the cloth back towards the bathroom and curling up into bed. You notice Cassidy is still standing beside the bed not looking directly at you but darting his eyes around the room as if he's never been in a hotel before. You realize he’s debating whether to stay or go, so you make that decision for him by lifting up the blankets and patting the empty space. “Come on, cool guy, it's cuddle time.” He tries to hide it as he climbs in beside you but you see that small smile on his face as you pull him into your nest of comfort. “Hey Y/N?” you hear Cassidy ask after you turn the light off. “Yeah Orange?” your brows furrow slightly at what Cassidy could be gearing up to ask. “Are you wearing my shirt?” you breathe a sigh of relief at the simple question. “Um yeah” you say, gauging his reaction, silently hoping he's not mad. “Hm.. Cool” He pulls you closer as you start to fall asleep to the even beat of his heart.

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8th December >> Fr. Martin’s Gospel Reflections / Homilies on Luke 1:26-38 for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary: ‘Let what you have said be done to me’.

Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

Gospel (Except USA)

Luke 1:26-38

'I am the handmaid of the Lord'.

Gospel (USA)

Luke 1:26–38

Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.

Reflections (9)

(i) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

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(ii) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

The scene in today’s gospel reading is very beautifully depicted in one of our stained glass windows in the sanctuary and also on the front of the altar below the stained glass. The annunciation of the angel Gabriel to Mary is one of those gospel scenes that has inspired artists down the centuries, such as stained glass artists, painters, carvers. They sensed the significance of this event in God’s dealings with humanity. This was the moment when God needed Mary’s consent to become the mother of his Son. God had chosen Mary for this hugely significant role. A great deal would depend on whether or not Mary consented to the choice that God was making of her. Out of all the women in history, God chose this young teenage woman from a small village Galilee during the reign of the Roman Emperor Augustus. God’s choice of this woman was a wonderful privilege for her but would also make great demands on her. At that moment, the whole human race desperately needed her to say ‘yes’ to God’s choice and God’s call. The gospel reading speaks of Mary as being ‘deeply disturbed’ by this visitation from God and full of questions, and, yet, in the end she lived up to humanity’s expectations. She surrendered wholeheartedly to God’s choice of her, God’s call on her, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord, let what you have said be done to me’. She said ‘Yes’ to God, on all our behalf, for all our sakes. It was because of her ‘yes’ to God’s desire for her life that we would receive the gift of Jesus from God.

The story of Adam and Eve tells a very different story to the story Luke tells in the gospel reading. Adam had said ‘no’ to God’s choice and call, eating of the tree that was out of bounds. The break in his relationship with God led him to hide from God, and God had to call out after him, ‘Where are you?’ In hiding from God, he also hid from himself. Refusing to take responsibility for his actions, he blamed his wife Eve, ‘it was the woman’; she in turn blamed the serpent, ‘the serpent tempted me’. For the author of the Book of Genesis, the story of Adam and Eve is the story of us all. We are all prone to going out own way, turning away from God’s presence, God’s call, and, then, hiding from God, and, as a result, losing touch with our true selves and damaging our relationship with others. Yet, when that happens, the Lord continues the same question he asked Adam, ‘Where are you?’ The Lord asks this question not in an accusing way but in a loving way. Jesus, Mary’s Son, came to seek out and save the lost, which is all of us. Adam hid from God out of fear, but the Lord in the gospels constantly says to people, ‘Do not be afraid’. As Saint John says in his first letter, perfect love casts out fear.

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(iii) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

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(iv) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

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(v) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Mary

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(vi) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Gerard Manley Hopkins, in his poem, ‘The Blessed Virgin compared to the air we breathe’, concludes with a prayer to Mary, ‘Be thou then, O thou dear Mother, my atmosphere; My happier world, wherein To wend and meet no sin’. Today’s feast celebrates Mary as that happier world wherein we meet no sin. In the Lord’s Prayer we pray ‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven’. Mary’s life was a constant ‘yes’ to God’s will. God’s will was done in and through her life on earth, as it is in heaven. God ruled in her life. The fullness of God’s love and grace touched Mary from the first moment of her conception. She was untouched by that sin of Adam referred to at the beginning of today’s first reading. Because Adam rebelled against God’s will for his life, he was uncomfortable in God’s presence. He hid from God and God had to call out to him, ‘Where are you?’ Mary had no reason to hide from God because she was always open to doing God’s will. She lived her life in the light of God’s presence. She was, in that sense, full of God, or in the words of the angel Gabriel ‘full of grace’. It was because Mary was so full of God from the first moment of her conception that she could respond to God’s call to her through the angel Gabriel with the words, ‘Let what you have said be done to me’.

The principal church in our Diocese is in Marlborough Street. We usually call it the Pro-Cathedral. However, its official title is Saint Mary’s (the Immaculate Conception). We don’t often speak of Mary as Saint Mary. We have other ways of referring to her. Yet, today’s feast celebrates Mary’s sainthood, her sanctity, her holiness. We consider her the greatest of all the saints because we believe that she was holy or saintly from the first moment of her conception. In some mysterious way that we do not fully understand, Mary was completely open to God’s love and God’s will from the first moment of her existence in her mother’s womb. We do not make this claim about any other saint in the church. The church has always been careful not to make a kind of goddess out of Mary. She is simply the greatest of the saints. This belief in Mary’s holiness or sinlessness from her conception in her mother’s womb has ancient roots in the church, even though it was not officially proclaimed by the church until 1854 when on the 8th of December Pope Pius IX promulgated the doctrine of the Immaculate Conception.

No more than any of the other saints, Mary was not removed from the struggles and sufferings of the human condition. Something of her struggle comes through in today’s gospel reading She was initially deeply disturbed by the words of the angel Gabriel. She was full of questions in response to Gabriel’s good news, ‘How can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ Luke goes on to tell us in his gospel that Simeon announced to her that a sword would pierce her soul. Luke also tells us that when she and Joseph found their son in the Temple after much searching they did not understand what he said to them. The evangelist Mark has Mary coming with other members of her extended family to take Jesus back home, away from his ministry, because people were saying that he is out of his mind. The evangelist John has Mary standing at the foot of the cross with some other women and the beloved disciples, suffering the agony of watching her only Son die a slow and painful death. There is a very human picture of Mary in the gospels. It was in the midst of all the struggles and pains of life that she lived out her ‘yes’ to God’s will for her life.

Mary’s holiness from her conception does not remove her from us. She is our companion on our pilgrim journey. She is given to us as a perpetual help. That is why we ask her to pray for us ‘sinners’ now and at the hour of our death. We may be sinners but Paul reminds us in the second reading that before the world was made God ‘chose us in Christ to be holy and spotless and to live through love in his presence’. Paul spells out there our calling from the beginning of time, a calling that is worthy of our identity as people made in the image of God. Mary has lived that calling to the full; she was holy and lived through love in God’s presence. We look to her to help us to live out that same calling. In the words of the Preface of today’s Mass, she is an advocate of grace for God’s people, for all of us. She prays for us for the grace we need to be as generous as she was in responding to God’s purpose for our lives.

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(vii) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Mary’s freedom from sin was widely proclaimed in the early church. However, the formal declaration of Mary’s freedom from sin was made by Pius IX in 1854 when he declared that Mary ‘from the first moment of her conception was preserved from all stain of sin, by the singular grace and privilege of God and by the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of the world’.

If the essence of sin is turning away from God, today’s feast proclaims that Mary has always been totally turned towards God, completely open to God’s love and to God’s presence. Her openness is captured in her final words in today’s gospel reading, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord. Let what you have said be done to me’. The greeting of Gabriel to Mary in this morning’s gospel, ‘Hail, full of grace’, captures the meaning of today’s feast. Mary is full of God’s gracious love.

We live in a world where at times sin and evil seem to reign supreme. The first reading presents the human tendency to go against what God asks of us and, then, resulting from that, to hide from God. That portrayal of Adam in the first reading stands in contrast to the portrayal of Mary in the gospel. They are at opposite ends of a spectrum. Most of us find ourselves somewhere in between both. We are aware of our tendency to hide from God and to do our own thing, like Adam. Yet we also sense a call to turn towards God and to open ourselves completely to God’s presence, like Mary. Paul refers to this call in today’s second reading, when he tells us that God has chosen us in Christ to be holy and spotless and to live through love in God’s presence.

Today we celebrate the good news that at least one human being, Mary, has responded fully to that call of God. As we strive to answer that same call, we look to Mary for inspiration and for help. We ask her to pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death, so that the grace and love of God that embraced Mary from the first moment of her existence would also touch our own lives.

While today’s feast celebrates Mary’s unique sinlessness, it does not for a moment suggest that she was any less human than we all are. Her holiness was lived amidst the struggles and sorrows of this world. Her son was a sign of contradiction, a sword pierced her own soul; she often puzzled over the words and actions of her son, and she suffered the unique agony of a parent who sees an offspring die. She knew the darker side of life, and, yet, in the midst of it all she remained completely open to God and to God’s will for her life. Her humanity makes her holiness in some way accessible to us.

What was said to Mary in today’s gospel reading is said to all of us, ‘The Lord is with you’. The Lord is with all of us; he is present to all of us. Mary was completely open to the Lord’s presence to her. Because of her openness, her responsiveness, God’s Son was formed within her. The season of Advent calls on us to be as open to God’s presence as Mary was, so that God’s Son may also be formed in our own lives too. Writing to the Galatians, Paul told them that he was in the pains of childbirth ‘until Christ is formed in you’. This Advent may Christ grow more fully within us, and be formed in us.

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(viii) Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

On this feast we celebrate the good news that from the beginning of her life there was no darkness in Mary, no sin in her. She was full of God’s grace from the first moment of her existence. If sin is turning away from God, today’s feast celebrates how Mary has always been totally turned towards God, completely open to God’s call and God’s presence. Her openness to God’s call is shown especially in her final words in today’s gospel reading, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord. Let what you have said be done to me’.

We live in a world where we are very aware of the presence of sin and evil. The first reading this morning is part of the story of Adam and Eve in the Book of Genesis. In the story God placed Adam in a beautiful garden with trees that were pleasant to the sight and good for food. There was only one tree of which God asked Adam not to eat, the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Yet, Adam and Eve could not resist the temptation to eat from this tree. In spite of all the many ways that God had blessed them in the garden, they took more than they were entitled to. Having rejected God’s will in this way they hid from God, and, so, God cries out in our reading, ‘Where are you?’ We know that at times we can be like Adam and Eve; we fail to give ourselves over to doing what God asks of us. Yet we also sense a call to open ourselves more completely to God’s word and God’s will for our lives. We recognize that, in the words of today’s second reading, God has chosen us in Christ to be holy and to live through love in God’s presence. That vision for human living attracts us and continues to draw us. Deep within us we have this yearning to become the person that God calls us to be.

Today, on this feast of the Immaculate Conception, we celebrate the good news that at least one human being, Mary, has responded fully to that call of God to be holy and to live through love in God’s presence. As we try to answer that same call, we can look to Mary for inspiration and for help. In the words of the Hail Mary, we ask Mary to pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death, so that the grace and goodness of God that filled her from the first moment of her existence would also touch our own lives. We see in her the person we are called to be.

Mary’s holiness and goodness does not in any way make her remote from us. Her openness to God’s word and call was lived out in the midst of all the struggles and sorrows of life. Because of her special relationship to Jesus, a sword pierced her heart. The gospels suggest that she often puzzled over the words and actions of her son. She struggled to let him go as he answered God’s call to form a new family, a family of disciples. She suffered the agony of a parent who sees her own child die tragically and painfully in the prime of life. Mary plumbed the darker depths of human experience, and, yet, in the midst of it all she remained completely open to God’s life-giving word. She remained full of God’s light even as she travelled her own valley of darkness.

The season of Advent calls on us to be as open as Mary was to the Lord’s call and presence to us, even in our own times of painful struggle. If we are, then our lives, like her life, will be a source of blessing for others.

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(ix) Feast of the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Fr. Martin Hogan.

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