#wishing all my gentlemen a happy pride

[magics-neptunes-things]

BabySister (2)

It been asked, it's here ladies and gentlemen!

I didn't realize that there is so much people asking for Leila's content but here it is!

You can find the requests here and here and here and here too

It's the part 2 of "Babysister*t that you can find here :) Please enjoy!

TW : Jealousy

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Despite the fact that your sister is aware of your relationship with Leila, you both decided not to make an official annoucement for now. Your friends are starting to be nicely made aware, but you’ve never been for the big announcements and you just talk about it to people who are interested in you and your personal life.

Shortly after the revelation, Jenni had to go back home. Two days later, it was Leila who had to return to Manchester and you are back alone in Barcelona. Even if you have friends and family here, their departures aren't easy. Especially Leila’s, of course. Seeing her go through airport security after one last long hug will probably break your heart every time.

Your week then went on, between work, a few drinks with your friends and the routine that settled back after the holidays. You regularly called Jenni during the week and every night you call Leila, but it’s clearly not enough compared to being able to see them every day while they’re in Barcelona.

"Is everything okay?" Leila asks you Friday night, having noticed your morale at half-mast.

"Yes" you answer simply by shrugging your shoulders.

Leila is preparing herself something to eat, you see her stop to look more closely at the screen of the phone. It's true that you are less local than usual, something that was obviously quickly noticed by Leila. She knows you well.

"I can tell when you’re lying, you know?"

You sigh softly, letting yourself go on your back on your bed. Of course she can.

"I’m fine. I miss you, that’s all"

"I miss you too, Cariño. What are you planning for your weekend?"

"Tomorrow we go out for a drink with my colleagues probably. And Sunday afternoon I watch my girlfriend play on TV"

"I like the second part, but the first? Will there be Aida?"

You roll your eyes when you hear her. You don’t understand why Leila reacts every time she hears that name, you already have had a few comments about her from your coffee with Jenni. All turned around a jealousy that absolutely doesn't deserve to exist.

"She wasn’t sure she could come" so you answer honestly.

"Perfect. Let her continue like this"

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The following weekend is a little more glorious, since you have the opportunity to fly to Manchester to see Leila play. With Manchester City at home, you can enjoy Leila’s apartment while she’s at training before joining her at the stadium to be on time for the game. You’re happy to see her start the game, just like Laia Aleixandri, your compatriot.

The match ends with a draw and you quickly notice the disappointed look of Leila. She likes to win when you come to see her, probably to add pride.

"You were perfect" you smile at her when she comes up to you after the game.

"We didn't win" Leila objects but you smile tenderly while shrugging her shoulders.

"Not everyone can be as perfect as you."

An amused smile appears on her face when hearing you and you know that her morale isn't as low as you might have feared.

"The girls want to go out tonight, you want us to go too?"

You willingly accept, freeing Leila so that she can go to take a shower and warm up a little. You have time to go home for a while before going out again and you enjoy having her only for you for a few hours. You can imagine that once in the evening, things will be a little less easy.

You spend a little more time than usual in the bathroom getting ready, wishing to impress Leila. Now that your sister knows about you two, you’re a little less afraid of getting caught by someone and ending up on social media. And you can say just by seeing Leila’s look when you come out that it’s successful.

"Do you like it?" you ask Leila, looking down at your outfit.

"You are to die for" Leila assures you, eyes wide open.

You can't hold a small smile and you gladly accept her hug even if her hands are a little wandering on your body.

"Be good, we have to go" you remind her by laying a kiss on her cheek.

Despite a grunt of protest, Leila finally lets you go and drags you to the bottom of her building. Both planning to drink, you preferred to use an Uber rather than taking risks on your way back home. Maybe one of Leila’s teammates can take you home if she doesn’t drink, but you’ll have plenty of time to check in later.

Most of Leila’s teammates are already at the bar when you get there, your hand in Leila’s. You greet them or you greet them again, even if you are easier to communicate with those who speak Spanish. Your English is great actually and that's a good thing.

The evening goes well and you have a good time, dancing or just chatting and talking with the girls. After a long time of dancing on the dance floor, you went back to sit with Leila and other girls.

"I’m going to the bathroom, I’m coming back" Leila whispers in your ear before getting up.

You nod, smiling as you feel her letting a kiss on your neck before shifting your attention to your glass, to see that it's empty. Given the heat, you don't hesitate long before getting up to go get another one.

You take the time to ask those around you if they want something and you refuse the proposal of Laia who asks you nicely if you want her to accompany you, despite the arms of her boyfriend passed possessively around her.

The crowd is dense and you have to go around the dance floor to reach the bar. But you finally get there, leaning on the corner of the bar waiting patiently for someone to come and serve you. There are a lot of people so it takes time, but you wait while looking at your phone. When you feel a hand on your shoulder you turn around smiling, expecting to see Leila. But it's actually a smiling blonde you’re facing, who you absolutely don’t know. The surprise must be read on your face since she apologizes almost immediately.

"Hi! Sorry, but I saw you’ve been waiting for your drink for a while. I’m not working today, but I work here, so I’m gonna put you in front of the others."

"Uh… thank you?" you mumble.

You look at her hand still positioned on your shoulder but you are quickly turned away from it when she shouts what you imagine to be the name of one of the bartenders. And indeed, in two seconds he's facing you to take your order.

"You’re not from here, are you? I can hear your accent"

There was a time when her hand got off your shoulder while taking the order, but she continues to smile cheerfully at you.

"I am Spanish" you answer simply with a slight smile.

"Oh so great. I’ve never been to Spain, but I’d love to."

You smile at her and don’t know what to answer at that. Unlike your sister, you’ve never been very comfortable interacting with other people. It's always much better for you when you are introduced into a group by someone you completely trust. The way Jenni quickly attracted people’s sympathy has always been something you admired about her.

Fortunately, however, you are saved by the bartender who comes in front of you with the glass you asked him for.

"I’m offering it to you" says the blonde, watching you grab your purse, putting her hand on yours. "Sorry about the question, but you’re a lesbian, right?"

"What?"

The surprise can be seen on your face again in front of the question she just asked you. Yes you are and no you never hid it, but you don't understand why this question was asked to you now.

"Don’t take this the wrong way" continues your smiling interlocutor "But I don’t know, it’s just something I can see. You’re like very gay, right?"

"She’s also very in a relationship" makes an icy voice behind you.

You turn around and see Leila and her black eyes. She really doesn't seem happy about the situation but tries to remain cordial. And now that you see her behavior, you finally understand that the girl was hitting on you.

"And I’ll pay for her drink thanks."

Her voice is calm when she grabs her bank card and her other arm slips around your waist to squeeze you against her. But you know perfectly well that inside her, her brain must be exploding.

"Lei" you whisper to try to get her attention.

Talking normally would have been enough, given the ambient noise, but you especially wanted to prevent the blonde from hearing you. You study Leila’s gaze at length when she puts it on you. You don’t have a lot of time together this weekend and you really don’t want to waste time arguing.

But before you have time to draw conclusions, her payment is accepted and she leads you to the table you left a few minutes ago. It's now almost empty, there is in truth only Laia and her boyfriend who discuss by looking tenderly the other in the eyes, probably forgetting the rest of the world. Moreover, Leila chose to sit opposite them.

"I told her not to leave you alone" Leila groans, glancing at Laia.

"I told her I didn’t need her to come" you explain, not wanting her to blame Laia.

"Well, she shouldn’t have listened to you" said the brunette, raising her voice.

"Leila, please"

You give her your best little sad puppy look by laying your hand on her knee. Leila is looking at you and it seems to work even better than you had hoped. She finally sighs softly and you take the opportunity to lean against her, kissing her elbow.

"That’s exactly why I don’t like it when you go out without me. It already happens when we are together, I prefer not imagine what happens when you're alone"

"Believe it or not, this kind of situation only happens when I’m with you. It never happens in Spain, I guess people are more used to the Latin charm there" you smile softly.

"Maybe it’s not a good idea that I suggest you come and live here then"

You freeze suddenly, your brain recording what she just said. You take off from her to observe her, falling face to face with her amused smile.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. My contract is coming to an end, and I don’t know where I’m gonna go next, but I don’t think you’re gonna have a hard time finding work around here for some months. And even if you don’t, you don’t have to spend a dime since I’ll be there. Now that Jenni knows, it makes things less complicated, no?"

You can’t help but smile softly as you imagine Jenni’s face when you will announce her that you're leaving Barcelona to join Leila in Manchester. You know your parents aren’t going to be against it, you’ve been living alone for a long time now. And anyway, you’re an adult and vaccinated.

"What do you think?" Leila asks after you’ve been quiet for a few seconds.

"I’d say yes, but you said it wasn’t a good idea" you joked mischievously.

But the joke doesn't seem to be Leila’s taste since, after pouting, she imprisons your lips with hers for a long and tender kiss.

"Come and live with me" Leila whispers against your lips after your kiss.

"I’d love to" you answer with a smile.

This will probably require a lot of adjustments, but you don't hesitate a single second. You know Leila won’t be against you going back to Barcelona whenever you feel the need. But the idea of waking up every day at his side is already filling you with happiness.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi #leila ouahabi imagine #leila ouahabi x reader

[mikalame]

hiya!!! could you write a really sweet fic (story) about y/n and Bill getting a huge matching tattoo together and Bill being asked about this tattoo on an interview and he just gets really shy etc (could you make the reader female and a singer) please ?

bye :D

"Are you sure you want to do this meine leibe, this is gonna take a couple hours, and will hurt a bit being where it is" Bill asks, eyes searching your face for any sign you may not feel 100% about this, exspechily because its a tattoo that will be on you forever.

"Yes im sure Bill, I've researched and all plus ill ask for some numbing cream, are you okay bill" You ask thinking that the reason he keeps asking you if your okay is becasue he isn't.

"Of course, i cant wait" he says kissing your cheek giving you tight hug and pushing open the tattoo shop's door.

Time skip

"how are you feeling hun, you in any serious pain" Bill asks eyes scanning over you again looking down at you, eyebrows pinched.

"Im fine Billl" you whine playfulling pushing him away giggling.

You two smile at eachother and walk to your car you look at your forearm and the tattoo placed on it, the phantom pain of it comeig back to you but the pride and meaning of it over powers it.

Time skip again

"SO WELCOME..... TOKIO HOTEL!" the interveiwer yells at the camera, the crowd behind it full on fangirls and boys yell in exsitement waving their banners and posters around hoping to catch one of the band members attention.

As the band walks on the stage single file line they wave at the fans, the majority of them smiling wider and yelling louder, while the crazy super fans faint or start yelling not so innocent things (i dont blame them ahaha)

"Hello we are so happy to be on the show with you today" Bill says taking the mircophone from the interviewer so the audiance could hear them clearly.

"Well im glad, so today we have a couple questions to ask you, if thats all right with you all" She says looking over the band and seeing their nodding heads.

"Okay, great sooo the first question is from.... Marie asking if any of you have any big regrets in you career". She cocks an eyebrow then looks at the band, a smile on her face.

"Oh well uhm probably styling my hair with CANS of hairspray, kinda wish i just wore a wig but oh well" Bill says shrugging passing the mircophone along.

"Oh hahaha, Okay next question" She says smile dropping as she reads the next couple of questions out.

"Oooo okay this one is for Bill , aparently you were seen with ___ going into a tattoo parlor, do you care to show us what you got" she asks smirk stretching on her face.

"Oh, uhm no sorry" Bill says shaking his head in disagreement, but the interviwer just keeps on begging.

After a while it really started to get on him nerves, more so when she brought the audiance in on it as well, but bill just kept on saying no, blushing hinding if face.

The tattoo was very important to bill and he didnt feel like it should be made public like this, exspeachily when it had such a deep meaning for bill and ___.

"Oh, well sorry ladys and gentlemen thats all the time we have today, sorry i coldn't make bill show the new tattoo but mabey next time" she say fake smile still prominent on her face.

As the band walks of the stage fareing their good byes bill mutters under his voice.

"There wont be a 'next time'".

They all groan as they sit down in the tour bus, tom cracking his back as well as gustav. "She was real adamant on getting the tattoo shown" Georg laughs opening a bag of chips sitting down across from the boy.

"Yeah she need to learn to take no for an answer, she must be a real treat in bed" tom laughs sarcastically behind the two.

"mmh" bill agrees putting his headphones in listening to a song ___ and him made when he was staying at her house one of the first times they met thinking about calling her when they head off to check up on her.

SORRY GUYS I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT 😭.

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#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #bill kaulitz x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing #tom kaulitz

[shanastoryteller]

Happy pride! Do you have more gryffindor draco or more slytherin harry? Thanks so much!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5

Hogsmeade is brilliant.

It's like Diagon Alley, but cozier, and brighter. He wants to duck into every shop they pass, but Agnesa's hand on his shoulder prevents him from straying.

"Pick up the pace," she says, but her voice isn't irritated. "If we have time, we can stop for some butterbeers on the way back."

"What's a butterbeer?" he asks, hurrying up to keep up with her long strides.

"You'll like them," she says, guiding him into a shop that has a purple storefront and large tinted windows.

There are racks and racks of clothes, more like a muggle store than the place he'd gotten his Hogwarts uniforms. The door has barely closed behind them when a familiar voice says, "Oh, is there a ball going on? I hadn't known."

Agnesa's eyes narrow, the meanest Harry has seen her look since she'd had to take points away from two third years. "It's called dressing for the occasion, Percival, although I suppose your lack of occasions would leave your education equally lacking."

Ron's older brother sniffs, subtly lifting his nose. "Well, you are the expert in a lacking education if your arithmancy scores are anything to go by."

Her smile now has teeth and Harry really wishes she wasn't blocking the door. He doesn't totally understand what they're saying, but it doesn't sound nice and it doesn't look nice and he'd really like to be anywhere else. "Surely it's your own arithmancy that needs a polish, since your conveniently forgetting that my cumulative score was higher than yours."

"It was," Percy says, letting the pause drag on a touch too long before adding, "Cumulatively."

Agnesa raises her hands to her hips, her many bracelets jangling ominously.

Percy's frown softens. "Harry, are you alright?"

"What?" Agnesa looks down and her arms drop back down to her sides. "You're not looking great. Are you feeling okay? Do you have a stomach ache?"

She presses the back of her hand against his forehead as if checking for a fever. He's never experienced it himself before, but he'd seen Aunt Petunia doing it to Dudley. He swallows, his mouth dry, then croaks, "No."

Her eyebrows push together and she looks towards Percy, who grimaces and says, "Ah, Harry - Agnesa and I weren't fighting."

"Yes we were," Agnesa says. Percy glares at her and her face clears while Harry does his best not to make any expression at all. "Oh no - do your aunt and uncle fight, Harry?"

Only about him.

He shakes his head.

"Watch this," she says before taking two big steps forward, winking at him, and falling backwards. Harry reaches out, but he's too far away to do anything.

"Agnesa!" Percy shouts, lunging forward to grab her around the waist. He's holding her at angle, practically dipping her in the middle of the store.

She loops her arms around his neck, grinning, and says, "Such a gentlemen. Five points to Gryffindor."

His eyes narrow and he pointedly lets go of her waist.

However, Agnesa does not let go of his neck, so she drags him with her as she falls. Percy catches himself on his elbows to keep himself from falling on top of her, but their legs are tangled together. Agnesa's hair is all messed up now, but she's grinning like she doesn't mind.

"Kids," the shopkeeper says, and Harry looks over to see an old, thin man looking at them disapprovingly over his glasses, "this is a family establishment."

Harry doesn't know what that means but Percy turns bright red and scrambles upright. Agnesa just laughs at him, holding out a hand. Percy rolls his eyes, but obligingly grabs her hand and pulls her upright.

Maybe they weren't fighting. Or not really fighting, or play fighting. It's fine. Agnesa isn't in front of the door anymore but he doesn't want to leave anymore.

"We're getting Harry a new wardrobe," Agnesa says, pulling her wand from her hair to put her hairstyle back in place with a few quick flicks. "Want to help? Teaching you to dress properly should at least pay some dividends."

"Yes, fine, but you say that like you didn't steal all my herbology notes that year," Percy says dryly.

Harry blinks. He hadn't thought about it, but Percy does dress more like a Slytherin than a Gryffindor, all complicated ties and wrinkle free and everything just so.

Maybe he and Agnesa really hadn't been fighting.

He's not exactly an expert on friendship, but theirs is the weirdest he's seen.

#this scene brought to you by significentfoliage's tags #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #cherryblossomshadow #harry potter

[diludae]

𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻. 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓴.

happy v-day! love ya lots! <333

diluc x gn!reader // fluff/angst? // valentines day 2023 // enjoy! <3

It always started with a knock.

The first knock was way-back-when in days of old, when Diluc was still as young and as righteous as the knights that he took pride in. You, the owner of the Dawn Winery’s local strawberry garden, opened the door in a hurry.

“My deepest apologies! I never meant for Willow to eat some of your berries, and it is entirely my fault. My father will surely pay you back ten fold-”

All Diluc heard was the faint sound of a giggle, and the guilty “neigh”s of his horse, now known to you as “Willow,” behind him.

“It’s quite alright, Mr. Ragnvindr. Besides, Miss Willow only ate a few. As long as she is fed, I have no need for payment.”

“Are you sure? It really would be of no problem for neither my father nor the winery to reimburse you-”

“I am positive, Ragnvindr.”

Well, now the atmosphere was plain awkward. Diluc’s plan was to apologize, pay you back like the gentlemen his father had raised him to be, and then leave. Now what was he to do with your kindness?

“May I.. pet her?” “Who, Willow?” “Yes, may I?”

“Of course!”

You and Diluc began rambling on about each other's lines of work. Diluc’s training, your gardening, and of course the ever-mischievous Willow. From that day forward, you heard a knock at your door at almost every opportunity in which Diluc found it appropriate to do so.

Of course, there had to be another knock.

Was this the thousandth? Ten-thousandth? Quite honestly, you and Diluc had lived together for so long not even the Gods in Celestia could bother to count all of the knocks that Diluc had given before he entered your shared bedroom.

“Love, I’ve got you a gift.”

For the past 2 years, you’ve been bedridden. Old age was not gracious to many, and not even you could escape time's clutches as your body started to weaken and wither. To be fair, Diluc wasn’t in the best shape either, but at least he could still move about. You didn’t envy him for it, for you only stared in awe every time he stood, his cane in one hand and yours in the other.

Diluc’s voice was hoarse, but after spending 72 years with him, he still sounded as kind and gentle as ever. In his hand, he held a small, red box wrapped in ribbon.

“Please love, take it. I know you can still move your arms.” He ended his sentence with a small smile, one which held both humor and a twinge of sorrow.

You took the box in your hands, its wrapping as soft as Willow’s coat. Inside the box, a stunning ruby necklace sat. 

“You got this for me?”

“Of course, dear. I hope you cherish it as much as I cherish you.”

Later that evening, Diluc assisted you out of bed. He knew he was not supposed to, but he couldn’t let tonight go to waste. What kind of husband would he be if he didn’t dance with his dear spouse on Valentine's Day?

So, after dressing you in the finest of silks, Diluc brought you downstairs next to the fireplace, and turned on the phonograph. Out came the sounds of a smooth, romantic piano. 

He tried his best to dance with you, but ultimately, he only held you like a fine piece of china. His grip was strong, safe, unmoving. The both of you stood still in the living room, the only sound in the room being that of the phonograph.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Diluc.”

A kiss was shared between the two of you, one that the both of you hoped would last a lifetime.

And, in a way, your wishes did come true. For Diluc had a love and a passion for you that lasted 72 long, lovely years, and even more to come.

Once it was time for you to rest peacefully, several years after that night, he shed a single tear before holding your hand to his lips.

“We’ll meet again. I’ll make sure of it, my dearest.”

#diluc #genshin #genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc fluff #diluc angst #diluc x reader fluff #diluc x reader angst #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic #valentine

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Wednesday! Thanks @catanisspicy, @sanjuwrites, @carlos-in-glasses for the tags, as always! Here's a very abridged snippet of something from the next chapter come and take a walk on the wild side starring a trio that's slowly become my favorite.

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“So,” Paul begins and Carlos can hear the suppressed laugh clearly. “How did your date with the fireman go? Was it, I don’t know, hot?” Paul chuckles to himself as Carlos realizes why Paul was sitting on the joke in the first place. 

Carlos stabs his fork into another piece of bowtie pasta, smiling at Paul as a courtesy. “You’re hilarious, Paul.” 

Paul twirls his fork into his linguine, smiling due to pride. “Hey, you don’t need to be me to notice that.”

“How’s Asha?” Carlos diverts the topic, not quite ready to talk about Thomas and what that conversation would entail.

“I’ll have you know she loves my jokes, thank you very much.” Paul nods his head, gesturing towards the front of the restaurant. “Look who’s decided to join us.” Carlos turns his head, looking towards the now opened front door. 

Marjan is walking in, her left hand juggling a purse that’s weighted down by a laptop and her right hand is sending off text messages at rapid speed. Marjan is the most frazzled Carlos has ever seen her but she still looks collected in a way that Carlos wishes he could attain. After ordering, she joins them at their table.

“We were wondering when we were going to be graced by your presence.” Carlos says. “Where have you been, we haven’t seen you all morning.” 

Marjan stares at her phone, deep in thought before her thumbs are fluttering across the keyboard and eventually locking her phone and putting it back in her purse. 

“I had to meet Stacy at the New York Historical Society bright and early this morning.” Marjan offers a soft thank you as Vinnie brings her water over.

“Get ready gentlemen, preparations for the annual third quarter gala hosted by Hartlock & Sons has officially begun. Well, they officially began as soon as the one last year ended but that’s nowhere near as fun to say.” Marjan's exhausted but the smile that's gracing her face shows that her excitement outweighs it.

“You seem excited, I never really took you for a gala type, well, gal.” Carlos thinks he should be embarrassed by the pun, but he can’t deny that it felt good. He looks at Paul, who’s grinning from ear to ear. “Okay, I get it.” 

Marjan comically frowns, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Alright, this is the last time I let you two do anything without me.”

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having the home improvement day from hell, so i'm getting to this a little late and not to sure who's already done this but tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @heartstringsduet, @rosedavid, @lightningboltreader, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @chaotictarlos, @bonheur-cafe, @irispurpurea, @wandering-night19, @kiloskywalker, @basilsunrise and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to

#idk there's just something i love about these three <3 i would like to see more of it in the s5 pls and thank you #also wow this is my 2000th post!! i don't shut up!! #fic: come and take a walk on the wild side #wip wednesday

[ciaossu-imagines]

Heyy wishing you all the best in these tough times! Lets talk about our favorite group of delinquents! Which of the guys believe in paying for the entire date, and which of the guys believe in paying 50/50? Are any of them religious? Which of the guys are good at adulting (i.e. paying taxes/bills, etc.)? How about homra adopting a stray cat? I answered most of your asks and got 4 more left in my inbox, do you have any hc/thoughts about my AU?

Hey! Thank you so, so much for saying that and for the welcome and lovely distraction! And for answering all of those so quickly – I’m very impressed as I figured I wouldn’t be getting answers for a while, since I asked so many questions. I haven’t read all of your AU posts but now that I know that many are answered, it’s definitely going to be my before bedtime reading tonight, while I wish for sleep to actually set in haha. Plus, that way I can reblog and comment on them either tomorrow morning or after work tomorrow. Probably after work tomorrow, that way I can reread them again and get a boost of happy after dealing with a new coworker who is…troubling, to say the least. As far as your AU’s though, you know I think they’re godly. Can I just say though, in weird thoughts I’ve been having, your warehouse AU would make a great romantic comedy/gag comedy anime and I would totally watch that anime spin-off or read full on fics about that (the gag comedy is definitely HOMRA and S4 dealing with each other and the HR department). For your band AU, I go in between wishing it was a full out anime so I could hear all the lovely music (I don’t know many Japanese girl groups, so I’m not sure what they sound like, but I know quite a few Korean ones and wonder if they would sound anything like those kind of vibes and if so, which band sounds the most like the girl’s group) and thinking that it would make such a fantastic otome/stat grinding/rhythm game combination…and those are my weird thoughts on it. I’ll share more individualized thoughts on each post as I reblog, because they’re too good to just reblog and not leave comments on! Now onto the thoughts on our boys!

Which of the guys believe in paying for the entire date and which of the guys believe in paying 50/50?

I definitely think Kusanagi and Dewa would be the ones who steadfastly insist on paying for the whole date. Both men like to believe they’re ‘gentlemen’ and they would consider it against their pride as men to go dutch. Chitose pays, but he only pays because he’s definitely one of those dicks who would pull the ‘you owe me sex because I bought you dinner’ shtick. Eric would prefer to go dutch, just because he’s not exactly flush for cash, but if the person he’s on the date with definitely seems like they expect him to pay for everything (even though they’ve definitely ordered some expensive stuff), he’s going to do it to hopefully make them happy and make them like him more. He’s kind of easily taken advantage of in the dating scene, honestly. Bandou would pay entirely for the first couple of dates but would insist on either being treated occasionally in return or on going dutch after those couple of dates, while Shouhei and Fuji normally go dutch on dates, just so there’s no expectations and nobody feels like they might have been used for a free meal.

Are any of them religious?

I actually do headcanon Fuji as being quietly religious, having been raised in the Shinto faith. Chitose was raised Christan but defected from the faith. He still honestly believes in something, but he’s not sure he’d call it God and he’s no longer sure the Christian ‘God’ exists at all. Bandou was raised religious, but kind of goes in between observing and just completely ignoring religion, but I feel it’s something he gets back into more in his older age. Dewa, Eric, and Shouhei are all non-religious.

Which of the guys are good at adulting (i.e. paying taxes/bills, etc.)?

Surprisingly, Fuji is really good at adulting. He doesn’t have a lot of bills to pay, since he lives with his parents, but he does pitch in money every month from his work. He’s actually got a really healthy savings account, though he splurges on animal stuff for all the strays he picks up, drinks with the boys, and smokes. Dewa, of course, is the best at adulting. His main weakness, financially, is that he caves pretty easily when the other boys rely on him super heavily to bail them out of tight spots. He’s just really talented with numbers and budgets, so even doing so, he scrapes by every month with everything paid. Chitose is absolute crap as an adult and is normally the one that Dewa is bailing out. Eric really hasn’t had to be financially literate and he’s a terrible adult but god damn, he is trying, and he gets better at it bit by bit. Shouhei and Bandou are both about equally tied – some months all the bills are paid, other months there’s one or two that just don’t get paid because they used all the money up for fast food, drinking, and having fun. Oh well, is both of their attitudes, they’ll catch up next month. Both of them have been sent to collections at least once.

How about HOMRA adopting a stray cat?

Okay, but I actually have this exact topic added to the queue, hahahaha! Great minds and all, I guess, so I guess you’ll have to wait until this one comes out sometime in the next 40 days to read the full post.

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[siren-serenity]

the wedding of the century

characters: identity, irene, siren, jade leech, floyd leech warnings: none a/n: - a late fic for irene's bday and also @officialdaydreamer00 and @identity-theft-101's double wedding!! - feedback is appreciated!

Siren couldn't help the pride floating in her chest as her fingers absentmindedly plays with the edges of the prepared speech. She dons a black tuxedo for this occasion, indulging in some unorthodox fashion tastes with this crazy wedding. Jade and Floyd Leech beam at each other, unable to contain their glee and happiness and she couldn't help but laugh.

"Ready to go from bachelors to married men, tweels?" She teases.

Jade smiles benevolently. He is wearing a traditional white suit, suiting his professional aura but the mushroom veil on his head strangely suits him too. "More than ready, Siren."

"When is Identity coming?" Floyd whines, tapping his foot impatiently. He cuts a striking and memorable figure, wearing a shark onesie and wedding skirt. Siren almost wished they had hired a professional photographer to take pictures.

Siren opens her mouth to answer but the impressive orchestra and music had begun playing. She closes her lips, shuffling the papers before looking out with a proud smile, admiring the bridesmaid, the best women, and finally the newlyweds-to-be.

As Irene clasped Jade's hands and Floyd snatched an amused looking Identity's own hands, Siren cleared her throat to begin speaking.

"Good morning, ladies, gentlemen, fish and corals alike," She paused for a chuckle. "I'll keep my speech short and sweet because I know these lovely men would like nothing more but to run away to Las Vegas to be hitched in five seconds if I didn't hurry up."

All the isekai-ed prefects, Siren, Identity, and Irene included, laughed at the mention of the infamous Las Vegas while the Twisted Wonderland inhabitants only raised eyebrows.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the lovely union with not one, but two couples. As on this day forward, there will not only be two rogue and chaotic Leeches roaming the land, but them and their equally-as-chaotic partners, Irene and Identity."

"Here, here!" Auburn and Azul chimed in before a roar of laughter erupted. The newlyweds-to-be only chuckled under their breaths.

"Marriage isn't just something to sign a contract and to be forgotten under the dust and grime, it is a symbol of love and unity between the two parties. It is a symbol that your love has prevailed and continued to grow over the years to get to this monumental point," Siren's eyes almost teared up over the memories flooding in. From the day she first met Irene and later on, Identity, to watching them date the Leeches (she could almost forgive them for accidentally dying her hair pink. keyword: almost), to the day they proposed on the same day, all the way to here. "No matter what happens, through thick and thin, through the challenges life,"

Siren turned around, giving a mock cough of 'ahem ahem the challenges Crowley will give you!" before continuing.

"No matter how much you wish for life to be over, remember that you are no longer facing these problems alone. You are no longer alone from this day forward; from this day forward, you will have the other half of your soul together forever."

Siren clapped her hands, smiling as she ended her speech. She internally preened at the claps.

"Now, here is my question: who will present their vows first??"

She watched as every one of the four gathered in the front glared at each other with a competitive glint in their eyes before letting out a heavy, yet amused sigh.

It isn't a Leech event if it wasn't filled with chaos, it seemed.

"You may now kiss the Tweels!"

The hoots and cheers arose at once when the duos finally met in a kiss (Floyd and Identity, being the chaotic gremlins they were, almost fell over in the midst of their kiss).

Later on, Siren bumped into Irene on the dance floor. Grinning cheekily at Jade, she held out her hand to Irene. Siren was wearing a masculine feminine tuxedo with an extravagant cape fluttering behind her. A tiara sat comfortably in the midst of her hair, the sapphire gems glittering brightly under the bright sun.

"May I have this dance, Mrs. Leech?"

Irene laughed and took her hand, giving her newly-husband a wave.

As Siren led the duo in an elegant dance, she hummed.

"Never thought you would be the next to marry," She commented. "But to be fair, you snatched Auburn's bridal bouquet out of my hands so it should be expected."

Together, they laughed as the memories of them leaping into the air to catch their beloved friend's bouquet, only for Siren to accidentally gain a black eye and Irene to be covered in dirt. But the green-eyed girl looked triumphant as she lifted the bouquet like a trophy.

"The music seems to be ending," Siren looked away, where her beloved hunter awaited her for the next dance, and the dances after. She looked into Irene's eyes again before bowing. "Thank you for the dance, darling. I bid thee farewell!"

Irene waved goodbye as she went on to search for her beloved husband. Siren stood there, smiling as she glomped Jade in a giant cuddle before laughing.

"I never thought I'd say this, but good luck to Jade," She walked away and took Rook's outstretched hands. "Irene Leech...it fits her. And the chaos too."

Siren suddenly turned her head to look at Identity and Floyd, who were feasting like maniacs on the food.

"Congratulations on your marriage too, Identity Leech. May your days be filled with laughter and happiness everyday and more in the next."

#irene 's wedding! #pastor siren strikes again :D

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Hey so I was having a conversation with someone today and we realized that neither of us really know what happened that caused Hamilton to stop being and aide, like if he quit or was fired. Do you know the answer to this?

He quit after a - rather childish - dispute between him and Washington. Hamilton's abilities and courage were very essential to Washington, as he saw the potential Hamilton could contribute to the cause. And so he was arguably the most valued among the aide de camps, and often practically became Washington's little secretary. This didn't work so well with Hamilton's desire for action in the battlefield, a method of earning glory and a name, giving him the essential fame to start his new life in the higher-up class. Despite what Washington thought of Hamilton, Hamilton saw the general to be of “average” ability, but most importantly found him to be snappish in anger and entirely difficult. Washington was known for having a explosive temper behind closed doors during the war, so not only would Hamilton have to experience this firsthand at it's near worse almost all the time, this obviously did not clash well with stubborn and prideful Hamilton. With itching suppression of anger, and fed up with being Washington's verbal and stress relieving “punching bag”; Hamilton and Washington got into a petty quarrel on the stairs - arguing over if Hamilton took ten or two minutes to get there - which lead to Hamilton quitting with a lot of pent up anger.

Beware, this letter is written not too soon after the dispute, and is basically petty Hamilton with a wounded ego, he's a bit dramatic on the matter;

Since I had the pleasure of writing you last an unexpected change has taken place in my situation. I am no longer a member of the General’s family. This information will surprise you and the manner of the change will surprise you more.—Two day ago The General and I passed each other on the stairs. He told me he wanted to speak to me I answered that I would wait upon him immediately. I went below and delivered Mr. Tilghman a letter to be sent to The Commissary containing an order of a pressing and interesting nature. Returning to The General I was stopped in the way by the Marquis De la Fayette, and we conversed together about a minute on a matter of business. He can testify how impatient I was to get back, and that I left him in a manner which but for our intimacy would have been more than abrupt. Instead of finding the General as usual in his room, I met him at the head of the stairs, where accosting me in a very angry tone, “Col Hamilton (said he), you have kept me waiting at the head of the stairs these ten minutes. I must tell you Sir you treat me with disrespect.” I replied without petulancy, but with decision “I am not conscious of it Sir, but since you have thought it necessary to tell me so we part” “Very well Sir (said he) if it be your choice” or something to this effect and we separated.

I sincerely believe my absence which gave so much umbrage did not last two minutes.

In less than an hour after, Tilghman came to me in the Generals name assuring me of his great confidence in my abilities, integrity usefulness &c and of his desire in a candid conversation to heal a difference which could not have happened but in a moment of passion. I requested Mr. Tilghman to tell him that I had taken my resolution in a manner not to be revoked: that a conversation could serve no other purpose than to produce explanations mutually disagreeable, though I certainly would not refuse an interview if he desired it yet I should be happy he would permit me to decline it—. That however I did not wish to distress him or the public business, by quitting him before he could derive other assistance by the return of some of the Gentlemen who were absent: that though determined to leave the family the same principles which had kept me so long it would continue to direct my conduct towards him when out of it. And that in the mean time it depended on him to let our behaviour to each other be the same as if nothing had happened.

He consented to decline the conversation and thanked me for my offer of continuing my aid, in the manner I had mentioned.

[...]

Perhaps you may think I was precipitate in rejecting the overture made by the general to an accommodation. I assure you My Dr Sir it was not the effect of resentment it was the deliberate result of maxims I had long formed for the government of my own conduct.

I always disliked the office of an Aide de Camp as having in it a kind of personal dependance. I refused to serve in this capacity with two Major General’s at an early period of the war. Infected however with the enthusiasm of the times, an idea of the Generals character which experience soon taught me to be unfounded, overcame my scruples and induced to accept his invitation to enter into his family. I believe you know the place I held in The Generals confidence and councils of which will make it the more extraordinary to you to learn that for more than three years past I have felt no friendship for him and have professed none. The truth is our own dispositions are the opposites of each other & the pride of my temper would not suffer me to profess what I did not feel. Indeed when advances of this kind ⟨have been made⟩ to me on his part they were rec⟨eived in a manner⟩ showed at least I had no inclination ⟨to court them, and that⟩ I wished to stand rather upon a footing of m⟨ilitary confidence than⟩ of private attachment.”

(source — From Alexander Hamilton to Philip Schuyler, [18 February, 1781])

He didn't actually resign, and Washington relented giving him a command on the field.

#amrev #american history #american revolution #alexander hamilton #historical alexander hamilton #george washington #history #queries #sincerely anonymous #Cicero's history lessons

[writingstuffandmore]

The 9 Gems...

Pairing: EXO members (ot9)

Genre: Fluff

AU!: Fantasy

Word count: 677

Summary: A brief sneak peek into the university of magic...

A/N: First of all, wishing you a happy and healthy Merry Christmas in advance! I hope this Christmas brings immense happiness, good health and prosperity in your life and your family's lives too!

I hope you would like it dear @exo-xexo I tried to come with something sweet and different which lead to a new plot each and every time. I hope you will like my small idea :") with a small surprise at the end haha. @exols-silver-christmas Thanks for this year's event.

‘9 families, 9 people, 9 different personalities and 9 different powers yet they were one?’

A statement or like an unanswered question or thought that arose in everyone’s mind when they first heard about their families’ background but it didn’t matter when they saw their bond. The ‘Academia of Powers’ the university held its title and its reputation to the sky because the name did its justice for it was home to one of the finest power holders.

I know what you are thinking, is it like Harry Potter or X-Men? Not exactly, the academy is not just a place where people come and learn more about their powers and its potential but to supernatural creatures and those who were left abandoned by their families or were orphans. The humans who lived there learned about how to help the ones who had powers but were highly intelligent, their brains had a beautiful hold on the tasks and so did their hands and legs.

Anyways, we were talking about the 9 gentlemen right? The 9 fine gentlemen have their own story so to how they have reached the place they are and currently they are popularly known as the 9 gems for they have helped not only the university but others well.

At the university-

“Call the boys!!” a fine aged man said as his fingers skillfully and quickly were typing something on the laptop. The person nodded and dashed off the room and a few minutes later, a chatter was heard just outside the dean’s office before someone hushed everyone followed by a faint knock on the door.

“Sir, we may come in?” a husky voice said politely to which he got a reply of yes.

The young men entered the dean’s office, some had a scared look while the others were chill.

“Good morning, youngmen! Hope you are doing well. Mr Ooh and Mr Kim, why do you both seem nervous? Is there something going on?”

The two boys exchanged glances before speaking in unison, “Oh no sir. Thank you for your concern. It's just that we have an exam in 2 hours, so we are a bit nervous.” and bowed politely.

“Well exams are part and parcel but till the time you give your best shot. It only matters, yeah? Good Luck!! Anyways, we have an event coming up or should I say two most important competitions that challenges not only our reputation but our pride and potential as well, especially the 9 of you as the competition is organised by our fellow rivals and your most favourite nemesis, ‘The magic souls’ group. They have personally sent this invite and the dean of that university called me. So, this is our chance boys” The dean explained the whole competition and its structure and the rules that follow behind.

“But most importantly, your safety should be of utmost priority as we know the foul past that follows behind them of harming others. Mr Zhang, it would be a great opportunity for you to not only use your powers to heal others but to make the enemies taste their own medicine. ”

The boy with surname Zhang mischievously smiled as he had his plan ready and now he got the perfect opportunity

The boys nodded and spoke about their plans when they heard a loud thunder. “The weather seemed fine. How could be so-

“Sir, its Jongdae’s power. He might be helping the local farmers with the help of our hyung Minseok. That’s why there are seven of us.” Lay said to which the dean nodded. “You may leave now”

As the boys were about to leave, Baekhyun spoke “Sir, there is something you should be worried about. Do you remember the two halls you just got renovated and are outside the campus? It got destroyed” he said and sent a few videos and evidence while they quietly went away.

“Why did you do that?” Sehun asked. “You will see the effect during the competition with Magic Souls.” Kyungsoo said with a smirk as he understood the motive making Suho and Lay laugh.

Bonus: I remember you said your favourite member is Chen.. so, here is a mood board..

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[salt-up-to-your-ankles]

since its pride month i present to you:

my favourite men xoxo

(ps there may be spoilers for games / shows!!)

1. ALEX KAPRANOS - FRANZ FERDINAND

where do i even BEGIN first off hes so good looking like oh my god hes definitely to blame for my gay awakening and he seems like such a nice guy hes so talented and energetic at the franz concerts hes just really cool

2. LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR - LUCIFER

okay please do not spoil any because im on season 2 anyway omg hes so hot its not even funny i love his accent even though i hate the british (kidding) and hes actually pretty funny lol

3. GERARD WAY - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

oh he is sosososo hot and his voice is so fit too hes so good looking and so sweet and such an icon honestly hes super talented too i love him so much i love all of mcr tbh theyre all cool also his hair especially in hesitant alien >>

4. CLIFF UNGER - DEATH STRANDING

okay hes REALLY good looking im sorry like dilf? sorry. dilf? sorry. anyway i also think hes pretty badass especially in the war parts of the game and i feel kinda bad for him like he only wanted his kid back poor guy

5. LUKE DANES - GILMORE GIRLS

aaafsghfgshs i love him so so so much hes so sweet hes so funny i love him with all my heart he deserves happiness he deserves everything and hes so cute i wish lukes diner was real so bad

6. CONNOR - DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

hes such an awesome guy (so is bryan dechart btw) and i love his dynamics with hank as well as his personality he can be such a badass and so cute at the same time also hes good looking and i really like his suit it looks good

7. MARKUS - DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

god hes hot im sorry also his eyes???? hello???? sex??? kidding but anyway hes a super badass hes so cool and i love him i feel bad and i wish he lived a happy life with carl but also hes super awesome so

8. JAN BORYSEWICZ - LADY PANK

mmm hes good looking also i love lady pank theyre so cool id write this part in polish but the rests in english so itd look super weird but anyway hes so cool and still is

9. DR FRANK N FURTER - ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW

ladies and gentlemen i wont lie he made me question my sexuality a little hes so hot but you know what i love more than men? men in drag xoxo he pulls all the outfits off so good and his voice is amazing

10. MIKEY WAY - MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

you cant have one way without the other amirite guys anyway i love him so much hes probably my favourite member i loved him when he was younger i love him how he is now he looks amazing any time and hes such a good bass play and honestly a bit of an inspiration musically

NOO TUMBLR WONT LET ME ADD MORE PHOTOS

YOU WILL NOT SILENCE ME I WILL SHOW THE WORLD MY BAD TASTE IN MEN !!!

anyway yeah if you can see a type no you cant

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[lothiriel84]

The Way I Feel When I'm in Your Hands

If all mistakes had such a happy resolution, Mr Darcy could not help but muse, one could scarcely be expected to contain himself. He was only thankful that that was not the way of all gentlemen, for his sister’s sake, if nothing else.

A Pride and Prejudice ficlet. Darcy/Elizabeth. Sequel to On the Other Side from You.

For all that Bingley and Miss Bennet had repeatedly offered to move the date of the wedding so that the Darcys might be able to attend, Elizabeth had steadfastly refused to cause any more delay to her beloved sister’s happiness; by the time the ceremony took place, Mrs Darcy was well into her confinement, and although she did try to persuade her husband that she would manage on her own, should he wish to stand up with his friend, he would not be removed from her side at such a time as this for anything in the world.  

Mr Darcy had taken up to reading to his wife to alleviate her boredom, for she had been growing more and more restless as her time approached; he knew she wished for her sister to be there for her, and had resolved to send word to Bingley, enquiring whether it would be too much of an inconvenience for the new couple to make a detour for Derbyshire on their way back from their wedding trip. And so it was that, just as Mrs Reynolds welcomed Mr and Mrs Bingley to Pemberley, the family physician as well as the most experienced midwife in Lambton were sent for, and seventeen gruesome hours later, Anne Jane Darcy was finally placed into her exhausted mother’s arms.  

“She has your hair, and your eyes, I think,” Elizabeth murmured in wonder, her voice still hoarse for all the screaming. Quite shaken with the ordeal he had seen his wife go through to be delivered of their daughter – for not even Mrs Bingley had been able to dissuade her from demanding her husband’s presence in the birthing room, and in all truth, he’d had half a mind to force his way in regardless, propriety be damned – Mr Darcy privately considered that there might be some merit to her previous resolve to deny him any further marital intimacies, though how they were to go about it now that she had come to reciprocate his feelings at last, he honestly had no clue.  

They were still to properly lie together as man and wife, but for all that it was his secret shame and entirely unworthy of the gentleman he wished himself to be perceived as, he could not but cherish the memory of their heated encounter in the rain, not least because it had led them here, granting them the precious gift that was their little daughter, the most perfect babe he had ever had the fortune of laying his eyes upon. He was more than half in love with the child already, and he expected to grow more so with each passing day; his heart soared in his chest when he was finally allowed to hold her, as he remembered very well doing with his newborn sister, all those years prior. 

“Well, she has your nose, thank heavens, and your mouth, too,” he smiled tenderly in response to her fond gaze, and shifted the infant into the crook of his arm so that he might lean down to press an affectionate kiss on top of her head.  

“I fear your family will be most disappointed in my failure to provide you with an heir, and that in addition to my previous offence of trapping you into a marriage so far beneath you none of them could ever bring themselves to countenance.” 

“Nonsense,” he stated with perfect conviction, cradling the sleeping babe to his chest. “I will have none of them speak a word against my daughter, or you, for that matter. And besides, I hold my own share of their joint disapproval, as they could all scarcely believe I would be so imprudent as to get a gentleman’s daughter with child, rather than employing what they deem a less indiscreet way to deal with my baser urges,” he concluded, distaste more than a little apparent in his tone.  

“Well, I feel sorry that your urges have so long been left unattended, Sir,” Elizabeth laughed so heartily that he momentarily feared for her health, as the doctor had been most firm in his instructions that she required complete rest for at least a week, and that she should be spared from any form of exertion in her current state.  

“Not so entirely unattended,” he blushed quite red in spite of himself, as he recalled the all too welcome attentions she had insisted on bestowing upon him not two days prior. How he had not thought about it that day at Rosings, rather than allowing himself to get so overcome with his feelings as to take her fully, and in such a public place at that, it was beyond him; even now, he was momentarily overcome with the memory of how she had looked in that moment, her hair and dress irretrievably ruined by the rain, yet still more beautiful than ever in her righteous anger.  

“Oh, I am confident I could do much better, once I am recovered,” his wife teased him, knowing full well the effect she was having upon him. “Unfortunately, this little one here has worn me out quite thoroughly, and I expect she shall only get more demanding with time.” 

“As it is only her right,” he concluded, handing their precious daughter back into her mother’s tender care. “You must rest now, if you can, wife. For my part, I am, as ever, entirely at your service, and therefore entreat you not to hesitate to ask for anything you might require.” 

“Thank you, husband,” Elizabeth smiled back with such an ease he had never once dared to hope for in those bleak months at the beginning of their marriage. He felt compelled to lean down so that he might press one more kiss to her waiting forehead, and then brush his lips very carefully to the soft hair covering the child’s head. Their daughter stirred in her sleep, but only just, settling back against her mother’s breast with a contented sigh.  

If all mistakes had such a happy resolution, Mr Darcy could not help but muse, one could scarcely be expected to contain himself. He was only thankful that that was not the way of all gentlemen, for his sister’s sake, if nothing else.  

.

Truth be told, no one was as surprised as Mr Darcy to be subjected to a renewal of his wife’s attentions no later than two days after her churching. Not, he stated most emphatically to himself, that he was about to complain; as far as he was concerned, enough time had elapsed for the horrors of childbirth to be no longer as prominent to his mind as to prevent him from acting on his own desires. And desire her he did, as he laid her down on his bed and proceeded in such a manner as proved to be most agreeable to both parties – much more so than the hurried moment they had once shared with most of their clothes still in place, though soaked through by the inclement weather. 

“Oh”, Elizabeth sighed when they were done, dazed and happy and fairly flushed all over. “I did not know it could be like this, or I might have considered accepting you after all.” 

“Was it so very unpleasant for you?” he enquired immediately, worried that he might have been entirely mistaken in his belief that she had, at least, consented to the act with nearly as much enthusiasm as he himself had experienced.  

“I would not call it unpleasant, and I hear that a certain amount of, well, discomfort is only to be expected, when a woman first lies with a man. Not that we did anything much in the way of lying, if I recall correctly.” 

Even after what they had just done, Mr Darcy could not help but colour slightly at the particulars of their intimacies being addressed so frankly. “I shall never hear the end of it, shall I? But I feel it incumbent upon me to inform you, Madam, that the nature of my injury would very much prevent me from attempting anything of that persuasion in the future – whether to your relief or to your secret regret, I would leave for you to decide.” 

He would not, could not admit to her how much of his pride it had cost him to accept that his knee would never fully heal, and he would therefore be somewhat limited in his physical exertions for the rest of his life. It was no small consolation that he had at least managed to acquit himself creditably as far as his marital duties were concerned, and he very much hoped he would be able to keep up with their daughter, once she was old enough to roam the grounds of the estate like he’d once done as a child.  

“Fitzwilliam,” she began, clearly distressed by this mention of his accident. He knew she still had nightmares on occasion, yet he could not help but selfishly rejoice that she had come to care for him enough for such occurrences to take place. How such an unworthy lout as himself deserved the creature still nestled in his arms, he could scarcely fathom.  

“Hush, it is no matter. My only regret is that I could not have fallen from my horse on the way to Rosings, sparing you the fate that I unwittingly placed upon you.” 

Elizabeth swatted his arm with more force than he would have given her credit for. “Don’t you dare! I may have been all too reluctant to enter this marriage, but I’ll have you know I would not have it any other way now, and I could not bear for you to imply any regrets as to the events that led to the creation of our daughter.” 

“If there is one thing I could never come to regret, that is our Anne,” he spoke very seriously, holding her gaze for a long moment. “I have loved her from the very moment I learned of her existence, and that was before I had any hope for the two of us to ever come to a semblance of companionship in what was expected of us as a direct consequence of our actions.” 

He reached to swipe away the tears that seemed to have come to her quite unexpectedly. “Motherhood has made me quite emotional, I find,” she said in jest, offering him a tremulous smile for his trouble. “Should this state of affairs persist much longer, I fear I shall turn into my own mother, and then I shall feel sorry for you indeed, Sir.” 

“You may consider you need not worry about finding a suitable husband for any of our daughters, something which will put considerably less strain on your nerves, I should hope.” 

“Ah, but what if one of them were to lose her reputation to some haughty gentleman who then refused to do his duty by her?” 

“If that were ever to happen, I shall make the wretch regret the very day he was born,” he declared with the utmost finality, holding her closer and pressing an ardent kiss to her brow.  

.

Mr and Mrs Bingley’s next letter brought the hint of some happy news of their own, though it was still too early to tell, and they did not wish for Mrs Bennet to be informed until they were certain. It also related news that had reached Meryton of a scandal pertaining a member of the local militia the Darcys were only too well acquainted with – none other than Mr Wickham, whose whereabouts were currently unknown as he had fled Brighton in a hurry after conducting himself most improperly with a baronet’s daughter, leaving the poor girl to be disowned by her family as the nature of her condition could no longer be concealed from the world.  

As could be imagined, Mr Bennet could only congratulate himself on his decision to forbid Lydia from going to Brighton, as he could no longer be persuaded to trust on the discretion of any of his remaining daughters, after his Lizzy had gone and made such a spectacle of herself when he had always considered her the sensible one. Mrs Bennet, on her part, had declared that she had always known there was something not quite right about Mr Wickham, and that she had never quite liked him in the first place.  

After giving it quite some thought, and pausing only to consult his sister’s delicate sensibilities regarding the matter, Mr Darcy undertook the long journey to Brighton with his wife’s blessing, bringing back the unfortunate girl whom he then placed under the care of a most respectable widow of his acquaintance, as well as ensuring that both she and the child she was carrying would be well provided for in the future.  

“That was most generous of you, husband,” Elizabeth complimented him as soon as it was just the two of them – three, if you counted the little one she was nursing, but she was far too young to understand anything of which they were speaking. Georgiana had chosen to retire early, much overwhelmed with grief for ever entertaining any hope on the scoundrel, as well as with pity for the poor girl’s plight. “But I should hope you are not planning to hold yourself accountable for all of Mr Wickham’s misdemeanours henceforth.” 

“I suppose, in a way, I see it as penance for my own misdemeanours also,” came his hushed confession, though he had not come prepared to admit to it. “No young woman should be made to suffer through the scandal by herself, while there’s very little to prevent the gentleman from walking away as if nothing had happened.” 

“It could have been much worse,” his wife sighed, adjusting their daughter so that he might slip his arm around her more comfortably. “They could have forced him to marry her – can you imagine?” 

“I would not wish on any gentlewoman to find herself tied to Wickham in such a way,” Mr Darcy shuddered, tightening his hold on her. “No woman at all, for that matter. But I shall endeavour to see the poor thing married respectably, if she so wishes; and even then, only if we can find a suitable husband for her, one willing to be a proper father to her child.” 

With that, they both fell silent, their gazes resting as one upon the perfect miracle they had contributed to creating. But Anne had fallen asleep at last, and was blissfully unaware of the depths of her parents’ love for her; just as she was of her fortuitous role in uniting them in a most abiding manner, all of that before she had even been born.  

#Pride and Prejudice #Pride and Prejudice (2005) #Mr Darcy #Elizabeth Bennet #Elizabeth/Darcy #alternate universe #canon divergence #unplanned pregnancy #historical inaccuracies #I don't even know #I wrote a thing #A Momentary Lapse of Reason (series)

[dibbiedabbiedoobie]

Put Me Down, Darcy!

i cannot believe i never posted this, it took seeing a post on my dash about gentlemen preds to remind me that i wrote a whole fic and posted it to ao3 and everything and never here. wild.

The link if u wanna read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23688532

 "Mr. Darcy," says Elizabeth, so thoroughly peeved by her husband's behavior that she cares not to keep it out of her voice. Currently, she's a mere 4 inches tall, dressed in her nightclothes, and being held aloft by Mr. Darcy's gentle, yet firm fingers when she'd originally been asleep not even ten minutes ago.

 "Mrs. Darcy," he replies. There's a smugness to his tone, something that, prior to their marriage, she would've assumed to be pride, but now she knows is merely affectionate teasing. On his face is a curious expression, a strange mix of mild hunger, boundless admiration, and a concern so gentle it's hard to reconcile it with the Darcy of before.

 "I would quite like to be put down, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth kicks her legs for effect, though it does little to change any of the intent on his face.

 "Then I shall be happy to oblige you," he says, and then he begins to open his mouth wide.

 "On the ground, Mr. Darcy!" cries Elizabeth. "And returned to my former size!"

 "You were always so small. I don't think you've lost very much off your original stature." Darcy answers, his eyes brimming with mirth and hunger. Affectionately, he pets her head with his free fingers. "Not that I mind, of course."

 "Is this why you were so peckish at dinner this evening? Because you meant to make a meal of me instead?"

 There's a loving, yet smug smile on his face as he says, "Perhaps, if you want to think of it like that. But you could consider that you're always cold in these winter months, even in bed, and that it's rather difficult to be cold when you're inside. As such, my not eating was merely me keeping your bed clean."

 "And I suppose there's nothing enticing about going to sleep full and knowing you'll wake up just as satisfied in the morning?"

 "There's everything enticing about it," says Darcy bluntly, "especially seeing as I haven't eaten since lunch. My hope is that being more cordial than forceful will prevent my going to bed hungry."

 "It's not like I'm any state to stop you," huffs Elizabeth. She's completely at the mercy of his temperament, which, while typically kind, amicable, and respecting of her wishes, is now being heavily affected by his empty stomach. With her shrunken stature, there's no chance of her landing safely on the ground, let alone getting away afterward.

 It's not that she'd want to, however; she's quite certain of her safety in her husband's hands, even at this tiny size and even with that hungry look in his eyes. She's simply a bit irritated at being woken so abruptly only so he could have a snack instead of eating dinner. It's completely like Darcy's character, particularly in that it irritates her and pleases him; part of her loves it on that principle, but the other part merely wishes to return to bed.

 "I will admit that the idea is more than a small bit tempting, especially considering your current condition. Still, I would like to earn my reward," Darcy smiles, showing off his teeth and, Elizabeth is certain, displaying exactly where he would like to have her.

 It makes her melt, though not out of fear. As always, Darcy is giving her a choice, if worded rather unclearly. Should she refuse, she'll be returned to her normal size, and he'll speak no more of it for the rest of the night, even as his stomach rumbles around its emptiness. He'd be the perfect gentleman, even if his current actions leave much to be desired.

 In all honesty, beyond the wish to reward his politeness, it's a tempting promise on its own: she would be surrounded by the softest, most comfortable blankets in the known world, she could sleep as long as she liked without worry of being woken by the morning sun, and she would be providing her husband with one of the best meals he's ever had. The only real downsides would be if she awoke before Darcy, which happened so rarely it wasn't even worth thinking of, and being deprived of his morning kisses.

 "Then consider your reward earned," Elizabeth yawns. "It's not as much effort as you might normally expend, but I am too tired to do much more."

 "That's quite alright," hums Darcy. Deftly, he works off her sleeping clothes as his stomach growls audibly. "After all, I did earn it, effort aside."

 "The only problem is that I am to be without your kisses in the morning," sighs Elizabeth. "I will miss those quite a bit, I imagine."

 "I will just have to give you enough to last you through the night, then." Darcy begins to pepper her with kisses, moving his lips up and down her body. "Is that enough?" he pulls away, a smile on his face reminiscent of someone who had just recently fallen in love and not someone who had been happily married for years. "Or perhaps more?"

 He leans in again, but now begins to gingerly nibble at her sides. He is delicate, even more so than usual, and his teeth don't bite so much as they rest on her skin in various places. Soon enough, he grows tired of teasing, and he slips her tiny toes into his mouth.

 He has less patience than usual, it seems, since he quickly engulfs her thighs, then her torso, then finally her head. He hums, clearly pleased, as his tongue tosses her petite frame about, the muscle curling and suckling around and at her body. Once she's thoroughly slathered in spit, gravity shifts, sending her sliding down Darcy's tongue. With a flick of the muscle, she squeezes into his throat.

 Darcy's gullet is tight; The muscular walls have no trouble tugging her body deeper into his, hugging her form in a constant, overeager embrace. Elizabeth almost wishes she could hug back, all too aware of how Darcy loved it when she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest. As she descends, the steady drum of his heart grows louder, beating out a calm rhythm that she already feels herself becoming lost in. The volume falls as she slides down deeper until she, at last, is deposited into the pit of Darcy's stomach.

 Instinct guides her to try and right herself, and she squirms until she is curled comfortably on her back, nestled snugly in the folds of her husband's belly. Beneath her, the flesh is pliant and supple, and it cradles her with the most delicate, caring touch, second only to his hands.

 "Are you all right, Eliza?" asks Darcy. His voice is a low rumble rolling through her body, calming her immediately in a way that she'll never be able to describe. She certainly has tried, which while it did not lead to Darcy truly comprehending how she felt, it did lead to Darcy dropping his voice when he spoke to her while she was inside, and she's more than a bit content with that.

 "I'm just fine, Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth answers with a soft smile on her face. She loves the way his name rolls off her tongue; she could say it a thousand times and never grow tired of it. "How are you tonight?"

 "Well, I just had the most delightful dinner. Only one course, but my, what a course." Darcy begins, though his tone soon drifts into a haze; his words are plenty clear, but Elizabeth can practically see the pleased look on his face. "Perfect presentation, perfect flavor... just perfect..."

 His voice goes from hazy into a low hum, as it so often does during these times. Something about dining on her sends him spiraling out of control; his words will fail him, leaving him with little more than hums, coos, and purrs. Elizabeth quite likes it.

 She relaxes herself amidst the plush flesh, unbothered by the gentle undulations of it beneath her, nor the chorus of gurgles and grumbles from deeper in Darcy's bowels. It means little to her, for she is safe; Darcy would let no harm come to her, and that includes allowing his own natural processes to do so.

 "Goodnight, Elizabeth," says Darcy.

 "Goodnight, Fitzwilliam," says Elizabeth, and she lets her eyes shut.

#dibbiewrites #safe vore #nonfatal vore #v.ore #v0re #i tried mimicking austen's style i think but that breaks down real fast cuz it took so damn long to write #vore & prejudice #making up vore tags for these fandoms is my favorite part of fic writing

[threeracoonsinalatrenchcoat]

Since it's Pride month i feel the need to say that i have come to the conclusion that men are somehow tolerable and that apparently pans will become a very important part of my lifestyle from now on.

That said I wish a happy pride month to all the ladies, gentlemen and those who know better here on Tumblr.

#pansexual #coming out #pride month

[kaizsche]

WIP List Game

You know the drill: create a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

thank u so MUCH for the tag, @katherineholmes!!!

(i was in bed after finishing the movie taken (lmao) when i saw this and i immediately stood up my bed JFHIAHDIAUGDIA - and thought of reblogging but i just have so many darn wips... so get ready)

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

superposition

untitled original fam + jeremy trip (trip to nola crack fic)

untitled princess hours au (a kdrama)

1992

i hope you're happy, but don't be happier

isn't it strange?

about you

i wish we had more time (not the final title, lol.)

it's only natural

driver's license

by the gods (not the final title)

your disaster is heavy on my tongue

untitled viking au

untitled princess diaries au

keeping up with the mikaelsons

untitled guardians of the lamb au (a manhwa)

windchimes and kifton suits

untitled klena theatre au

if we make it through december

untitled elejah pregnancy fic

untitled elejah sirebond thing

untitled elejah modern pregnancy fic

untitled the gentlemen au fic

untitled time travel fic

untitled time travel pregnancy fic thing

untitled klaus in wolf form crack fic

untitled wolf mate thing fic au?? idk

time will warp what is mine

elena x mikaelsons (#trying to fit all the tvd characters in this godforsaken fic)

untitled elena + mikaelson family crack fic

Star Wars

don't blame me, love made me crazy (an anon req i havent touched in forever)

ashes on the ground

untitled anakin x reader fic

in my dreams you love me back

rocket man (i think it's gonna be a long, long time)

Genshin Impact

to taste a winner

catching feelings

eyepatches

Wednesday

untitled - addams family kidnaps tyler lol

untitled pride and prejudice au

into the devil's jaws

i'd probably still adore you with your thighs around my neck (draft)

untitled wyler torture scene

Wednesday x The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

untitled enid as klaroline's daughter fic

untitled wyler trip to nola

Star Wars x The Vampire Diaries

happier than ever

NCT

the five stages of separation

hey mama!

Empress Ki

untitled fic

Haikyu!!

krinos

kenma x idol au one shot

Mob Psycho 100

untitled smut fic

Shadow and Bone

the hero

Teen Wolf

till the ends of the earth with you (discontinued)

The Eternals

untitled ikaris fic (discontinued)

The Batman

untitled fic (discontinued bc my friend thought the way i wrote selina kyle was ooc)

ITS A LONG LIST ISNT IT IM CACKLING - pls feel free to ask ANYTHING OR EVERYTHING 😏😏😏😏😏

(didn't include one fic in my gdocs cause it for a gift heh)

tagging: @sunless-garden @itsmejaji and anybody else interested!

#ask game #fanfic writer game #fanfic writer asks #fanfic writing #writing #writing woes #it me #ASK ME— #NO #BETTER YET DEMAND ME TO REVEAL SNIPPETS #sjjsjsjsjdjdjs #do it #DO IT

[thetldrplace]

Thackery on Relationship Problems

I'm reading Henry Esmond by William Makepeace Thackeray, and he makes some interesting comments about strife in marriage:

"In houses where, in place of that sacred, inmost flame of love, there is discord at the center, the whole household becomes hypocritical and lies to his neighbor. The husband (or it may be the wife) lies when the visitor comes in, and wears a grin of reconciliation or politeness before him. The wife lies (indeed her business is to do that, and to smile however much she is beaten), swallows her tears, and lies to her lord and master; lies in bidding little Jackey respect dear papa; lies in assuring grandpapa that she is perfectly happy. The servants lie, wearing grave faces behind their master's chair, and pretending to be unconscious of the fighting; and so, from morning till bedtime, life is passed in falsehood."

He also has some interesting thoughts on the possible source of some of this marital strife:

"Much of the quarrels and hatred which arise between married people come in my mind from the husband's rage and revolt at discovering that his slave and bedfellow, who is to minister to all his wishes, and is church-sworn to honor and obey him- is his superior; and that he, and not she, ought to be the subordinate of the twain: and in these controversies, I think, lay the cause of my lord's anger against his lady. When he left her, she began to think for herself, and her thoughts were not in his favor.

And if it be painful to a woman to find herself mated for life to a boor, and ordered to love and honor a dullard; it is worse still for the man himself perhaps, whenever in his dim comprehension the idea dawns that his slave and drudge yonder is, in truth, his superior; that the woman who does his bidding, and submits to his humor, should be his lord; that she can think a thousand things beyond the power of his muddled brains; "

The text is speaking specifically about the couple in the book, though Thackeray makes a broader point that this happens in many marriages. It needn't happen, for a man could marry a woman who isn't as smart or perceptive as he is. Or he could marry one much more capable, and avoid the pitfall described above by not expecting her to be his personal slave. Recognize her abilities and talents and give her due and praise where it is merited. If I encourage and foster those abilities, then I too can be pulled up by her strengths. She has willingly hitched her wagon to mine, so there is no reason why I can't expect that she would offer her abilities to raise me up, in the same way I would offer mine to raise her up.

If I, as the gentlemen in the novel, take offense at her superiority and then try and knock her down, rather than raise her up, then it's my issue for having been a bad steward. The novel uses this symbolism:  

"So a man dashes a fine vase down, and despises it for being broken. It may be worthless – true: but who had the keeping of it, and who shattered it? "

It seems to me that the lion's share of the problem here is our pride. If I can approach the situation with some humility, and simply recognize the truth- that she has gifts in some areas that exceed mine, and accordingly praise her and build her up for those things, then the problem is not a problem, but a strength. Don’t be a butt. Appreciate and recognize what you've been given. So much of a relationship springs from our respective abilities to compromise- which means letting go of some the things we consider important. It won't be a compromise if it isn't something important to you.... if it was never important, you wouldn't even bother trying to hold on to it in the first place. But the odd thing is that, with enough compromise (by which I mean making concessions to resolve disputes), over time they don't even really feel like concessions anymore. It becomes a way to make the other person happy. The focus shifts from the negative of "giving up your way" to the positive of "making the other person happy". The concession becomes negligible in itself, and the important part is the peace. I should state that when I talk about compromise, I'm not really talking about compromising important principles or moral stances. Ya'd probably better work those things out before getting into a long term relationship by making sure you're compatible in those basic outlooks on life, otherwise things are going to be rocky.

I want to be the kind of person who looks for ways to make those around me happy. I trust that for the most part, they'll reciprocate. I also understand that there are people out there who don't reciprocate. I hate to think that there is someone who can't... I'd like to think anyone has the power to change, but there are some hard cases out there. But assuming you're not a hard case, then my advice is to be as accommodating as you can to the other; recognize their strong points and praise and compliment them often for them, and look for ways to build them up, rather than ways to raise your own stature.

#Henry Esmond #William Makepeace Thackeray #Marriage #Relationships

[girlsadarose]

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