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[k-hotchoisan]

hello dearest 🥰

hard hours are open? so are my legs for this:

thoughts on writing a full story?

love you and your work, have a blessed new years ❤️

7 minutes of compensation

<seonghwa x fem!reader x yunho>

Coming back upset and disappointed at how your date turned out, Seonghwa and Yunho decide on a way to compensate you, in their own pretty little way.

Rating: R - explicit

Genres/Warnings: pwp, smut, 3some, oral (f receiving), riding, orgasms, fratboys!ateez, pet names, unprotected sex, face fucking, cream pies, dacryphilia, fingering, reader is a brat and it's deserved, pussy slapping (only once)

Word count: 3.6K

a/n: super late on this one, but this prompt was perfect for @atzhouse frat boys event <3 enjoy and indulge heavily 🩷 also thank you to my lovely @bro-atz for helping me develop the plot i could kiss u to death!!

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You were gonna fucking kill them. The both of them. As much as you adored them as your roommates, you swear they fucking sucked at matchmaking, or either that, their fraternity has men that are less than subpar. 

Unfortunately for Yunho, he happened to be in the line of fire, and he got the heat first—meeting your cold gaze, then your sharp eye rolls which truthfully, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him until you blocked his path, arms folded tightly across your chest, your bottom lip sucked in from sheer annoyance, and even though Yunho pretty much towered over you, for once, you don’t feel small. 

“Is it a thing in your little groupie that none of y’all can even reach the bare minimum of being a man?” You spit, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head. 

Yunho scrunches his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not following, y/n”, he replies. Even though you know he’s being honest, unfortunately, he’s still part of the stupid fraternity, and technically he seconded introducing this poor excuse of a male to you.

“Where’s Park Seonghwa? Is he hiding from me because he fucking knew that son of a bitch was a sorry excuse of a man?” You grunt, attempting to push past Yunho, who quickly grabs you by the shoulders before you actually start acting on impulse and causing some property damage. It works. Barely.

“Hey, hey. Y/n, you need to tell me what happened before you decide to burn our dorm to the ground,” Yunho says, trying to meet your glacial eyes. God, Yuhno is so fucking lucky that he has a personality of a cotton ball because that’s what he could turn you into in an instant just with his gentle voice and soft demeanor. You kind of knew it wasn’t really his fault that the male he and Seonghwa introduced ended up being completely a piece of shit, but still. 

No. You weren’t about to falter at Yunho’s warm gaze and the way he’s leaning into you, his hands firm on your shoulders. Deep inside, you knew Yunho was the last person to be unreasonable. 

Your hard stare is slowly softening and the hostility is slowly dissolving much to your dismay, but you still hold your pout, now turning more cranky than mad.

You decide taking a deep breath to start your complaint would be the right way about it, especially since it helped with hiding your tears that were just threatening to fall. 

At that moment, Seonghwa emerges from his room, having heard the commotion from the common space, his face as clueless as Yunho’s. Yunho turns away from you, the grip on your shoulders lightening as he stands up straight to look at the older male. 

Seonghwa’s stare blank as he shuts his door, “I heard my name. What’s going on?”

Now there the three of you were—on your bed, Seonghwa on your left, Yunho on your right, the both of them exchanging glances at each other, not wanting to break the silence or you’d end up breaking their necks. Your arms are still crossed, and your expression now a pout rather than some intention to commit murder within the dorm. You made them sit with each other in complete silence while you decided to take a shower to hopefully wash off the vexation, obviously to no avail. At least you smelled nice.

“The guy the both of you introduced”, you huff another deep breath, “not only fucking sucked in bed but tell me why none of you told me he was fucking someone else?” 

Another exchange of glances, this time with panic and confusion swirling in their eyes. You stand up and face them, your hands on your hips.

“We swear we didn’t know”, Seonghwa is the first to respond, his hands raised defensively. “He said he was interested in you, and we just…”

“Linked the both of you up, since you offhandedly mentioned that he was pretty cute”, Yunho continues. 

You smile, which doesn’t reach your eyes on top of dripping with anything but kindness or satisfaction, well, given the complete fuckery your stupid date put you through. You lean forward, stroking Seonghwa’s jaw, and for a moment, he seems entranced by your gaze, growing slightly breathless for a split second.

“Did you know who he was fucking?” You ask, and it comes off as a rhetorical pop quiz question, which both Seonghwa and Yunho knew better than even trying to guess, lest you have their heads in your arms by the time this is over. 

Seonghwa’s tongue slips out, wetting his plump lips out of nervousness. Sometimes you think Seonghwa looks absolutely delectable when he stares up at you with his doe eyes. You watch him shake his head. 

Then you let go of the poor man, leaving him to catch his breath on top of having the smell of your body soap almost shutting the rest of his senses down.

“His ex-girlfriend”, you spit, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Both males had expressions that were equivalent to being a deer in headlights, which slightly cushioned your hostility because it seemed that they genuinely didn’t know about this. 

“I’m sorry to hear about that”, Yunho says, and there’s a glint of guilt in his eyes you barely catch. His hands reach out to yours, hoping to appease your anger slightly, and Seonghwa mirrors his reaction.

“Y/n, I’ll make sure he never contacts you ever, alright?” Seonghwa follows, his fingers gently stroking yours, making a mental note to bash his fraternity mate into the wall when he has the chance to. “Yunho and I will make sure of that.”

“I can’t believe he fucking fumbled a chance like that”, Yunho mutters. 

You remove your hands from the two males, crawling towards the headboard, letting your head rest on the endless amount of pillows, both Seonghwa and Yunho trailing you with their eyes, watching the way your shorts were riding dangerously up your thighs. 

“I want compensation, from the both of you”, you remark, your eyes darting to your phone screen, gradually getting distracted as your anger slowly dissipates. “On top of him being a piece of shit, he fucks like a loser. You have guys like that in your fraternity to represent how y’all fuck or what?” 

It takes less than a millisecond for Seonghwa’s gaze to darken, which you don’t notice until your phone gets snatched from your hands. You are about to part your lips to complain, that is, until you see the poison dripping from Seonghwa’s gaze. Before you can register it, a pair of arms lift you from below, and you’re facing Seonghwa, while being seated on Yunho’s lap. Yunho’s arms are wrapped around you, and you realise you’re trapped. 

“No, Angel. We don’t fuck like that piece of shit does”, Seonghwa corrects you, his voice calm and almost angelic, if it wasn’t for the fact that his tone is tinted with anything but. 

“We fuck better.”

“You shouldn’t lump us with guys like him, that hurts our feelings y’know”, Yunho chimes behind you, his voice tickling your ear. 

Seonghwa’s lips are inches away from yours, “Believe me, we’ll compensate you fully.”

You feel your heart hammering in your chest, the tension in the air climbing up in levels at a rapid pace. Seonghwa doesn’t intend to give you the time to form your thoughts before his lips are on yours, gentle yet greedy, growing more possessive by the second, and you let yourself melt into his lips, his touch, his seduction. 

Soft moans escape your lips the more Seonghwa lets his tongue swipe yours and your lips. Fuck. Yunho’s fingers snake underneath your shirt, sending goosebumps all over your abdomen until he reaches your tits, and his fingers begin to roll your nipples against his fingertips as he alternates between squeezing your full tits, enjoying the whimpers you’re voicing while Seonghwa makes a mess out of your lips. Your mind is slowly slipping, and the next thing you’re feeling is the way your panties are getting soaked by the second. 

Seonghwa pulls back, licking away the string of saliva connecting both of your lips, watching your lips swollen and your face flush, with a smile on his face. 

Yunho’s hands leave your tits, and he brings up your shirt past your shoulders while Seonghwa pulls off your shorts, exposing the pretty wet patch on your panties. 

“Look at you, so pretty and wet for us”, Yunho hums, his hand reaching down past your panties, and you gasp at the feeling of his fingertips drawing circles on your wet clit. He does it so painfully slow and you swear he’s doing it on purpose. 

“Yunho-“, you mutter breathlessly, your hands grabbing his muscled arm. Seonghwa pulls your panties to the side, revealing your soaking pussy, just begging to be filled up. Yunho shifts his hands from underneath your panties to where Seonghwa had pulled them to the side.

They weren’t about to let you have your way, at least not yet. 

“Now, are you taking back what you said about us fucking like losers?” Seonghwa asks, guiding Yunho’s fingers going back to circling between your clit and your sopping hole. You swear you were about to lose your fucking mind. 

You stare at Seonghwa, eyes slowly getting glazed out the more Yunho’s fingertips grazed along your clit. 

“No.”

Yunho’s hand makes impact on your cunt, making you gasp, your eyes blowing open from the shock that climbed along your spine, the sound wet and loud. 

“Wrong answer, dollface”, Yunho hisses into your ear, barely giving you a second to catch your breath before his fingers plunge into your cunt, your head falling back against his shoulders, a broken curse slipping past your lips.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve just been thinking of this, haven’t you?” Yunho curses, feeling your soft walls squeeze against his fingers whenever his fingers enter you on top of the pretty squelching sounds your pussy was making for him. 

Yunho presses against your g-spot, and you jolt slightly, your legs spreading wider on instinct accompanied by another moan, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the two males.

Yunho’s suddenly fingers pull out and you’re ready to protest from the denial, until you feel something harder and thicker pressing against your spine. Shit. 

Seonghwa unlocks your phone and taps on the timer app, filtering through numbers before he shifts the screen to your view.

“We’ll make you cum in seven minutes as compensation, Angel”, Seonghwa promises. He looks so confident too. “If we don’t, then you can do whatever you want with us.”

“But if we do, you’ll take back your words, and we’ll do whatever we want with you, with your consent of course”, Yunho adds. 

Truthfully, the deal was a matter of pride rather than anything else, and you being sandwiched by your hot roommates on top of it? Just the cherry on top. 

“Fine”, you agree, and Yunho, tips your chin to face him, lowering himself to press his lips on yours before passing you over to Seonghwa, who also seals the deal with a kiss. 

“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums, pressing his thumb against the corner of your lips. “Yunho should fuck you, right? Since he was the first person who caught your heat.” 

“But he’s-“

“It’ll fit, dollface. I’ve seen the dildos you fuck yourself with. My dick will fit you just perfectly”, Yunho cuts you off, leaving your heart to slam against your chest. 

Yunho lifts you up as he positions you right about his thick cock before he lowers you down, completely splitting you open as his cock fills you up all the fucking way, leaving your thoughts and sanity somewhere else by now. 

“How are you feeling, Angel?” Seonghwa even has the courtesy to fucking ask.  Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, both from pleasure and pressure. 

“So fuckin’ full. Fuck”, you mutter, your mind in a complete haze as you attempt to adjust to Yunho’s size. Seonghwa swallows hard at the way your pussy is just stretching to fit Yunho in plain sight before he starts the timer. 

Then he lowers himself to your filled cunt, and licks up your clit, making you jerk.

Oh boy, these two are definitely about to drive you crazy.

Your head falls onto Yunho’s shoulders as you try to pace your breathing, but with Seonghwa at your cunt lapping your cream while Yunho has your pussy filled? It seemed like an impossible mission. 

As Yunho fits into you, dragging against your walls and pressing dangerously close to your g-spot, Seonghwa’s slow and wet licks against your clit only stimulated and soaked you more to widen up to further fit in Yunho—now a complete cycle of hell of Seonghwa eating your pussy out making Yunho’s cock sit deeper in you which in turn made your clit all the more sensitive towards Seonghwa eating your cunt out. You were sure you wouldn’t last long at this rate. 

A quick glance at the timer—two minutes had passed, and yet it felt like an eternity from how much stimulation you were getting. Soon enough, you were confident that time wouldn’t even exist as a whole. 

Your body shudders in pleasure once more when Seonghwa licks another stripe up your cunt, trying to hold your composure, only for it to be broken down when Seonghwa’s wet lips suck on your clit, your mind blanking out from the sensation. 

“Such a good fucking girl for us, y/n”, Yunho’s gentle voice barely registering in your head. He glances at the timer. “Four more minutes for us to break you. You know it’s okay to just let go and ruin your bedsheets right? We’ll wash them for you.” Jesus fucking Christ.

The numbers on the timer on your phone continue to descend agonisingly slow and the looming, ticklish feeling of an orgasm is just threatening to spill over at any moment. Your mind begins to drift off, shrouded in the mist of pleasure, with Yunho, low moans as the icing on the cake whenever he feels your walls squeeze around you, his praises sounding like a hymn. 

Seonghwa switches between his tongue and fingers, the only denominator is him making sure to send you off the edge, casting his gorgeous eyes upwards to meet yours, watching your reactions like a hawk. The cream around the base of Yunho’s cock grows thicker every time he pulls out from your stretched hole.

At the sixth minute, you realise you are a lost cause—Seonghwa licking and grazing his fingertips against your wet clit while Yunho has his cock balls deep in you, hitting deep fucking spots in your cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you cry out, your eyes screwed shut, barely processing Yunho’s kisses down your neck as he stuffs you full once more. Seonghwa pulls back, licking your cream off his lips before they pull into a smirk, then making sure he overstimulates and sends your whole body into an orbit with his fingers on your clit. Stars scatter and burst into your eyelids, you barely were able to keep them open when your cum spurts out of you, alongside your cries about feeling so fucking good while you screamed both of Yunho's and Seonghwa’s names, diluting the cum from Yunho who fills you up warm seconds after. 

Both men watch you unravel in complete awe and adoration. They should have done this sooner if they knew your cunt would be this fucking good.

“Six minutes and fifteen seconds”, Seonghwa brings up your phone with a smile. “You did fare pretty well, Angel.”

He lifts you off Yunho’s cock, his cum trickling past your trembling inner thighs, and Yunho groans from the sensitivity, giving his wet cock a couple of pumps. You were not in any position to complain, not when your body is barely recovering from your high, because you’re on your stomach, facing Yunho’s thick cock, your eyes rolling back once more when you feel Seonghwa’s cock stretching you open once more. Your face buried in the sheets, your fist digging into the fabric, your ass automatically lifting to accommodate Seonghwa.

“Fuck. You’re still so fucking tight, Angel. Were you waiting for me to fuck you next? You’re just begging for me to fuck Yunho’s cum out of you, aren’t you?”

You could only muster a weak whine of Seonghwa’s name before Yunho’s cock gently taps on your cheek. You look up at Yunho, your eyes completely glazed out, realising your mouth suddenly feeling very empty.

As Seonghwa slides his cock out of you, your phone suddenly lights up, the vibration catching both boys’ attention. Yunho glances over and cocks an eyebrow when he sees the caller ID flash across the screen. He looks over at Seonghwa who catches his eye, then nods to his older friend to pick up the call. Seonghwa reaches over, even as he’s still fucking his cock in you, and slides answer.

“Hey.”

“Hello? Seonghwa Hyung? Isn’t this y/n’s phone?”

Seonghwa glances down at you, ass still bouncing off his fat cock while taking Yunho’s cock in your mouth, your body twitching from time to time on top trying to fit Yunho in your mouth. 

“Y/n’s not available right now. She’s a little…preoccupied.”

There’s a pause for a moment. 

“O-oh. ‘Cause I was meaning to talk to her about the ex-girlfriend thing and-“

“H-Hwa”, you whimper, feeling your brain short-circuiting every time his hips snap against yours, feeling your brain up with nothing but just cock. Seonghwa returns your look with nothing less than affection before he bothers to focus back on his friend’s endless amount of excuses for acting like a piece of shit.

“You don’t need to anymore, dude.”

“What? Wait I don’t-“

Seonghwa smirks into the phone. “She’s not interested anymore—Ah fuck, that’s it Angel.”

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

Seonghwa only chuckles in reply, hitting the loudspeaker for Yunho to reply him, “Don’t worry about y/n, she’s well taken care of. Better than however the fuck you did, that’s for sure.” Yunho strokes your jaw, encouraging you to fit more of him in your mouth, biting back a curse when look up at him with doe eyes, spit and precum just coating his cock every time you bob your head.

“We definitely need a little talk when we see you. Until then, maybe learn to fuck better”, Seonghwa adds, before disconnecting the line, ignoring the sudden myriad of messages barging and spamming your inbox from said male. Well, you were busy. 

Seonghwa’s attention snaps back to you once more when he feels your cunt squeeze around him, and the way your pussy is just endlessly creaming on his cock is just driving Seonghwa closer to his high, partnered with the obscene sounds bouncing off the walls he knew his fraternity brother definitely heard.  

“That’s a good fucking girl. You’re doing so well for me. Fuck. I’m gonna cum. So fucking close, Angel”, Seonghwa hisses, his thrusts becoming more erratic, cock mindlessly hitting deeper spots of your poor cunt before he feels you completely let go and cum right on his cock as well, his warm cum filling up your cunt.

Yunho isn’t faring any better, his eyes are glazed out at the way your throat is closing around his cock every time he slips it in, and when your eyes roll back with your mouth covering the entirety of his cock, clenching him again at the back of your throat, Yunho can’t help but cum down your tight pretty throat with a strangled groan, along with praises of you taking his cock like his good little girl, and how you’re taking all of his cum so well, which only makes your mind buzz with pleasure on top of both of your holes being filled up. 

Yunho jerks back slightly on instinct from the overstimulation, before his hands cup your jaw to assist you pull out. Cum dribbles down the corner of your lips from your futile attempt to swallow it all, but Yunho simply grabs a handful of tissues for you to spit in should you need to. Then his lips press onto your forehead, his voice like honey in your ears as he praises you for taking him and Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa on the other hand, had pulled out of you, swallowing hard as his cum mixed with Yunho’s seeps past your folds, dripping onto his half hard cock. Seonghwa thinks he could go another round, but not now. The thought of ruining your pussy over and over again is definitely the most enticing to him,   but he makes mental note to delete and block the twat’s number on your phone while you go wash up. 

The exhaustion is slowly kicking into your body, considering you’ve never been fucked this good, but Yunho insists to wash you up before you rest in either one of their rooms, which you don’t put up much of a fight against, considering the state of you right now. 

Yunho, slightly displeased that Seonghwa insisted on snuggling on his bed as well, the three of you sharing Yunho’s bed, with you in the middle. As Seonghwa combs through your hair with his fingers, you suddenly remember the phone call. 

You look up to both of them and ask, “Who called just now?” Evidently, you were so deep into your pleasure that who called didn’t even register in your mind, the faint memory of the dull vibration of your phone being the only thing you recall. 

Yunho and Seonghwa exchange glances before their eyes shoot back to you. Yunho forces a smile and Seonghwa continues to stroke your head, slowly lulling you into an exhausted slumber. 

“No one important. Someone we can thank for being able to compensate you, darling”, are the last words you barely process before you fall asleep in their arms.

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[ornii]

My Better Bitter Half

Wednesday Addams X Twin Brother Reader x Enid Sinclair

Summary: Wednesday has been transferred to Nevermore, luckily Someone there already knows much about her, her twin brother. While you two may be twins you couldn’t be any more alike, after hearing your Sister is coming to Nevermore, you get much more than you bargained for.

Note: hi, this is Ornii, so for my own Canon I decided to Name Wednesdays twin “Vlad”, based off of Vlad the imapiler, who then inspired Dracula. Who’s full name is Vlad Dracul. Anyway into the story,

“Yes Mother I understand..” (Y/n) says calmly as he dresses himself. Standing before a long mirror inside his dorm room. Nevermore was his Home for the past year due to his, oddly charming and dark abilities, as he stands and oozes at his own charm he hears the voice of his mother from a crystal ball.

“Good my little Hell hound, I understand that it will be a bit different with your sister there. Please try and help her adjust to it. You know how, ferocious, she can be. Be patient with her.”

“Unfortunately I was not blessed with the patience you have. But I will, try.” You say, you hear a pleased him from mother and she ends the communication. As you exited your room for the first time today you immediately head to the entrance of Nevermore. Walking past students who give you glares or winks your train of thought you as quickly halted by a voice calling your name. You halt and turn to Enid approaching and slipping over, like an obedient pet.

“Good Moorning!~” she says in a very sing-song voice, you give her a smile on response.

“Good morning to you as Well Miss Sinclair, I suppose you have some gossip to share?”

“Well I’m not all gossip.”

“I doubt that—“

“But, I did get something so cool! A roomie!” She says, (Y/n)’s already slightly pale skin lost a bit more color. If his estimation was correct, his Bubbly, loving best friend is going to room with his literal Nightmare of a sister.

“Poor child.” You say.

“What?” She asks, confused.

“Nothing!” You say smirking, “I hope you enjoy yourself.” You say before leaving, as you enter the main driveway to Nevermore a long black vehicle pulls up and he watches with a devious smirk. The vehicles front door opens up and Lurch steps out. If Frankenstein wasn’t some Myth, that’d be Lurch. Tall, dead looking with a flat head. He Leers over and walks to the back, he opens the door and two step out, Mother and Father. Their gaze goes from the beautiful Nevermore to their Devilish son.

“There is my Hell hound.” Morticia says to (Y/n) who gladly accepts the hug from his mother.

“How does Nevermore fare against our Devil?” Gomez asks and (Y/n) just grins.

“It Never had a Chance, i learn from the best.” He says to them both, he looks past them.

“Is She here?” He asks, Lurch drags her belongings along and she steps out, a almost perfect copy of you, just much more feminine. Long black pigtails compared to your short black Quiff haircut. Wednesday never smiles but your devilish Grin could never leave your face sometimes. You walk over to her, and you both stop close to each other, you notice that you’re a few inches taller, as she has to “Look up” to you.

“Brother.” She Said with that cold attitude, you smirk at this.

“Hello To you too, Dear Sister.” You say, planting your hand on her shoulder. You feel her cold stare of disapproval.

“You know how I feel about contact.”

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it, you despise it.” You say with a laugh, You relent and hug her. You feel her tense up.

“You have three seconds before you lose your arms.” She says and you again let go.

“That’s the sharp tongue I know so well.” You say and motion for her to follow him.

“So, seems Mother and Father have finally shipped you off. What did you do this time?”

“A group of Mouth breathers were bullying Pugsley. The only person who gets to torture my brothers—“

“Will always be you.” You reply, and ask. “So, what’s the damage.”

“A boy lost a testicle.” She says, you half in her footsteps and turn to her.

“I tossed Piranhas into a pool, the rest is up to your imagination.” She says, you stare at her for a second and grin.

“So. You failed to get the job done? I would have poured Red-Bellied, they’re the most dangerous.” You say. As much as Wednesday hated most people, you were the one she hates the least. A small smile creeps along her face hearing your praise of her work. The family enter the principals office and begin conversation.

“Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?” The Principal of the School Weems asks. (Y/n) and Wednesday sat next to each other, with Gomez and Morticia on opposite sides.

“We were born on Friday the 13th.” (Y/n) says, “from what I was told, Sparks were flying, rain was pouring, a beautiful sight. Unfortunately Wednesday was too busy trying to strangle me in the Womb for it to be absolutely perfect.” You say, you can feel her Ice cold glare hit your neck.

“Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, "Wednesday's child is full of woe." Morticia explains, “and (Y/n)’s comes from a famous ruler in history.” Morticia explains.

“You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?” Weems says.

“And you graduated with your sanity intact impressive.” Wednesday responds coldly, weems was a bit taken aback by her Wit. She ignores this and keeps going.

“You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.” Weems says.

“They haven't built one strong enough to hold me.” Wednesday said. “I bet this place won't be any different.”

“What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.”

“She’s a Modern day Hannibal Lecter. You know without the eating people, isn’t she just lovely?” You say grinning.

“Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.”

“Isn’t that great?” You say smiling.

“Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um... therapy sessions?” Morticia said.

“The court ordered them. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week.”

“Did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands.” Gomez says, and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow.

“She’s going to eat that therapist alive..” You said,

“I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall.”

“Refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?” Wednesday said, and Weems might be in over her head.

“Should we go meet your new roommate?” Weems says, and they all leave, a look of worry was actually on You, fearing just what Wednesday might do to Enid. She skips over as the door opens and Enid sees (Y/n) and Wednesday.

“Howdy, roomie!” She says with such a cutesy adorable attitude.,

“Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.” You say.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” Enid said worried.

“Wednesday always looks half-dead she was like this for our childhood.” You explain, and Enid looks confused.

“Our childhood?” She asks, you stand next to Wednesday.

“You don’t notice the resemblance?” You say, “Here let me.” You quickly stop smiling and perfectly mimic Wednesdays deadpanned face. They look perfectly identical and she sees the Addams Twins in full force.

“Oh. M. G! You’re his sister! You look so similar! It’s like looking in a mirror! Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” Enid reaches out for a hug and (Y/n) quickly shakes his head no.

“Not a hugger. Got it.” Enid says taking a step back.

“Please excuse My Sister, She's allergic to color.” You explain.

“Oh wow, What happens to you?” Enid asks, fearful of the answer.

“I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.”

“I used to throw colorful fruit at her.” You say with a smile. Weems interrupts and gives a stern smileS

“(Y/n), Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.”

Note: I’ve always found the idea of Wednesday’ having a twin more fascinating due to her very antisocial behavior and personality, and I think they play off of each other so well, the insecurities and inferiority complexes these two ooze out is just, awesome. I want to do some incorrect quotes with them if people would enjoy those. The fencing fight would be very interesting as well.

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[marymary-diva17]

Does he still love me

female Ao’nung x neteyam

here another cross posted story I had made, and now have brought here. Angi the daughter of tonowair and ronal had become the mate of eldest son of tokru makto neteyam sully, after his clan and family came sneaking refugee and help. Angi and Neteyam had started off and friends but soon become something more over time, and soon enough the two of become a mated pair when Neteyam had confused his feeling to the girl. When they become a mated pair it soon result it ever lasting alliance between the two clans, a year later the couple will be blessed with a child. 

Angi " ......." Angi was out with her son which had been named Zata it was a name that Neteyam and his family had been discussing and chosen, as it will fit the boy well. 

Navi women " look at her walking around like she better then all the other female here just become she the mate with neteyam" 

Navi women 2 " I still think she did something to make neteyam choose her as a mate and now loom she does next have a child with him" 

Navi women 3 " I feel bad for Neteyam that he has to be mated with her he could've chosen someone from the clan, but no he picked her" 

Navi women 4 " well I heard the reason they become mated was that her father didn't have to keep an eye on her, and that it will make peace between the two clans it was all made between the Tokyo makro, tonowair, and neteyam" 

Navu women " no that cant be true" 

Navi women 2 " I believe it do you really think neteyam will give up all the way of the forest just for her, we live on this small inland connect to the Metkayina... we will still practice the ways of the forest but everything had changed because of her and all the other Metkayina that have bene trying to find a way in our clan" 

Navi women 3 " I wonder how many of these couples will stay true if we ever return to our beloved forest" 

Navi women 2 " we also have to remember that tsyeira girl with loak" 

Navi women " she better then her sister angi will bring down her family name I heard that the deers thought tsyeria will been a better choice for Neteyam... she doomed being mated with the clan outcast loak" 

Navi women 2 " rumor going around the the elder might ask moat and Jake to remake the mates between his sons, Tsyeria and loak will be a perfect pair verse the ones they have now" 

Navi women " that is so cruel no way Jake will do that to his own sons" 

Navi women 4 " it true I heard even tonowari elder agree as well tsyeria and neteyam will be better match then Neteyam and angi, even some of her own people hated her and want her gone her future title of tshaik has been rumors to be give to her sister" 

Navi women 3  " oh yes and it custom that the olo'eythan and tshaik will have to be mated pair or have some family connect to be true leader, and if she not tshaik the it will be bad for everyone" 

Navi women 5 "what of the child" 

Navi women " it an freak a future outcast look at It the boy maybe if Neteyam mates with tsyeria they will have beautiful children, verse him and the girl" 

Navi women 5 " don't you all feel bad for the poor baby or angi and loak I know they might not be like everyone else, but they are still good people" 

Navi women " who cared if neteyam and tsyeira end up together then loak can help raise that child no will care or know" 

Navi women 5 " yes but this still mean to them and will hurt three people or more in he future" 

Navi women " it for the best forever" 

Angi " ......" angi felt like her heart was breaking when she was listening to this new she didn't want to belie that her Neteyam had mated with her for that reason, she had thought he really love her. She fell tears rushing down her face she didn't want to believe that neteyam had mate with her out of duty for his clan and her clan. 

Angi " oh my son im so sorry" zata could feel his mother was become unsettled by the word she had heard as the group of women had left. 

Angi " come on let get home I will put you down for a nap with a story and lullaby that will make you feel better" this might explain why neteyam has been distance lately from the brith of their son three months ago her family and her in-law have bene acting weird, but she couldn't allow ugly rumors and gossip like that to mess with her. She knew that neteyam love her and their son he will do anything for them he is just busy with his duties and responsibilities. 

Later that night 

Angi " yes I will make neteyem favorite meal it will be good for us all and maybe we can talk" 

Neteyam " hey I'm home" 

Angi " welcome home I was about to get started on dinner I was going to make your favorite your mom help me learn it" 

Neteyem " oh well  dinner is happening with my parents and your tonight" 

Angi " oh that will be perfect we can bring zata with us it will ...." 

Neteyam " I'm sorry it a dinner for only a fee selected guest it me, your parents, my parent, and your sister with maybe kiri and rotxo being there" 

Angi " oh okay" 

Neteyam " I have enough time to be here with my two favorite people" 

Angi " okay" neteyam soon smile and sat down near angi after he picked up zata who was now awake Neteyam was holding his son in his ar, and soon kissed his mate forehand he had stayed for three hours before he had to leave. Neteyam didn't return home until late in the night worry angi and when she woke up the next day he was completely gone and no longer in their bed. It was hard for her to decide if he had spent the night in their bed or night. 

Angi " he gone he always here when I wake up he never gone without saying a word" angi had soon eat her breakfast and feed her son before she left to do her task for the day. She hadn't seen any of her family or friends during the morning making her feel alone and sad, once again she spotted the women from before talking again. 

Navi women " did you see that neteyam was at dinner with his family but his mate and child were not there, and so was loak" 

Navi women 2 " yes I saw him eating dinner alone as tsyeira was having meal with the others" 

Navi women 3 " I'm starting to think these are no longer rumors but true you see how her parents and neteyam parents haven't been over that much to see their first ever grandchild, and how she been slowing pseudo from her role as tshaik" 

Navi women 4 " so she over and one done for we all knew this was going to happen" 

Navi women 2 " we have to wait and see" 

Navi women " well whatever happens I hope angi take it well we dont need her becoming jealous and take her anger out" 

Navi women 4 " she won't but hey soon we will have a good oloeyath and tshaik like their parents minus the one that was supposed to rule originally" angi had avoid the group of women and soon went to a secret spot of her and sat down there, tears falling down from her face until she felt someone touch her face. She looked down and saw it was zata soon enough angi had picked up her son and smiled at the boy. 

Angi " no matter what happen zata I will always love you" angi soon got up and went back to her track of the day she knew whatever came for her in the future she will raise her son with love, support, and care and she didn't know if it was going to be with her mate or by herself. She knew she was going to do her best to keep her son away from any harm that the clan will throw at him as they was her duty as a mother. She was saying prays to the great mother to give her guidances and support for what the future had in store for her.

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The hyperfixation hit me so hard last night that I gave in and made random GHS headcanons that spewed out of my head naturally

(note: this post might be really long so press the “keep reading” to get into headcanons)

(note 2: if you’re confused on why I keep referring to Neko Zombie with she/her pronouns it’s because I and our step-sibling personally headcanon Neko Zombie as trans fem with she/her pronouns)

Chef usually babysits all of the kids when he’s not working in the kitchen and prepping up the food. He babysits James, Roulette Boy, and My Son most of the time. Cactus Girl doesn’t need babysitting though as she’s too old for that and instead babysits the younger ones.

James, My Son, Lost Doll, and Mummy Dog are best friends, they love hanging out together. However Lost Doll doesn’t hang around the guys as much though whenever her front side (Lost Doll) is active but whenever Katie is active, that’s when she hangs around them.

Cactus Gunman loves gardening 24/7, he also teaches it to Lost Doll and Cactus Girl. Cactus Girl isn’t as great as her brother when it comes to gardening but Lost Doll is wayyyy better than her.

Bonsai Kabuki and Cactus Gunman are buddies as well, he usually vents to Bonsai a ton related to his emotions and feelings since it’s very hard for him to deal and cope with them. Bonsai always gives the best advice and help to Gunman.

Speaking of Bonsai Kabuki, he technically adopted Sleepy Sheep. I said what I said.

Despite the whole friend group, Sleepy Sheep and Lost Doll are best friends for life compared to than the other kids she’s friends with in the hotel.

Clock Master, Mummy Papa, Cactus Gunman, and Catherine are drinking buddies. Cactus Gunman doesn’t drink as heavily compared to the other three but he still drinks with them anyways.

Gregory is highly protective over Chef, always worried about the fire on his head going out, Gregory usually checks up on him most of the days in the hotel. Gregory is especially worried about James pranking Chef, putting him out so he’s always on edge whenever Chef isn’t close by or whenever Gregory doesn’t know where Chef is.

Poor Conductor loves playing songs that were used within kabuki performances and shows for Bonsai, just for Bonsai to perform and dance to. It makes them both happy and gives Sleepy Sheep an excellent show to watch! (btw Poor Conductor and Bonsai are dating and are both Sleepy Sheep’s adoptive dads)

Neko Zombie loves poetry and loves making poetry as well! She likes to share them with Angel Dog and Cactus Gunman

Neko Zombie and Gregory use to be childhood friends back then, before the existence of Gregory House, Gregory was forced by his Mama to kill Neko Zombie behind her back and behind the two’s friendship, Gregory was hesitant to kill his childhood friend but Mama, with her dark wicked magic, took control of Gregory’s body and murdered her in the deep dark woods where the two would run off to, to escape their painful truths of their realities. Years after the Gregory family was banished from reality, Mama built the family’s safe haven and inter-dimensional realm to protect yet harm her bloodline and to taunt anyone that associated with the family. She built it right near, and yet, on top of where Neko Zombie was murdered and buried. Gregory, one night, full of dread and guilt, decided to dig Neko’s body back up and stitch up all of her body parts that were decaying and falling out, wanting to bring back his old friend… She was luckily brought back to life by a blessing but it cost Gregory everything. Neko Zombie lashed out at him, not knowing the true intent and reason why Gregory killed her in the first place, Gregory tried to explain the best that he could but he kept fumbling up on his words. The whole situation got even worse as Mama entered the room and lashed out on both of them before protecting her son and lashed out heavily onto Neko Zombie for all of this. Cursing her and blaming her for the reason why the family was banished from reality in the first place. Before Neko Zombie could do anything, she was forced into isolation into a prison like room in the hotel and was heavily chained up forever. However as time went on, as the hotel obtained new souls and new residents trapped within Gregory House, everything started wearing off. Gregory secretly removed all of the chains, only leaving one chain left on Neko Zombie’s body, the chain that’s trapped around her left foot and letting her free-roam the house from time to time. Neko Zombie still doesn’t have any kind feelings towards him at all and Gregory has to pretend to hate her although he secretly yet obviously feels horrible for what has happened to her, trying to owe up to his mistakes to her, wanting the both of them to be friends again. However, the chance of that happening again is very much non-existence, even despite Gregory’s hopes and dreams.

How come Neko Zombie stopped fighting against Gregory and his Mama? Simple. She knows that once someone is stuck within this nightmarish dimension of a hotel that there’s no chance of escaping Gregory House. She knows that, being the first resident of the hotel, there’s no more hope for her. She’s stuck here forever and ever…

(note 3: keep in mind I wrote this part when our night meds were kicking in last night, so please excuse me if it seems sloppy)

The Gregory family was banished from reality for a few things, the most well-known reasons were; dark magic, various murder cases, and Mama’s whole soul stealing thing to stay eternally young forever. The one who banished the family from reality as a whole was Death himself! Death was disgusted by what Mama has done and what her bloodline has done that he had to kick them out of reality. But the problem is that, Mama, being ever so powerful now, took advantage of Death’s abilities and decided to create an inter-dimensional that leads hopeless, mentally unwell into stumbling their way to Gregory House. Trapping them within the hotel, and harvesting the person’s soul from being in the hotel for quote on quote “being there for too long” for Mama to feast on.

Death and Frog Fortune Teller were and still are close friends even after Mama punished Death by making his best friend become apart of the hotel’s residence.

Death feels bad for Gregory and James being related to Mama, he knows that Gregory didn’t want this in the first place but had to do anything to survive, meanwhile he knows that James secretly hates Mama which he has all respect for but also feels bad that James will never get to truly remember or know his parents (Gregory’s son and his son’s wife) at all. The only reason why he had to banish the whole family is out of safety reasons and because the affects of what Mama has done to reality might rub off on the both of them and bring more havoc into every single living things’ lives and might destroy reality even further as we know it.

#Thanks for actually reading this if you did- I was pretty passionate about writing these headcanons even when our night meds kicked in. #Having really passionate headcanons about one of our favorite interests and about our current hyperfixation gives me so much serotonin tbh. #Our GHS headcanons… our favorite headcanons ever… - 🎡 #(🎡) marz/nep #gregory horror posting #gregory horror show #ghs #gregory horror show headcanons #ghs headcanons

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Good morning/evening! I just read "Imagine being Melkor’s child and having a tragic marriage with Maedhros" and a thought stroke me. What if Melkor tried to create a weapon stronger than anything anyone has ever seen? This weapon would have a mind and aoul of its own and would be called the "daughter/son of Melkor". But Melkor himself was unable to create a soul as it would require him to have the Flame Imperishable and instead of creating, he summoned a soul from our world. An Edain soul. This unfortunate soul would be Reader and reader would have no idea what was going on. One moment they are at school the other they awaken to the sight of Morgoth. Man, they woukd be so confused. For plot purposes, let's make Reader an avid Tolkien fan and once they get a grasp of what the hell is going on, they start making some major changes. Like, though reader loves Tolkien and his works, they want to actually do something and not be shackled by "but what about the plot" most isekai protoganists have.

Also, Reader knows that this is no joke. Morgoth could do whatever he wanted with them and their soul. He could torture them if they didnt obey to his commands and because of this Reader is scared and wants Morhoth to be defeated as soon as possible so they can be free to do whatever they wish in this fantasy world. So they would get to work. First they would start creating an army of their own by using the unrotting bodies of the fallen elves, turning them into mindless soldiers. Then they would create a dragon of their own who would be loyal to them and them only, not Morgoth who might just kill Reader if he so desires.

They take on the task of finding and destroying Gondolin. With the forknowladge Reader posseses, they easily manage that task and subjugate most of the Gondolindrim to their will, only leaving a small amount to ensure Earendil gets to Valinor and War of Wrath starts. I think all lords of the twelve houses would be given to Morgoth alongside Turgon as captive. But no other captive would have been given to Morgoth because Reader still has a heart and doesnt want them to be broken under their 'father's will. They claim, they will torture the others themselves. (But they never do and this spreads the rumor "Morgoth's child may just be not so evil.") Poor Glorfindel. He is one my personal favourites and he would be tortured😥. I am going to think Reader wanted him for his beauty and saved him fron torture.

Reader would use Gondolin as a military base and as escape from Morgoth. Eventually though, the War ıf Wrath would come and Morgoth would be defeated. Reader would try to stay as neutural as possible for the fear of Morgoth and judgement from free peoples.

In the Second and Third Ages Reader would either live a quite, simple life in seclusion or get in a power struggle with Sauron. They could ally themselves with the free peoples against Sauron. But what do you think? How would the free people view her? Would she perhaps go to the east or rhe south and get the support of the people there? Do you think someone could fall in love with reader despite some horrible acts they've commited as the chiks of Melkor? If so, who do you think would accept them? Would Reader tell of their origins to this person? Would Reader be allowed in Valinor in the Third or Fourth Age as magic dissappears or would they be banned from ever entering the Blessed Realm for the atrocities of Morgorh? Would reader die? If so, what would happen to their soul? Would go with men, would it be punished in the Halls of Mandos or would they simply return to their world as if none of this have ever happened? I am very curious about your thoughts.

I deepky apoligize for any inconvinexe I have caused by asking auch a long question. This got much longer than it was intended. I kind of ran out of ideas towards the end but I hope I was able to convey my ideas well enough. I am sorry for any grammer errors as English is not my first language. I wish you a pleasant day/night.

Oooh--- this is indeed long. (Don't worry, honey, your english is just fine) Looks like you nearly have the whole plot planned out 😂 I am kinda into the trope, your soul getting sucked out of your world into a body of another like a blood necromancer thing and stuff. I did notice thought how reader seems to want to change things up, but is reluctant to do more out of fear, which is understandable because reader is a bloody highschooler in a body of most likely adult. Reader is literally a scared kid. And that would be pretty noticeable even if reader has to pretend her soul isn't from another world since they might get herself into trouble. Reader would have to grown into adult life pretty fast.

However, I think the gondolin elves would be pretty quick to notice reader isn't what they seem to be because when reader promised their father to do cruellest things to them yet they don't do it would have them suspect. If reader managed to get one of their trust (Like glorfindel's) they could definitely have him help them scheme out of their father's reign because I feel like Morgoth has remote control of reader like he could hurt them anytime and that's whats keep them in line too. Their elf might feel sympethic especially if they knew how reader came to be but take the chance if reader was not a willing ally with their father. I feel like their life in Gondolin would be a game of scheming and power and I have a feeling Maeglin ain't gonna be loyal here either.

And if reader gets exposed then I can see them do as their last act of love they possessed for their elf to help them escape throught the secret path reader didn't tell anyone. Their elf might have a realization in their love for reader but reader's fate remains as a mystery as they return to their kin at the havens of Sirion. (Sorry if I ended this in another mystery end, but I hope you like it) I do like to think after War of Wrath maybe reader managed to escape and created a hidden court of shadows where they watch over the free people in secret, taking out the hidden dangers before they could even arise. How you proceed? I leave that to your imagination.

[thereader-radhika]

3- DEBT OF THE RED RICE

Parts 1, 2

Virudhukkalvetti

Ravidasan was relieved only when he saw some of his acquaintances among the new recruits. They too were surprised when they saw him. He didn't know whether it was their presence or the fact that they all are as clueless as him that soothed his anxiety. Their thalapathi, Menandros, really enjoyed their confusion and amazement.

"My boys, life is full of surprises. I was born in a place called Athenai. I no longer remember what the air smells like or sky looks like in my native. Similarly, we all go where this life takes us."

He peered into their eyes intently. "Now you are a group of 200 people. This is your last chance. If you just leave now, we will forget each other. But if you try to leave after joining us, you and your families will be annihilated. I will be back in an hour." Menandros himself opened the windows and doors of the hall they were seated in and left.

That one hour felt like one hundred years. If he leaves this place, he can easily get a job as a soldier, administrator or a priest in any part of this vast  bharatavarsham. What if this is his destiny? When a yavanan works so loyally for Veera Pandyan, is it right that a pandyan like himself is thinking like this? He looked around and saw that everyone is engaged in thoughts like him.

One hour must have been up as someone blew conchshells and closed the openings of the hall, except one. Menandros gave instructions to his attendants to go there or do this. They all rose up and bowed down as Veera Pandyan and Jatilavarman entered the hall. Veera Pandyan gestured them to sit down as he sat on a raised platform. Jatilan sat near Ravidasan.

The priests chanted prayers to Kotravai and some men danced with ecstasy. A woman placed a big banana leaf before him and served blood red rice on it. The king ate some of the rice and made a ball out of a handful of rice. Menandros gestured to Jatilan to go to his father. Tears were flowing from Veera Pandyan's eyes as he fed the rice ball to the young prince. Then one by one, he fed the rice to the old guards including Menandros. Ravidasan was the first one from the new batch to be fed. Though it was just one ball of rice, he felt energetic like he had a full feast.

°°°°°°°°°° Madurai

Ravidasan's heart beat rapidly as he approached his home. He didn't dare to imagine the reaction of his poor widowed mother. The mother and the motherland are both exalted than heaven. This is the right thing. He saw amma spreading chillies and dried turmeric on a mat. She too must have seen him as she was telling someone about his arrival. Looks like annan is home. Good.

"Ravi, it's been so long. You look so tired". Annan hugged him tightly. Anni complained to amma that she hasn't prepared anything special as she served the rice. He secretly mixed the mud he kept at hand in the rice.

"Everyone, please come here. I need to tell you something. You all should hear this with equanimity". He touched everyone's feet, placed his hands on his eyes and hardened his heart. He took out the pouch of gold coins and placed it at the feet of his mother.

"Here, I am submitting the money for your upkeep in my absence. I bear the debt of the red rice to our Emperor. Bless me and send me away".

"What have you done, Ravi?", Soman annan was babbling incoherently like a mad-man. Anni requested him not to shout but Amma just stared into the void with tearful eyes. Soman held Amma as if he feared that she is going to faint. He kept on ranting about Ravidasan's foolishness. What and who is he fighting for? Couldn't he have thought about their old mother? Amma wiped her tears and stood straight.

"Stop. Why did I give birth to sons if it isn't for our Emperor? Light an aarati, Kokile."

She placed her hands on Ravidasan's head and shivered like a possessed woman.

"May the swords raised against them stop on you. May the fire approaching them consume you. May the poison meant for them kill you. May the arrows aimed at them pierce you. May you be the fortress, weapon and shield of our Emperor. Go forth, kill and die for him". She circulated the aarti plate around his head and gave the plate to her daughter in law who repeated her actions and took the plate inside. She stared at him with an intense expression. "Did you mix dirt in the rice you ate from here?"

"Yes."

"I would have broken your skull if you hadn't. You aren't my son or his brother anymore. You belong to the emperor and the empire. If I had known this, I would have washed these feet and welcomed you. I am so glad and proud".

Soman occasionally opened his mouth to ask some things but he couldn't attend vocalise anything. Ravidasan understood that he is trying to ask about their plans. Unfortunately that can't be shared with others, not even his mother's other son.

"Soman anne, Kokila akka, I can tell you only one thing. Take good care of this Amma".

"I gave birth to him, yet I am not crying. Why are you men crying as if I died? Kokila, ask your husband and brother-in-law to stop this drama".

Helpless Kolika didn't know whether to snap at her mother-in-law, scold the brother-in-law or console her husband. Ravidasan touched their feet again and left their home without any tarrying further.  The whole Pandya country is his home and mother. His brothers are the people who partook in the debt of the red rice with him. He is a walking sacrifice.

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Part 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

#ponniyin selvan #ponniyin selvan 2 #kollywood #chola dynasty #Veera Pandyan #ravidasan

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this was supposed to be on kanato's bday but here goes nothing~ and yes this is dedicated to @hgug255

BONUS CHAP: hidden in a maze, wrapped around petals (Diabolik Lovers x Game of Thrones AU)

pairing: kanato x maya (my oc) [note: I used Maya's real first name here since it fits the au more]

STORY MASTERLIST

King's Landing has been in a festive mode because of the triplets' name days, and what way to celebrate their birth by rejoicing in their glorious feats and proudly speaking of their prowess as Karlheinz's sons?

How ridiculous, Kanato thought sitting by the staircase and watching how these people bark a laugh every now and then and make merry to one another. They did not come for our birthday. They came for the honor of their house and the blessing of our father.

It wasn't anything new for him, to be honest. After all, the three of them never delighted in these occasions. While their parents would force them to greet their guests and exchange a few pleasantries, they would still go on their way to avoid these events as much as possible. And thankfully, Kanato can hide by the staircase to just observe people.

Ever since he got his powers, he's seen everyone's past and future, which caused him anxiety and dread. Hence, he resolved it by sitting in one corner, minding his own business so he could hear no one.

Kanato sighed, his eyes bored, clutching Teddy to his chest and wishing the party would just end so he can lock himself up in his room and take a rest from all these things happening lately around him.

Parties.

War.

Mind games.

Peace treaties.

Deaths.

I've had enough.

"K-Kanato-sama," a feminine voice squeaked in fright, fully aware that the middle triplet was someone you should never bother during events like this.

He sighed in frustration, glaring at the poor maid. Why can't anyone just leave him alone? "What is it?"

"S-Someone left a note for you," the maid explained, handing the piece of paper to him. "S-S-She said you need to read it immediately."

Kanato narrowed his eyes at that, snatching the paper from the maid as she frantically left before he raised hell. Sighing, he unfolded the paper and read the contents, only to be surprised at what he read:

"Meet me at the garden.

- Mariya."

And so he left Teddy by the pillar and rushed towards the castle's garden maze, confused and enthusiastic at the fact that his fiancee decided to meet him in secret. Truth be told, the Feinze clan is notorious for its strict wedding traditions. During the long period of engagement, the bride wasn't allowed to meet the groom outside the Feinze castle premises until they get married. After all, the clan believes that the gods will punish those who defy these traditions.

Hence, Kanato spent his time going back and forth to meet Mariya. They would even go as far as to send each other letters, especially whenever he's travelling somewhere away from King's Landing.

Furthermore, the groom was not allowed to see the face of the bride until the wedding day. That's why whenever he visits her, there would be a silhouette partition separating them from each other.

And to think she went all the way here from the Highgardens to see me. She must be out of her mind, he thought turning on each and every corner of the garden maze to search for any sign of a smaller girl with long hair and pale skin (this was based on how his advisors described her).

Kanato was running out of patience, cursing to himself as to why Mariya made him run all the way here... until he finally saw her.

She was dressed in their usual Eastern gown and robes, her black hair decorated with red camellia ornaments as it flows down her back. There was a crest of the Feinze house on her belt, probably to make him recognize her in one glance. Nonetheless, Mariya was the epitome of a delicate mysterious lady from the Highgardens, donning a mask on her eyes so she would still retain the secret of her identity to Kanato.

Kanato panted for air, trying to catch his breath as he asked, "Why?"

"I..." she started, her cheeks blushing as she tried to find the words, "I wanted to see you—"

"No," he hissed, waving a dismissive hand. He walked towards her, his face inching closer to see the girl behind the mask as she tried to hide it. "I'm well aware of that fact. I wanted to know why."

"'W-Why?'"

"Why did you defy your house to meet me?" he clarified. "Your house is adamant about following the principles of the God of the Light. Yet, here you are sneaking out to meet me," then he muttered the last words, "and on my name day, nonetheless."

There was a momentary silence before she gained the confidence to speak.

"Your letter," she mentioned, remembering how the words seemed so sad and lonely when she read it. "I received your letter about your name day, and you told me no one has ever come for you and your brothers' name days just to see you."

Kanato's eyes widened in realization. A few days ago, he informed her he wouldn't be visiting her for a while because the House Sakamaki is preparing for their 18th name day, and this event was important because it's their second coming-of-age ceremony after joining the war 10 years ago.

And to think she defied her house—and even the gods—just to see me.

Kanato sighed in frustration. This girl will be the death of me. Then he shrugged. Well, she's already here now. Might as well make the most of it.

"Since you're here, I suppose a reward should be in order," he said, forcing himself to look indifferently even though he was quite happy that someone came specifically for him on his birthday. "I'll give you anything you want for today."

Mariya's red eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly anticipating this moment. "Really?"

"Well, hurry up or I'll change my mind."

Mariya thought for a moment since this was a once-in-a-lifetime request. After all, Kanato wasn't the type of person to let people get close easily. He's always wary of them no matter how nice they are.

After a few minutes, Mariya has now determined the reward she wanted from him, inching her face towards him as her eyes closed, sharp inhale of breath, and then time stopped. Everything was a blur as she laid her lips on top of his, quick like a feather brushing his skin. To say Kanato was surprised is an understatement. He was completely frozen at the gesture.

What in heavens—

Mariya pulled away as fast as she could, embarrassed and blushing at the fact that she made the first move. And she was aware it was unbecoming for a princess like her. After all, she is supposed to be wooed, not to woo a boy who is still thinking about a woman he was previously engaged with.

Kanato clicked his tongue in response, the fleeting kiss still reeling in his mind. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed even though he wasn't, not even in the slightest.

"Because... you told me you'll give me anything I want today," she reasoned out like it was plain day.

"But you gave me a kiss, remember?"

"It might look like that, but the point is, you gave me a chance."

He raised a brow at that. "A chance for what?"

"I wanted to have a chance to convey my feelings for you," she started to explain. "I know your mind and heart still belongs to Lady Krestenne," her heart felt like a hard lump at that, "but I wanted you to know that someone attended your name day because they have sworn affection for you, not because you bear your house's name."

There was sincerity and clarity in her words, taking Kanato in a trance of realization.

She embodied the meaning of her name.

True love.

Ah, no wonder why. It fits her perfectly.

"I-Is that okay? Or... was it too forward of me?" Mariya started to panic, thinking things would not end well, and her engagement with the middle triplet might get called off. "I'm so—"

"... enough."

"Eh?"

He stared through her deeply, snaking an arm around her waist and placing one hand on her cheek. She was startled at the contact that she instantly held on his shoulders (soon, she will scold herself for this lack of tact).

"It's not enough."

And he kissed her deeply, memorizing her taste and how their lips molded against each other. His tongue would tease her every now and then, savoring the sweet moment of this bliss they call "love." Kanato knew this was the thing he had wanted for so long.

True, he used to go after Krestenne as she was his first bethroted. But that was then, and this is now. Now is when he was kissing the life out of Mariya.

But Mariya wasn't as experienced as him, trying to regain her breathing, but every time she would pull away, Kanato will just keep coming back for her taste.

More.

His arms are now around her waist as she tangles her fingers in his hair.

MORE.

His lips move down from her lips to her chin, peppering her skin with kisses until his breath ghosted her neck.

MORE.

And ever slowly, Mariya felt his fingers trying to undo the ribbons of her belt, which compelled her to gently push him away and prevent things from going further. There was a dazed and confused look on his face, questioning her motives.

"I... I wanted this as much as you do," she clarified, composing herself despite being a blushing mess. "But... I think this is not the right time."

Kanato was about to retort a childish spat until he finally understood what she meant.

Her family must be looking for her now.

He sighed in frustration. "I'll be visiting you again after a few days."

She nodded, gently taking his hand in hers as she kissed his cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your name day today."

"Oh, Kanato-kun, there you are!" Laito greeted from their shared study room. It has become a habit of the triplets to gather there, especially during big events. "But where have you been though?"

Ayato looked annoyed though, observing as the middle triplet walked towards them like he had done nothing wrong. There was something weird because Ayato saw Teddy by the pillar earlier and Kanato returned from the opposite direction of the hallway.

"The old hag was pissed though, looking everywhere for you so you can grant the guests a song," he informed. "You're lucky 'cause Gramps had to cover for ya."

"Ayato-kun's right, Kanato-kun," Laito chided, looking mischievous as usual so he can get information about his previous whereabouts. "You should thank old Gramps there or you might be in trouble."

"There's no need to worry. I just went somewhere to talk to someone," Kanato explained, not bothering to fill any missing details lest he wanted other people to find out about him and Mariya breaking the strict wedding rules.

"'Someone?'" Laito repeated, aware that their brother is not someone who makes friends that easily. "Is that person a friend?"

Ayato chuckled. "Don't tell me you went out your way here just to get your gift?"

Kanato smirked at him, hugging Teddy close to his chest. "I did."

Both brothers were surprised at that. "Did you like the gift? Laito asked.

Kanato nodded in delight. "Very, very much."

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[scoonsalicious]

I'm up late because of school stuff and I visited your page to see that you updated early with three parts! and I thought, you know what, I'll have this as my bedtime story (poor judgment because we all know I get so amped up reading this and for sure won't get sleep until I send you my essay) so here I was reading the first three parts of Chapter 26, had my thoughts, went on your page to send an ask and then saw part 5 and I was like....wait what. YOU POSTED TWO MORE? so you ma'am are a blessing (for feeding us all this goodness) and a curse (to my poor sleeping schedule). Thankfully my class isn't until the afternoon. BUT ANYWAYS. what did I say. I FUCKING KNEW IT !!! I KNEW SHE WAS HYDRA. I KNEW SHE HAD ONE OBJECTIVE TO BRING BACK THE WINTER SOLDIER AND SHE WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO GET IT! but okay, let me rewind first.

Can I just say that burgers and fries are the absolute loves of my life and the chocolate milkshake is our son? Please, when he brought that in I was a puddle. I'm a simple girl. Just feed me them crispy potatoes and I'm yours. But seriously, though, he was being so sweet. I mean, I'm not going to applaud him or kiss his feet because it's the least he could've done. But, good on him for taking care of Pocket, not because she asked to, but simply because that's just him. Also, that little snippet of Bucky being jealous yes absolutely. But it's nice to see them in such a calm domestic setting and there's not even a lingering pressure or anything. They're just being friends right now and I'm glad because that's the healthiest way for them to start anew.

Now, Pocket jumping his bones. I mean, I can't blame her. I would've done the same thing. If I had a Bucky in real life I honestly would ride him to the sunset. BUT ANYWAY. Again, I'm not applauding him because it's the bare minimum but I am glad to see Bucky placing that boundary. It truly does show his growth and how much he truly cares about her. Because let's be real, if they had continued and ended up having sex, Pocket is going to regret it right after. It's going to end up hurting them both and they're going to be taking steps back. Bucky made points. Sex between the two of them is never going to be meaningless and right now is definitely not a good time for it because Pocket is still so vulnerable emotionally. If they went ahead, Pocket would've been so so angry at herself and so hurt right after. And I think Bucky realized that and he wasn't going to put her in that position again. Plus he was honest with what he wanted too. And he respects Pocket so much to know that she should be sure of what she wants before he even tries anything. Because after everything, this is all Pocket's call. Everything is going to be at her pace going forward. So good on him for recognizing and respecting that.

But please Nat's cryptic texts like girl just SPILL ALREADY WHY THE DRAMA. I mean it's Nat but still. ANYWAY NOW THE TRUTH IS OUT. JUDAS IS WITH HYDRA. and if I recall correctly, I did say that while she might be in Hydra, she still has an agenda of her own because she truly wanted Bucky for herself too. I mean, Pocket said it. Plenty of opportunities in Russia to take him but she didn't. There could be something more to it (i know there is and Chapter 27 is coming next. SCREAM). But yeah, it is kinda sad how Bucky thinks no one truly wants him or cares about him unless there's some agenda because that truly has been his life for so long.

The sweet interaction between them, the admitance of feelings, that soft little kiss AND Bucky still setting that boundary until Pocket is truly sure of her own wants and needs. I love how confused Pocket is when he doesn't cuddle up with her. Like, girly he's trying to be respectful and wait for you to process things and get your head and emotions straight so there's no confusion or misunderstanding between you two and what you want this relationship to be anymore. He's giving you the time really have a think if you're going to forgive him or not and not try to muddle your opinion with some good ass vitamin D. All jokes aside, Bucky truly is giving her the space and the time to come to terms with her decision all on her own and not at all influence it because whatever she decides, he's going to accept it and respect it. Growth, everyone.

Though I doubt she'd be able to process it any time soon because well. Bucky keeping her in bed to protect her because we all know where Jolenne is heading. I can practically hear the Jaws theme in the back of my head when Nat said she disappeared. But god, it's like the before everything is about to blow up and I don't know if I should thank you for this little breather or be scared about this cruelty because I know shit's about to go down tomorrow and I cannot wait!

Have no idea how I'm going to bed I'm so hyped right now. But hey, consequences of my own actions. I don't regret it at all. You're amazing and thank you for always feeding us with this amazing story. Lots of Love!

— Jnon 🤍

Hi Bestie Jnon!

I'm sorry to have kept you up last night, but if you thought Chapter 26 fed you well, please enjoy all EIGHT parts of Chapter 27 today!

Burgers and fries with a chocolate shake are the surefire way to my heart, most definitely, lol. And Bucky is doing these things because he wants to, not because he expects anything from her, or because he's trying to gain "good boy points," or anything like that. He just wants to take care of her. That's all.

He's definitely putting all the balls in Pocket's court, letting her call the shots and make the decisions. He just wants her to be happy, so he's going to take all his cues from her, but at the same time, he's not going to encourage her to do anything with him unless they're both 100% sure that she wants to. He doesn't want her ever having to regret things with him, again. He would LOVE to give her the Vitamin D, practically to overdose levels, lol, but he knows she's not in the best headspace right now, with everything that went on, and he's not keen on her making bad decisions with him.

And Nat is the QUEEN of drama. She loved having information but hated being ignored, lol. That's why she's such a good spy, lol. Jefferson is pretty much running her own agenda now. Yeah, Hydra sent her to bring back Bucky, but she's too far gone; she wants him for herself, which is why she didn't bring him back to Hydra when she had him in Russia. She just wants him.

Please enjoy Chapter 27!!! <3 I love you!

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[chloe-spade]

Prince and the Pauper: Prologue: Freedom

💙💗

Long ago, a seldom kingdom lived in relative harmony, although the King and Queen would wish for a child to call their own, an heir to the throne so that the kingdom will live on.

One day, it happened. The kingdom was blessed with a baby boy, he was named Amore, and the kingdom rejoiced, as a new heir was now born.

However, the king died soon after, leaving the Queen heartbroken and the only person to take care of her son.

In fear of evil, The queen keeps Amore inside, to never leave the castle, regardless of the situation, and to never leave unless he wanted to get hurt.

Isolated and alone, Amore chose to study, and study he did as he learned more about science and did his time doing experiments.

Though he would want to go outside, he already learned how to have fun inside.

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In the village below, a retired knight named Lilia adopted a young boy he dubbed Silver. He adores his son with all his being, even though he now lived under the cruelty of Lady Eliza, a seamstress.

Lilia taught Silver to be brave and loving to those who are less fortunate and always chose Silver over everything, despite his now poor lifestyle.

Silver was always kind, though soft-spoken, and always chose to help not harm.

As he grew, he started working as a seamster for Lady Eliza, though he never lets her words damage his spirit, nor slow him down, as he always did what she asked and never complained..to her face anyways.

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Both never met, as they lived very different lives, but fate had other plans because an unfortunate day struck in the kingdom.

The mines have gone empty, and without them, the kingdom would go bankrupt if the queen doesn't act fast, and a plan she had, however, it did cause a stir for Amore.

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"Amore," called Queen Serena, walking into the throne room, "Amore? Are you here? I have an important announcement to make."

Amore looks up from his book and looks at his mother in confusion.

"Yes, Mother?"

"I have a special announcement to make."

Amore nods, letting her continue.

"As you know, our kingdom is going through a horrible money drought, and I have asked the next kingdom to order any help they can offer, and they have a solution for us."

"What is it, Mother?"

"Marriage."

"Pardon."

Queen Serena took a soft breathe, "Yes, the queen has asked us if you could marry her grandson, Prince Ruggie, and we could share our finances and Amore, think of this as a way to help our people, to help those who can't help themselves!"

Amore silently puts his book down and looks at her with disappointment.

"So, you're saying that you basically offered me up for marriage, without my permission and I'm basically in an arranged marriage because of our kingdom's lack of wealth?"

"Don't be like that."

"Mother, I am not ready for marriage and even if I was, I don't think it's a solution for a wealth issue."

"Then I suppose you don't want to help your people then?"

"Mother, don't be like that, "Amore sighs, "Of course I do, and I...I will marry Prince Ruggie for the kingdom."

Queen Serena smiles happily and hugs Amore, "Thank you, my darling. You'll be helping everyone so much with this."

Amore sighs and hugs his mother back, trying to fight any negative emotions he had within.

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"Excuse me," Silver squeaked as he carefully walks around town, carrying stacks of silks and fabrics that Eliza had demanded him to get.

But it was one of those days when everyone is in the village, and no one cared to notice him.

Luckily for Silver, he walked inside the dress shop without a scratch on the fabrics, or himself. He lets out a sigh of relief as he entered.

"Ah, Silver," Lilia greeted, "You got everything?"

Silver nods and carefully put them away, "Yes, Father," He looks down, "Rush hour on the village today."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lilia sighed, "I would've gone if it wasn't for my horrible back. Thank you for helping your old man out."

"You're welcome, Father," Silver continues stacking.

"You two, come here immediately," demanded Eliza, "We have a guest! A very special one!"

"Who?" Lilia asked as he goes up the stairs, followed by Silver.

Out there was a man, one Silver didn't recognize, but with his attire, he knew he was one of the few rich people living in the village, and behind him were two dalmatians, glaring and growling at Lilia.

"Ah, Advisor Crewel," Lilia smirked, "how many years has it been since we've seen each other?"

"Many," said Crewel, "still look as young as ever I see. What sort of witchcraft you worked on this time?"

"Oh, this is my natural beauty, unlike yourself, as the last time I saw you, you had a few wrinkles. So, I may ask what kind of spells you've used on yourself?"

"Lilia, enough," lectured Eliza, "he's a guest, and is from the royal palace."

"Yes," Crewel clears his throat, "I would request you to create a wedding suit for the prince."

"For the prince?" Silver wonders.

"Yes, the wedding's in two weeks and we need everything to be in order before the big day."

"Ah, of course, with all the news of bankruptcy, of course, I understand where this is coming from, so let's see what we can do,"

Silver nods along with Father's prideful words, and sighs.

"Another piece of work."

"And I expect it to be done by tomorrow, at the very best," Crewel demanded and walks away in a huff.

Silver looks at Lilia, "Our work is never finished, hmm?"

Lilia laughs and leads Silver downstairs, "Oh, don't I know it."

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Amore hid as he heard the footsteps of the royal scheduler, listing so many of his duties of the day, and how bad they were. He didn't need this as a wedding was already a stress on his shoulders.

"Oh, we're late, late, late, "Cried the royal scheduler, "We have twenty, maximum twenty-two minutes for your royal fitting. And then it's move, move, move to your speech at the Historical Society. After that, we have to rush, and I mean rush, to the Horticultural Society Tea. And then there's your math lessons, your geography lessons, your science lessons..."

Amore was careful as he passed him.

💗

All my life, I've always wanted

To have one day just for me

Nothing to do and for once nowhere I need to be

💗

Amore looks around before entering one of the hallways, watching how they were decorated and polished for the wedding.

He sneaks by to watch the clouds swoop by.

💗

With no lessons, lords, or lunches

Or to-do list in the way

No one to say when to eat or read or leave or stay

That would be the day

💙

Silver sets up the mannequin, setting up with many of the fabrics used for his wedding suit, as he starts to daydream as he begins.

💙

All my life, I've always wanted

To have one day for myself

Not waking up with a pile of work on every shelf

💙

Silver walks by the window and lets a bird land on his finger and enjoyed how the bird begins to sing along as birds do.

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With no hems in need of pressing

And no sleeves in disarray

No wedding gown with a thousand stitches to crochet

And no debt to pay

💙

Footsteps alerted Silver out of his daydream and he immediately started to work, trying to act less suspicious when she came around.

"What do you think I'm running here? A cabaret?" She scowled

"I would've said a debtor's prison." Lilia chuckles towards Silver, "I mean, how much do I owe you again?"

"Father," Silver hushed.

"Keep laughing, you'll be working for me for another thirty-seven years," Eliza sneered towards Lilia, " since you think this is funny to you."

"But he's already paid off more than half!" Silver protested.

"But there's an interest, isn't there? Your father should have thought of that before he borrowed so much," Eliza scoffed, walking back up the stairs.

"He did it to feed me!" Silver argued.

"His mistake." And the door slammed hard.

💙

What would it be like to be

What would it be like to be free (Free)

Free to try crazy things

Free from endless IOUs

Free to fly

Free to sing

💗

Amore's gaze looked upon Fioare, one of the gardeners, and the one he has fallen in love with, but couldn't do it mainly because he worried about his mother's disapproval.

💗

And marry whom I choose

💗

Queen Serena walks over and pats his shoulder, alerting him to a hug, "I'm so sorry, my darling. But as you know, you must marry Prince Ruggie. It is the only way to take care of our people.

"I know," Amore sighed, "It's my duty."

The maid walks in and hands Amore a gift, carefully wrapped in stings and ribbons.

"Oh! And look!" Queen Serena cheered, "Another engagement gift!"

Amore sighs and faked a smile as he walks away, looking at his unopened gift, almost ripping out the strings.

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You would think that I'm so lucky

That I have so many things

I'm realizing that every present comes with strings

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Silver smiles as he dances with a long fabric, followed by many birds as he gets more for the wedding suits.

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Though I know I have so little

My determination's strong

People will gather around the world to hear my song

Can I come along?

💙💗

Amore finally found his way to his room, as he looks around for anyone to not disturb him as he rushes to his balcony and sighs in the afterglow of the fresh air.

Silver opens the small terrence window and helps the birds out and watches as they fly into the air, going to whatever they wanted and no one could ever stop.

💗💙

Now I fear I'll never be

Soon I will forever be

Free

I close my eyes and feel myself fly

A thousand miles away

I could take flight, but would it be right?

My conscience tells me "Stay"

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Amore watched and looks down at the village below them, and knew that he couldn't be so selfish and that the village should matter to him.

Silver watches his father struggle, only for a short while. He knows that Lilia could handle himself, but he hates that he has to watch his father struggle, not only physically, but with the debt that he had caused by him.

💗💙

I'll remain forever royal

I'll repay my Father's debt

Duty means doing the

Things your heart may well regret

But I'll never stop believing

She can never stop my schemes

There's more to living than

Gloves and gowns and threads and seams

In my dreams

I'll be free

💙💗

💜

The night shined brightly as Amore looked out his window, watching the stars shine brightly above him. He watched the knights travel around the castle, guarding.

But he wasn't happy.

"Why?" He pondered, "I don't know why life has to be surrounded by sadness and loss...after this, what should I expect from life afterward? Being a wife in a loveless marriage? I don't want that, and I don't want to be stuck here. Maybe, I could have one day of freedom, even if I have to wait, just one day is what I want."

Amore eyes noticed Crewel walking out, his dalmatians following him out, and walking out the balcony, watching him leave.

"That's..odd," Amore muttered, "Why would Crewel go to the forest? At this late at night, too."

Amore sighed and closed the door and walk inside, "I can ask him in the morning," he yawned and lays on his bed, his eyes slowly closing.

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In the royal mines, two men were inside, codenamed Dee and Dum, as they were associated with bad business, ie, finding and stealing gems so the kingdom could stay bankrupt, until...

"Dum?"

"Yeah, Dee."

Dee grabbed a rock from one of the carts and held it out to Dum, "What is this?"

"Oh," Dum chuckled, "I put that there."

"You idiot! We are supposed to find gems, not stupid boulders!" Dee hissed and throws the boulder away, "Do you even remember the boss's plan."

"Yes?"

A tremble was heard, like a rock slide, alerting both of the men.

Thinking that someone had found their location, they rushed inside a cart, as a light went closer and closer, until Crewel entered his head, grinning wickedly.

"Hello." He whispered.

"Ah, boss," Dee gasped, "We thought you were someone else."

"Who did you think I was? The Queen?" Crewel sighed.

"Of course not." Dum laughed, "We knew it was you."

"What did you find?"

Dee smiles and hands Crewel a golden nugget, which was big enough for Crewel as he snatched it.

"This is perfect! This will be enough to save this kingdom, and enough to make me richer than the queen herself!"

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I've been bowing, I've been scraping

I've been lying like a rug

And for ten long years, I've had to pay my dues

But today I am escaping

For the last gold has been dug

It was waiting there, so how could I refuse?

💟

Crewel imagined himself delivering the gold, getting praise from everyone around him, especially the queen and Amore. And becoming the king in progress.

💟

I'm returning home a hero

Who's discovered mighty wealth

And what better husband could a princess choose?

I'm the suitor who will suit him

Bring the kingdom back to health

And I'll wear the crown, for how could I refuse?

Raise every glass and rouse every cheer

Praise that the reign of Crewel is here

Master in charge of all that I see

All hail me

And by marrying the prince

I get all that I desire

Like a moat, an ermine coat and palace views

Even though he treats me coldly

It's a sign of inner fire

For inside he's thinking "How can I refuse?"

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"Does he know about the.." Dum mumbled to Dee.

"What are you two muttering about over there?" Crewel demanded.

"Well, the engagement," Dee answered, "Remember? The prince is destined to marry Prince Ruggie? In two weeks?"

"Hm, oh...that was happening," Crewel snarled.

"Yeah, I mean, the queen is a queen, she had a crown, a specter, and has a big fancy chair, and-"

💟

Silencio! No! I won't let go!

This peasant son won't turn and run because some reckless royal chose another beau

Ah!

💟

He smirked and clutched the gold in his hand as a plan soon entered his hand.

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It's a temporary setback

It's a momentary lapse

But conveniently my ego doesn't bruise

And the moment that I get back I will show them who's the boss

You can bet your bullion there'll be no "I do's"

💟

"What's the plan boss?"

"Oh, let me explain." Crewel laughed.

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Yes, suppose the boy goes missing

So the prince says "Au revoir"

Then I find him, bring him back, and make the news

Then the queen will be so grateful

That she'll pledge the heir to moi

And I'll humbly tell her

"How can I refuse?"

When our ceremony's over I'll arise and take the throne

And that nitwit Amore can kiss my shoes

For the kingdom and the castle Will be mine and mine alone

If the crown should fit, then how can I refuse?

💟

"So you two, kidnap the prince by the end of this week, hide him in that desolate cabin in the woods, and keep him there until the prince leaves and the wedding's off."

"Of course, boss!" Dum proclaimed happily.

💟

So get ready with the roses (So get ready with the roses)

And stand by with the champagne (And stand by with the champagne)

When you've got a brilliant plan you never lose (When you've got a brilliant plan you never lose)

Yes, before this chapter closes (Yes, before this chapter closes)

I'll be big as Charlemagne (He'll be big as Charlemagne)

It's a thankless job but how can I refuse? (It's a thankless job but how can he refuse?)

How can I refuse? (How can he refuse?)

💟

Crewel laughs echoed within the caves, causing bats to fly out into the dim night above.

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[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 510

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 75: God Seekers 4

Gen 4:26 And a son was also born to Seth, whom he named Enosh. AT THAT TIME PEOPLE BEGAN to worship the LORD. NET

Professional Relationship 4

It must be acknowledged and understood that no matter the form or Class of reasons why men seek or approach God, it is all formerly presented on the Platform or foundation of Praise, Worship and thanksgiving.

Psa 100:4 You can pass through his open gates with the PASSWORD of PRAISE. COME RIGHT INTO HIS PRESENCE WITH THANKSGIVING. Come bring your thank offering to him and affectionately bless his beautiful name! TPT

Whatever Request you are making with God, either based on Hunger, Pain, Sickness or Relevance, you are ultimately to present them on the platter of thanksgiving.

Php 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything. Instead, in every situation, through PRAYER and PETITION with THANKSGIVING, tell your requests to God. NET

Now, the 2nd Class of “Returns” we bring to God are the Lives of other Men to join us as servants of God.

This is what Jesus laboured and gave up His life to accomplish.

Heb 2:10 God—the one who made all things and for whose glory all things exist—WANTED MANY PEOPLE TO BE HIS CHILDREN AND SHARE HIS GLORY. SO HE DID WHAT HE NEEDED TO DO. He made perfect the one who leads those people to salvation. HE MADE JESUS A PERFECT SAVIOR THROUGH HIS SUFFERING. ERV

Well, Jesus was a “once for all” sacrifice for humanity, and so we are not expected to do it exactly the way He did but our goals are same: we are to win Souls and bring them to God.

Joh 15:16 You did not choose me; I CHOSE YOU AND APPOINTED YOU TO GO AND BEAR MUCH FRUIT, THE KIND OF FRUIT THAT ENDURES. And so the Father will GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU ASK OF HIM IN MY NAME. GNB

Considering the illustration of Machinery we’ve been applying before, every Manufacturer hopes to enlarge his coast eventually, as he profits from his initial investments.

Mar 12:1-2 Jesus then told them this story: A FARMER ONCE PLANTED A VINEYARD. He built a wall around it and dug a pit to crush the grapes in. He also built a lookout tower. Then he rented out his vineyard and left the country. WHEN IT WAS HARVEST TIME, HE SENT A SERVANT TO GET HIS SHARE OF THE GRAPES. CEV

This is evidently why the “clause” in John 15:16 indicate Productivity as a condition for receiving answers to prayers. It shows how important Soul-Winning is to God.

The 3rd Class of “Returns” we bring to God are not directly about “we” bringing, but about other men who are inspired by our Lives to bring Praise and Worship back to God.

Mat 5:16 SO DON’T HIDE YOUR LIGHT! Let it shine brightly before others, SO THAT THE COMMENDABLE THINGS YOU DO WILL SHINE AS LIGHT UPON THEM, AND THEN THEY WILL GIVE THEIR PRAISE TO YOUR FATHER IN HEAVEN.” TPT

Every Manufacturer will hope for promotions that reveal and impress his products to an ever-increasing hoard of prospective customers.

Many companies reward their promoters.

The most impressive way to incite Worship of God from men’s lips is to help, do good to, and be a blessing to them in every way possible.

Psa 112:9 He has scattered abroad; he has given to the poor; his righteousness endures forever; his horn shall be lifted up with honor. MKJV

The people you do good to in the name of the Lord, could in turn be the ones that will make petitions for you before God, and may even win a favour for you.

Your life to them has indicated God’s goodness and could eventually cause them to embrace God.

Act 9:39 So Peter went with them. When he arrived, he was taken upstairs. All the widows stood around him. They were crying and showing Peter the articles of clothing that Dorcas had made while she was still with them. GW

But we must never get confused by assuming that “Returns” really mean that God needs us so much. He can always do without me and you, but we can never do without Him.

Heb 4:16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need. KJV

May your connection to God yield the utmost of benefits, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, May 15, 2024

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[legends-of-time]

Amelia’s Story (BBC Merlin Story)

Chapter 3: Becoming Too Real

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Just one week after Amelia had met Ygraine and Uther, disaster happens. She's laying on her blanket outside while Helen relaxes in a chair when a messenger on a horse arrives at the house. At first, she does not realise anything is wrong until she hears shocked gasps coming from Helen.

"George! George!" Cries Helen. "You will never believe what happened!"

"What is it, Helen?" George says confusedly as he steps out of their home as he hears his wife's cries.

"It is the Queen! She went into labour too early and has passed!" Helen sobs. This makes Amelia confused as she swears Ygraine had another month at least.

George clearly shares a her confusion, "but she was not due for another month! She said so herself!"

"It was shock that caused her to go into giving birth prematurely," Helen explains. "She had just gotten a letter that her sister had died."

"Vivienne? But she was so well." George comments still sounding very confused.

"They found her in the woods. She had a servant to hand her sister a letter she had written and then ran off." Helen exclaims. What happened in the woods?

"Poor Morgana and Gorlois!" George cries. "Uther as well. Did the baby survive?"

"Yes, a healthy baby boy. An heir."

This whole situation is overwhelming. George and Helen obviously believe that as Amelia is only a month old baby and she won't understand what they are talking about. The show never really explained what happened to Morgana and Morgause's mother. It does sound very dodgy though. Vivienne simply rode into the woods after telling someone to send a letter to her sister before being found dead. What happened in the woods and what was in that letter that caused Ygraine's early labour?

Amelia knows that the Great Purge is going to begin now. Uther likely used magic to impregnate his wife as he did in the show and now he is going to punish thousands of innocent people for something they cannot control to lessen his guilt. It is also going to make a lot of people angry and vengeful and this causes her mind to drift towards Morgause. She is likely with the High Priestesses at the Isle of the Blessed by now. Though Amelia knows she does not need to worry about Morgause for a while.

——

Amelia does not meet Morgana or Arthur, however, until she is 3 years old. It is another trip to the Castle. She has not returned since Ygraine's death and Arthur's birth but George has and sometimes Helen too. This means that Amelia has not had the opportunity to meet Arthur or Morgana. To be honest she is getting tired of waiting.

When they arrive in the Council Chambers, the Court seems more sombre than Amelia remembers and that partly might be due to the fact that Uther is not as joyful himself as he was when she first met him. She straightens herself uncomfortably and tries not to start tugging at her long brown hair that's been half pinned up.

They are announced once again by the herald, which still makes Amelia jump, and then all three of them begin walking towards where Uther sits at the other end of the Hall.

"Helen, George, it is good to see you," Uther utters. "You do not come often enough." He gives them a small smile.

"We apologise, Sire," George answers respectfully. "I hope you remember our daughter Amelia?" At the sound of her name, Amelia steps from Helen's side and curtsies like Helen and her Nanny had taught her. Uther simply looks at her with a sad glance.

"My my you've grown haven't you?" This unnerves Amelia slightly and she does not respond until she feels Helen nudge her side with a leg.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Amelia says quietly.

Uther then beckons a woman that Amelia had noticed over to them and when she did a small mop of blonde hair pops from behind her and a pair of blue eyes like hers watching Amelia. After analysing him for a minute, Amelia realises that this must be Arthur.

"This is my son Arthur," Uther states proudly. "I am sure the two of you are going to be the best of friends." This causes Arthur to turn his stare toward her and shyly give her a smile while Amelia returns it.

"Nanny why don't you take the two of them to the Nursery," Uther orders. "I am sure that Gorlois's daughter is already there with her own Nanny."

"Yes, Sire," the Nanny murmurs before taking Arthur's hand as well as Amelia's. She looks toward Helen, who gives her an encouraging smile.

The Nanny then begins to lead Arthur and Amelia down the hall away from the Council Chambers. They walk down many halls not speaking a word to each other until they arrive at another door. Arthur's Nanny knocks and the door opens to reveal another woman.

"Your Highness," the woman utters curtsying. "Nanny Grey, My Lady." She opens the door.

The three of them step into a room of considerable size even though this is a room for one child. Royals. The room must be inside one of the Castle's turrets as it is of a round nature. There is the obvious cot in the corner with expensive white silks hanging over it and opposite the cot, on the other side of the room is a large window with the same type of silk as the cot framing it. There is also a door on one side that Amelia doesn't know where it leads.

After analysing this, she then notices a young girl with dark hair that might as well of been cut from the same cloth as the silk on the cot and curtains and skin that makes it obvious that she dinot see the sun often in the middle of the room playing. Morgana.

"My Lady? Arthur is back and he's brought a new friend for all of you to play with." The woman, who opened the door, speaks in a clear calm voice. This causes Morgana to glance up and run up to them with a doll in her hands.

She looked at Amelia and bluntly asks, "Who are you?"

"Lady Morgana!" Her Nanny immediately scolds. Amelia does not really mind and instead, she grabs Arthur's and Morgana's hands and pulls them towards the toys.

"I am Amelia by the way. We can be friends." Amelia says hoping that this will work because she genuinely does want to be friends with Morgana and get to know her.

"Alright then." She sniffs trying to act like she does not care when she does actually look interested. "Let us all play."

As they begin to play Arthur then pipes up, "Can I be friends with you too?"

"Of course," Amelia says warmly thinking how adorable Arthur looks at this age, it makes her want to squash his cheeks.

——

Just as Amelia hopes, they all grow up close from that point on, of course, she and Morgana are not always in Camelot as Gorlois is still alive and Amelia has her own home with George and Helen. However, they visit often especially on special events, birthdays for example. Wanting to be good friends with the two of them on one hand stems from her obsession with the show and wanting to get to know the characters and on the other hand, it comes from her want to full fill Ygraine's wish that they would be close.

Of course, it is not always fun and games. During this time since Arthur's birth, Uther has been executing anyone with some type of magic. Due to the fact that Amelia is to everyone a very small child, she is mostly kept away from the brutality of the Great Purge. Though whenever he can, Uther will bring up his view, what he sees as the correct view, that magic is evil.

When she and Arthur are old enough to have lessons, Helen, George and Amelia move to the Castle, as Morgana had a year earlier, so that she can join Morgana with her Governess while Arthur is having his own separate lessons to prepare him for being King. The only lesson they all share is being taught to sword fight, which Helen is not happy with as she does not see this as very ladylike but George and Gorlois feel that it is important for Amelia and Morgana to learn some type of self-defence.

Science is an interesting one due to the fact that it is not developed as it is in the 21st century, not that Amelia remembers all that she was taught but she remembers the odd thing, which completely contradicts what she is being taught in Camelot.

One obvious topic that all three of them are taught is the evilness of magic, which annoys Amelia cause this is Uther's attempt to brainwash all of them. She often openly disagrees with her Governess over this and of course, this is reported back to Uther. He often lectures her on how she is only young and does not truly understand the world. Amelia still argues back and from seeing her do this, Morgana often backs her up, which Amelia is grateful for as she is still only small and Uther is very imposing.

However, one day when Amelia is six, Uther has enough and decides to show what happens to people who practise magic and those that help them. Her first execution. Amelia has never seen anyone die in her life ever, especially witnessing someone lose their head. People like Gaius, who she has gotten to know well whenever she needs medical help, George and Helen try to persuade Uther from doing this but he argues that she needs to be taught what happens to those who are 'evil' sorcerers. He seems the type of parent to give tough treatment, to show children the harsh reality.

It is not a day that you would forget. Amelia remembers being led to the Balcony by a servant that she does not recognise, she is kept near the back though while Uther stands at the front for all to see. Then the drumbeat begins, Amelia sees two Guards begin to lead the young woman towards the execution block that is in the middle of the Square, surrounded by a large enough crowd. Uther begins his speech about the 'justice' that is going to happen and the 'evilness' of this person as Guards lead the woman up the steps of the stand the block sits on. Amelia admires this woman for her strength as while looking like she is about to cry, she is able to control her emotions and be calm despite the fact that she is going to die.

As the woman begins to kneel down and place her head on the block, Amelia begins to feel her blood gushing in her ears, she feels like her heart is beating so loud that everyone can hear it and she half expects Uther to turn around and scold her but he does not. Amelia watches the executioner lift up the axe and begin to lower it when Uther gives him the signal.

(A/N: this next chapter is a bit descriptive so if you don't like that skip this next paragraph)

The axe seems to be moving in slow motion and even though Amelia knows that she should turn her eyes away from the scene so she will not see the woman lose her head, she cannot turn her eyes away from it. It gets nearer and nearer until there is a thump. The woman's head falls to the floor, blood pouring from where the head used to be making Amelia feel sick, but the worst bit is seeing how her body carries on twitching for a few moments before going still.

Her heart is beating so loud that Amelia does not hear the gasps of the crowd nor Uther calling her name, she can only see the woman's body and the Guards putting her head into a basket.

"Amelia, Amelia," Uther cries, but in concern, before grabbing her small shoulders so that Amelia would look at him tearing her gaze from the horrific sight in front of her. "Do you understand Amelia? Do you understand that I do this to protect you from the evil magic causes?"

Amelia only stares at him before fleeing from the Balcony towards Gaius's Chambers where she hopes to find him leaving Uther yelling her name.

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A/N: Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

#bbc merlin #merlin

[troybeecham]

Wednesday in Holy Week

The Gospel reading and a reflection:

John 13:21-32 (NRSV)

Jesus was troubled in spirit, and declared, “Very truly, I tell you, one of you will betray me.” The disciples looked at one another, uncertain of whom he was speaking. One of his disciples—the one whom Jesus loved—was reclining next to him; Simon Peter therefore motioned to him to ask Jesus of whom he was speaking. So while reclining next to Jesus, he asked him, “Lord, who is it?” Jesus answered, “It is the one to whom I give this piece of bread when I have dipped it in the dish.” So when he had dipped the piece of bread, he gave it to Judas son of Simon Iscariot. After he received the piece of bread, Satan entered into him. Jesus said to him, “Do quickly what you are going to do.” Now no one at the table knew why he said this to him. Some thought that, because Judas had the common purse, Jesus was telling him, “Buy what we need for the festival”; or, that he should give something to the poor. So, after receiving the piece of bread, he immediately went out. And it was night. When he had gone out, Jesus said, “Now the Son of Man has been glorified, and God has been glorified in him. If God has been glorified in him, God will also glorify him in himself and will glorify him at once.”

After all the travel, the multitudes, the triumphal entry, Jesus withdraws to a small room to share a last supper with his 12 closest disciples. Jesus shows his humility and his love for his disciples by washing their feet at the Last Supper – an act of ritual cleansing, rather than merely of hygiene. It is something Christians around the world will commemorate tomorrow evening, washing each other’s feet. By doing so, he has set an example for them, for us all; if he, being Lord of all, consistently chooses humility, long-suffering, compassion, meekness... how much more must they should do it for each other if they want to be his disciples in truth? (v. 13)

As we know, there is one of his closest disciples, Judas, who will not follow his example, but will betray him (v. 18), as Jesus quotes from Psalm 41:9, “the one “who ate of my bread, has lifted the heel against me”, foretelling his actions to come. Jesus forewarns the rest of his disciples, knowing that they will abandon him and lose faith in him, when he is arrested, put on trial, tortured, and murdered (v. 19). One disciple, his closest - the one whom he loved - asks about who will be the betrayer. Jesus tells him the sign, and yet Judas’ betrayal of him will only serve God’s purpose, as all things must do in time.

The Gospel writer then gives us a touching insight into Jesus’ humanity in a moment of crisis: Jesus is “troubled in spirit” – who could not be, especially when being betrayed by a close companion.

This disciple whom Jesus loved, usually understood to be John, the one to whom Jesus entrusts care of his mother in (19:25-27); it is he who identifies Jesus in his post-resurrection appearance (21:7). At the conclusion of the gospel, the writer say that this is the disciple “who is testifying to these things and has written them” (21:24).

For Christians, the Blessed Sacrament of Jesus’ Body experienced through the matter of shared bread is seen as the fountain of renewed life in him. But on this night, the sign of giving of bread is the opposite of communion, identifying who will betray him. The power of the Sacrament can still reveal to us today our spiritual need as well as redeem us from sin. In this instance, it reveals the evil at the heart of Judas and that his heart has become hardened in order to betray Jesus.

Rather than tell the other disciples what Judas is about to do, or try to talk him out of it, Jesus urges Judas to carry out “quickly” (v. 27) his betrayal. The other disciples, like we ourselves, are confused, perhaps disbelieving that one of their friends could be false, are unable or unwilling to accept it. “Night” (v. 30) is often used as a metaphor for evil when compared to day as a metaphor for good. Earlier in the Gospel, John uses this same metaphor (3:19) writing that Jesus is “the light come into the world”. The Gospel goes on to explain that “All who do evil hate the light and do not come to the light, so that their deeds may not be exposed” ( 3:20). This shared meal, meant to reveal their mutual love and oneness has instead revealed their brokenness and mutual suspicion born out of jealousy. In the following days, this broken fellowship becomes a scattered flock, a microcosm of the deep fault lines amongst the people of Israel that lead to Jesus’ death, crucifixion and resurrection, events that are now underway as they recline at supper. In the same way, the broken communion of world Christianity is a terrible wound in the body of Jesus, caused by ancient rivalries, jealousies, arrogance, and all the evils these spawn.

How great is the love of Jesus that he still endures our brokenness, betrayal, and turnings away. How majestic is the promise that even the worst of what we can do is not enough to stop the love of God! In his humility Jesus is truly glorified. How deeply we long for the return of Jesus, when his body, the Church, will be healed, reunified, and glorified.

Lord God, whose blessed Son our Savior gave his body to be whipped and his face to be spit upon: Give us grace to accept joyfully the sufferings of the present time, confident of the glory that shall be revealed; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever.

Amen.

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[dfroza]

The Scriptures foretold of this day:

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 12th chapter of the book of John:

Six days before the Passover feast, Jesus journeyed to the village of Bethany, to the home of Lazarus who had recently been raised from the dead, where they hosted Him for dinner. Martha was busy serving as the hostess, Lazarus reclined at the table with Him, and Mary took a pound of fine ointment, pure nard (which is both rare and expensive), and anointed Jesus’ feet with it; and then she wiped them with her hair. As the pleasant fragrance of this extravagant ointment filled the entire house, Judas Iscariot, one of His disciples (who was plotting to betray Jesus), began to speak.

Judas Iscariot: How could she pour out this vast amount of fine oil? Why didn’t she sell it? It is worth nearly a year’s wages; the money could have been given to the poor.

This had nothing to do with Judas’s desire to help the poor. The truth is he served as the treasurer, and he helped himself to the money from the common pot at every opportunity.

Jesus: Leave her alone. She has observed this custom in anticipation of the day of My burial. The poor are ever present, but I will be leaving.

Word spread of Jesus’ presence, and a large crowd was gathering to see Jesus and the formerly deceased Lazarus, whom He had brought back from the dead. The chief priests were secretly plotting Lazarus’s murder since, because of him, many Jews were leaving their teachings and believing in Jesus.

The next day, a great crowd of people who had come to the festival heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem; so they gathered branches of palm trees to wave as they celebrated His arrival.

Crowds (shouting): Hosanna!

He who comes in the name of the Lord is truly blessed

and is King of all Israel.

Jesus found a young donkey, sat on it, and rode through the crowds mounted on this small beast. The Scriptures foretold of this day:

Daughter of Zion, do not be afraid.

Watch! Your King is coming.

You will find Him seated on the colt of a donkey.

The disciples did not understand any of this at the time; these truths did not sink in until Jesus had been glorified. As they reflected on their memories of Jesus, they realized these things happened just as they were written. Those who witnessed the resurrection of Lazarus enthusiastically spoke of Jesus to all who would listen, and that is why the crowd went out to meet Him. They had heard of the miraculous sign He had done.

Pharisees (to one another): Our efforts to squelch Him have not worked, but now is not the time for action. Look, the world is following after Him.

Among the crowds traveling to Jerusalem were Greeks seeking to follow God and worship at the great feast. Some of them came to Philip with an important request.

Greek Pilgrims (to Philip): Sir, we are hoping to meet Jesus.

Philip, a disciple from the Galilean village of Bethsaida, told Andrew that these Greeks wanted to see Jesus. Together Andrew and Philip approached Jesus to inform Him about the request.

Jesus (to Philip and Andrew): The time has come for the Son of Man to be glorified. I tell you the truth: unless a grain of wheat is planted in the ground and dies, it remains a solitary seed. But when it is planted, it produces in death a great harvest. The one who loves this life will lose it, and the one who despises it in this world will have life forevermore. Anyone who serves Me must follow My path; anyone who serves Me will want to be where I am, and he will be honored by the Father. My spirit is low and unsettled. How can I ask the Father to save Me from this hour? This hour is the purpose for which I have come into the world. But what I can say is this: “Father, glorify Your name!”

Suddenly a voice echoed from the heavens.

The Father: I have glorified My name. And again I will bring glory in this hour that will resound throughout time.

The crowd of people surrounding Jesus were confused.

Some in the Crowd: It sounded like thunder.

Others: A heavenly messenger spoke to Him.

Jesus: The voice you hear has not spoken for My benefit, but for yours. Now judgment comes upon this world, and everything will change. The tyrant of this world, Satan, will be thrown out. When I am lifted up from the earth, then all of humanity will be drawn to Me.

These words foreshadowed the nature of His death.

Crowd: The law teaches that the Anointed is the One who will remain without end. How can You say it is essential that the Son of Man be lifted up? Who is this Son of Man You are talking about?

Jesus: Light is among you, but very soon it will flicker out. Walk as you have the light, and then the darkness will not surround you. Those who walk in darkness don’t know where they are going. While the light is with you, believe in the light; and you will be reborn as sons and daughters of the light.

After speaking these words, Jesus left the people to go to a place of seclusion. Despite all the signs He performed, they still did not believe in Him. Isaiah spoke of this reality, saying,

Lord, who could accept what we’ve been told?

And who has seen the awesome power of the Lord revealed?

This is the reason they are unable to believe. Isaiah also said,

God has blinded their eyes

and hardened their hearts

So that their eyes cannot see properly

and their hearts cannot understand

and be persuaded

by the truth to turn to Me

and be reconciled by My healing hand.

Isaiah could say this because he had seen the glory of the Lord with his own eyes and declared His beauty aloud. Yet many leaders secretly believed in Him but would not declare their faith because the Pharisees continued their threats to expel all His followers from the synagogue; here’s why: they loved to please men more than they desired to glorify God.

Jesus (crying out before the people): Anyone who believes in Me is not placing his faith in Me, but in the One who sent Me here. If one sees Me, he sees the One who sent Me. I am here to bring light in this world, freeing everyone who believes in Me from the darkness that blinds him. If anyone listening to My teachings chooses to ignore them, so be it: I have come to liberate the world, not to judge it. However, those who reject Me and My teachings will be judged: in the last day, My words will be their judge because I am not speaking of My own volition and from My own authority. The Father who sent Me has commanded Me what to say and speak. I know His command is eternal life, so every word I utter originates in Him.

The Book of John, Chapter 12 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice:

His followers may suspect during their time with Jesus that He is more than a man, but it takes the power and glory of the resurrection to convince them completely that Jesus is divine. When they see Him, touch Him, and hear the sound of His voice thunder in their souls, the disciples know they are face-to-face with God’s immense glory, the unique Son of God. Reading and rereading the Scriptures in light of their experiences of Him, it becomes clear that Jesus’ life and story are the climax of God’s covenants with His people.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 16th chapter of the book of 1st Samuel where David is chosen by God as the new king and Samuel anoints him in Bethlehem where the eternal King and Messiah would be born from the womb of a virgin:

Eternal One (to Samuel): How long will you mourn over Saul? I have rejected him as king over My people Israel. Now take your horn, fill it with oil, and depart. I have selected a new king for Me from among the sons of Jesse of Bethlehem.

Samuel: How can I do that? If Saul hears I am anointing a new king, he will kill me!

Eternal One: Take a heifer with you, and say, “I have come to sacrifice to the Eternal One.” Invite Jesse to that sacrifice, and when he arrives, I will show you what to do. You will anoint for Me the one I show to you.

Samuel did as the Eternal One had told him, and he went to Bethlehem. The elders of the city came out to him, unsure of what business he had there.

Elders (trembling): Do you come in peace?

Samuel: Yes, in peace. I have come to sacrifice to the Eternal One. Sanctify yourselves, and come with me to the sacrifice.

And Samuel consecrated Jesse and his sons and invited them to the sacrifice as well. When they came, he noticed the eldest son, Eliab.

Samuel (to himself): Surely this is the one the Eternal One will anoint.

Eternal One (to Samuel): Take no notice of his looks or his height. He is not the one, for the Eternal One does not pay attention to what humans value. Humans only care about the external appearance, but the Eternal considers the inner character.

Jesse called his son Abinadab and brought him to Samuel. Samuel looked at him.

Samuel: The Eternal has not chosen him either.

Then Jesse brought his son Shammah in front of Samuel.

Samuel: The Eternal has not chosen him either.

Jesse walked seven of his sons in front of Samuel, and each time, Samuel refused them because the Eternal One had chosen none of them.

Samuel (to Jesse): Are all your sons here?

Jesse: All but the youngest. He is off keeping the sheep.

Samuel: Send for him, and bring him here. We will not sit down until he arrives.

Jesse sent for the youngest son, David, and he came in front of Samuel. He was a handsome boy, with a healthy complexion and bright eyes.

Eternal One: Rise and anoint him, because this is the one.

Then Samuel took the horn filled with olive oil and anointed him in the presence of his brothers, and the Spirit of the Eternal fell strongly on David and remained from that day on. Samuel then left for Ramah.

The Spirit of the Eternal left Saul, and an evil spirit sent from the Eternal One tormented him. Saul’s servants saw this.

Servants (to Saul): Look, an evil spirit from God is terrorizing you. Let our lord command that his servants find someone skillful on the harp, so that when this evil spirit from God is bothering you, he will play and ease your mind.

Saul (to his servants): I agree. Find someone who can play well, and bring him here to me.

One of the younger men there spoke up.

A Young Servant: I know someone, one of the sons of Jesse of Bethlehem, who plays skillfully and who is a man of courage, a warrior, sensible in what he says, and handsome; and the Eternal One is surely with him.

So Saul dispatched messengers to Jesse.

Saul’s Message: Send your son David, who is watching your flocks, to me. Your king needs his service.

So Jesse did as his king commanded. He sent Saul a young goat and a donkey loaded down with bread and a skin of wine by his son David. David came to Saul and served him. The king loved him greatly and made David his armor-bearer. Then he sent a message to Jesse.

Saul’s Message: David has impressed me. Please allow him to remain here in my service.

Whenever God allowed the evil spirit to afflict Saul, David would play the harp, Saul would be relieved of his torment, and the evil spirit would depart.

The Book of 1st Samuel, Chapter 16 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Sunday, October 23 of 2022 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about the creative “dust” of garden earth:

In our Torah portion for this week (i.e., Bereshit) we read more about God's creative glory: “Then the LORD God (יְהוָה אֱלֹהִים) formed the man from dust of the ground (עָפָר מִן־הָאֲדָמָה) and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life (נִשְׁמַת חַיִּים), and the man became a living soul” (Gen. 2:7).

We tend to think of “dust” in self-effacing terms; for example, repenting in “dust and ashes” expresses unworthiness and sinfulness. Yet the dust God used to form Adam was not worthless, but instead represented very fine particles of creation, a substance suspended midway between heaven and earth, almost a “spiritual matter.” It is a “precious dust.” This is suggested by the fact that God first intended man to be his image bearer and only then used dust as the material for that higher end.

The sages note that regarding the creation of animals, God said, “Let the earth (eretz) bring forth according to their kinds” (Gen. 1:24), but regarding man he said, “Let us make him be’tzelmeinu - in our image and after our likeness” (Gen. 1:26), suggesting that the human being is an analogy of God. Therefore God brought forth the lower animals in groups, but he created Adam as the only one of its kind, the son of God and prince of God’s creation. God breathed into Adam nishmat chayim (נִשְׁמַת חַיִּים), “a living soul” (the word neshamah [נשָׁמָה] is used to describe life breathed into humans, not to animals). The LORD breathed “out of himself” to share his own spirit with mankind... Therefore your soul does not come from nature, but from God; your inner essence originates directly from the LORD. Yeshua breathes out and says to you, "Receive the Holy Spirit” (John 20:22).

The first occurrence of the Name YHVH (יהוה) concerns the creation of Adam, when the LORD breathed into him the gift of life... When Adam first opened his eyes and human consciousness was born, he immediately understood that the LORD created all things, including himself. According to midrash, Adam's first words were, יהוה מֶלֶךְ עוֹלָם וָעֶד / Adonai malakh olam va'ed: "The LORD is King for ever and ever" (Exod. 15:18). God then said, "Now the whole world will know that I am King," and He was very pleased. This was the "tov me'od" (טוֹב מְאד) moment of creation, when God saw all that He had made "and found it very good" (Gen. 1:31). Amen, this is true for us, even after the fall of humanity into sin, for Yeshua our LORD restores the lost image of God within the believing heart, as it is written: “And as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly Man” (1 Cor. 15:49). Therefore "let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Praise ye the LORD! (Psalm 150:6). [Hebrew for Christians]

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Psalm 150:6 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm150-6-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm150-6-lesson.pdf

Podcast:

https://hebrew4christians.com/training/the-dust-of-god/

and another about “resting” in grace:

Our Torah reading for this week (Bereshit) includes the famous words recited every Friday night at the outset of the Kiddush ceremony: "Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God completed his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had done. And God blessed the seventh day, and called it holy, because on it God rested from all his work which He created and made" (Gen. 2:1-3).

The phrase "on the seventh day God completed his work" bothered the Torah commentator Rashi, since it says in another place that all the work of creation was completed during the first six days (Gen 1:31). Rashi then asks, "What was lacking at the end of the sixth day?” And he answers: menuchah (מְנוּחָה), a word that means “rest” (from a root [נוּחַ] that means to repose, comfort, etc.). In other words, God created rest as the consummation of the creative process. Rest is something more than the cessation of activity; it is a means of renewal and reconnecting with what is most important, namely, the goal, purpose, or reason for our lives. Instead of focusing on doing things ("work"), we focus on our being and what we mean before the eyes of heaven. And that is why we "sanctify" the Sabbath day -- to set it apart as a time we attune ourselves to God and to recover the meaning why he created us in this world.

The Sabbath is therefore not a time of passive rest but rather the climax of God's creation itself. It is a picture of heaven itself, the rest and blessing of eternal life. All creation is for the sake of Messiah, which is to say, is for the sake of our salvation and union with God given through him. When Yeshua cried out "It is finished!" he signified that the work for our salvation was complete. There is a therefore a "Sabbath rest" for the people of God, for those who have entered His rest have also ceased from their works as God did from His (Heb. 4:9-10). And that's the deeper principle of Sabbath, after all: to cease from our works and to be sustained by God's grace. Shabbat Shalom chaverim. [Hebrew for Christians]

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Exod. 20:8 reading with commentary:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/exod20-8-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/exod20-8-lesson.pdf

10.21.22 • Facebook

from an email by Glenn Jackson:

October 23rd

WHAT LOVE WILL DO

[part 3 of 4]

Constraining Love

* There is a master thought in 2 Cor. 5:14-15, "For the love of Christ constraineth me." Weymouth translates it, "For the love of Christ overmasters us."

Someone had accused Paul of being "beside himself." He explains it on the ground that this new kind of Love has overwhelmed him, gained the ascendency in his life.

Moffatt's translation, "For I am controlled by the love of Christ, convinced that as One has died for all, then all have died, and that he died for all in order to have the living live no longer for themselves but for him who died and rose for them."

When we learn the secret of this strange, new kind of love it will gain the mastery over us as it did with Paul. It will make us God-like lovers.

There will no longer be any fear of man, for this love will cast out all that demoniacal fear. It will make us on the one hand as gentle as Jesus, and on the other hand it will make us conquerors.

We understand what it means to have love abounding in all its fullness through us. It will illumine the knowledge we have gained from our study of the Word.

"And this I pray, that your love may abound yet more and more in knowledge and all discernment." Phil. 1:9.

Then again in 1 Peter 4:8, "Above all things being fervent in your love among yourselves." The word "fervent" really means "white-heated," or "heated to the welding point."

When love becomes white-heated the whole congregation will blend into one.

The blacksmith heats the metal until it is white-heated. Then he puts the two pieces together and they became welded together as one.

Welded together in love! Wouldn't that make a beautiful Church, fitly framed and welded together, made after the design of the Father himself?

You remember the Father gave Moses the design of the Tabernacle and the Holy of Holies. Now He has designed the Church, and He is going to weld it together into one "that ye may be one, even as the Father and I are one."

They can only be welded together with this Jesus-kind of love.

Col. 2:2, "That their hearts may be comforted, they being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding."

Do you see the wealth wrapped up in this? Hearts knit together in love. As love touches the mind and illuminates the spirit, the fullness of assurance fills your very being.

How we have prayed for faith and power, but this eliminates all that useless struggling.

We have the fullness and ability of God; the very sufficiency of God is in us.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

October 23, 2022

Light Affliction?

“For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)

Paul’s afflictions could hardly be considered “light” in the realm of natural human reasoning. Later in this epistle, Paul recounts beatings, imprisonments, grievous perils during many journeys, hunger, thirst, lack of clothing, and numerous persecutions (2 Corinthians 11:23-28). And just a few verses earlier, he said, “We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed” (4:8-9). Indeed, immediately after Paul was converted on the road to Damascus, the Lord Jesus Christ foretold to Ananias in a vision concerning Paul, “For I will shew him how great things he must suffer for my name’s sake” (Acts 9:16).

In modern Christianity, the gospel is often watered down and portrayed as a means of self-empowerment to achieve one’s personal goals and dreams. But Christ preached, “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it” (Matthew 16:24-25).

When this mandate is followed, we can expect trouble and persecution. But despite everything the devil and the world can throw against us, we can be assured that these light and temporal afflictions are just for a passing moment in comparison to a glorious eternity with Jesus Christ. Thus, we have the precious promise that these things work for us “a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,” and “the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18). JPT

[fidei]

The loving Church is the mother of all

From the opening address of Pope John XXIII to the Second Vatican Council

Today, Venerable Brethren, is a day of joy for Mother Church: through God’s most kindly providence the longed-for day has dawned for the solemn opening of the Second Vatican Ecumenical Council, here at St Peter’s shrine. And Mary, God’s Virgin Mother, on this feast day of her noble motherhood, gives it her gracious protection.

  Certain it is that the critical issues, the thorny problems that wait upon man��s solution, have remained the same for almost twenty centuries. And why? Because the whole of history and of life hinges on the person of Jesus Christ. Either men anchor themselves on Him and His Church, and thus enjoy the blessings of light and joy, right order and peace; or they live their lives apart from Him; many positively oppose Him, and deliberately exclude themselves from the Church. The result can only be confusion in their lives, bitterness in their relations with one another, and the savage threat of war.

  In these days, which mark the beginning of this Second Vatican Council, it is more obvious than ever before that the Lord’s truth is indeed eternal. Human ideologies change. Successive generations give rise to varying errors, and these often vanish as quickly as they came, like mist before the sun.

  The Church has always opposed these errors, and often condemned them with the utmost severity. Today, however, Christ’s Bride prefers the balm of mercy to the arm of severity. She believes that present needs are best served by explaining more fully the purport of her doctrines, rather than by publishing condemnations.

  Not that the need to repudiate and guard against erroneous teaching and dangerous ideologies is less today than formerly. But all such error is so manifestly contrary to rightness and goodness, and produces such fatal results, that our contemporaries show every inclination to condemn it of their own accord – especially that way of life which repudiates God and His law, and which places excessive confidence in technical progress and an exclusively material prosperity. It is more and more widely understood that personal dignity and true self-realization are of vital importance and worth every effort to achieve. More important still, experience has at long last taught men that physical violence, armed might, and political domination are no help at all in providing a happy solution to the serious problems which affect them.

  The great desire, therefore, of the Catholic Church in raising aloft at this Council the torch of truth, is to show herself to the world as the loving mother of all mankind; gentle, patient, and full of tenderness and sympathy for her separated children. To the human race oppressed by so many difficulties, she says what Peter once said to the poor man who begged an alms: “Silver and gold I have none; but what I have, that I give thee. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, arise and walk.” In other words it is not corruptible wealth, nor the promise of earthly happiness, that the Church offers the world today, but the gifts of divine grace which, since they raise men up to the dignity of being sons of God, are powerful assistance and support for the living of a more fully human life. She unseals the fountains of her life-giving doctrine, so that men, illumined by the light of Christ, will understand their true nature and dignity and purpose. Everywhere, through her children, she extends the frontiers of Christian love, the most powerful means of eradicating the seeds of discord, the most effective means of promoting concord, peace with justice, and universal brotherhood.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

5th June >> Mass Readings (USA)

Pentecost 

(Liturgical Colour: Red)

First Reading

Acts of the Apostles 2:1–11

They were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak.

When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled, they were all in one place together. And suddenly there came from the sky a noise like a strong driving wind, and it filled the entire house in which they were. Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire, which parted and came to rest on each one of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in different tongues, as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.

   Now there were devout Jews from every nation under heaven staying in Jerusalem. At this sound, they gathered in a large crowd, but they were confused because each one heard them speaking in his own language. They were astounded, and in amazement they asked, “Are not all these people who are speaking Galileans? Then how does each of us hear them in his native language? We are Parthians, Medes, and Elamites, inhabitants of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the districts of Libya near Cyrene, as well as travelers from Rome, both Jews and converts to Judaism, Cretans and Arabs, yet we hear them speaking in our own tongues of the mighty acts of God.”

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 104:1, 24, 29–30, 31, 34

R/ Lord, send out your Spirit, and renew the face of the earth. or R/ Alleluia.

Bless the LORD, O my soul!    O LORD, my God, you are great indeed! How manifold are your works, O LORD!    the earth is full of your creatures.

R/ Lord, send out your Spirit, and renew the face of the earth. or R/ Alleluia.

If you take away their breath, they perish    and return to their dust. When you send forth your spirit, they are created,    and you renew the face of the earth.

R/ Lord, send out your Spirit, and renew the face of the earth. or R/ Alleluia.

May the glory of the LORD endure forever;    may the LORD be glad in his works! Pleasing to him be my theme;    I will be glad in the LORD.

R/ Lord, send out your Spirit, and renew the face of the earth. or R/ Alleluia.

Second Reading

Romans 8:8–17

Those who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.

Brothers and sisters: Those who are in the flesh cannot please God. But you are not in the flesh; on the contrary, you are in the spirit, if only the Spirit of God dwells in you. Whoever does not have the Spirit of Christ does not belong to him. But if Christ is in you, although the body is dead because of sin, the spirit is alive because of righteousness. If the Spirit of the one who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, the one who raised Christ from the dead will give life to your mortal bodies also, through his Spirit that dwells in you. Consequently, brothers and sisters, we are not debtors to the flesh, to live according to the flesh. For if you live according to the flesh, you will die, but if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.

   For those who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received a spirit of adoption, through whom we cry, “Abba, Father!” The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if only we suffer with him so that we may also be glorified with him.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Sequence

Veni, sancte Spiritus

Come, Holy Spirit, come! And from your celestial home    Shed a ray of light divine! Come, Father of the poor! Come, source of all our store!    Come, within our bosoms shine. You, of comforters the best; You, the soul’s most welcome guest;    Sweet refreshment here below; In our labor, rest most sweet; Grateful coolness in the heat;    Solace in the midst of woe. O most blessed Light divine, Shine within these hearts of yours,    And our inmost being fill! Where you are not, we have naught, Nothing good in deed or thought,    Nothing free from taint of ill. Heal our wounds, our strength renew; On our dryness pour your dew;    Wash the stains of guilt away: Bend the stubborn heart and will; Melt the frozen, warm the chill;    Guide the steps that go astray. On the faithful, who adore And confess you, evermore    In your sevenfold gift descend; Give them virtue’s sure reward; Give them your salvation, Lord;    Give them joys that never end. Amen.    Alleluia.

Gospel Acclamation

Alleluia, alleluia. Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful and kindle in them the fire of your love. Alleluia, alleluia.

Either:

Gospel

John 14:15–16, 23b–26

The Holy Spirit will teach you everything.

Jesus said to his disciples: “If you love me, you will keep my commandments. And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate to be with you always.

   “Whoever loves me will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our dwelling with him. Those who do not love me do not keep my words; yet the word you hear is not mine but that of the Father who sent me.

   “I have told you this while I am with you. The Advocate, the Holy Spirit whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything and remind you of all that I told you.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

Or:

Gospel

John 20:19–23

As the Father sent me, so I send you: Receive the Holy Spirit.

On the evening of that first day of the week, when the doors were locked, where the disciples were, for fear of the Jews, Jesus came and stood in their midst and said to them, “Peace be with you.” When he had said this, he showed them his hands and his side. The disciples rejoiced when they saw the Lord. Jesus said to them again, “Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, so I send you.” And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, “Receive the Holy Spirit. Whose sins you forgive are forgiven them, and whose sins you retain are retained.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[tender-rosiey]

Last part! Maybe👀

But the latest post was so pure that I started to tear up😭💕💕💕

Thnx alot it really was a bless and made me smile from the the rough week I had lately🥺❤

Okay lets get down to business~

From giving birth to how they took care of the child to raising him/her or maybe twins👀💕to growing up u can divide it to parts if u want i won't mind😊❤

Same characters Atsushi/Chuuya/Dazai

❥ BSD characters as parents

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am really glad you liked it, dear; I am honored that you find my writing as such and I hope everything gets better for you. I hope you like this as well and my apologizes it’s late; this was so heart-warming to write oml 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would be terrified I tell you

Like what if he does something wrong that leads them down the path he loathes :(

That’s why you reassure him alongside your beautiful baby

Let’s say you had a girl cause I think a girl would help in making dazai be more smiley and affectionate cause you know how most girls when young like affection?

That’s why

Anyways so, the first months of raising said spawn of satan are like hell for our little brunette

I believe that what would happen is that our little girl would see him as the vomiting stop

So like if you fed her and gave her to dazai to help her burp then she will take it as the cue to vomit to which made dazai think she hated him

“But y/n she keeps crying and screaming when I hold her, she must hate me; she never does anything with you.”

One fateful day however he had to take care of his lovely daughter for a whole day

Cause you had enough of the bullshit of the house and decided to go on a hangout with your friends

So let’s see how he dealt with this, she was not accepting of him AT FIRST and he was on the verge of giving up

But dazai then started humming a song and gently cradling her and swaying her in his arms

Your little girl liked his voice and held his finger while he was calming her down and smiled

That made dazai’s day a lot brighter, but he managed to contain his excitement so he doesn’t scare her

And when you came home you found them sleeping and she was in his arms clinging to his chest as strong as she can 🥺

Now cause I am not going through her whole damn childhood I am gonna talk about her first step and first word

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN you two were chilling like the good bad parents you are on the couch

And your daughter wanted to join you people cause apparently she was put on the naughty corner due to somehow spilling pink dye in the shampoo of your husband

So like the determined baby she is, she tried crawling but found out it’s taking too long

So she tried copying how you sweeties walk

And she did :D

So when you looked to her side to check up on her, you saw her walking to you with her arms in the air and then pulled dazai by his arms and told him that she is walking

And he whipped his head SO fast you were afraid he would snap his neck

He took lots of photos and videos

Now her first word was basically a competition between you dummies

“She will say dada first!”

“No, she will say mama first!”

“kukida!”

“…”

Great job, darling

And you both lost to a handsome and respectful blonde

Chuuya Nakahara:

S/N means son name btw 😚

“OH MY GOD Y/N HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME!”

chuuya sweetie we don’t scream beside a newborn child and a woman who just gave birth

I honestly think he would be g r e a t with children

Like sometimes he does take care of Q I believe and he gets along fairly well with Kenji

Who wouldn’t get along with kenji

Anyways he would be so excited and proud of the child you gave birth to

And he was basically fangirling

Chuuya and his kid will get along so well, like your baby would just beam whenever chuuya comes home

Also fight me if you think Chuuya Nakahara wouldn’t take millions and billions of photos and videos of his children

A L L OF HIS CHILDREN

Be it eldest, middle or the youngest of them

He views them as treasures that should be valued every single moment

awie, I love soft chu chu

Now onto the memories

THE FIRST STEP

Yes you are only getting the two major events, deal with it you lovely people

As i was saying

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND CHUUYA WERE IN A MEETING

And your kiddo missed you two :(

So what did he do?

Be a champion like his dad said

Tried his best to walk to the meeting room and he did

Did the guards stop him?

No

They just went soft and opened the door for him like he is a damn boss

And then you felt something tug at your leg and giggle

I will let you imagine how the rest of the meeting went with chuuya carrying you both excited about his kid’s first step

The first word was not something with a good aftermath for chuuya however—

“Dazai that absolutely and utterly shitty shithead!”

“Shitheath!”

“Shit”

“Shit!”

“NO STOP REPEATING AFTER ME! AT LEAST SAY DADA!”

Cue you entering

“Hey S/N!”

“Shit!”

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“Dada!”

“CHUUYA NAKAHARA I AM GONNA KILL YOU!”

“Oh shit! Dada!”

Atsushi Nakajima:

Nnnnnn

I believe he would have a girl

Cause he is such a girl magnet

Like kyoka and lucy

Reminds me of midoriya in that aspect

Anyways he would be so nervous to hold her but excited

Like “y/n I wanna hold her so bad but what if I drop her? :(“

He does end up holding her and crying tears of joy

What a cutie <3

Anyhow your daughter would cling to him like a koala and would only leave him when hungry or she absolutely misses you

He doesn’t wanna let go either honestly

BUT COME ON

YOU DIDNT STAY IN LABOR AND CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS IN YOUR STOMACH TO END UP NOT HOLDING HER

Most of the time you would find them playing with each other

Your daughter also squishes his cheek a lot

That was a sweet introduction

Almost too sweet

Let me ruin it

So

THE FIRST STEP

The great uncle dazai had came to pay a visit to his lovely ‘nephew’ and subordinate

“Hello Atsushi and Y/N! I came to look at my beautiful and gorgeous nephew! :D”

Which brings me to the point that your daughter adores dazai with her whole heart

So she was sitting playing until she saw him and got so happy she stood up and walked towards him clumsily

The three of you malfunctioned

Dazai was so happy tho 🥺

She loves him that much? Plz that’s too much for his poor heart

He picked her up and spun her around

“AHHH SHE WALKED HER FIRST STEPS BECAUSE OF ME! YOHOOO!”

Meanwhile you and your husband are just staring at each other in confusion

Her first word was the classical mama but how and why she said it was absolutely heartwarming

So she was sitting in the lap of atsushi as he was showing her pictures of stuff so she can get to say anything

And then he reached the word queen with its picture

“And this is queen.”

“Mama!”

“Hehe, it’s a queen.”

“Mama!”

“Yeah, mama is a queen!”

“Yay!”

He was so happy cause he managed to film it and showed it to you

Let your reaction be of your choice <3

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