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foxigemini · 1 year

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Bound For Life - Chapter 1

Pairing: OC!Orc x Human Female Reader

Summary: Your life is nothing exciting. Until one day when you encounter a creature in the forest and your life is changed forever.

Warnings: Nsfw! Smut, Orc Sex, Monster Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Size kink.

Author's notes: Okay, so this is my first time writing and posting anything original. I hope this is good enough to post and that a few out there will like it.

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Life had never consisted of anything exciting or interesting for you. As you grew up to be an independent young woman after the death of your parents, you found yourself living quite a boring life. Living alone in a small cottage in the forest outside the village, you worked at the local Inn. Every day was the same as the other. Meeting the same people, having the same dull conversation.

Little did you know, it was soon about to change.

You knew of the creatures in the world, of the elves and trolls, goblins ad orcs, but you'd never encountered one. Their lands were far away from the humans, so distant it felt like a fairytale red to spellbound children.

It was late at night after another shift. You walked through the dark and murky forest, following the stone path to your home. Suddenly, your skin tingled and your eyes flickered as your breath deepened, inhaling more air. Your footsteps slowed down as you listened with great intensity, couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched.

You looked behind you, expecting your eyes to connect with a rodent, a wolf, or a bird, but nothing was there. Nothing but a lingering knowing. Looking onward again, you quickened your steps this time, hoping to escape the constant feeling of being followed by watchful eyes.

Yolmar hid in the darkness of the forest, watching the fragile, little female figure walking the path through the woods. He had never seen a human before. His head tilted, nostrils flaring as he felt the smell of your fear. It was almost like hunting a deer.

Yolmar had never been this far away from home. As he came of age, Yolmar was sent to explore the world to find a suitable mate. He never expected that it was the sent of a human that would awaken his interest.

A sudden crack made him look to the side, his pulse quickening at seeing the wolf sneaking up on you. His eyes snapped back to you, then back to the wolf, his instincts taking over when the animal suddenly lunged towards you.

It all happened so fast. Despite your senses being on high alert, you barely had time to react when you heard the crack of a breaking tree branch behind you. Twirling around, you stared at the wolf galloping towards you. Your scream didn't have time to leave your lips before the wolf was knocked to the ground by an enormous, green-skinned humanlike creature. You stared at the scene before you, unable to move as the creature wrapped his muscular arm around the wolf's neck and broke it. The green beast dropped the lifeless wolf to the ground, its chest heaving with heavy breaths as he turned his attention to you, staring at you with yellow, intense eyes.

From the stories told to you as a child, you knew that it was an orc.

You thought you would die on the spot as the orc moved closer, its heavy footsteps booming in your ears in pace with the sound of your own racing heartbeat.

"You okay?" the orc spoke, his voice guttural as he struggled to speak your tongue. You blinked, once, twice, as you stared up at this monstrous beast before you. His yellow eyes examined you with what you could only describe as...concern? He was tall, probably close to 6,6, his bare-chested upper body flexing with muscles as he breathed heavily.

You nodded at his question, couldn't find your voice as your gaze dropped to his loincloth, your face heating up as you imagined what was hidden beneath. What on earth possessed you to think such inappropriate thoughts in the face of death? You looked up again, your eyes following the shape of the black mohawk on his head, down his pointy ears, and the two tusks protruding from his bottom lips.

"Good," the orc answered to your nod, his gaze slowly roaming down the shape of your body, and you found yourself blushing. Why did he make you feel so utterly naked and bare?

"Uhm...t-thank you. For...for saving me," you finally managed to say, your voice shaking as much as your heart pounding in your chest.

The orc nodded, a smirk ghosting across his lips as he looked back up to your face and met your gaze.

"W-what are y-you doing here? I-I mean, s-so far away from your homeland?" you asked, not knowing where you got the courage to speak. Good lord, this was so unreal. Were you actually having a conversation with an orc?

"I left my clan to search for a mate," the orc replied, taking a step closer to you as he gazed at you leeringly. "I am Yolmar. What's your name, little human?"

You stared up at him, unable to breathe at his closeness and the lustful glimmer in his eyes.

"Y-Y/n...," you croaked and wetted your lips, scared of what might happen next.

"Well, y/n..." Yolmar placed his forefinger under your chin, lifting it up and forcing you to hold his gaze. "I believe you owe me for saving you."

Holding your breath, you felt a heat rush through your core as you looked into his piercing, yellow eyes.

"I-I...w-what do you want?" you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

"You. As my mate."

Your eyes widened as you kept staring up into his eyes. Your ears were buzzing, mind unfocused on everything except the word coming from his lips.

Mate.

"W-What?" you flickered your eyes, the nervous beating of your heart increasing. "W-What do you mean?"

"It's your scent. I could smell it from miles away, the way only a mate could sense it. You and I are mates, destined to be together. I must confess I was disappointed at first that you're not an orc. But now that I see you, how tempting your soft and tiny body is, I can't wait to claim you. To make you mine."

Yolmar smirked and leaned down to your ear, inhaling your scent. A growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest, and the sound along with his hot breath on your skin caused a trail of goosebumps down your body. You couldn't believe this was happening, couldn't believe how willing your body was to accept him when your mind was still trying to protest. Yolmar's finger left your chin and slid down the nape of your neck, sending another wave of goosebumps down your skin. A keen whimper slipped from your lips and you became shamefully aware of the arousal pooling between your thighs. Yolmar growled at the sound coming from your lips, his hand landing on your waist, covering your entire hip.

"P-Please don't, I can't...," you begged, hated the uncertainty in your voice and how your body betrayed you, aching and throbbing to feel him inside you.

"I can smell your arousal, human," he growled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your hips, coaxing an embarrassed moan from your lips. Yolmar snickered. "You want me as much as I want you."

His hand found its way underneath your dress and undergarments, two of his long, thick fingers slipping between your soft folds and into your wet, spongy core. You gasped and grabbed his big arms as his fingers stretched you out.

"So wet and tight," Yolmar mumbled and started moving his fingers inside you, grunting at the squishing sounds your pussy was making. His cock jerked at the feeling of your wetness, twitching, and hardening to life, eager to fill your tight, little cunt to the brim.

"Oh fuck," you gasped at the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you, didn't understand why you didn't stop this stranger, this monster, from doing this to you. Most of all, you didn't understand why you wanted him to do this, why your body seemed to crave his touch. Maybe it was true what he said? That the two of you were destined to be mates.

"Such foul words coming from such a sweet, little thing," Yolmar chuckled, the sound vibrating through your core. "Tell me, my little human...Do you crave my cock inside you?" At the last word, he pushed his fingers deeper inside you, pushing against your g-spot and you screamed out in pleasure.

"Y-Yes! Please, yes," you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeatedly thrust his fingers into you at a rapid pace.

Yolmar grinned and took out his fingers from your pussy, his hands violently ripping the dress from your body, leaving you only in your undergarments. You gasped, wanted to cover your bare chest when the orc stared at your breasts but didn't have time to react before his calloused hand cupped your tits. "Pretty," was all he said and kneaded the soft flesh, felt the weight of them in his hands, and rubbed his rough thumbs across your nipples that hardened at his touch.

"P-Please," you begged, bit your lip at the feeling of your pussy aching and clenching desperately to be filled.

Yolmar lifted his gaze, his yellow eyes filled with hunger as he removed his loincloth. Your gaze dropped, widened when you saw his enormous, engorged member pulsating and leaking with precum as it stood proudly in a curve up against his stomach.

"Oh, fuck...," you whispered, wondering how it would ever fit inside you at the same time as your pussy twitched at the sight of him.

Yolmar chuckled at the frightened wonder on your face. "Don't worry, little one. It will fit. If we take it slowly. Now, get down on your hands and knees."

You obeyed on trembling legs, jerked and gasped when he ripped the undergarments from your body and grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your ass up in the air. Then, you felt him at your entrance, slowly pushing the bulbous head between your fold and into the tight hole of your pussy. Your eyes widened, breath coming out in short gasps through your parted lips.

"So tight. So fucking tight and small," Yolmar mumbled and howled in pleasure when the head of his cock suddenly popped inside your warm, wet entrance. At that point, he couldn't control himself anymore. Grabbing your hips harder, he bucked his hips against your ass, pushing his cock into you halfway before pulling back. You cried out, back arching and head thrown back as his huge cock stretched out more than you thought was possible. Then, he thrust forward again and you screamed a silent moan, realizing he had only been halfway inside you and he was now fully seated in your womb.

"Feels so good...so good, my sweet, little human," he crooned, almost lovingly, as he started a slow and gentle pace of fucking you, claiming you as his mate. Your vision got blurrier with each of his thrusts, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Soon, your mind became dazed and numbed, and a smile spread across your lips when all you cared about was how absolutely divine his cock felt inside you. You could feel the pressure building in your core with each thrust, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. Then, the orc suddenly pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact, of feeling so empty inside.

Yolmar pulled out and positioned himself above you, on his hands and feet as he pushed inside you again, his massive frame hovering above yours as he thrust into you. You moaned when Yolmar pushed back into you again, smiled as you looked up at him over your shoulder. You looked into his eyes and held his gaze as he quickened the pace once more, rapidly shoving his dick inside you over and over until your senses were overflowing.

Yolmar looked back into your eyes as he slammed into you hard and fast, rougher with each thrust. The slapping sounds filled the forest, blending with your high-pitched moans and the orc's snarling growls above you. The pressure in your belly intensified and finally erupted just as you felt the orc pump into you a final time, burying himself deep inside you as he came. His cock twitched inside you and the feeling of his seed pulsing into you brought you swiftly over the edge, your pussy clenching and milking every last drop out of him. Yolmar threw his head back, his loud, guttural growl echoing through the forest as he emptied his seed inside your belly. You collapsed onto the ground, panting for air and your body becoming limp as you felt his cum flow out of you, creating a white river on the dirty ground between your thighs.

"Mine," he muttered quietly and out of breath as he picked up your exhausted body.

Yours. You smiled tiredly when Yolmar cradled you in his arms, and he started walking down the path leading to your cottage.

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bones4thecats · 27 days

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Hello 👋🏻

Could I request Heracles, Buddha and Hades finding out their s/o is cursed with immortality because she managed to kill several gods as a mortal? In her defense, she was being hunted down by the gods.

What If Their Immortal! S/O Was Cursed?

Type of Writing: Request Name: What If Their Immortal! S/O Was Cursed? Characters: Heracles, Buddha, and Hades Requester: Anonymous

A/N: The God that I used for the story to fit together for my writing is completely fake. He does not exist (that I am aware of) in any kind of mythology or religion.

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💪 Heracles has heard many stories from his fellow Gods about a 'God-Killing Human' and how dangerous they were that even they had taken down a former high-ranking God by the name of Merikh, who was the God of Death

💪 When you had killed said God, you were brought to the peak of a nearby mountain and offered by the humans as a sacrifice for your crimes against the Gods

💪 Zeus and a few others saw potential in you, so, instead of torturing you in many ways, like how they did Tantalus for trying to feed his son to them, they had gifted you with immortality, though you were not considered a God in their books

💪 You had been alive for a few centuries when Heracles became a God, but when you had first met him, you didn't confirm that you were the Immortal Killer of Gods, instead you said you were an average human with no value to him

💪 Heracles had bonded with you through many years, and the only reason he discovered you were immortal was when Ares had come with him and he had come across you after their training

" Oh! Ares, this is my- " " You know the Immortal Killer of Gods?! Heracles, you know what Dad'll say! " " Wait... you're the- WHAT?! "

💪 Despite trusting many despite their flaws, Heracles was very scared that you had lied to him about loving him and everything else. But, when he had spoken to his uncle Hades about it, he gained the knowledge that instead of immortality being a gift to you, it was more like curse for thinning their divine-numbers

💪 All of his concern about if you were lying had faded away, well, more like moved to the category of are you okay and what could you possibly be going through whenever coming across a divine being such as Heracles?

💪 But his biggest question was; why didn't you hate him?

💪 When you replied with how he had nothing to do with your sentencing and how it was your actions that led you to this, not his and how he didn't need to blame himself, he felt his heart melt and tears pocket in his eyes

💪 Despite living with such an everlasting and probably torturous life, you still do not hate those who punished you, you knew from the centuries you spent alone that this was what you should have expected. Though, Heracles still scolds you if you go into a depressive state of blaming yourself

" Dear, don't blame yourself. All humans makes mistakes! Myself included! Oh no, please don't cry anymore! Wait, no- "

🍭 As a human-turned-God, Buddha did not really see any issue with being this. In fact, he found it nice to round about and spend the rest of his 'afterlife' relaxing and keeping up with his path of enlightenment, and he loved to help others get on that path as well

🍭 While he was alive, he had heard stories of a human that killed many Gods, including one by the name of Merikh, a Death God who had tried killing many children just because he could

🍭 Buddha could sense something was wrong with you when he first met you on his path to enlightenment, you were just sitting beside a random river while your long white and gold robes flowed in the air, while a thick line of face-paint laid on your eyes from one side to the other

🍭 He just felt that you were far to quiet for your own good. But, since you didn't get up and join his group, Buddha just smiled, waved, and went on his merry way, not expecting to see you ever again

🍭 But, when he had awoke as a God and took a small walk a few hundred years after, he had noticed a familiar form at the edge of the river; you.

🍭 Before your relationship even began, he knew you were a form of divine being. But, he had no idea how you had gained the power of immortality, but as far as he guess, you could have been born with it

🍭 So, when Brunhilde had come to him to ask if she could have you fight in the next round of Ragnarok against a new and dangerous God, he declined, saying he didn't want his delicate immortal S/O to die

🍭 Brunhilde had spilled the beans. Telling your story of killing God after God until you made it to Merikh centuries before Buddha's birth. But, unlike Heracles, Buddha doesn't view you differently, you were his S/O. Plain and simple.

" Brunhilde, I understand why you would want 'em to fight. They're strong, and that's plain to see when they glare at anyone. But, I am not letting them risk their life against some new douche from the Norse Pantheon. They're my S/O to protect and cherish, and I plan on doin' that for a long time, longer than these last few centuries. Do they're not doing it, got it? "

🍭 He also loves to just stand there and flip of Zeus with you, since he had cursed you in the first place and Buddha just didn't like the old geezer

💀 Hades had known about you for centuries, as he was one of the Gods who was against torturing you, and instead just giving you a sentence of immortality to satisfy the lives lost of their allies

💀 This guy is very distant, even to most of his own Pantheon, so he always has had rumors floating around that he may be doing something behind everyone's back. Well, technically he was, but still- you get the point!

💀 Whenever Hades would go up to the surface and relax in the rare sunlight he ever gets, he would always try visiting you in your small home located deep within the forest

💀 He had noticed you had gotten used to being an immortal quite quick, and that shocked him. It had taken Heracles a little while to accept the fact that he was immortal himself, but you accepted it within a couple years while his was nearly double your time!

💀 Hades had asked you to be his one and only a few hundred years of knowing one another, and when you said yes, he just smiled and spun you around, thanking his fellow Gods for you being immortal like him

💀 But, Hades didn't understand how this had been affecting you internally...

💀 While you seemed to accept outliving everyone you cared about, on the inside, you were the complete opposite. You had had many panic attacks and nightmares of the Gods you had killed, especially the Death God, Merikh, in which you would wake up in a cold sweat

💀 The only reason that he found out was because of your small friendship with Hermes, who was a well-known gossiper. He had found out about your nightmares getting worse and had confronted his uncle about it, not sparing a detail, much to your annoyance

💀 Hades had come to you directly and, while you were away, had his servants move your things from your home to his. He didn't do this to observe you more- well, he kinda did, I guess- BUT. He mainly did it because you were married and married couples live together!

💀 Yeah right

💀 It only took a couple nights together for your nightmares to calm down, as feeling the lovingly-tight grip your husband had on your midsection made you feel protected and adored instead of hunted and hated for your actions of the past

" Sweet-Skull, you have no need to cry over such an event happening to you. As long as I am here, nobody, and I mean nobody, will ever come close to harming you again. "

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bluespiderlully · 5 months

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KNY - My lore 2.0

I already made a post writing about my alternative group of Hashiras and about the lore and explaining basically... Everything I needed to tell.

This time I want to give more importance to my characters, this because I think that characters, their stories and relationships are the most important things in a story.

I'm going to talk about my OCs and added characters as if they were canon so if you want you can go check my lore post and my alternative hashiras list post; you can read this anyway, you'll get to know my lovely characters as I'm talking about them.✨️🩵

💧Giyuu Tomioka, Water Hashira (21 y.o.)

The canon Giyu is one of my favourite characters. Since Sabito is alive in my AU he wouldn't be so depressed as the original, but I'm sure he would still be introverted and he would still spend a lot of time alone (not in a bad way, he just likes being alone) so probably Sanemi and Obanai would still dislike him. Shinobu has a little different character too in this AU so she would probably be more sarcastic to him. Also, I'm not a huge fan of the GiyuShino ship, I prefer RenGiyuu, I just love the Sun/Moon dynamic and in this AU where Giyuu is a more positive person... They would just be really good.

🌪Sanemi Shinazugawa, Wind Hashira (22 y.o.)

Another of my favourite characters in the series (probably because he's the one I can relate more), he's still short tempered, aggressive, rude and has something bad to say pretty much about everyone. Everyone except for Kanae (I love SaneKana, I couldn't help but include it) and Ayumi. His little sister and Shadow Hashira is his mean of life, he completely changes his manners with her. Concerning Kanae, I think that they would be attracted to each other but that either of them would say anything to the other. He gets along very well with Obanai (as in the original series), Sabito and Hiromi, they're the most aggressive in the group.

⚡️Makomo Urokodaki, Thunder Hashira (20 y.o.)

I have a lot to say about my version of Makomo. First of all, she has the surname Urokodaki because she's a orphan, she lived in a temple with other children and when a demon attacked them she came to one conclusion: there's only one God, his name is 'Death' (yeah, the iconic Arya Stark quote, it just fits). Next, she's really sarcastic, always been, that's the reason why Sabito liked her since they were kids (SabiMako is canon in my AU). She learned water breathing from Urokodaki with Sabito and Giyu but she didn't master it, her nichirin sword turned yellow and so she started train with Jigoro Kuwajima (Zenitsu's mentor), she mastered thunder breathing and both Urokodaki and Jigoro are very proud of her. The last thing is... Something people never talk about in KNY: hunting demons for the final selection exam. I picture her as slightly sadistic when it comes to demons so I decided that she's the one in charge of doing this, she never shows her face during these "special" hunts, she wears her kitsune mask.

🪨Fujiko Mori, Stone Hashira (25 y.o.)

I have... A lot to say about her. Her mother wasn't Japanese but American and so she looks a bit "exotic" to other Hashiras (and Tengen reeeeally appreciates it), this means she speaks English as a second language, keep that in mind. She got pregnant at the age of 15 and had to leave her home since her parents considered it a dishonor, she found shelter in the Eternal Paradise Sanctuary (just like Kothoa did) and lived with Doma for some years, during this period he took care of her baby (Haru) as she was his daughter, this was actually just because Doma wanted to eat her and her daughter since the beginning, and he actually ate Haru when she was 2. There was one song Fujiko always sang to Haru, an English poem about a girl who loses herself in the snow, Fujiko ran away from the Sanctuary during a snowy night and Doma chased her, the only thing he found where the prints of her feet on the snow, she was vanished just like the girl of her lullaby. She joined the Corp immediately after and learned stone breathing from Gyomei Himejima, when he died she took his place. Her weapon of choice is a zanbato (daily reminder that sir Alonne was the only good thing in Dark Souls 2).

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku, Flame Hashira (20 y.o.)

We all agree that he deserved better, well... Unfortunately I gave him a twin sister OC, and in KNY having a twin is always bad, he's gonna suffer, I like to torture my faves. The Rengoku family is extremely wealthy, they have been Hashiras for generations and they must become demon slayers, they don't have a choice. For this reason both Kyojuro and Asuka got a nichirin sword without partecipating to the final selection, reason why Sanemi and Hiromi dislike Kyojuro so much. When he was a child his parents already arranged him a wedding, with the eldest daughter of the Kocho family (they were wealthy too according to the wiki, so him and Kanae would have make a perfect match financtially speaking, but they were just children and things went way different from what their parents imagined), he had a strong bond with Obanai when his father Shinjuro took him home after saving him, even if he stayed with them only for a couple of months. When Ruka died Shinjuro started drinking, hitting his two children and stopped training them, Asuka left home to train with Jigoro, Kyojuro couldn't leave his home, so he kept training alone and started eating a lot to fill the void he felt after his father and his sister abandoned him. Things changed when he met Giyuu, they liked each other from the first moment and found a way to comfort each other during hard times.

✨️Asuka Rengoku, Light Hashira (20 y.o.)

In Kyojuro's paragraph I described her as a horrible person, that's not the whole truth. She would have taken her brother with her, but he didn't want to leave their father alone, so she went alone. She trained and took part in the final selection despite not having to. When she and her brother met years later (when they both became Hashiras) she told him that she didn't agree with his relationship with Giyuu and that's not about being homophobic, that's about being the daughter of a wealthy family in 1920s Japan, she has the idea that Kyojuro should marry a woman and start a family with her to give birth to another generation and carry on the legacy of the Rengoku family. They started arguing and they're not on good terms even if Asuka has a relationship with Tengen (and consequently with Fujiko), Kyojuro's best friend.

🧊Sabito Ashina, Ice Hashira (22 y.o.)

I really wanted to see more of this guy, so here he is! We don't know his backstory so I did the same thing I did with Makomo, i gave him one. We needed a Sekiro reference, so his surname is Ashina; Sabito's father achieved wealth by banking activities during the Meji period, so Sabito grew up with the idea that wealth could be achieved only through hard work. Unfortunately his parents died during a boat trip to America and his older brother squandered all their wealth gambling and took his life because of his many debts; Sabito joined the Corp to pay his brother's debts. Now, just like Makomo, he is in charge of hunting demons for the final selection exam.

🌩Hiromi Kazeshi, Storm Hashira (18 y.o.)

Female Sanemi, this could be everything I have to say about this lady, but she's actually more than that. First of all her way of being is derived from her childhood/teen years, when she was 10 her father passed away and her mother needed money, so she decided to marry Hiromi to a man way older than her but... Really rich. She couldn't stand this decision and right after the wedding she killed both her mother and her husband, the moment after she did this she just ran away and was lately found by Sabito, the only one who knows her secret. She had to learn how to use a sword but she always preferred using her fists to fight, so she asked to her blacksmith to make her brass knuckles too, seeing her and Akaza fight would be such fun if it wasn't for his morals.

🪷Kanae Kocho, Flower Hashira (22 y.o.)

Another character I definitely wanted to know more of, I'm almost sure she would be one of the strongest amongst the group, flower breathing just gives me Malenia vibes. From what we know she was kind and caring in a genuine way, so I'm assuming she would be better than Shinobu when it comes to take care of people in the Butterfly Mansion. I already said that she should have married Kyojuro but things went way different, that's because the Kocho family was killed by a demon and the two sisters were rescued by Gyomei Himejima just like in the canon story. In the current timeline Kanae and Kyojuro have a good relationship but I already said she likes Sanemi more than Kyojuro, this is because she think that he's a bit naive.

🦋Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira (18 y.o.)

I have to admit she's not one of my faves, I don't like her being too sarcastic and, as Kanao said, "asking obvious questions people don't want to answer". Since Kanae is alive in this scenario, Shinobu doesn't need to adopt her personality but I think she would do it anyway even if she probably would also keep some traits of her sarcastic personality by teasing people and being annoying. Plus, she's almost blind from her right eye due to a laboratory accident, basically a boiling poison exploded in her face. As I already said, I'm not considering GiyuShino, I don't like this ship, also because I headcanon Shinobu as lesbian.

🌫Muichiro Tokito, Mist Hashira (12 y.o.)

We can all agree that he's cute. What I liked of him was his link to Kokushibo (I like Kokushibo more than Yoriichi, I'm absolutely not sorry about this) and so I decided to give more importance to this. I just find interesting having a character related to an anti-hero instead of a hero, it just adds some spice I think. He's the reason why Muzan killed all his Lower Moons since the demon who attacked him and his brother (in this AU of course) was Lower Moon One, he killed him almost effortlessly and this also led Ubuyashiki Kagaya to the decision to give him the title of Hashira as soon as he had learn a breathing style. He was trained by both Sanemi and Giyu, but has a preference for Giyu, even if Sanemi acts way more gentle with him.

🩷Mitsuri Kanroji, Love Hashira (19y.o.)

Everything in her backstory is basically the same as canon, she joined the Corp to find a man who would love her the way she is. She trained with Kyojuro and he started considering her his sister, more than he considers Asuka as such. Of course, ObaMitsu is canon in this AU. She is naive but she's also very very kind. She would love to make friends with Ayumi but she always ignores her.

🐍Obanai Iguro, Snake Hashira (21 y.o.)

As for Mitsuri, his backstory is just like the canon one, but with a difference: he has an affinity with every snake, that's because of his voice (and because I watched the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and I just loved it too much not to take a little inspiration). He stayed at the Rengoku mansion for a year, then he joined the Corp after Ruka died and Shinjuro became violent; around this time Kyojuro started liking Obanai (or men in general). Now Obanai has become rude and cold, of course he's not Kyo's type and he doesn't regret not cofessing his feelings.

⚫️Ayumi Shinazugawa, Shadow Hashira (20 y.o)

She's cute, and that's just everything everyone needs to know about her. Her father harmed her in every way possible, he abused her and stabbed her to try to kill her, she still has scars on her breast and legs, she is afraid of everyone except for Sanemi. She has rareblood but her "power" is predict future with her dreams. She dreams of a lot of things actually, and remember every dream so she's definitely going crazy, but if someone dares to call her "insane", Sanemi would probably beat the shit out of them. She obviously fights with a katana but she's better with bow and arrows.

🔮Enmu Tamio, Dream Hashira (25 y.o.)

He has my favourite design in the series and I think that also in this AU he would wear some western clothing on his uniform instead of an Haori. He has no memories from his childhood since he wasn't able to tell apart reality from dreams, until a demon killed his family and he started training in dream breathing, that requires a strong grip on reality, speed and perception. His master immediately understood that Enmu was a prodigy and that he would definitely become an Hashira. He has rareblood just like Sanemi and Ayumi, but his blood has no effect on demons, if injected into another human Enmu has the ability to manipulate their dreams and to lead them to death peacefully. This is why he started working at the Butterfly Mansion when he became a member of the Corp. Plus, his breathing style made him insensitive to any kind of physical pain.

💎Tengen Uzui, Sound Hashira (24 y.o.)

Last but not least we have the most flamboyant Hashira. I just love him and his personality. In this AU he does not have three wives because he ran away from home after emerging victor among all of his brothers, he constantly feels blood on his hands and he will never forgive himself for not running away before killing them. When he joined the Corp he met Fujiko and the two started dating, Tengen and Kyojuro became friends and he started seeing his brothers in him, he often calls Kyojuro "otouto". Their friendship slightly cracked when Fujiko and Tengen started dating Asuka too, of course Kyojuro wasn't happy, it took him a while to accept it. Tengen helped the twins a lot to reconnect.

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According to folklore, are most of the Fair Folk diminutive in size or can some be human sized as well? And if so, are there a few who can almost pass for a human by appearance alone?

An oft asked question, though one that still offers a good amount of uncertainty whenever anyone begins their journey into researching faerie folklore. Many today, and I myself am guilty of this as well, will gesture vaguely towards contemporary literature and heap upon it the blame for all of fairies being depicted as diminutive creatures usually with wings. This is insidiously misleading, since much of contemporary fantasy literature is only building off of pre-established ideas of what the folk actually are. Some of the blame might be leveled towards Victorian Academia and Art, for it is certainly true that their contributions, creations, and categorization of faerie myths and types affected the way faeries were understood. The repercussions of this are still felt today. One of the most pointed to scapegoats for the modern depiction of faeries is J.M. Barrie, author of the well known "Peter Pan and Wendy". However it is his introduction of this famous Peter that concerns us more, as it is in his first novel, "The Little White Bird" a fantasy novel for adults. The beginnings of Peter as we know him are in a story told within the larger story, of the nature and ways of babies. It is stated in the novel that all children are first birds before they are transformed into children through rather dark and cruel methods that make them know their place in the world. And those birds and the children often like to play in the Kensington Gardens where the Fairies, who were always found where children were, lived and waited for night to have their revelries. These fairies, much like Barrie's later depictions in the Neverlands, are diminutive and often described with wings. It's interesting to note, however, that Barrie's fairies are following an interesting change that took place in the Victorian Era (He himself was writing from the very beginning of the Edwardian Era), where fairies became softer and more child-like, and were often associated heavily with formal gardens and considered a kind of nature spirit. In art around this time, it was becoming increasingly popular to depict fairies with butterfly or dragonfly wings, and it is suggested this was to differentiate them from Angels in art (who are another being that is often given wings by artists attempting to convey the ethereal nature of preternatural ideas and beings they couldn't quite understand themselves). But even if we go back all the way to Michael Drayton's "Nymphidia", which is cited by many to be the first appearance of a small fairy with wings in the year 1627, even then it is not the first appearance of faeries as small.

It really does seem that in the late 16th and early 17th centuries, works like “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and “Nymphidia” helped to solidify the depiction of fairies as being tiny and insect-like, as opposed to just small creatures, but the idea had been drifting about in Folklore for a long time. Many instances of faerie beings such as brownies, goblins, or hobgoblins are described as being short and ugly, and gnomes and dwarfs are often added to this category as well. Though in many original texts of Norse Mythologies, Dwarfs are very vaguely described or depicted, and when they are it is often indistinguishable in size and appearance to humans or elves, with the exception of their abilities. It is only in later Germanic Folklore that the dwarfs became shorter and deliberately described as ugly. It is from these Germanic Dwarfs that Paracelsus, a Swiss physician, alchemist, lay theologian, and philosopher drew one of his inspirations for his elementals and created the gnomes. These gnomes, though described as being two feet in height and able to walk through the earth like humans walk through air, were more spirit than creature just as the other elementals created by Paracelsus. We can also look to the word Elf for an idea of where the diminutive fairy might have come from. Their origins are not clearly defined even in Norse Myths, for though Snorrie Sturluson's "Prose Edda" talked of the svartálfar, dökkálfar and ljósálfar ("black elves", "dark elves", and "light elves"), it is well known by scholars of the field that the word "Álfar", used to generally refer to elfs, was not only heavily paired with the word Æsir, but sometimes suggesting that the two groups were one and the same, which would make the elfs more or less synonymous with a race of gods. In later Germanic folklore the distinction between beings like elfs and dwarfs became even muddier as the terms for them became interchangable, and later were often replaced with the borrowed French word, "Fairy". Though Germany would hold onto its beloved "Zwerg" (Dwarf), various native terms were used as alternatives to convey the same sort of idea ("Huldra" is a good surviving example in North Germanic Languages that means "Hidden Being").

In many of these older depictions of elfs they are described as being a vast number of things: beautiful, sexually dangerous to humans, having magical powers, and as the Old High German "Alp" they are compared to nature god/demons like fauns from classical Greek Mythology. But it isn't clear where these elfs or any other depiction of fairies were made small. While there are many instances of faerie beings or groups who have small statures, there are just as many which depict them as having human sizes, or being of giant size. Many of these can be traced back to Germanic Folklore and then Norse Mythology, and others to Celtic or Slavic mythologies, but there is no set of stories that consistently depicts faeries as being small in Folklore. There are numerous mentions of faeries who shapeshift and can also alter their own size as well as their appearance, but we are rarely, if ever, told what their true size and appearance is in such stories, only that they use this power over their own form to their advantage as they deal with humans. And many instances of ugliness in the descriptions of these faeries, whatever name they're being given, is suspected by scholars to be a form of communicating the concept of "Otherness" to the reader or listener of the tale, rather than to be a defining feature of the people.

So to give your question a straightforward answer: No. In Folklore we do not get a single and definitive set of attributes for faeries. They are large, small, middling, giant, minuscule, beautiful, ugly, plain, monstrous in appearance, or inhuman and surreal.

Many faeries, either by their natural appearance or by magics and glamours, can pass as human or human-like. Given the full variety of human appearance, this is undoubtedly enough for a large majority of them to pass among us unseen and unmarked.

#fae #faerie #fairy #fae folk #folklore #germanic folklore #norse mythology #celtic mythology #slavic mythology #size of fairies

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Hello! What do you think of alicent being physically harsh with ty tennant's aegon? She abuses him (it felt like that to me) and then tells aegon that his sister is a dangerous person (which she is), but at that point rhaenyra hasn't done anything, and otto is not there to advise her also but she sees rhaenyra rightly as a legitimate threat. Then when we come to tgc aegon it's like she forgot that her children's lives are in danger and fights more for rhaenyra than her own children. By then she has seen first hand how dangerous rhaenyra is with aemond, vaemond, laenor etc.

Also olivia had told somewhere that alicent is thinking in eggs coronation how rhaenyra will not reconcile with her anymore. I mean why would you care about rhaenyra then. I dont mind people having affection for childhood friends but when said friend doesn't give a shit about your kids or your own mental and physical well-being then it becomes really pathetic and an unhealthy obsesion.

Im saying I'm so confused why she keeps flip-flopping. Why the heck is she on rhaenyra's side when her kids are more into protecting her than rhaenyra. She even forced aegon to accept his crown when he said no. (If they make her poison him for rhaenyra, she will be just so terrible)

The writing is making me insane. I want to get some clarity and i thought to ask you since you have such well thought out responses. Sorry for such a long question.

hey there. thank you for having faith in my abilities to make sense of this mess. i do take it as a compliment that you guys think to come to me for help whenever you're confused by smth or pondering an issue. 💌

so, i hope you won't feel too upset, but i'm going to redirect you to the relevant tags as i've been ranting about this quite a lot already and would just end up repeating myself.

long story short: it's inconsistent writing. each episode usually had a different writer & director, each with their different take on the characters. that's fine and all, but something happened there bc the people in charge (miguel??) didn't do a good enough job to smooth things over chronologically and make sure everyone is on the same page and that the character developments are linear.

that's why alicent is antagonistic and out to get rhaenyra one episode, then the next episode she wants to be bffs. that's why the showrunners say one thing to the media, but the actors say another. look at this through the perspective that they're not going to come out having a go at each other in the press because that would be unprofessional. so we're never gonna find out what miguel actually did for sure and who's responsible for all this mixed messaging.

as for alicent being physically harsh with ty's aegon. she is, as you said, alone at court, experiencing first hand viserys' indulgence & favouritism towards rhaenyra + his unwillingness to sanction her even for grave illegalities*, so that only increases her paranoia that her children are going to suffer the consequences of this. on top of /that/, aegon himself doesn't take this seriously and she has just found out he also colludes with rhaenyra's children (the people who will order his execution in the future, but he's too blind to see it now) and bullies his own brother (aka the one he could actually trust and support, but instead alienates). she goes to viserys first but he ignores her concerns again.

so i think she just snaps in that moment and loses patience with aegon. him wanking in the middle of the day in the tommen window doesn't help his case. now, alicent is not a modern mother living in the 21st century, with a whole literature of child development & psychology at her disposal, therapists and specialists to guide her. she also has her own trauma to deal with, no help on that front either. she can't "educate" herself. she is not going to be gentle parenting aegon lol. she uses what tools she has at her disposal: first talking nicely, that doesn't work, then she starts yelling and grabs his face so that he'll listen, bc what else is she supposed to do? she literally isn't conceptually aware of any other way to get her message across

*again, that's placing your bastards in the line of succession against their trueborn relatives, not having bastards in the first place

#hotd critical [alicent]#hotd critical [storytelling]#i have this format for most characters at this point #ask #anon

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The Umbrella Academy, Ep. 3x01 – Meet the Family

Forgive me, I can already tell that I'm not going remember every single one of the characters that they just introduced in this episode. The Footloose moment alone just kind of blew my mind. Also, I have a feeling that some of these characters either will be killed off or not really used (as there’s already so many people in the show); so I’m in no rush to remember all of the names.

We are introduced to the Sparrow Academy, which is the alternate version of the Umbrella Academy. This is the same universe, but the timeline has changed. Reginald remembers meeting the Umbrella Academy in the past and remembers not liking them much. And so it seems like he took a different approach when creating his super hero team. At the very least, he seems to have gotten different people. Except for Ben; but, of course, he doesn’t remember Ben as he was a ghost at the time and could only be seen by Klaus.

Here's the thing, there has to be more to this then, well, this. After all, how would Reginald know which babies not to choose when selecting the children? Also, did they say sixteen children were born? That’s not the original number. It’s not even close. Clearly something else has changed as well.

Long story short, the two teams fight and The Sparrow Academy kicks The Umbrella Academy’s ass. Well, almost. Vanya unleashes her powers and manages to take out six of the seven; giving her siblings a chance to run. The is witnessed by Marcus.

But while this is going on, we keep cutting back to the basement and we see that this glowing ball of energy appears. What’s more, when Grace goes to the basement (she’s taking the briefcase the Umbrella Academy left behind), she sees the glowing energy and starts worshiping it like a god. Later, we will see her writing strange symbols around it.

So, the Umbrella’s realize that they need a place to go and treat their wounds; a place where they won’t stick out no matter how unusual they are. Of course, Klaus knows a place. It’s called the Obsidian Hotel. The group goes to the hotel and rents a couple of rooms. It’s during this that it becomes obvious that the group hasn’t really fully grasped what has taken place. Klaus greets the staff of the hotel like they’re old friends; but, of course, they’ve never met him.

Also, Vanya tells Allison that she should go back home and be with her daughter. Given the fact that their old life seems to have been erased, maybe that’s not a good idea. I don’t think this is going to end well for Allison.

But to move the story along, Vanya decides that they need to calm the situation down before things get worse. So, she meets with Marcus; who also can see that there needs to be a sit down between the two number ones. Of course, he’s shocked to find out that Vanya is number seven. Vanya makes it clear that they don’t want any trouble, they just want the briefcase they left behind. Other then that, they’re willing to leave the Sparrows alone. Marcus doesn’t really buy it. Rather he knows that, if others know about more super powered people around, it might be bad for the Sparrows. This is a concern that Vanya is able to play in to. Vanya makes it clear that, if Marcus doesn’t bring her the briefcase, then the next day she will fight Marcus in front of his fans. And both Vanya and Marcus know that it’s unlikely that Vanya won’t walk away the winner. Marcus agrees to bring the case.

Unbeknownst to the two of them, Ben and another are watching the two talk. Or rather, this woman is watching them talk through the eyes of a bird that she is able to (create from her body?) and control. They don’t seem happy that Marcus is talking to Vanya.

So, Marcus goes back to the Academy and goes to find Grace to see if she can tell him if she found a briefcase. What he finds is Grace worshiping the ball of energy. He also can hear noises (voice?) coming from it and reaches out to touch it. Suddenly, a wave of energy pulses out of the ball and when it returns it evaporates several living creatures; including Marcus.

While that’s going on, Five has made a decision; it’s time to retire. After all, the world is saved from the Apocalypse. None of them have to go back to the academy or their so-called father. They can lives the rest of their lives the way they want to; so long as they don’t run into their doppelgangers.

That’s pretty much the majority of the episode, with the exception of a few things. First off, Lila returns and it’s apparently been about twelve years since she saw Diego. Oh, and they have a kid. God help us. We also see an old man who, given his behaviors and the tapes of sounds that he has, I have a feeling might be Harlan.

The final thing we learn, well sort of learn, is that it seems like Reginald is no longer in charge of the Academy. They way he’s treated by the Sparrows, it seems like he’s more of a….not exactly a servant or a prisoner, per say, but it’s clear that they have some sort of hold on him. He also makes it clear to the Sparrows not to underestimate the Umbrellas; as they did manage to save the world in 1963.

Also, I gotta ask and I'm also afraid to ask. Was Christopher really born that way? I mean, did he really come out that way? I'm hoping he was really small otherwise…. My God, the poor mother.

#umbrella acaemy #vanya hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #marcus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #number five #lila pitts

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write zazan x reader pls i’ll suck ur dick

in which zazan becomes intrigued by a human word count: 1,264 warnings: violence, death, mild gore etc. disclaimers: this isnt necessarily romance idek how to explain it

hunting humans was much more than feeding the queen at this point, to many of the chimera ants, it was viewed as sport. something to pass the time, or even to bring back a tasty snack for themselves.

it was directly against orders to take any human lives for their own as all food was going to feed the queen as she carried the king in her womb, yet, many squadron leaders disobeyed, and continued their recreational hunting anyhow.

At this point, almost everyone in the hunter community had heard the rumors of giant mysterious insects plucking entire villages up out of thin air and horror stories of children disappearing while out playing.

although, these were only rumours. the location in which said rumors originated, was the NGL, a nation which did not allow modern day technology into its borders, and as such, no actual evidence could be provided to prove definitively whether or not they were true, but that wasn't about to stop you.

you were an ambitious hunter, freshly off the hunter exam and fairly new to the trade, you wanted some real experience, not just filing paperwork for hunters farther up on the chain.

and that was why you were here now, in a densely wooded area, smack dab in the middle of the NGL. it was clear to you now, that these rumors were not falsified, and that it was a very real danger you faced.

you now felt foolish for not bringing a team along with you. you were alone, fending for yourself. it had appeared , as you observed the ants from afar , as though they had a fairly large intellectual ability , they were able to communicate with each other in a fashion that you had not seen before in other great beasts, especially not the rinky dink ones you had researched.

you had been concealing your nen, fairly well so you thought, however , you would later find out that was not the case. the sound of footsteps coming up from behind initially hadn't been concerning , until you remembered the gravity of the situation, it then became spine chilling. there was no where to run, no where to turn. You were stuck , and you became paralyzed by fear. you didn't even dare to turn around.

'i found one'

'do you think it's a rare?'

... a rare? what did that mean? you had so many questions racing through your mind, although you were fairly certain you knew what you would be turning around to face, and sure enough, your gut instinct was correct.

you turned around to see two insect hybrids, one appeared more humanoid than the other, the second had the form of a large arachnid, that stood taller than yourself, but it's face resembled an older man's.

the more humanoid of the two appeared to be womanly, it had an hourglass figure, large breasts and pink-ish skin, it's hair was a deep pink, and it had a large scorpionlike tail with a stinger at its end, no doubt it would be used as a lethal weapon.

you felt a lump rise in your throat, could this be the end? was this how you were going to go? alone in the woods, soiling yourself over two large insects? this wasn't the way you had expected your career in hunting to go, you had aspired to be as grear as Isaac Netero , or at the very least earn a star or two. but you would never get that chance.

'my , my ... the human is trembling like a leaf, is this normal?' the pink one spoke in a tone of such normalcy it almost undermined the grave danger you found yourself in.

its arachnid counterpart responded in a nervous gargled voice 'most of them do this, yes'

had the pink one never killed a human before? this didn't sit right with you. you felt your eventual doom coming closer by the second, with every hitched breath you took in, you prepared for it to be your last.

You wanted to get away, but the image of you running and being taken out immediately kept intrusively playing in your mind. yet you knew, simply standing there was a suicide mission.

a long cool appendage brandishing large scales wrapped around your torso tightly, a stinger just itching to penetrate your soft skin, it was evident you wouldnt be around much longer, the stinger forced its way into your flesh, and venom poured into your bloodstream.

a sharp pain intensified at the site of the sting, and it began to spread throughout your body, every inch of your body began to feel hot , and burned, until suddenly everything faded to black.

when you awoke, you had hoped it had just been a nightmare, and that you would be in your tent at the campsite you had made in the woods, however, to your disappointment the cold hard floor told you otherwise. before even opening your eyes, you could tell that you were not there, and what had happened was not a figment of your imagination.

your eyes opened, but you could not move a muscle, your vision was blurred, and the only sense that was truly at its peak was your smell, though you wish that wasn't the case.

your nose was assaulted by a strong odor of rotting flesh, and the metallic smell of blood. you could just barely see a corpse laying on the ground inches from your own. it appeared you were in a human processing plant. great.

you felt your stomach drop, and the tail from earlier wrapped around your midsection once more, between that and the insect's arms, the chimera ant from earlier propped you up, it could tell you weren't dead yet.

"not enough to be lethal im guessing?"

the sentance was spoken to herself, she didn't actually expect you to answer, especially not in this state.

you could start to feel your limbs coming back to you, your paralysis was slowly fading away, until it eventually came to a halt. you were still staring the ant dead in the eyes.

"why," you finally managed to choke out your first word since encountering the ferocious being. "why are you doing this?"

the ant shrugged, and stood, it was towering over you, and wasn't about to answer any of your questions.

"do you have a name?" the ant spoke its first words directly to you, its stinger loomed inches away from the center of your forehead.

nervously you replied, "yes, all humans do."

"what is it?" the ant demanded, it was unclear why these questions were being asked if you were only going to be slaughtered anyhow.

you replied, "my name is ___" your heart was beating furiously, it beat so fast and so loud that you could hear it pounding in your eardrums, every instinct in your body was telling you to chance it and run, but the mere presence of the insect alone was so intimidating that it paralyzed you.

until finaly, some sort of ungodly courage rushed through you, and you pushed yourself up from the ground and stood, a grave mistake.

"i didn't tell you you could stand." the ant did not mask its displeasure well, and you instantly regretted your action. it had sealed the deal.

the tail that had pierced through your skin before now struck at you at an unprecedented speed, and penetrated straight through the center of your forehead.

thump

another lifeless body joined the others, to be fed to the queen, to be given to the developing king in her womb.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #chimera ant arc #chimera ants #zazan #zazan hxh #meruem #shaiapouf #neferpitou #knuckle bine #kite hxh

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i've never used ff.net before, but i get that feeling of people interacting with your fic from ages ago. i used to write on wattpad and i occasionally get emails of activity. boggles my mind.

i love Sharing A Drink They Call Loneliness. the title itself is already chef's kiss. i mentioned in my tags that reader is a great foil for zhongli. teaching him that a life forgotten is not a life wasted is so interesting, especially for someone who lived for thousands of years and has mentioned concerns of stories being lost to time. there is an ounce of truth in it for a human: just because they are forgotten it didn't mean they didn't live their life wastefully.

kind of jealous at people who can just "hear" characters in their head. i have a lot of difficulty with that but maybe i haven't put enough effort? i can vouch that your dialogue is entertaining, kekek. is there a specific reason why you can't write kaeya?

you're right about vilifying people who have hurt you. life is never that simple as much as we want it to be. not that oversimplification is bad, but oversimplification without acknowledgment of complexities is just wishful thinking--to me. i think that's also the area of mental illness people can't romanticise, so it's rarely talked about even though such mental states and its effects are very real.

you briefly mentioned writing a thoma x reader exploring this theme and i am so down bad for it. i AGREE. i've shared this with my friends but thoma is very lucky he found himself in a loving family. his sense of loyalty can go so wrong in bad hands, and i don't think the kamisatos are that innocent either. i mean, hyv probably want to portray them as such, but fanfiction is transformative work for a reason, haha.

omg 4 goals... i wish you all the best with yae's fic. it's definitely a double-edge sword not having a clear picture of what you're going to write. may 2023 be a year we finish a portion of our wips, haha. -- @milkstore

It just boggles me. Why are people reading fics from so long ago? Are they that deprived of cringe content??? I don’t have any works on Wattpad though… which probably is a good thing. There’s a lesser chance of them being found on a dying site… :’)

And despite whatever I say, Sharing a Drink They Call Loneliness is actually my favorite fic. I love having convos like that with my friends. You’re completely right about reader being a foil. Whenever I see Zhongli, I always felt that like… he needs a friend, one that only knows him as Zhongli, and one that can give a different frank point of view. I’m excited to write the companion piece to that one, But It’s Better Than Drinking Alone. But I’m still trying to work out everything in my head. It takes place after his second character quest.

While I can hear character’s voices in my head, I’m definitely not the best at figuring out how they’ll even respond in the first place. If I know how they’ll respond, I can figure out how they’ll word their response. For Kaeya, I NEVER know how he’ll respond to things. So reading your Kaeya fics, it’s just so fascinating. You write him in a way that has me like, “I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!!!!” It’s so in character. I love it!

And you’re completely right about the oversimplifying without addressing the complexities. With mental illness too, it’s easy for people to whine about how much it affects them, but it’s rare people look at the effect their mental illness(es) have on others. Or at look at it objectively and not in the eyes of “oh I hate myself so much I’m a burden :’((((((“

For that Thoma story I want to write, you’re completely right. I don’t think the Kamisatos are as innocent as they make them out to be. I feel Ayaka is aware of everything, but Ayato… Have you ever read his line about preferring dogs? I’m sure all of his servants and the Shuumatsuban are extremely loyal, but I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be raised like that. Children naturally want praise and they’ll try their best to achieve it. So to devote their life so loyally only to be treated as nothing better than a dog in the end. And then on top of that for such a favored position of housekeeper and close confidant to be given to a foreigner? I imagine it’d break a person.

And thank you for the best wishes!!! Not having a clear view is killing me. I may write it and then put in a deleted scene…… Idk…. orz DO YOUR BEST TOO.

Answering two asks in this haha

I know right??? People that can write a full story with only a few words… It’s a power that I do not possess. Especially one that has a very satisfying ending and achieves the right level of emotional impact. Even though you deleted your Kaveh fic, I really loved the way you illustrated the reader’s mental state. You didn’t state it clearly, but painted the scene clearly of anxiety-induced stagnancy and how it gets worse the more you stay stagnant.

I really need to do research on romance tho haha. Like… When I first started writing that Zhongli fic, people sent messages wanting there to be romance and I remember sitting there like… “I didn’t write this with romance in mind….” Honestly I have a hard time seeing him pursue a romance with a mortal, let alone any romance in the first place. As of right now, I still am not sure how I want it to end or if I’m capable of having it have a more intimate end. I’ll have to just see where it takes me. orz

And thank you for the offer for beta reading! I actually will take you up on that. I just need to find the time to message you. I swear I have a discord but I always forget to hop on it. I know I said I’d message you a while back, but I still plan on doing it!!!! I just have to get over the fear of sending a message and being like, “Hello, sorry my wips are a tangled mess…. :’))))” I’m just shy lol orz

You mentioned love triangles in your reply to my ask and like… Harems and love triangles are on the same level for me. I will respect your right to torture yourself with harems. LOL I’ve actually lowkey seen a harem irl for myself and like… In love triangles and harems, the person everyone falls in love with are always clueless, but like… THAT JUST AIN’T REALISTIC IRL. Those people know exactly what they’re doing. They just like the attention too much to give it up.

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That being said… That being said……….. When I see those things happening irl, I don’t really care. I can interact with all of those people just fine. They’re all usually very fun people. But somehow when it is in written format, my brain just explodes and I just, “AAUUUGHGHGHGHGH”

#anon #ask #this took so long aaaaaa #also i forgot to mention that i saw the same tweet and was like #'oh thank god i'm not the only one'#i heard that in the other translations he's not as harsh though so like.......#hopefully someone posts the differences eventually so i can get a more accurate opinion

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A Garden from Home

We were given an assignment to write a human-interest story. It could've been absolutely anything concerning anyone but I wanted to have a story I actually wanted to speak about. I racked my brain over this for at least a week before deciding on my topic, or rather, my subject. This is a story I find very personal to myself and so it was rather difficult to write it objectively from a non-biased point of view, but I've tried my best to do so. I hope I have done justice to the man who made plants his entire life.

I see his nursery on my way to college every day and as a plant person, it was the first thing on my Bangalore places-to-visit bucket list when I first came here. I have a bad habit of hoarding plants that people around me have warned me against but I just can't help it. So, when I found out there was a nursery so close to where I'll be living, I was elated. I couldn't wait to fill my new room with plants. I ended up going there the weekend after my dad left, thinking I was fully settled in. I was all alone in a new city, with no friends and nobody familiar around. I needed the familiarity of plants to calm myself because I was getting overwhelmed by university life. My course was entirely new to me, so the subjects were also adding pressure onto me. I knew only the clean green air around numerous rows of plants could help me then.

Ram Prasad had come to Bangalore around 18 years ago, with nothing but a dream of expanding his father’s small business of selling flowers in his village. He hadn't had a very extravagant upbringing, his father’s business being the only source of income in their family. He had attended school only till the sixth grade before dropping out to help out his father. He told me that's when his love for plants began. “Everything I've learnt about plants I've learnt from my father,” he told me when I asked him where his passion for all things green came from.

Although it has been so long since he came to Bangalore, ram prasad still hesitates on calling this city his home. He confessed to me once that he misses his village back home because that's where his family is living. His wife died during the covid pandemic, so now his mother takes care of his two children. Taking care is probably not the right phrase since both his kids are adults pursuing higher education. His son is 19, and is doing BA in a community college in Uttar Pradesh itself. His daughter, 18, is currently doing BSc in math in the same college as her brother. Ram prasad admitted to me that I reminded him of his daughter which is why he always cheers up whenever I visit his nursery. He told me that he never forced his kids into taking up the same career he did and always encouraged them to complete their studies and grow up to do whatever they want.

One of the questions I asked him when I went to visit one weekend was how he was dealing with competition from big conglomerates like Ikea who sell plants at a higher price but still rack up profit simply because of their brand name. He laughed and told me that there's competition in every business, it's just how you end up dealing with it. Since his love for his plants is so immense, he doesn't mind the financial competition. He would rather sell his plants to people who are going to take good care of it than mass sell them to people who will let them die and wither because they can't take good care of it.

#human interest story

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gellertsbumblebee · 1 year

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@the-raven-dhampir

Here’s the Albus x Raven story I had openai write for you!

Albus Dumbledore was feeling troubled as he walked through the streets of London. He had been in a tumultuous and volatile relationship with the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald for some time now, and the constant arguing and fighting was taking its toll on him. He could feel bruises forming on his face and arms, but he was too afraid to leave Gellert for fear of what he might do.

As he walked, he happened upon a small café and decided to take a seat and collect his thoughts. It was there that he met Raven, a kind and gentle wizard who immediately took a liking to Albus. Raven noticed the bruises on Albus's face and asked him what had happened. Albus hesitantly explained that Gellert had been the one to cause them, and Raven was immediately angry.

"That monster! How could he do such a thing to you?" Raven exclaimed, a look of disgust on his face.

Albus was touched by Raven's concern and the two began to talk more. As they sat at the table, Albus found himself feeling more and more drawn to Raven. He was kind, gentle, and protective, qualities that Albus had been longing for in a partner.

As their friendship grew, so did Albus's feelings for Raven. But he was afraid to act on them, knowing that Gellert would not take kindly to him cheating on him. But one day, as they sat in the café talking, Gellert walked in and saw them together.

Enraged, Gellert marched over to the table and slapped Albus across the face, causing Raven to hex him in anger.

"How could you cheat on me, Albus?!" Gellert shouted, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Your love for me is too toxic and volatile," Albus replied, standing up to face Gellert. "I'm leaving you, who will love you now, Gellert Grindelwald? You're all alone!"

Gellert growled in anger, "You dare to turn my own words against me?!" He raised his wand to strike Albus again, but a powerful spell from Raven sent him flying out the nearest window.

Raven comforted Albus, telling him that he had done the right thing in leaving Gellert. "That man is no good for you," Raven said gently. "You'll find someone else who will treat you the way you deserve."

Over time, Albus and Raven's friendship blossomed into love, and they were inseparable. Gellert was no longer a threat to their happiness, as Raven easily kept him at bay. They talked about marriage and adopting children, and eventually they made their relationship official.

Years passed and Albus and Raven lived a happy and fulfilling life together, but Gellert was eventually killed by Voldemort while he was imprisoned in Nurmengard. Albus and Raven were grateful to be rid of the toxic presence of Gellert in their lives, and they lived happily ever after.

#openai #Albus x Raven

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iamfindingkatie · 1 year

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I got the holiday blues....

Okay, so please let me preface this by saying that I am by no means being vengefull or malicious in writing this towards any one person in particular. Life is all about the paths you choose and the battles and achievements you can acquire along the way.

Holidays have not been so super nice to me. Co-parenting in your mid 30s to mid 40s gets interesting the older the child gets. I know. Things use to be simple. Everything use to be shared, compromised, worked through and understood. Unfortunately, my hippie self and reality do not align and I'm stuck in a constant battle of my personal beliefs and doing the wrong thing. Picking your battles gets hard when your buttons are pushed.

My number one belief is MY CHILD IS NOT A PAWN. My child's feelings are not a toy and how we RAISE them reflects how productive in society they will be in life and especially in adulthood. Also, FIRST RULE OF CO-PARENTING- NEVER exclude those who were key and essential in raising and helping in the first few years of their life. I strongly believe and will do anything and everything in power to uphold these truths.

Not only is co-parenting stressful alone, no one ever thinks how the child feels. Little children can barely even realize any intention other than the one presented to them at any given time. The older a child gets, they start to understand so much more. And could you even stop and realize the year it is. Growing up in the '80s and '90 is NOT like growing up in 2022. Everything is a click away, critical thinking has been in games they play to enhance their ability to connect pieces and see BULLSHIT when it is present. Simple. Issues and feelings NOT regarding shared children need to be kept to themself or said directly to the person you are directing your discord toward.

Life is hard. Between generations fading out because of mental health/drug abuse issues and children getting caught up in the misdeeds of their parents, the odds are stacked against them. More and more teachers are tasked with observing/documenting/referring kids to counseling or DCFS (a broken and in dire need of assistance program) instead of teaching them skills they have found helpful and resourceful in their lives. Every system put in place to help and assist children toward growth and properity also can cause havock and wreck many lives and families.

So-with that said. If you decide to co-parent or even be put in a potential co-parent position because....divorce and broken families have become the norm...please remember, everything you do and every single effort you make is noticed by those kids. EVERYTHING. No child has to hear hate spewed from someone's mouth when they can see what is happening with them and when it concerns them.

I co-parent. It was a blissful experience for a considerable amount of time. The only thing I have seen lately is the creation of a villian. There are always two sides to every story. 2 when it concerns an actual event or incident that 2 consenting people involve themselves with, but only one story when it comes to the children involved in the wishwash of a situation. Be mindful of the kids because when they see how you are made to look despite every single effort put into raising them, they will see. They will notice. They will learn about life in an unfortunate way by learning, experiencing, and understanding that life, in all it's glory, is shadowed by those you love the most and the pain you can feel when you are hurt because of the pain someone else is experiencing.

#coparenting #mental health #kids of the future #responsibility #parenting #parent of a teen #trans positivity #mixed family #blended family #america #land of the free #trying to survive in 2022 #grabbing my feelings #growth #change #know your worth #know your growth

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years

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Don't Leave Home - Chapter I

Chapter 1/?

Wordcount 2k

Title Job Opportunity

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Toji Fushiguro X reader

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s) none

N. A. Yeah, my first Toji fic ever! I'm so excited!! Actually, this is not the first idea I had for a story with him, but it is the easier one to work on, so I chose to write it first. I know that babysitter!reader and baby!Megumi is nothing new, but I'm self indulging here, so forgive me for not bringing something 100% original okay lol

Anyways I hope you enjoy it :)

The bills have been piling up upon your table as if they had a life of themselves, and a headache came up every time you looked at them. You were just fired from you last job and had low expectations on getting a new one in little time, especially when you were not as experienced in that area and had your time reduced because of your studies. You loved what you were learning there and didn’t want to quit, but you were running out of money and if this situation didn’t change, soon you would be forced to leave this passion aside.

Only a miracle would save you now, but unfortunately you didn’t believe in miracles, at least not as much as you believed in bizarre coincidences...

Just like the one you faced that night, when you were lying on your bed with your notebook, scrolling through the hundredth site you sent your resume to with no hope to find something reasonable, until your eyes widened in front of that advertisement: a babysitter was needed, not so far from your place and with weekly payment.

You thought of that and raised an eyebrow: receiving money every week was tempting, but your own experience as a former babysitter wouldn’t let you forget how tiring was to take care of children, and you weren’t willing to go back to this kind of work. But you were running out of options, so that you tossed your pride aside and decided that this job would be yours.

As you’ve re-read it to analyze the available information, you couldn’t help thinking that the advertisement was so concise that it became mysterious: the only concrete things it contained concerning the child themselves was that they were a boy and was less than one year old; apart from that, there was the name of a man, an address and a phone number. You took note of everything and left it beside your bed to call him the next morning.

***

You checked the phone number more times that you could count to convince yourself that you didn’t type it wrongly, but it didn’t work: you tried to call it two, three, ten times, but no one would answer it. At first you thought it was too early and decided to wait until one or two hours passed and tried again, but the result was the same.

You sighed. It was too good to be true. You were about to give up when you remembered the address along with the number. You checked it, and since you didn’t have any appointments for that day, you picked up your bag and went out to find it.

***

Only when you were in front of the house, pressing the door bell, you started to consider the risk of your decision: you were at a neighborhood where you didn’t know anyone, alone, knocking on an unknown person’s door because of an advertisement with high probability of being fake. The house’s resident was taking too long to answer the door and everything were silent around there; your nervousness was growing as the seconds passed.

You were thinking that the worst thing that could happen now was to have a person actually opening the door and revealing that everything was a prank when you heard the handle being turned and held your breath. So, there was someone living there. Now you just had to wait for their revelation.

When the door was opened, you took a step back, more because of who you found behind it than because of any prank that might have been prepared for you, for the man you saw there could be everything but not the type to make that kind of thing.

He opened the door wide, showing off the corridor behind it, and leaned on its frame, arms crossed, waiting for you to explain the reason for your visit. That attitude, you thought, would be seen as petulance if it came from any other person, but not from of that tall, serious guy dressed in a black leather jacket, with his dark hair with almost three months of uninterrupted growth, a scar on the right corner of his mouth and the lack of concern or surprise in his green eyes while measuring what he had before him, making you hold your breath.

If just one minute before you thought you were a victim of a joke, now you were convinced that you came to the wrong address. You were about to tell this to the man and apologize for your intromission, but you stopped with the harsh laugh he gave before you could open your mouth.

- If you’re here because of the babysitter thing, you’re at the right place, darling – and speaking more to himself than to you – I’m surprised that someone really answered that ad… Guess I’m lucky that you came so early, anyway.

You didn’t know if you should be relieved to find out the job opportunity wasn’t a lie or worried because that man was the responsible for it. Before he invited you in, you pulled the note from your bag in an instinct.

- So... you are Toji Fushiguro, Sir? – you asked without taking your eyes from the paper.

- Yes, that’s me. But cut the “Sir” thing. And what’s your name?

You told him your name and surname.

- So, y/n... you have any experience in this type of work?

Yes, you had.

- With children under one year?

Yes, except with newborns.

- Can you work in the afternoon?

Again, yes. You used to study in the morning, so your afternoons were always free.

- Do you need to take train or bus to come and go?

- Just the train.

- Hm. Good. You’re hired – Toji straightened up and uncrossed his arms, then indicated the house’s interior with a gesture of his head – Come in. The baby is waiting for you.

You entered right after him, not able to hide all your hesitation while he closed the door at your back, so that you compensated it with all the good manners you had. You took off your shoes and left it on the corner, alongside other pairs, and murmured an “Excuse me” before following him.

As you crossed the short corridor and became familiar with the inner side of the house, your apprehension diminished: here and there, on the floor or upon the furniture, you saw some toys and stuffed animals, and even a pair of tiny, blue shoes on the top of a small table, the undoubted signs that a child lived there, things that you learned to identify in other houses where you worked at. It was a bit messy, but nothing you couldn’t tolerate when you remembered some of the places where you have been; this mess was understandable, though: while the proof of the kid’s presence was all over the place, there was nothing that indicated that a partner shared that space with his father and worried about that, giving him the privilege of just focus on his outside responsibilities. Well, even without a spouse to help him, that father seemed to do it anyway, but the absence of someone to manage the intern work was taking its toll, and that was where you came in.

At some point, Toji turned to his right and entered what you found out to be the living room, stopping at the side of the entry and leaning on the wall in a similar manner as before, his hands in his pockets. You entered the space right after him and saw your worries go away when you finally put your eyes on the baby.

The little boy, dressed in blue overalls and with white socks on his tiny feet, was sitting on the sofa paying attention to the plushie on his lap. He stared at you with a pair of curious green eyes as soon as you arrived, however he didn’t make any of the typical signs of children at that age when they met new people; you used to see this quietness in kids who lived with non-talkative parents or who had no siblings, and as far as you could see both situations applied to him.

You turned to Toji.

- What’s his name?

- Megumi.

You raised an eyebrow, but said nothing: that was not a name you expected to be chosen for a boy. Still, it fitted him, you didn’t know why.

- How old is he exactly?

- Seven months old. His birthday is in December.

The strangeness of the whole situation didn’t intimidate you: you walked toward the sofa and knelt before the boy, who followed every movement, and started talking to him.

- Hi, Megumi-chan – you whispered, offering him your palm – You’re such a pretty boy! I’m so happy to meet you!

Judging by his quiet manners, you weren’t even expecting Megumi to put his tiny hand upon yours as other children have done when you introduced yourself to them, so what he did in response to your gesture was just shocking: forgetting the plushie, he stretched his little arms to you, as if you were about to take him in your arms, and babbled a “ma-ma” with a soft, questioning tone.

You swallowed. You couldn’t let him thinking you were his mother, but you also didn’t want to break his trust right in your first meeting, so you had no choice but to do what he was expecting: putting the toy aside, you took Megumi with you and stood up. He didn’t cry or complain for being picked up by a stranger, which suggested that he was used to such procedure, something that you particularly didn’t approve.

Right when you took him, you sensed a smell of soap and powder, and his soft hair, as dark as his father’s, was brushed and smelled clean as well. Part of you felt glad for his good conditions, but you couldn’t ignore what just happened, so you turned to his father and demanded an explanation about the mama thing. The man just smiled and shrugged as if the scene he just witnessed was nothing but normal.

- He always reacts like this when he sees women with this hair color – he pulled his left hand out of the pocket and raised a finger to you, lowering it right after.

By that time you’ve been dyeing your hair dark, almost black, in a shade not so different from those two. Megumi was quiet, paying attention to your conversation, his eyes alternating between you and his father, one of his hands touching your locks as you spoke, as to confirm what Toji said about your hair. You looked at him and felt a lump in your throat: what kind of method was that, to not teach a child how to distinguish his own mother from other women?

You took all the politeness you had in you and used it in your next words to his father.

- And you never correct him, Toji-san?

He clicked his tongue.

- Why would I do that? – and with a smirk that twisted the scar on his mouth – Women find it cute. Not a single one complained.

You didn’t speak a word, but the way you stared at him let it clear that you didn’t mind being the first one in this case. It was when an unsettling thought crossed your mind and you made the next question as an instinct.

- May I ask about his mother? Where is she?

A low growl was the first response you got from Toji, then a single word that made you regret questioning him so recklessly.

- Dead.

Your eyes widened a bit and you didn’t resist the impulse to bit your lip. You turned to the baby, still paying attention to the adult talking, and then again to his father.

- I… I’m so sorry for this, I didn’t…

- Nevermind – he cut you off – Truth is that he never met her. He was only a few weeks old when she passed away. He only has seen her in pictures and the first thing he noticed was her dark hair. It seems to be the only thing he likes about her, too.

You didn’t know what to say in response, so you kept your mouth shut. Maybe there was nothing you could say that would fit: you just arrived at that house, just met those people and had nothing to do with their past or their circumstances; yes, you had the right to find all of that weird and to worry about the effects of it in the child you were about to be babysitting, but even now that you knew its reasons, you were no one to judge.

Doing the favor of finishing that embarrassing conversation, Toji approached you, taking something from his pocket and offering it to you. You opened your mouth and closed it again when you saw that amount of money.

- Is this enough for a week with him?

The truth is that it was twice the price you would accept for a week of your services. Didn’t he have any idea of what he was doing?

- Actually this is…

You tried to reason with him as the honest worker you were, but Toji just sighed and took a second amount of cash from his other pocket, making you desperate.

- Fine, and what about this? I’m sure you can pay for your train now.

You understood it was useless to try and explain to him about minimum wages and other matters concerning the caregivers’ category, so you just kept quiet and took the money from his hand, keeping it away from the baby’s curious hands.

- Now listen, y/n. Anything you need to know about his routine and habits are on the list I left right there – he pointed at a paper beside the TV, right behind you; you looked over your shoulder, then back at him – As you already noticed, Megumi’s a calm kid. He’s not allergic to anything and sleeps well at any time of the day. He won’t wear you out. If he runs out of anything you can just use the money I keep in his room to buy it. I keep his documentation in the same place. There’s a restaurant at the end of the street if you feel hungry. They have delivery service if you don’t want to leave the house with the baby. Any questions?

You moved your head in a negative gesture. The practical manners of that guy were scary.

Considering everything solved, Toji turned his back on you both and walked away, waving his hand in a farewell.

- Well, then. I’ll be back at 5 pm. Until there, the baby is all yours.

Without waiting for any response from you, he went to the front door and left while you stood there in the center of the living room asking yourself if all of that was real and having the baby quietly playing with your hair.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #toji #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #megumi #megumi fushiguro #baby!megumi #babysitter!reader

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roscgcld · 3 years

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GOJOTWINS!AU || greatest gift

request: I have a request for the twin-sided-with-Geto AU if you're up for it (as angsty or as fluffy as you like)? As a last request, Y/N twin asks Satoru to look after his niece/nephew. A child that looks just like Geto but with his sister's eyes.

note: hmmm....I was more concerned between if I want to make it angsty or make it fluffy, since this idea was definitely interesting for me to explore. However! This definitely gave me some creative juices! The entire ‘jjk men as parents’ trope is honestly so cute >< I wish Gege showed more scenes of Geto with his two ‘daughters’ - domestic!Geto sounds so fucking hot 😣😣 but writing this also makes me want to write something like ‘the adventures of uncle gojo and his niece’

warning: spoilers for anime-only fans! proceed with caution

pronouns: she/her

gojotwins!au masterlist

“You need to finish your veggies, Rei-chan. You know the rules.”

The young girl that sat before Gojo pouts softly, crossing her tiny arms over her chest as she turns her puppy eyes up at the older man. Gojo looks down at the pouting girl, his own oceanic blue eyes were shining behind the darkly tinted sunglasses as the young girl - Rei, as she was named - tried to use her puppy eyes to get out form eating all the ‘tiny trees’ that sat on her bear themed child plate.

From the outside you would assume that Gojo was probably just babysitting the toddler; the man is wearing an odd uniform in Japanese norms, but it is still certain that he is in school. And from the looks of things, he is definitely a young adult - no older than a college student, despite how good looking he was. And they were right to some extend; the young girl, besides the eyes, does not look like Gojo Satoru at all.

But Gojo and Rei definitely shared a unique relationship than your average ‘babysitter and child’ one. “Come on, bunny - you gotta eat all the greens if you wanna grow big and strong like your daddy.”

At the mention of her father, Rei perked up immediately; yet immediately deflated at the sight of the broccoli that was held out to her by Gojo once more. Rei lets out a soft whine and a huff, yet she reluctantly leaned forward before she ate the broccoli; making a face at the taste of it on her tongue. “Not a fan, huh?”

“The tiny tree taste bad..,” Rei mumbles quietly as she finishes chewing her mouthful of broccoli, pulling another face that has Gojo chuckling quietly as he grabbed a napkin from the napkin dispenser to clean Rei’s chubby cheeks. “I know they do, bunny. But you gotta eat them to make sure you grow strong, right? You wanna be a sorcerer like me one day, don’t you?”

Geto Rei was not your average child; born with Gojo blood flowing through her veins, she is the ‘love child’ of Gojo Y/N and Geto Suguru; Gojo Satoru’s twin sister and her boyfriend. When Geto first went ‘rogue’ and kill the village he was sent to, Y/N had found out that she was pregnant with his child. She was sure it was his, since Y/N and him have been dating for about a year up to this point. There was no denying who the father was. And that terrified her; she was worried that the elders will do something bad to the child that was growing inside of her.

Even if she is one of the strongest sorcerers of the century, she is still a woman first - and women who are to have kids outside of marriage, and with someone who isn’t approved by the elders of the clan, are just asking for trouble. And whilst she was sure she can take on whatever the elders will put her through, the thought of her unborn child having to deal with the leftover anger from her parents’ actions, to be brought up in a world where others would shun the little bean, was too much to bear.

So, even with Gojo’s pleas for her to stay, Y/N had packed up and left without a trace for others to find her. Yet Gojo was certain she had upped and left so she can spend her ‘future’ with her boyfriend, even if she knows that their love story will only end in tragedy. So you couldn’t believe Gojo’s shock when he opened the door of his apartment one random night, having been roused from his slumber in the early mornings; only to find a baby sleeping peacefully in blankets placed at his doorstep.

Pinned to the front of the baby’s blanket was a simple letter addressed to him, and immediately Gojo knew what the content of it was. There was no denying who the young baby, who Gojo found out was a baby girl, was either. Because in the morning, when the little youngster finally opened her eyes, were a pair of his very own Six Eyes staring up at him curiously as a thick and fluffy head of black hair surrounding her.

“Dear God...wait until ma and pa find out about this...”

That is how Gojo found himself today; third year college student quietly coaxing the young toddler to eat her veggies as they waited at a café for another two kids he had ‘adopted’ to get off from preschool. He was honestly questioning everything he is doing with his life right now. “Since you’ve been a good girl...maybe later, when ‘Gumi-nee and ‘Miki-nii come over, we order some ice cream~”

Just the mention of the frozen treat had the little girl perking up in excitement, causing Gojo to laugh as he gently rests a hand on her head; already being able to sense the waves of excitement that is coming from Rei. “But in exchange, you have to finish your veggies,” Gojo continues as he gestures towards the child plate before Rei; which held a few pieces of veggies from the small salad that came with her meal.

So that was how the Fushiguros found the two in the café, having grabbed some lunch whilst they waited for the two to get off from school. Rei, who looked over when the café doors were pushed open, perked up at the sight of the familiar duo walking towards them. Gojo just grinned and picked her out of her babychair before he sets her down on the ground, watching in amusement as Rei ran towards Megumi and Tsumiki on her chubby little feet.

Megumi, who was her target today, paused before he bends down to catch her as she stumbled into him; scowling over at the smirking Gojo who was still seated at the table. “Don’t worry Megumi-kun. I was 100% sure that you were going to catch her~,” Gojo called back teasingly, his grin only widening at Megumi’s annoyance as the young shikigami user made his way towards the table where Gojo was seated at once more. “Turn that frown upside down, Megumi-kun - try to be like Tsumiki-chan more, she’s super cute.”

Megumi just rolled his eyes as he settles down in a free seat, letting Rei cuddle up into the younger male whilst Tsumiki giggles at Gojo; who had reached over to playfully tug at her cheek. Soon though Gojo gestures for the two kids to order what they want for lunch before they go home; a habit of theirs now since Gojo cannot for the life of him cook.

The one time he tried cooking...well...lets just say the kids have since begged for him to never attempt cooking ever again.

Hence why, after a brief lunch and a brief visit to the grocery store, the four of them made their way back towards Gojo’s home. He had long since moved out from the apartment that he rented in the beginning, understanding how important it is for Megumi and Tsumiki to have their own private spaces to retire to after a long they. Because after all that they’ve been through and are going to be going through in the future as people touched by the jujutsu world, they are still growing kids first. So Gojo had invested in a nice home close that is close to the college, yet not too far away from the city where the kids might feel cut off from their friends on the outside.

“Alright, time to get you into the shower,” Gojo grins at a giggling Rei, who he had set in her baby seat as he puts away the groceries; Tsumiki had offered to make some katsudon for everyone for dinner tonight. Hence the brief stop at the grocery store. Since it was still little early into the afternoon, the two Fushiguro children retired in their rooms to unwind and catch up with homework before preparing for diner. So for now, Gojo and Rei were alone once more. “Gotta make sure you’re cleaned up before your nap~”

Rei just giggles and smiles over at the older man, reaching her arms up so the man can carefully picked her up as he made his way towards his bedroom. It was a normal routine for him to give Rei a shower after coming home from the outside, worried that she was going to be carrying dirt and germs into her bed before she is laid down for her nap. So Gojo carefully filled the baby tub he set out inside his shower stall before he carefully filled it with warm water and bubbles; making sure the water was warm enough before he carefully strips Rei and sets her in the warm bath.

Many people have questioned him before as to why he was taking care of her like she was his own child. Even though she is her niece, her parents are Curse Users; they defected from the jujutsu world in order to live in a life of crime. Or more so Y/N leaving behind her family and friends for something as feeble as her ‘love’ for Geto Suguru. Many people call her delusional, stupid, naïve - no one can picture just what was it that made her choose between the life on the run with Geto, for the luxurious life that the Gojo estate has, and still would, provide to her. Even after Rei was born.

However, to Gojo, he just knew she saw it differently.

If there was one person who he can rely on completely, without having to fear of judgement, it was definitely Y/N. She was his twin sister, someone who ‘cursed’ with the same power as he was, and knows all the struggles and stress that comes with being ‘the strongest’. When she had found out she was pregnant, she was terrified - running into his room in the middle of the night with the positive pregnancy test in hand. She was scared shitless with the entire idea that she was going to be a teen mum alone.

And no matter how much Gojo had tried to reassure her that if Geto was here, he would be ecstatic with the idea that he was going to be a father, Y/N was inconsolable. She was terrified at the idea that not only would the baby will not have a father, they might even have to suffer through the stigma of having a parent that was a murderer in their world. Y/N was also going through it as well; it was clear as day that Geto was the last thing that was truly keeping Y/N sane. Although Gojo and her had a special bond, it was like Geto was that extra support that made sure both of the Gojo siblings were still staying strong.

Maybe it was the stress of the idea that she was going to be called out by the elders of the clan, or her parents might be disappointed in her, or maybe the idea that she was going to be a teen parent itself officially cracked her. Gojo, to this day, isn’t 100% sure as to why Y/N chose to do what she did; chose to stay with Geto even though she knows that it will bring more stigma onto her daughter after she was born.

At one point even Gojo had admitted to himself that she was naïve and selfish for choosing what she did instead of facing the brief music that will come from the adults in her life.

But as he playfully makes animal noises at a giggling Rei, Gojo hopes that Y/N rest easy knowing how many people loves Rei. How Shoko, Mei Mei, and even Utahime had essentially dubbed themselves as Rei’s godmothers and spoil her even more than he does; and that is saying a lot. Sure, the elders were not as welcoming to Rei, even more so because she was not carry the Gojo name on top of the fact that her parents were not married when they had her, were definitely not helping her case.

However, Rei was special. She was born her with her mother and uncle’s Six Eyes; and it was because of this that the elders have yet to officially cut Rei off from her surviving biological family.

Whilst he was thinking back about everything, Gojo’s body went on autopilot as he bathe, dried, and dressed Rei like usual. He kept her occupied to the best of his abilities, but from the trip they had earlier today plus the grocery store trip, Rei was already nodding off when Gojo was blow drying her soft black hair. This caused him to smile as he carefully gathered the little girl in his arms, letting her curl up against his chest as he made his way towards his messy study desk.

Even if he is a sorcerer and taking care of 3 young kids, he still needs to do mundane things like homework before he can fully graduate from Jujutsu Tech. And as much as he wants to just cuddle Rei and sleep as well - he’s been putting off this essay for about 3 days now. And its due date is tomorrow; so he has to get cracking on this essay if he wants to be eligible for the final exam this year.

“I wish I can live as carefree as you do, Rei-chan,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the young girl in his arms, glancing down at her sleeping features as she rests her ear above his heart. It was quite jarring honestly, since the little girl looked like one of his best friends, Geto Suguru. A man who he sometimes wish late into the night that he had made a better effort into reaching out to when they are at their lowest.

Gojo knew that the death of Riko had effected all of them in their own ways; and although Gojo had asked Geto a few times if he was alright, he just wished he tried harder. Maybe if he wasn’t so full of himself, that he tried to spot more of the chances in Geto’s behaviour - just maybe, he might still be here right now. He would be the one who witnessed Rei saying her first words (it was ‘dog’ because of Megumi’s Divine Dogs that he lets out at home), to her standing up on her own for the first time, to her first steps.

Gojo felt guilty for being the one to witness all of her firsts when her parents should be the one to do that.

“I hope you know just how much your parents love you, bunny,” Gojo mumbles quietly to the sleeping toddler in his arms as he cuddles her closer, his somber eyes watching her tiny back as it rose and fell with each one of her deep breaths. “I know you don’t really understand things now, but I hope you do not grow up resenting your parents for giving you away before you even have a chance to know them. Your mother is a brave woman; she knew what she had to do in order to ensure that you’d get to live a fair and comfortable life.”

Only silence greeted Gojo after his soft admission, yet all that did was make Gojo let out a brief chuckle through his nose. “She may call me a dumbass, but she trusted me enough to know that there was no way I am going to let you fend for yourself in this cruel world,” He hums as he reaches up to stroke her chubby cheek ever so slightly, a soft and fond smile tugging against the corner of his lips at how Rei just cuddled closer to him in her sleep.

“Because at the end of the day, you’re the greatest gift that has ever been gifted to all of us.”

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Just Friends - Cillian Murphy Imagine

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT

Words: 5034

Foreword:

I have never written anything for an actual person. For my own comfort, I will not be referring to Cillian’s actual family and, instead, I have created two small biographies for the Reader and Cillian.

Biography:

The Reader:

The Reader is 24 years old and recently moved to Dublin with her 5 year old son, Max in order to take up a fantastic job offer.

Max’s father isn’t interested in a relationship with his son and separated from the Reader pretty much as soon as she found out that she was pregnant.

The Reader is a novelist and editor for the Irish Times.

The Reader’s interests include books, listening to records, theatre and attending live music gigs.

The Reader has a close relationship with her grandmother who is 65 years old and a writer herself. She also lives in Dublin with her second husband, who is originally from Galway.

Cillian:

Cillian is 42 years old in this story. He is divorced from his wife Siobhan and has two kids, Charlie (6) and Hendricks (8).

He lives in a town house in Dublin and shares custody.

In this story, he finished filming Season 4 of Peaky Blinders about three months ago, which is when the Reader first met him.

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JUST FRIENDS

Three and a half months ago you moved to Dublin to take a position as editor at the Irish Times. Initially, the move was daunting to you as you were a single mother and moving your son to a different preschool concerned you.

Fortunately, your grandmother was living in Dublin as well and offered to help you with looking after your son, Max. She was a retired novelist herself and you always had a close relationship with her. Having her around was a blessing.

Over the years, you also met some Irish writers and established good relationships with them. Therefore, finding friends in Dublin was not an issue.

One of your best friends was a play writer from London and was working in Ireland at the time, promoting her theatre play called ‘Blessings’. She introduced you to a bunch of people, most of which were working in the entertainment industry in some way or another.

Whilst all of your new found friends were a fair bit older than you, you related to them. You had interests in common and most of them had children, just like you. They understood that sometimes plans had to be cancelled and flexibility was limited. Having children is a commitment which many of your younger friends didn’t understand. You weren’t interested in late nights because a young child meant early mornings. For this reason, you would much rather attend a dinner and board game night as a opposed to a night club.

And this is how you met a very interesting man named Cillian. Three months ago, your friend Orla invited you to a board game night with a couple of her friends. Cillian was pretty much the only other single person in attendance and, since this was a board game that had to be played in teams of two, you and Cillian were paired up with him.

He was funny and smart and very attractive. You had a good time that night and even won the game with your combined knowledge of random trivial facts.

He was a fun person to be around and you had several common interests.

Over the next few months, you spent a fair bit of time together, mostly with other friends but sometimes alone when your friends were doing things as couples with their partners.

Just recently, you went record shopping together and the weekend before last you and another friend of yours would take all of your kids to Dublin Zoo for the day. Your son Max developed a great friendship with Cillian’s youngest son Charlie. Playdates were a common occurrence.

While both of you separately explored the dating world, you really enjoyed Cillian’s company as a friend and he enjoyed yours and you would often chat about the mishaps you encountered and laugh about them. Dates gone wrong was one of your favourite topics.

The last relationship Cillian had was with a co-worker, which was far from ideal. They’ve met on set of one of his movies about a year after he divorced from his wife, but things didn’t go as planned and the relationship didn’t last. It ended about four months ago, being just one month before you met.

The last relationship you had was over a year ago and it also didn’t last as your boyfriend couldn’t deal with the fact that you were a single mum and that your son always came first.

For Valentines Day this year, your friends set up dates for each of you. It was disastrous. Neither of you were interested in committing at this point and you both were rather flustered about your friends’ efforts after you both had told them not to bother.

You were happy singles.

Theatre Night

As happy singles, you decided to go and see your friend’s new play ‘Blessings’ with some of your other friends on the night you all managed to be child free for once. It took a while to organise but was worth the effort.

‘Hi Max, how was preschool?’ Cillian asked as he opened the door to your townhouse for Cillian while you were in the bathroom, putting up your hair.

Max met Cillian numerous times and got along with him very well. After all, Cillian had a son the same age as Max.

‘Good. Do you want me to show you what I made?’ Max asked while you waived at Cillian from the bathroom.

‘Absolutely, show me’ Cillian said with a smile as he followed Max into the living room.

‘Look’ Max said as he held up two paintings.

‘Wow, is that a T-Rex?’ Cillian asked, causing Max to nod with excitement.

‘That’s very cool…he looks super scary’ Cillian added just as there was another knock on the door.

It was your grandmother who was here to pick up Max for his sleepover at her house.

You opened the door and asked Max to get his bag from the living room which you had packed for him earlier.

‘Nan, this is my friend Cillian’ you said as you introduced Cillian to your grandmother.

‘Hello Cillian, I am Margot. I loved Grief is a Thing with Feathers. It was such an intense play’ she said, knowing right away who he was despite the fact that you had never mentioned him to her before.

‘Thank you Margot and I loved By The Sea, it was a fantastic book’ Cillian responded. He read the book after you told him about your grandmother. Your writing style was very similar to hers and he always loved a good book.

‘Oh thank you very much. Now Max, are you ready?’ your grandmother asked.

Max was ready and you said goodbye, giving him a big hug and thanking your grandmother for looking after him for the night.

While Cillian waited in the living room, you finished your make up and slipped on your shoes.

‘Thank you for picking me up. I really have no idea where this place is’ you said as you grabbed your bag and the two of you were heading out of the door.

‘Any time Y/N, it isn’t far from here actually’ Cillian said.

As you were walking to the Arthouse Theatre you talked about all sorts of things, music, childcare and books.

It was a cold night in Dublin and you were probably underdressed for the occasion.

At the Arthouse Theatre you met up with another two friends of yours. They were both married, to each other, and shared three children. Luckily for them, they had a baby sitter that night.

The play was amazing and you all enjoyed it with a few glasses of wine which were served at the theatre. Cillian had good taste when it came to wine and you usually sought his guidance on what to order.

After you left the theatre, you felt awfully hungry. You hadn’t eaten dinner that night.

‘I am starving, is anyone else up for Pizza?’ you asked your three friends, including Cillian

‘We would love to, but only have a baby sitter until 9pm, sorry’ Amanda said, explaining that she and her husband had to head home fairly soon.

‘What about you Cilly?’ you asked.

‘I would love some Pizza, let’s go to Pizzinis’ he said.

Both you and Cillian said goodbye to your friends and made your way to Pizzinis.

As usual, it was packed and there were no table available.

‘Wanna grab them take away and go back to my place? I’ve got wine and you can show me this new album you were talking about earlier’ you said.

‘Sounds good, let’s do that’ Cillian said before ordering two pizzas.

More than Friends

You arrived at your apartment about 30 minutes later and Cillian put on some music. He found this new Irish band he liked and you were really keen to hear them.

‘Hmm Indie…I like it’ you said as he connected his i-phone to your speakers.

‘Wine?’ you asked as you grabbed a bottle of wine from the shelf.

‘Yes please and thanks’ Cillian said as he put the pizzas on the table.

‘I was meant to ask you, how was your Valentine’s date?’ Cillian asked before taking the first bite of the pizza.

‘Oh god, don’t remind me on it please’ you said with a laugh.

‘That good ey? What happened?’ Cillian laughed.

‘He was weird. He basically left after I told him about Max’ you responded.

‘I think that sometimes guys your age might be a bit freaked out by the fact that you have child. I can’t say that I blame them. I couldn’t imagine myself becoming a step father when I was in my 20s’ Cillian said.

‘He was 32’ you responded.

‘Well maybe he was just weird and you are just unlucky when it comes to dating’ Cillian laughed.

‘Yeah, maybe…I am just over dating’ you said…’What about your date?’ you asked.

‘Pretty average. I mean she was nice but had no sense of humour’ Cillian said.

‘Oh what, wait…she didn’t laugh at your Irish jokes?’ you laughed.

‘Outrageous I know. I mean how could she not?’ Cillian joked.

‘Here is to failed dates’ you said as you held up your wine glass for a toast.

‘To failed dates’ Cillian responded with smile.

Over the next hour or so, Cillian and you finished both pizzas and talked about books, including the book you were currently writing, music and embarrassing things your kids had done.

Quite music was playing in the background by then while you talked and laughed together until Cillian brought up a specific book he had read recently, written by a writer named J A Hanson, which he said reminded him on you in a way.

‘I have read all of her books and I really wish I could write romance as well as her’ you said.

‘Her books aren’t exactly romantic’ Cillian responded.

‘Her storylines aren’t romantic, but the character she uses in all of her books involves herself romantically with several other characters throughout the series. The way she writes makes you relate to the character even in these intimate moments’ you explained.

‘She is 60 and probably speaking from experience. I have read in a paper a few months back that she had quite an interesting and adventurous youth in the 70s and 80s’ Cillian said.

‘Free Love…Yeah, I have read this too’ you laughed. ‘Perhaps I just need some inspiration to get over my block, otherwise I will never finish this damn novel’ you said as you poured yourself some more wine.

‘You don’t have to answer this, but when was the last time that…?’ Cillian asked and, before he could finish his question, you interrupted him.

‘That I had sex? Gosh…well over a year ago’ you responded, causing Cillian’s chin to drop.

‘Over a year? Seriously? I mean, surely, a woman like you would get plenty of offers…’ Cillian said, not knowing what else to tell you.

‘A woman like me? What do you mean by that Cilly?’ you asked with a slight giggle.

‘Well, you are attractive, smart and funny. You would get a fair bit of interest’ Cillian responded.

‘So, you think I am attractive?’ you asked with a smirk, causing Cillian to choke slightly on his wine. He regretted what he had said almost instantly, causing awkwardness between you.

‘Well yeah, I think you are an attractive woman’ Cillian said quietly. ‘In a totally objective way of course’ he added, while, just in this moment, you observed his facial expressions.

You observed him drop his eyes to your lips as he said it, and then lower to the place where your shirt opens at the collar, the buttons undone to below your collarbone.

He pressed his lips together. ‘I think I should probably get go…’ he said, and, before he could finish his sentence, you leaned in and kissed him suddenly, like the peck you give a boy you like on the school bus the second before you jump up and get off – a brief bravery without a plan.

He was caught by surprise.

‘Y/N’ he said and, before he could say something else, you apologised to him for what just happened.

‘I am sorry Cilly, I don’t know what just came over me’ you said.

‘It’s alright, I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was inappropriate’ Cillian said.

But, with Cillian’s response, you couldn’t leave it alone and asked ‘So, you don’t think that I am attractive?’ you asked, giggling slightly with some embarrassment.

‘Any man who thinks that you aren’t attractive is clearly blind. But, with that being said, it doesn’t matter what I think, you are 18 years younger than me and it would be wrong for us to take this further. Despite, I don’t want to fuck up our friendship’ Cillian said calmly.

You didn’t know what to say to his comment and, instead of using any words, you ran your hand gently over the side of his perfect face while biting your lip.

‘Just one kiss between friends then, we can blame the red wine after’ you whispered as a comfortable hot feeling washed over you. You felt some sort of attraction towards Cillian since the moment you met him, but didn’t want to admit it to yourself, let alone to him.

‘I don’t know Y/N’ Cillian said as you leaned closer towards him and pressed your lips onto his. You knew he was reluctant but he didn’t push you away.

To the contrary, as you kissed him, his hand came up in a rush to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. Within seconds, his tongue slipped between your lips, whispering over your teeth and began dancing with your tongue.

You noticed the brush of his stubble on your cheek, the press of his lips on yours and the way his mouth tasted, a mix of minty gum and red wine.

It shouldn’t have been so hot, but it was. The taste of him, the smell and flavour, and it made you whimper in your throat. You knew this was one off and you didn’t want this moment to end.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked after he pulled back a little and paused. He was scanning your eyes and there was a cautious considering from his side. You could tell that he was surprised about what had just happened.

‘Yeah, you?’ you said as you couldn’t help yourself but stare into his baby blue eyes.

‘Yes’ he said as he cleared his throat slightly.

There was an awkward silence in the room and you couldn’t stand it.

You build up all of your courage again and leaned over him, pressing your lips onto his once more.

Cillian didn’t hesitate then.

His tongue slipped right back into the same spot than before, before his lips then moved over your face and down to your neck, leaving gentle bites and kisses.

Cillian’s hands were busy touching you at the same time his lips were trailing over your neck.

One of his hands was in your hair at the back of your head while his other hand was moving down to press the small of your back so that your body was pulled forward into his.

As you were exchanging passionate kisses, you could feel the shape of him, the firmness of his body against yours, your legs pressing into his and his chest pressing into your breasts. You could also feel his erection through his jeans, hard as anything, rigid and warm against your tummy.

By this time, you wanted more than just kisses.

‘Sleep with me, just that once’ you whispered.

‘I can’t Y/N, you are 24, it is not right’ Cillian said pulling away from you.

‘It’s just sex Cilly, I am old enough for that’ you laughed.

‘Yes, but I don’t want this to ruin our friendship’ Cillian said.

‘It won’t. There are no strings attached, it’s just sex. Unless you don’t want me’ you responded. ‘Although I think you do’ you giggled as you ran your hand over his pants, feeling his erection.

Your comment made Cillian chuckle.

‘This is a one off, alright?’ Cillian asked, causing you to nod.

‘One off…and it stays our little secret’ you said before smashing your lips back onto his for another minute or two.

After you exchanged more passionate kisses you stood up.

‘Common, I show you my bedroom’ you said cheekily, taking his hand and guiding him towards the bed.

‘Can you help me with this please’ you asked, turning around to face the bed. Your back was now facing Cillian and you pulled your hair aside so that he can open the zipper of your dress.

Cillian unzipped your dress carefully, exposing your black lace underwear.

As you pushed your dress down onto the floor, Cillian began kissing your back and neck, while running his hands over your breasts and stomach, all the way down in between your legs.

You let out a brief moan before turning around to face him and help him pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfectly shaped biceps.

Looking into his eyes, your hand glided gracefully, for once, past Cillian’s belt buckle and into the holy crevice of his Calvin Klein briefs. His cock was hard and ready.

You moved it between my your slowly, relishing his obvious eagerness.

You used the other hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans, shortly after which he pushed them down to the floor while your other hand never left his warm and hard cock.

After the jeans came off, Cillian pressed his lips back onto yours while using his skilled hands to unclip the back of your bra. The bra also landed on the floor within seconds.

‘Lie down’ he whispered into your ear. You obliged and crawled onto the bed, facing him.

He loomed over you, climbing on to the bed as you scooted backwards further so that he could straddle your hips while you pushed up against him, wanting the rub and friction against you.

Cillian kissed you passionately as one of his hands moved in between your legs.

He could feel your body tensing up as he ran his fingers over the top of your panties

After all, he knew that it had been a while since you’ve been with anyone. He knew to take it slow and give you some reassurance.

‘Just relax’ he whispered into your ear with his thick Irish accent as he edged his fingers over the lace of your panties, his hand leisurely rubbing up and down the length of your squirming crotch, until he pulled your underwear aside and slipped two fingers inside of you.

You could feel your mouth widen and a loud moan escaped you as he teased the full mound of your clit. The stroke of his thumb was purposeful and steady on your firm, dripping pulse while his fingers plunged in and out of you, sinking further and further.

You held onto him tightly as the slipperiness he found made it easy for him to penetrate you with his fingers. You were so wet.

You shuddered at the pattern, shocked to find it could still stun you, unlocking newfound levels of moisture and desire, even when you began to meet the repetition of his thrusts. You naturally tilted and buckled beneath him.

As he was pushing his fingers in and out of you, he trailed kisses down your neck while your hands clutched at his shoulders, scratched down his back, held him tighter to you as I screamed into his skin.

Cillian’s breath grew more desperate and rugged.

‘It seems like we should take these off’ he said, causing you to nod with anticipation.

‘Don’t move’ Cillian ordered as he lowered himself on the bed while removing your lace undies.

Within seconds, Cillian’s lips were an inch away from your crotch, where he painted your inner thigh with tiny and soft kisses.

Cillian pushed your legs apart gently and you knew what would be next. You have read about this many times but this was the first time any man had gone down on you before and you were nervously biting your lip.

You tried hard to relax as Cillian’s lips finally reached your entrance, tasting the evidence of how much you wanted him.

‘Oh god, fuck’ you moaned as his head dove between your legs. His tongue prodded you softly, short licks against your clit.

Instantly, all restraint and reservations you had vanished. You were relaxed completely as his tongue danced and writhed inside of you.

With each skillful stroke, your thighs clenched. But you still needed more and he read you just right; he didn’t stop as you pushed yourself up the bed. Instead, he held you steady, causing you to look down at him and watching his eyes widen as they met yours, reacting to the rush of your wetness.

‘Cillian, oh god…you need to stop, I am so close’ you moaned, not wanting it to be over. You never came more than once so you wanted to feel him inside of you first.

‘That’s good, just let go’ Cillian said quietly with a grin before he continued and slid two fingers back inside of you while whirling his tongue over your clit.

You couldn’t hold on any longer, no matter how hard you tried. Your exhales began to emerge as deepening sighs and you leaned my head back and lived out the fantasy that had flashed through your mind all along.

‘Oh god Cillian’ you moaned as your back arched and a rush of ecstasy flew through your body. You grabbed onto Cillian’s hair as he sucked every drip from you as your orgasm flooded your body.

As you came down from your orgasm, Cillian shuffled himself back up the bed, kissing you passionately.

You could taste yourself on his lips and you were ready for more.

‘I want to feel you’ you whispered after your lips drifted apart and while reaching for Cillian’s hard cock.

‘Do you have a condom?’ he asked, causing you to nod. You had purchased some before your Valentine’s Date, just in case you needed them.

You reached for the bedside table and opened the pack of condoms, handing one to Cillian.

Cillian was quick to get rid of his briefs and put on the condom, before positioning himself on top of you, in between your legs.

He shuddered a great rushing gasp of breath as he entered you. He couldn’t believe how good you felt, so tight.

You felt him push into you then, slowly and carefully, filling you completely.

‘Cillian’ you moaned as you held onto him tightly as he slowly began to move.

With every thrust, you gasped, whimpered, soft mewling noises, begging for more.

You felt him all the way to your belly button and screamed out with pleasure, your hands taking the heat as he thrusted fast and deep.

As he picked up his pace, you got louder, groans becoming moans becoming shouts, and the bed frame thumped against the wall, louder and faster and louder and faster.

‘Oh god, don’t stop’ you moaned, his skin slapping against yours.

‘You are so beautiful’ Cillian said in between his moans before pulling out of you slowly and lifting up your legs above his shoulders.

He knew exactly that, this way, he would be reaching your g-spot while he was fucking you.

You were slightly surprised by this position but were flexible enough to run with it.

As he entered you again slowly, you let out a loud moan.

‘Fuck’ you moaned in between the high-pitched noises that escaped you.

‘Does this feel alright?’ Cillian asked, wanting to ensure that you are comfortable.

You nodded eagerly and whimpered a shaky ‘yes’ as he continued to thrust into you. He was right at your g-spot and you could barely control yourself.

He slowly picked up the speed and you could feel another orgasm coming on as the tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again.

‘Cillian, oh my god, don’t stop…’ you moaned as you held onto his arms tightly.

You began to shake heavily as your orgasm washed over you and tears of joy escaped your eyes.

‘Fuck, Y/N’ Cillian groaned loudly as he felt your walls tightening around him. The sensation coupled with the sounds you were making sent him over the edge and he almost came in sync with you.

As soon as he came, you released your legs from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of you, kissing you passionately.

You could still feel Cillian pulsing inside you when the sudden oddness of what you had done washed over you.

‘Are we ok?’ Cillian asked as he slowly pulled out of you and removed the condom, disposing of it discreetly.

‘I think so’ you said shyly.

‘Good…because I really enjoyed this’ Cillian said as he ran one of his hands over your cheek gently.

‘Me too…plus, I’ve got some inspiration for my book now’ you said cheekily.

‘I am glad to having been of assistance. Make sure you credit me in the end notes’ Cillian said jokingly.

‘Hmm, if I did, it may become a best seller…Sex Scene Inspired by Cillian Murphy’ you said with laughter, causing Cillian to laugh also.

‘I should better get home’ Cillian said as he was playing with your hair. He really didn’t want to leave, but he felt as though it was inappropriate for him to stay the night.

‘You can stay here if you like…’ you offered, but Cillian declined.

After all, this was supposed to be a one off. You are nothing more than friends, or are you?

You accepted Cillian’s decision to leave and weren’t upset by it. You enjoyed your time with Cillian and slept well that night, snugging up in the doona which smelled like his aftershave.

Finishing the Book

The next morning, you got up early to begin writing the intimate chapter of your book. This was the chapter you had struggled with for a while and you finally felt comfortable writing it. If readers would know that, in this particular scene of your book, you were basically reliving your night with your friend, Cillian Murphy, that would be scandalous.

So, you decided to make sure that no one would ever find out about your little adventure.

Unfortunately for you, your grandma seemed to have a good sense of what was going on.

She was on time as usual and dropped Max back at your house at 10am.

‘Had a good night my dear? I can see you are working on your book.’ She said.

‘Yes nan, the play last night was lovely. It has given me some inspiration’ you said.

‘The play has given you some inspiration to write about orgasms?’ your grandmother asked with laughter as she read the screen on your lap top.

‘Nan! Oh my god, don’t read what I am writing’ you said with embarrassment.

‘Oh dear, it’s alright. Believe it or not, I used to write novels myself with a little hint of filth now and then. But, somehow, I don’t think that it was the play that gave you the inspiration to write this little naughty chapter. By looking at the bruises on your neck, perhaps it was your friend Mr Murphy who gave you this inspiration?’ your grandmother said with sarcasm.

‘Nan, no Jesus, please’ you said as your face became flushed.

‘Don’t be embarrassed dear’ your grandmother said. ‘It is good for you. I mean, he is handsome and I saw the way you looked at him yesterday evening…and the way he looked at you’ your grandmother continued.

‘There is nothing between us nan, we are just friends’ you explained with total embarrassment.

‘Alright dear, whatever you say’ your grandmother said, not believing a single word that came out of your mouth.

‘I better go, I have lunch with Alma later… I love you my dear’ your grandmother said before heading out of the door.

‘Love you too nan’ you said.

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Impossibilities.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this one, bit different of a topic to deal with. I have read a lot of stories of these things happening, I have put warnings in and if the topic is too much please don’t read. I will accept constructive critiscm. (I understand that what happens throughout this writing is not a reality for some but it is a work of fiction and I absolutely hold no intent to offend anyone.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, talks of infertility, language.

W/C: 5K... there may be typos.

You were almost in shock as you stared at the test in your hand. Impossible. There was no way that this was true, it couldn’t be, you’d been told as much. You furrowed your brows as you looked up at the doctor.

“This isn’t, this can’t be right.” You stumbled out.

“It is, we’ve tested you almost every way possible. You’re pregnant.” He confirmed and you still couldn’t work out how it made you feel.

You’d never considered this as an option, you were told when you turned sixteen that you couldn’t have children, that you were infertile. You struggled with bad periods and when you went to the doctors they ran full tests on you and that’s how you found out. You’d never thought about children, why would you have? The idea of being a mother wasn’t something you ever considered and now you were faced with it, well you didn’t know how to feel.

You were terrified, you’d come here today because you thought you were ill, not pregnant. You wondered if you were dreaming, you were so sure you’d turned your alarm off and rolled out of bed this morning for this appointment. It must have been a dream, there was no way this was possible.

The doctor continued to look and you and you looked up at him, you couldn’t speak, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even know how you should feel, let alone what to say about it. “Would you like us to call Mr Holland?” The doctor asked, he’d grown concerned over your quiet demeanor.

“No,” you shook your head. “He’s away.” You continued quietly.

“Would you like me to call someone for you?” He asked again and you shook your head.

“No, I’m okay. I just, I don’t know. I’d never considered this a possibility. Will it make it? The baby I mean?” You asked quietly and the doctor gave you a small smile.

“You stand the same chance as every other woman who falls pregnant.” He offered, it was almost a comfort to you, the worry setting in that you’d miscarry because you genuinely believed the universe didn’t pick you to have children. You nodded slightly as you stood. “You should talk to your husband.” He added.

“I will.” You confirmed, you just didn’t know how and when. You’d told him about your infertility early on in the relationship so you could save a broken heart down the line, save him getting his hopes high as the relationship progressed. He’d mentioned the idea of adoption, but it was something you both wanted to wait for and hadn’t fully decided if you were going to, what if this hindered the plans you’d made together?

Being a married couple who seemingly couldn’t have children, you’d planned your lives to work a little differently. It never involved a family in your mid-twenties. You’d been with him for three years, married six months and now you were about to become parents. Where would this leave you?

You suddenly felt guilty, you were part of an extraordinarily rare group of women. Shouldn’t you be jumping for joy? Maybe you would be if you weren’t so shocked. You hadn’t exactly been trying, of course you’d gone three years having unprotected sex with no birth control but there was never any need. You were never doing it for the purpose of procreating. You didn’t even track your period, that’s how much you believed you couldn’t conceive.

You made your way out of the doctors, sitting in your car as you pressed your forehead against the steering wheel. You debated telling Tom your appointment was over but ultimately decided not to. He was only an hour ahead of you from where he was filming, you knew he’d be waiting for your text or call but you weren’t ready to have the conversation, you still had a lot to process first. The drive home was almost a blur, making your way back to your shared house.

Tess greeted you, jumping up at you as you mindlessly stroked her head, making your way into the kitchen, she was hot on your heels, your greeting towards her wasn’t what she wanted, it felt off. It was like she always sensed when you were out of sorts or having a bad day, she’d follow you around, make sure you were okay. Pouring yourself a glass of water you thought about what you should do.

Your thoughts spiraled more the more you thought about how you were going to tell your husband. You wanted to feel complete and utter joy, but you couldn’t, so many emotions running through your mind at once. It was almost head ache inducing. Your phone buzzed on the side, bringing you from your thoughts as you picked it up, opening a message Tom had sent you.

Tom: You finished yet? Seems like a long appointment. You okay? I’m getting worried not hearing from you xx

You stared at the text, how do you respond? You can’t tell him news like this over a text or a phone call, it didn’t seem right. You needed to tell him in person, but he wasn’t due back for a month, you swallowed thickly as typed out your response.

You: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to message, got distracted. I’m okay xx

You read his reply, he was happy you were okay, a light scalding about scaring him like that. You needed to see him, but you couldn’t ask him to come home, he’d only worry more, and he was filming, his schedule was tight. You sighed as you pulled up Harry’s contact, it didn’t take him long to answer.

“Y/N? Hey.” Harry said, his usual chirpy self.

“Hey Harry. Can you send me the details of where you’re staying? Want to surprise Tom.” You said as normal as you could muster.

“You missing him already? He’s only been gone a week.” Harry teased with a short laugh.

“Yeah, I just want to see him.” You confirmed, tone dropping slightly.

“You okay?” Harry asked worriedly, he knew you were always up for a laugh, but you’d not taken the bait, so he knew something was off.

“Yeah, like I say I just miss him.” You sighed, hoping Harry wouldn’t press further. “Just don’t tell him I’m coming, yeah?”

Harry promised he wouldn’t ruin the surprise, giving you the location of the hotel they were stopping in. You put the phone down and booked your flight, the next one wasn’t until tomorrow and you needed to talk to someone about this, you also needed to find cover for your shifts. You killed two birds with one stone as you called your best friend, asking her to come over if she could.

“Y/N? What’s up? You okay?” She asked as she made her way into your home. She knew something was off when Tess didn’t greet her like she usually would. The dog only looking at her to make sure she wasn’t a threat before placing her head back in your lap.

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, you felt tears brim your eyes, the emotional confusion was becoming too much for you. She sat next you, carefully as not to disturb the dog in your lap, who huffed, leaning her head onto you more. She became almost jealous when anyone else tried to comfort you, Tom found it endearing and infuriating at times.

“Have you had a fight with Tom?” She asked carefully, the pups ears pricking up at the mention of her owner. You shook your head in response. “You just missing him a lot?” She pried, trying to get to the bottom of your problem.

“No more than usual.” You answered as you slightly scratched Tess’s head.

“Help me out here Y/N/N, what’s wrong?” She asked and you looked at her, she noticed the tears in your eyes and furrowed her brows. “Y/N/N?” She asked softly and you let the tears fall, you couldn’t help it. Tess standing on your lap as she nudged at your face. She assumed you were missing Tom, she was always so attentive and tried to cheer you up when you cried.

“I’m pregnant.” You said through your tears, pulling Tess into a hug as she placed her head on your shoulder. Your friend looking at you, shocked expression on her face.

“Are you, are you sure?” She asked carefully. Of course she knew about your supposed infertility.

“The doctor said so. I don’t know. I didn’t think it was possible. I know I should probably be happy but it’s so much to take in. I didn’t know this was possible.” You got out. Your friend waited for you to calm down, watching as you cuddled Tessa, the dog licking your cheek every now and again until you calmed down.

“Sorry,” you said as you sniffled, eventually calming down. Your friend smiling at you, in a comforting way. “I just, I don’t know how this is supposed to make me feel.” You said, Tess now peacefully back in your lap.

“I don’t think there’s a hand book for this sort of thing.” Your friend said. “Look, you’re just confused. The impossible has just become possible for you, of course you’re not gonna know how it makes you feel. You told Tom yet?” She asked.

“No, I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if it’s something he wants right now.” You said, tears welling your eyes. “How do I tell him?”

“I think you should just come out with it. Just say it. He loves you, I’m sure he won’t leave you. This is a good thing.” She reassured as she placed a hand on your shoulder. “A really good thing. Just tell him. I’ll cover your shifts this week, just go and tell him.” She said with a smile.

“You really think he’ll be okay with it? That we’ll be okay?” Being pregnant was already scaring the living hell out of you and the thought of doing it alone? You couldn’t think too much about it right now.

“I know he loves you and I know that the two of you are solid. You guys can work through anything. I think he’ll be over the moon. You’ve been given a chance that not many people in your position do, I know that means you’re scared but you don’t have to be, you’ll be okay. Just let the excitement in.” She said and you took in her words.

Maybe you did need to relax, this was a good thing. You didn’t feel ready to have a child, but you were given a gift that not many other women in your position are. You should be excited, you thought about it for a while, letting the excitement flood you. This felt like a miracle, an absolute gift from the universe.

After a relatively short flight you were met with your brother-in-law’s arms, as he picked you up from the airport.

“I could’ve gotten a taxi.” You smiled and Harry shrugged.

“Toms on a closed set, spoilers and all that. Didn’t have anything better to do.” He teased as he nudged your shoulder and you smiled. “Right, out with it.” He said after your lack of usual response.

“What?” You asked, furrowed brows.

“Something’s off. What’s wrong?” He asked, concern written all over him as he opened the passenger door for you, making his way to the driver’s side.

“I just want to see him.” You shrugged, bringing a hand up to play with your bottom lip.

“I appreciate that, I do. But, you had a doctor’s appointment yesterday and all of sudden you’re rushing to see him.” He observed, he cared for you just like he would his own sister.

“How’d you know about that?” You asked and Harry gave you a knowing look, of course Tom will have spent the last few days worrying about it. “Can I tell you when I’ve told Tom?” You asked quietly.

“Wait, are you sick? Like actually ill?” He asked as he pulled into the drive of the hotel. He turned the ignition off and looked at you. “Y/N/N, are you okay?” He asked again and you couldn’t help as you burst into your second fit of tears in two days. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry I’m just worried.” He furrowed his brows, when you didn’t respond he sighed as he pulled you into a hug.

“I don’t know what to do.” You said vaguely.

“About what?” He asked as he hugged you tighter, it was awkward positioning, but you felt slightly better.

“Harry I need to tell Tom something and I don’t know how he’ll react.” You sobbed, something about being in the hotel grounds had your nerves shooting through you, you weren’t far off Tom right now.

“Hey, whatever it is it’ll be okay.” He said as he rubbed your back, you silently calmed yourself and he pulled you back to look at him. “Come on, let’s get you to your husband.” He said as you both exited the car.

The walk through the hotel didn’t feel long enough, your nerves felt like they were eating away at your heart, making your breathing more difficult as you tried to calm them. Harry was quiet as he led you through the halls. When he stopped outside the door you knew was Tom’s hotel room, you felt panic rise, you couldn’t do this.

“Harry, I can’t.” You said as you stopped him opening the door. He whipped to look at you.

“Y/N/N, when has there ever been a point in your relationship where you haven’t been able to talk about something?” He reassured and you sighed.

“This is different.” You said and Harry smiled sadly.

“It’s nothing you guys can’t handle. You’re a strong couple you know.” He reassured as he grasped your hand in his. You’d always been close to Tom’s family, they became like your own brother’s. “Come on.” He said as he opened the door with the second key, Tom had his back to the door.

“Harry? Where’d you go?” He asked, knowing it was his younger sibling.

“Went to pick up a present for you.” Harry smiled and Tom turned with furrowed brows.

“Wh- Y/N/N?” Tom let out a breath of surprise. Seeing him after almost eight days apart still brought that feeling of excitement in you as your feet moved before you could stop them. Running to him as he opened his arms, ready to catch you. Your body collided with his as he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

You inhaled his scent, letting it calm your nerves, it always did. His scent and being in his arms, grounded you, kept you sane. It wasn’t long before the panic set in, what if he wouldn’t be there to ground you anymore? What if he didn’t want this? It was hard, you knew everything about him apart from his want or lack of when it came to children. You didn’t know how he was gonna react.

“I’m just gonna.” You heard Harry excuse himself as he heard your sobs start again. Tom stiffened slightly, holding you tighter.

“What’s wrong? Hey, it’s only been eight days, we’ve done more.” He said as he lightly shrugged his shoulder, forcing you to look at him. He took in your face, how tired you looked, it wasn’t until he settled on your eyes that he saw the fear in them, he didn’t miss a single detail when it came to you. “What’s happened?” He asked and you shook your head before stuffing your face back into his neck.

He held you, let you cry, he knew you’d talk but he wouldn’t push you. As worried as he was he’d wait for you to calm down, wait until you were ready. You stayed like that for a good five minutes before he heard your breathing calm and sniffles quieten, running a hand through your hair and running a hand up and down your thigh in comfort.

“Tom?” You whimpered and his heart shattered, he couldn’t decipher what the fuck was going on and it scared the shit out of him. You’d seen him and cried your eyes out, your sobs shaking your body in a way that had Tom’s heart hammering in his chest.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, voice soft as he kissed your temple. “What happened?” His grip tightened when you tried to get down, your body had still clung to him like he’d disappear. Hands relaxed as you let go of the tight grip on his t shirt. He didn’t want to let you go.

“Can I get down please? You might want to sit for this.” You said and Tom furrowed his brows as he did as you asked. He studied you for a moment before you gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed, wiping at your sore nose. You’d rubbed it so much after all your crying that it felt a little tender. He sat and you sat next to him, taking his hands in your shaking ones as you played with his fingers, he knew you did that when you were nervous or extremely relaxed and he deciphered the reason easily.

“Hey,” he said as he let you continue playing with his digits. “You can talk to me, sweetheart you’re scaring me here.” Tom said, voice incredibly soft, he was scared if he talked any louder you’d break, he’d never seen you so vulnerable.

You breathed in, you had to say it, he’d find out eventually, it wasn’t exactly something you could hide. On top of that you and Tom didn’t do secrets, not between each other. You let out a shaky breath as you looked at your husband, nothing but worry and care reflecting in his eyes.

“I,” you started, voice hoarse from all your crying. “I don’t know how to say it.” You admitted and Tom’s heart dropped, he’d never in your entire relationship seen you so vulnerable, never seen you at such a loss for words.

“Just say it. Rip the bandage of?” He offered in aid, and he heard you take in a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m pregnant.” You breathed out in a whisper. Tom didn’t catch it as he pulled one of his hands from your grasp, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled it back into your grasp. You were grounding yourself, using his hands as a way to keep your emotions in check. He knew that which is why he left his hand he’d previously tried to free.

“Sorry darling, I didn’t catch that.” Tom said as he placed his chin on your head. You played with his wedding ring on his finger for a moment, twirling it on his finger, it wasn’t as mindlessly as you usually did it, before you spoke again, it was still quiet, but Tom didn’t miss it. The words echoing around the silent hotel room. Of all the things he expected to be wrong, this was not it.

“What? How?” Tom got out, shock taking over his system. He didn’t think this was possible, didn’t think you could.

“I’m sorry.” You said, voice quiet, no tears but Tom would be surprised if you had any left. You placed your head on his chest as you waited for his response. You were nervous, incredibly so and Tom was shocked.

It was your fingers playing with his more harshly as you grew more nervous of his silence that brought him crashing back to Earth. His heart hammering in his chest, excitement bubbling through his system. He felt like he’d just been told he was King of the world, felt like every good piece of news had come back to him all at once. This was a miracle.

“Say it again.” Tom said with a smile on his lips, he needed to hear you say it again, just so he knew it was true.

“I’m pregnant Tom.” You said and he couldn’t help himself as he let a tear fall, his chest filling with a happiness he hadn’t felt since you’d said, ‘I do,’ and he was sure this was even happier than then. You’d done something you were told was impossible. “Are you angry?” You asked, voice small as you grasped a hand around his wedding finger.

“Angry? Princess this is the best news in the world. We’ve been given a chance, one most couples don’t.”

You looked up at him and studied his face, it was full of nothing but joy and adoration, you smiled sadly as you let the excitement settle in your chest. You didn’t have to do this alone, he wanted this. You both did.

“I’m scared.” You voiced your concern.

“You’ve got me, and I’ve got you.” He said reassuring as he kissed at your cheeks. “We can do this. Together, like everything else.” He said again and you let go of his fingers as you hugged him, strong hands finding your back as he pulled you tight against him

A month later and Tom had quit the role, the director and his agent understanding, he needed to be here for this, he couldn’t and wouldn’t miss it. He didn’t care if it gave him a bad name, you and your baby came first, always. Luckily everyone understood, well everyone involved in making the film. You still needed to tell your families, your mum and dad had cried at the news, your dad unbelievably so. Your sister was nothing but ecstatic for you, it was not time to tell Tom’s family, Harry had been worried after your exchange when he picked you up, but he stopped pushing when Tom reassured him you were okay.

“What? I thought?” Harry started as he looked at the couple in shock, of course Tom had told him that you were unable to have children. He’d told all of his family to stop the questions about them cropping up.

“So did we.” You said with a smile, nothing but excitement was left now, all your fears and concerns leaving your system.

“Are they certain?” Sam asked, he was just as shocked as Harry.

“Yeah.” Tom said, you’d been to a couple of doctors to confirm the news, the two of you both lived for a solid week thinking you were dreaming and almost needed it confirming as many times as was possible.

“I’m so happy for you.” Harry said with a wide smile, engulfing you in a hug, squeezing you tight.

“Have you told mum and dad?” Sam asked, smile matching his twin’s.

“Not yet.”

“Mum’s gonna cry.” Harry smiled.

“What?” Dom asked, like everyone else, nothing but shock evident.

“Oh Tom,” his mother said as she hugged him, smile on her face as she cried tears of happiness. “This is a miracle.” She said and Tom smiled as he hugged his mother back.

“I thought it wasn’t possible.” Dom was still in disbelief.

“So did I.” You said and Dom pulled you into a hug.

“I couldn’t be more happy for you.” He said into your ear.

His parents understood this was different for you, Tom had made the choice where you’d not had one. As harsh as it sounds Tom could have called it quits in the early stages of your relationship when you’d told him. Whereas for you, you’d lived your life thinking it didn’t matter who you married you’d never have the choice and here you were. Nikki was the next to pull you into her chest.

“I’m so unbelievably happy for you, you have no idea how happy I am for you right now.” She cried into your shoulder, and you smiled, Tom mouthing a slight ‘sorry’ over her shoulder before his dad pulled him into a hug.

It wasn’t until your three month scan that things got incredibly emotional, when the nurse had placed the gel on your stomach to listen for a heartbeat. You all heard two and the only person who didn’t catch on was you, you assumed it was your own heartbeat. Tom cried when he heard them, cried so incredibly hard and you assumed it was because he’d heard his child’s heartbeat for the first time and it was, but it wasn’t only that.

“I knew twins ran in the family but Jesus fucking christ.” Tom muttered as he sniffled, and you looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Darling, there’s two heart beats.” Tom said as he looked at you, how had you not caught on. You looked to the nurse for help.

“Mrs Holland, you’re having twins.” She smiled and you almost screamed in joy. How had you gotten so lucky? You couldn’t help as you pulled your husband into your arms, he let out a slight breath as you pulled him to your chest and cried into his hair.

Neither you nor Tom cared the gender of your child, male or female, you were ecstatic. The baby reveal was incredible, it brought tears to everyone’s eyes as they watched the two of you with your little confetti canons.

“Okay, darling. On three?” He asked, nerves kicking in for the both of you. He whispered out the numbers and on three you both set your canons off. Blue confetti showered everything in its path, they were both boys. You heard as Harry and Paddy practically roared in excitement, Sam clapping his older brother on the shoulder with a ‘congrats.’

Tom picked you up and cried into your chest, you were both over the moon. You ran your hands through his hair as you kissed the top of his head, you’d never seen him as emotional in the last few months, he cried at everything do to do with your pregnancy.

“We’re gonna have nephews!” You heard Paddy scream as he fist bumped Harry, the two had been adamant they were both boys. You smiled at their excitement.

The labour was long and hard, you felt like you couldn’t carry on through the last four hours. Both boys being born, half an hour apart, you both cried, Tom cutting the umbilical cords with shaky hands.

“I’m so proud of you.” Tom said as he kissed your temple, you were sweaty and in your opinion probably looked like shit, not to Tom though. You looked like an absolute angel.

“I never thought I’d have this.” You said in a small and tired voice, a wave of emotions hitting you.

“I know sweetheart.” Tom said, he knew there really was nothing else to say, no ‘if’, ‘buts’ or ‘maybes.’ What had happened for the two of you was an absolute miracle, a chance not many were given.

“I love you.” You said as a tear slipped, and Tom was quick to wipe it away as he moved the sweaty mess of hair from your forehead.

“I love you to, more than anything.” He said as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Tom, I’m all sweaty.” You groaned as you tried to calm your onslaught of emotions and he laughed.

“How do you think these guys were made, we had to get a little sweaty then didn’t we?” Tom teased and you lifted a tired hand to slap his shoulder. He laughed as he pulled away to hold your hand.

“Thank you.” You said as you played with his fingers, particularly the wedding ring that rested on his finger. Although this time, it wasn’t out of nerves, you were content, happy, in pure bliss.

“What for?” He asked, the gratitude confused him.

“For staying with me, sticking by me.” You said as you closed your eyes slightly, you were so tired, a long labour having caught up with you.

“I told you when I asked you to marry me, I’m never going anywhere, no matter what. Get some rest darling.” He said but it fell on deaf ears, your breathing evening out as you looked the most content and happy he’d ever seen you in his life, sleep consuming you. Your hand didn’t leave his, your two healthy boys were currently sleeping next to your bed. As Tom looked around the room at his family that was much bigger than he’d anticipated at the start of the year he counted his blessings that whoever was up there had given you a chance.

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