and most of all his perfect husband

American Gods 1x04: There’s Something About Laura

I was looking at this title and thinking it could equally apply to the Twin Peaks regroups I will be doing, but unlike the vague sense of existential angst I feel when watching that show, American Gods brings me nothing but joy. This show continues to improve and surprise with every episode, and this weeks dive into the life and times of Laura Moon was the best outing so far. Last week I talked about how successful this show has been in it’s ability to tell stories that are able to stand on their own, a particularly difficult feat for a show that also boasts an extensive fantasy universe. This episode was the perfect example of the strength of American Gods storytelling. While Laura’s story is another thread in the richer tapestry of the show, this episode also worked on it’s own simply as a story about a woman struggling to find meaning in her life. This episode also marked the first real divergence in terms of faithfulness to the source material as well, and it’s a testament to how well the show has been able to grasp Gaiman’s original vision that this episode felt seamless. The first three episodes have been almost rote in their following of the original novel’s first act and the major events therein. But Laura, although important to the larger plot, is a character that is never really flushed out in a meaningful way in the novel. The show’s choice to spotlight her in an episode highlights one of my favorite things about Bryan Fuller as a show runner which are his efforts to expand/create roles for women and POC (most notably in Hannibal).

In episode four we jump back in time (many years) to follow Laura’s life from the time she first met future husband and protagonist Shadow, to the the surprise reunion with him that ended episode 3. Laura is a complex character, and there are many potential pitfalls in her portrayal. Up until this point all we really know about Laura is via other people’s perceptions of her. To Shadow she was a perfect wife, beautiful and serene. To Audrey (Betty Gilpin), Laura was a cheating whore. We know Shadow loved her, and that she had betrayed that love by having an affair with his best friend Robbie (Dane Cook), an affair that would lead to both adulterers untimely deaths. It would be easy to make Laura a villain, she did after all break the heart of the handsome hero we have spent three prior hours getting to love. Conversely it would be just as easy to make her overly sympathetic, someone to be pitied or condescended to. But to Fuller, Green, and Emily Browning’s credit, Laura falls into neither trap. She is simply an unhappy person who does not ask for or need your deeper understanding. As she tells Anubis, “I lived my life, good and bad, definitely not light as a feather.”

In a story that is about celebrating the power and possibility of belief, Laura is a character who (at least in life) believed in nothing outside of what she could see. She struggled with finding contentment in her life, even when on paper she should have been happy, and she often sought dangerous alternatives in an effort to feel emotional connection. As someone who often struggles with depressive thoughts, Laura’s struggles were all too familiar. Although she loved Shadow, she was not able to pin her happiness on him the way he had on her. No matter her feelings, life was never going to be more than the reality of living.

So being transported to a magical afterlife after her violent death comes as somewhat of a shock to Laura. When the curtain is pulled back revealing that there WAS something more to life all the time, and Laura will still be receiving only the darkness she expected, she can’t help but feel cheated. Luckily Shadow tries to save her from herself one last time and throws Mad Sweeney’s lucky coin into her grave returning her earthly soul back into what’s left of her body. Zombie Laura now perceives Shadow as a bright beacon of light against an otherwise colorless world, and she resolutely sets out to help him in any way she can, now finally able to return the consuming and singular love he felt for her all these years. Who needs true love’s kiss when you can have true love’s Droog massacre. In a revisit to the lynching scene from episode one, we now see it was Zombie Laura who cut down Shadow and dispatched of his attackers in SPECTACULAR fashion. You go zombie girl, you punch out that guys skeleton.

However during all that ass kicking Laura’s arm is torn off (despite her super strength, she is still just a corpse), and she pragmatically attempts to fix it via her friend Audrey’s scrapbooking room. I would like to take this moment to talk about the performances in this episode. American Gods has boasted great acting, but this episode had some standouts and a real MVP. I’ll start by confessing that I have never been a real fan of Emily Browning or Dane Cook. I found the former pretty but bland, and the latter deeply unlikable in every possible way. As meathead adulterer Robbie, Cook exceeded my expectations by playing him with a surprising vulnerability instead as a stereotypical asshole bro. And I will concede with Browning the roles she has played previous as a “pretty girl” often do not hold much in the way of material. But I was also pleasantly surprised by her as well, as discussed earlier Laura is a difficult character and Browning clearly grasps her complexities. She is putting in the work and (theme of American Gods) really going for it, which I always respect. I am looking forward to seeing where she will take Laura, especially as the character sets off into uncharted waters.

That being said the standout performance of this episode was unquestionably Betty Gilpin’s Audrey. Holy shit. Gilpin’s performance of  Audrey, a widow grieving both her best friend and husband while wrestling with their combined betrayal, and then discovering said friend as a zombie in her house… is just beyond. Even though her previously described situation is completely ludicrous, Audrey’s pain remains tangible and serves to ground scenes that could have easily spiraled into lunacy. But even though Gilpin is able to keep Audrey’s sadness and anger central, she is also poignantly funny. I don’t know about y'all but I will be yelling “Get out of my house you zombie whore,” at friends and family for years to come. The scene in Audrey’s bathroom where Laura attempts to reconcile the relationship she may have irreparably destroyed with her best friend, while also passing embalming fluid through every orifice and being, you know, a zombie, is one of the best scenes I have ever seen on television. It is a female friendship that is pitch perfect in terms of complexity, pain and love. It is also a woman dealing with a shitting zombie cheater in her house. To sum up, if this show just turned into an Audrey/Laura road trip that would be a-okay with me.

So Laura is picked up by Ibis and Anubis, or Mr Jacquel and Mr. Ibis if ya nasty, and brought back to their funeral parlor. Ibis is a character we have seen briefly penning the Coming to America sections, and is also an old god by way of Egyptian mythology. You also may have noticed they have a cat ;). The two Egyptian gods patch up Laura properly, although she is still a corpse prone to decomposition and loss of limb, and she sets back out in pursuit of Shadow, the now literal light of her life. We then meet back up with the ending of the previous episode, with Shadow being brought face to face with his undead bride.

What could happen next week!!! I don’t know, but I am DYING to find out. Get it? Zombie joke. What if I’ve been a zombie this whole time? You don’t know I’m not. Okay I haven’t eaten in a while. Love ya.

XO MD

PS. Oh yeah this episode had an original song with Shirley Manson! Like as if it hasn’t rained enough gifts down upon us. You can listen here: “Queen of the Bored”

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Perfectly Fine

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Request: Could you do a dean fic where he saved the reader on a case long ago and they’ve been dating since. But then on djinn hunt dean gets captured and put into the dream world and while their he finds the reader. She’s living an apple pie life with another guy and two kids. When the reader and Sam saves dean from the djinn he feels guilty for pulling her into the hunting life. The end like an angsty/fluff mix where the reader promises she wouldn’t want that life. 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Angst & fluff? This definitely leans to one of those…


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Fic Rec: Fic That I’ll Read Over & Over Again

•         Love Is A Rebellious Bird

•         Wild And Unruly

•         If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie)

•         baby we could be enough (i’ll make this feel like home)

•         If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night)

•         Sing When You’re Winning

•         Unbelievers

•         Naked & Proud

•         Nicotine

•         Loving You Is Free

•         Want you to want me

•         Absolutely Still

•         for now (and forever)

•         These Roads We Stumble Down

•         Take My Breath Away

•         Cold

•         why don’t we go there?

•         I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me

•         These Constant Stars

•         To the Ends of the Earth

•         Behavioural Ecology

•         my heart is breathing for this moment in time

•         After Hours

•         so keep my candle bright

•         So Much We Didn’t Say

•         like a boomerang

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The baby was just shy of eighth months the first night she was parted from her mother.

Important business in Orlais. He didn’t like it, and he hadn’t agreed with it. The Inquisitor was a target now, and a valuable one at that. Orlais was not the most trustworthy of ventures either.

But still, Elicia had gone. A duty call, she had said. Just because the Inquistion was not needed so desperately did not mean she was not needed at all. His fears had become realised when they had lost contact with the party, and local scouts reported heavy fighting along their chosen path. Fierce storms had seized the hold, and his units had taken refuge for the night, unable to press ahead. He had paced holes in the flooring of his office waiting for any news, frantic and growing increasingly inpatient by the second, praying for even the smallest slither of information, yet none such had yet come.

And thus, he was in sole custody of the tiny bundle he and the Inquisitor shared. A baby girl; Imogen, they had named her, with tufts of blonde curls, and a gummy smile rumoured to command with ease the very Commander of the Inquisition himself.

Elicia had left enough milk to feed her (and half of Skyhold, Cullen reckoned on inspection) but still, she wailed and refused any more. She was clean (a cautious sniff to the napkin had confirmed that), warm (maybe too warm…or cold?!) and yet, he sensed that his growing anxiety was the culprit in this mess, that his own fear was terrifying her.

He had tried everything to calm her,  Maker, to calm himself, but it was all to no avail.  He paced the floor of their private quarters, bouncing the tearful infant over and over, shushing her as he did. So when his shaky voice managed to find the words to the Chant of Light, and she began to quiet from a scream to a whimler, it was a miracle. A sad sort of smile crept across his face as she finally fell silent, instead choosing to simply stare at him.

“I’m sorry, my little one. I’m not doing very well, am I? Most certainly not up to your mother’s standards. Maker knows what you are thinking right now.”

She continued to stare up at him from his chest, with a quiet hic, the same eyes he recognised as his own, locked to him.

“Actually, I know what you are thinking. What an awful excuse for a father, and for a husband. And you aren’t far wrong. I am not worthy, not deserving of any of this, and you and your mother deserving of something better. I pray you forgive me, little one, for all the instances I fall short of perfection in your eyes. I do not mean for it to be this way.”

He drew her to him, soft head tucking into the crook of his neck, and his cradling arms wrapped her in warmth, and in the sudden fierceness of paternal love.

“But, Andraste preserve me, I love you more than you will ever know. My child, the light of my life, you…have brought love into such dark places of my heart, with such ferocious power I did not know was possible. You and your mother, little love, you have given this sinful wanderer such purpose. I doubt you shall ever know just what you mean to me. And I shall never fail you, I will change it all for you and I will give my life before the Maker a thousand times before I see you come to harm.”

It had become a feverent, hushed muttering, and he pressed a shaking kiss to the side of her head, the wide, innocent eyes of his daughter seizing him once again as he whispered to her, leaning his nose down to rest against her own tiny one.

“This I vow to you, precious one.”

She nestled her head against him, her small body curling against his broad chest, a fist twisting with his linen shirt, and he felt his heart leap, a proud, moving warmth rising in him as her lips twisted with a peaceful sigh; “Da.

Cullen Stanton Rutherford did not often cry. He had long believed that it was for the weak; a fault, a failing. But that night, in the midst of the wild weather, and worrisome wait, he allowed himself a single exception - after all, there was no possible weakness that could have moved him so greatly.

What a Tease Part 4

Original gifs have unknown source but I added the filters to them. The second one is of Joe Cole from his role in skins. I felt like purple fit the vibes of this fic.

John Shelby x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 

Prompt: John takes you back to his house.

~warnings: swearing and lots of smut oops not oops~

A/N: This was the first time I have ever written smut so tell me if I took it too far please. I tried to make it as cute as possible and avoided using any harsh words for body parts. Also, yes this is a pretty long fic so, sorry it took so long. I had a hard time getting the hang of this smut writing stuff. There will be a part five to this and that will probably be it but who knows. At this point I am just going with the flow. The next thing I post will either be the Part 2 to Breathe, You’re Safe or the part 5 to this. If you have a preference let me know! Send me feedback on this please!!


Darkness enveloped you both, as you walked huddled close to his body. The streets were mostly still with an occasional shady character walking by every few minutes or so. The hum of factories sounded in the background muddled by distance.

You normally would’ve been scared to make this walk but John’s confident stride gave you comfort. He rambled on and on about his kids and family and what he was hoping to do with all the money from the business. He still had a youthful optimism to him but there was still something dark that hung over him and seemed to heavy his heart.

“…I’ll be set. Nothin’ to worry about, just acres of land and a nice big house. Lots of fuckin’ land for the kids to run around in, time for me to be able to take care of them properly, a little piece of Heaven. White picket fence and the whole lot.” You couldn’t help but linger on his every word, wanting so badly to know everything about him. You giggled slightly at his perfect idealized world.

“What?” He questioned while responding to your laughter with some of his own, pulling away from your body slightly so he could look down at your face.

“It’s nothing.” You say still letting out tiny giggles and then leaving a few seconds of silence. “I just… I didn’t imagine big bad John Shelby dreaming of a future with green hills, flowers, sunshine and rainbows.” You say in a slightly joking manner hitting your hip into his body playfully nudging him.

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Top 25 Larry Fics of 2016

I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is larry. I like making lists and I like larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2016 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

An honorable mentions list will probably come soon, because there are so many brilliant fics that don’t reflect in their kudos.

25.) I Love You Most by @alienproof (11k)

Friends with benefits has always been enough for Louis. Until, of course, it isn’t.

24.) Just Like the Wolf Before He Bites by @crazyupsetter (11k)

He’s loud, Louis is, and that’s far from unusual for him, but the volume of it still has Harry pulling back the curtain. There’s a half-formed thought in the back of his brain about telling Louis off, because it’s fucking half three in the morning, but then.

But then Harry’s eyes get stuck on the soft glint of Louis’ stubble in the light, and he’s making his way across the room before he even realizes it.

Louis, for his part, just tips his chin up to give Harry space and keeps talking, waving the joint in his hand around for emphasis. He doesn’t even bother to greet Harry, going on with his story to his semi-rapt audience, just settles a hand in between Harry’s shoulder blades and pushes him down firmly.

Harry just. Relaxes. His eyes slip closed, pushing his entire face into that spot underneath Louis’ chin, where his hair is still growing, neat and prickly. The scent of Louis’ cologne drifts into Harry’s nose, light and fresh, and it’s calming. Comforting. His breathing syncs up with Louis’ quickly, and Harry feels so much better than he had five minutes ago he almost wants to cry.

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Just Us- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: May I request a newt x reader where it’s their honeymoon and the reader is a muggle and it’s really fluffy! I love your blog!!!

A/n: you have no idea how great it feels to write again. More works to come over the next few days or so. Enjoy :)

Warnings: implied reference towards the end? But also lots of fluff ;)

Your hair trailed down messily as your heart still pounded from earlier, as you were still high on the excitement that had taken over your body. A dim light flickered within the room, yet the rays were still radiant against the darkness itself and outside your window laid a serene countryside, one that had slipped into sleep not long ago. You had arrived here not long ago with your husband, Newt Scamander, as the two of you agreed that a simple yet personal honeymoon location was in order. You had always dreamed of finding true love and getting married, and you found this when the peculiar wizard crossed your path.

Newt walked into the room once more with a grin stretched across his face and his bow tie undone. His usual appearance of a blue coat and briefcase was set along a chair in the corner, and his eyes bursted with nothing but love and adoration. He too was still beaming from the wedding, as he now had the most wonderful and enchanting person to share the rest of his life with. His heart swooned and filled up at the sight of you. You were always beautiful to him, yet today, you were exceptionally stunning. Everything from your swollen lips to the swift lines of makeup around your eyes to your exposed skin melted together in his mind, for you were everything he could have ever asked for, both inside and out.

The wedding itself was almost as beautiful as you were. Families and friends lined the aisle as a cool spring breeze sifted through the air. It was a small wedding, but that only made it all the more meaningful. Your family, being muggles like you were, still new that Newt was a wizard, and their reaction to finding out was quite positive. The same reaction came from his family as well, as they knew your lack of magic was overlooked by Newt’s loving gazes. He thought you were fascinating and amazing in your own ways, and Newt didn’t care if you couldn’t conjure a patronus or brew extensive potions. He loved you for you, and nothing would ever change that.

You stood up from your seat on the bed and Newt wrapped his toned arms around you. He still smelt like a mix of grass and mint and he pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. Your hands maneuvered their way up to his cinnamon colored curls and he tightened his grip around your waist. The heat from his body mixed with yours, trapping the two of you in a warm embrace. A smile crept upon your face and you found yourself staring at him once more.

“Nice to see you too Mr. Scamander,” you whispered with a faint giggle laced with it.

“Well it’s always a joy to see you as well, Mrs. /Mr. Scamander,” he spoke as the words sweetly poured and rolled off his tongue. He gushed as he had waited all his life to say that, and now he finally had you. With his arms still around you, he scooped you up bridal style and twirled you around the room, eliciting a laugh from the both of you. The euphoria was unimaginable, and everything was falling into place. When he set you back down, he wrapped his arms around you again while placing his head on your shoulder lovingly.

“I love you Y/n. There’s no one else I’d rather be here with.”

“I love you too Newt, so, so much.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and you felt the slight yet scruffy stubble of his cheek. After, he pulled out his wand and uttered a spell, causing a few candles that rested on shelves to be graced with a waving flame. A record player also began to sing a symphony of trumpets and pianos, further adding to the lively atmosphere.

“You’re so lucky you’re able to that,” you said as Newt slipped his rough hand into your own smoother one.

“Hmm why so darling?” he asked, his voice sweetly and smoothly mixing with the music.

“Because it makes life easier. I’d give anything if I could be like you. Not everyone is magical like you, you know.”

“But darling, you are magical.”

“Newt, I’m a muggle.”

“Yes but your beauty and you voice and your eyes and your mind are enchanting love. I certainly can’t look away.”

Before you could speak again, his lips connected to yours once more, once again bringing you into the warmth of his chest. You could feel his heart beating under your fingertips as you remained enveloped with one another.

Newt didn’t need you to have a magic wand to be his. To him, you were already everything. Had he not have met you, he wouldn’t know what to do. You were the epitome of perfect, like stars shining against the black cloak of night, or the feeling of soft and icy snow against the warmth of one’s skin. You were the sun, the moon, the sky and all. He’d give you the world to make you smile, and he’d provide the shoulder for you to cry into when you needed to. On your wedding day he vowed to love and cherish you forever, and that was exactly as he planned to do.

“May I have a dance this evening darling?” he asked, a slight smirk arising as he gave you a small bow as well. With a laugh, you placed both of your hands in his. This is all you could have ever dreamed of. Swaying with the lullaby of the music and the gentle sounds of nature from the fields outside, you danced. Gracefully, he twirled you in circles and pulled you in closer. He breathed in your perfume mixed with the scent of the candles that sat around you, not wanting to leave this moment. Like the tree branches in the wind, you moved in sync. As the song ended, he held you in his arms, and soft cricket noises from outside filled your ears.

“I love you my darling Mrs. /Mr. Scamander,” he whispered against you, causing butterflies to swarm once more. He always had that effect on you.

“I love you too Mr. Scamander. I’ll always be with you.”

Your lips greeted his and the two of you stayed in your embrace. Newt had you sweetly by his side, and nothing would ever take that away. A new song began to play, and Newt led you back to your shared bed, laying you down and softly cuddling into your side. Your arms draped over his chest as he brushed his locks out of his face.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He proposed, lovingly looking back into your own (eye color) eyes, “How did I make the most gorgeous and ravishing person agree to spend the rest of their lie with me?”

“Oh Newt, the better question is what did I do to deserve a man so uniquely special in every way?”

You pressed your lips up to his jawline as you fiddled with the undone bowtie still sitting in his neck. Gently with warm fingertips, you pulled it off of him. His gaze shifted down to your shoulders and exposed skin from your sleeves. You felt a blush appear on his cheeks, and Newt now hovered slightly above you. He leaned down, sucking and brushing on your lips once more as you trailed your hands down his torso.

The two of you had one another and were nothing but the perfect pair. You couldn’t have asked for anything more, as you now had the most amazing husband to spend the rest of your life with and to experience the future for all it had to offer. Moments would be created and spent together out of pure happiness and love, and you couldn’t wait to see what laid in store.

While you still kissed newt back passionately, the candles slowly began to burn out, and the two of you enjoyed some well deserved time alone.

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                                                      “Perfect”

A/N: Post-Infinite one shot, but I don’t think you have to read it to understand what’s going on in this one.  Definitely giving a shoutout to @gmwmeetsniall for asking about a post-Infinite one shot.  I never planned on doing it, but Ed decided to write the P E R F E C T song (haha, get it?). Fluff is not my strong suit, and I’m afraid it shows.  I hope you all like it anyway. <33

Song by: Ed Sheeran

Word count: 7,660

Pairing: Rucas

Rating: T



Lucas stood in front of the mirror in a desperate attempt to tie his tie.  Logically he knew that his reflection wouldn’t help the slight tremor of his hands, but at that moment, he was unable to think logically.  His hand shook a little more violently as he picked up the ends of the tie.  He wasn’t sure why he was reacting like this.  He wasn’t nervous at all and he wasn’t the least bit scared.  If anything, he felt more relaxed than he thought he would be—given the circumstances.

“About ten minutes,” Farkle said as he walked back into the dressing room.  He stood next to Zay as the two men watched Lucas fumble with the tie.  “How long as he been trying to tie it?”

“My guess is ten minutes,” Zay shrugged.  “It’s kind of entertaining.  You think he’s just about figured it out, but then one end falls and he has to start all over again.”

Lucas flipped the tie around for another moment before he growled in frustration.  Why was this happening?!

Farkle chuckled as he walked over to the Texan.  “You a little nervous,” he asked as he grabbed the tie.  He had never seen Lucas so flustered before.  It was quite a switch from the normally reserved veterinarian.

“No,” he huffed as Farkle slid the tie around his neck.  “How…how does she look,” he asked as a new wave of tranquility overcame him.  Just the mere thought of her seemed to put him at ease.  He looked down.  His hands still shook slightly, but not nearly as aggressively as they did a minute ago.  That was exactly the effect she had always had on him.  She calmed him, even if he were thousands of miles away.

Farkle smiled.  “You already know the answer to that.”  He finished the last loop.  “There.  Perfect.”

Lucas looked at himself in the mirror.  “I can’t believe it’s finally here,” he said as he examined his appearance.

“I don’t think any of us can,” Maya smiled from the doorway.

Lucas’s eyes snapped toward the blonde.  “Maya?  What are you doing in here?  Shouldn’t you be with—“

“The bride?”  She raised her eyebrows as she raised her right hand up.  In it, she held a folded piece of paper.  “As matron of honor, it’s my duty to make sure that the bride gets everything her heart desires today.”  She walked toward Lucas.  “She wanted me to give this to you.”

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Doodles

Summary: Soulmate AU. A world where if a person writes something on their arm, their soulmate gets the same scribbles on their skin.

Tony Stark is a powerful man: he is one of the most well-known faces in history, a genius who has built a fortune with his weapons and inventions. But there is one thing wrong with him. He has never had any scribbles or doodles on his skin, and everyone fears that he might never find his soulmate.

Steve Rogers is an enhanced soldier in the 40’s, and a respected man in all of America. He saved thousands of soldiers lives, and is said to be the perfect example of what a husband should be like. But he is a bare-skin; he has never had any sign of his soulmate since birth. But what happens when he crashes into the ocean and wakes up a century later?

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve/Tony

Wordcount: 2805

Warnings: None


 Everyone’s had experiences with sudden doodles and scribbles appearing on their skin. It happened to everyone, was considered to be just as normal as cutting your hair or brushing your teeth before going to sleep.

 It was a tool used to find your soulmate. The link allowed two people destined to be a couple recognise one another. And it was fun to mess with.

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anonymous asked:

Connor kenway relationship headcanons? I love your blog❤️

Ahhhhh, thank you!!

Alright so I have a lot of feelings about this man
—He will literally just engulf you in his arms if you ever fall asleep with/near him. You can not escape.
—The heat he emits is unreal. Like, in winter you don’t need a blanket no matter how cold it is, it is incredible. Summer is less enjoyable though.
—If anyone ever-ever-makes you noticeably upset or uncomfortable, all it takes is a look and you’ll probably never see them again.
—He’ll call you so many pet names in his native language, but probably keeps most of the meanings to himself (especially if you’re tiny)
—This man is so weak for your puppy eyes. Like, even if they’re not very convincing, he caves so easily.
—If you ever get sick, he will coddle you to the point that it’s almost infuriating.
—Do not doubt the power of his own puppy eyes, because if you do it’s already too late, you are doomed.
—Its nearly impossible to argue with him, because he’s practically the perfect boyfriend (totally husband material). The only thing that would probably cause an argument would be worrying for each others’ safety.
—DO. NOT. CRY. He is so confused, but he tries to be so helpful. Most of the time it works, but he gets so upset when he sees you cry.
—He’s so good with kids and animals and it’s the most heartwarming thing.
—I totally headcanon he brings stray animals home all the time.
—Your family loves him almost instantly and you’re really surprised, because how?
—Like, you walk into your family’s home expecting glares from your father/mother/siblings/whoever, but they practically immediately warm up to him.
—He’s so sweet and he loves you so much, he would do anything for you.

Wedding Jitters - Chris Kreider

Originally posted by siriuslyilluminaeted

Notes: Okay, friends, I’m gonna be completely honest when I say I dislike Chris Kreider a bit, so I struggled with this one, but it actually turned out better than I thought, but I also don’t know much about him so I had to go look him up (breaking my poor Hab heart), regardless, hope you all enjoy! Also, I didn’t get a prompt for this one, so if the requestee doesn’t like it, just shoot me a new message and I’ll write one up.

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, potential cold feet

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Brendan Gallagher

Teaser: “You’re not supposed to see me til I walk down the aisle! It’s tradition!”

“Screw tradition, that little guy in your moms arms is proof we don’t even follow it.”

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The Art (Jumin x MC)

You go with Jumin to an art museum.

Word Count: 521

I’m just waiting for Good Friday, I’m so ready to sleep for as long as I want to I swear. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Thank you <3

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You strolled alongside Jumin against the crisp wooden floors, staring out towards the beautifully golden framed paintings lining the walls.

“I didn’t know you were a patron of the arts,” You snickered, glancing towards your husband.

“V and I made it a habit to visit this place a lot when V was studying photography. He wanted to study the effects of ‘rule of thirds’, lighting, and exposure. That sort. So, we always made sure to come here when he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his photos. I found myself surprisingly enjoying the art actually after awhile.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “And I thought you may like it. It’s a very nice and calming environment. And at the very least I thought that may soothe you.”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and giving a fond squeeze. “Thank you, I do like it. Do you have a favorite?”

“I never did until recently. V’s always had one specific painting, however." 

“Which one was that?” You tipped your head curiously, peering about curiously. 

“It was…” He examined about carefully, leading you towards the another painting. “this one.” 

You looked up to meet a painting of a family, the father’s arms entwined about his wife and daughter, a gentle smile gracing his lips. 

His daughter stood proudly, her chin poised up, and expression cool and collected, her hands folded in her lap. 

The mother was much calmer, leaning into her husband as if she were almost sleepy, nearly resting in the crook of his neck, yet seeming happy all the same.

They were set near a window, early morning sunlight pouring in against their sides, their eyes piercing in the warmth.

“V always said it was perfect. From the lighting, composition, and even to the framing. He said unlike most of these portraits, the family was legitimately happy. He told me that with all of the restrictions and regulations of the past, this brought a sort of refreshment because it was real.” 

“And what of the family?” You asked. “What happened to them?” You scanned the description, only finding information on the artist and the names of the family. 

“V did some research on them. They were happy.” Jumin softened. “They all lived long lives. The daughter became a playwright and the parents were known as ‘eternal newlyweds’.”

“Really?” You felt your heart melt. “That’s so sweet.” 

“It is very tender.” He nodded in agreement. “I can see why he liked it so much.” 

“What about you?” You turned your head back, raising a curious brow. “What was your favorite painting.” 

“I didn’t, until recently.” 

“And what is it?” 

He coiled an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he gazed down. 

“Only the most beautiful artwork here,” He began, weaving his fingers through your hair lovingly. “you dear.” 

anonymous asked:

hi! could u do some fluff mpreg? jikook ?

Ooooh!! Sure, anon! I’m so so sorry this was so late. This has been in my inbox for like a month now! >.< 


- 3 years into their marriage, Jungkook and Jimin agree that they’re ready for children. Jungkook wants six children, two boys, triplets, and another boy. Jimin whacks him gently on the back of the head and tells him that he’s not a baby making machine. So, they settle on two. 

- They start trying during the two weeks that Jungkook has off work, spending most of their days in the bedroom. Jimin can barely walk for the most part, requiring for Jungkook to carry him around everywhere he goes. It’s exhausting, trying for a baby. And when Jimin doesn’t get pregnant during the two weeks, they’re both more than a little disappointed. 

- The following month, neither of them have given up hope of becoming pregnant; Jimin takes pregnancy tests regularly, they go to a fertility clinic just to make sure, they eat all sort of foods to heighten the chances of reproduction. Thankfully, it all pays off, because just a few weeks after they’d gotten tested, Jimin finds that he’s finally pregnant. 

- “Jungkook-ah…” He whispers as he walks out into the living room with two pregnancy tests in hand. 

Jagiya… We’ve been over this, you don’t have to show me your pee stick every single time,” Jungkook snorts. 

“Shut up, and come look, idiot!” Jimin huffs. 

- Suffice to say, Jungkook gets a little lightheaded upon discovering the news. When he comes to, he finds himself back on the couch, head cradled in his husband’s lap, Jimin grinning down at him. Jungkook is speechless as he turns his head and stares at Jimin’s stomach. “…You’re pregnant,” he breathes. When Jimin nods, he slowly wraps his arms as best as he could in his position around Jimin’s waist and presses his lips to his belly. 

- Skip to six months later, Jimin is large and swollen in more places than one. However, Jungkook can’t get enough of watching him attempt to waddle around the house. He comes home early from work just so he can watch Jimin cook, and if his husband isn’t up to it, he’ll try to cook himself but then end up ordering take-out when it all goes awry. 

- On most nights, Jungkook will sit on the floor of the living room, his back to the couch, massaging Jimin’s aching feet. Jimin would flick through the channels on the television as he does this, maybe have a bowl of fruit salad balanced on top of his protruding belly. 

- In fact, Jungkook will massage Jimin’s feet just about anywhere. They’ll be at the mall one day, shopping for baby clothes, and Jimin will whine and grimace about the ache, and Jungkook will gently set him down on a bench before he’s kneeling before him, taking off Jimin’s shoes and massaging his feet right in the middle of the mall. Jimin is embarrassed by it at times, but he’’ll still run his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, as a sort of thank you for his consideration.

- Other times, they’ll just be at home, in the bath. They’ll take nice warm bubble baths together and Jimin will have his foot up by Jungkook’s chest as his husband massages him. They’re both all soapy and the top of Jimin’s belly would be poking out of the water, but it’s perfect.


- They go on walks often. Jimin more reluctant than Jungkook since most of his clothes can’t fit him anymore. That is until maternity dresses were recommended to him. Jimin finds that he prefers wearing dresses. And given that he was in his second trimester, leading to third, he just can’t be bothered putting on pants anymore. He likes the cute sun dresses with flower patterns and flowing skirts. He likes really soft colours for his dresses, nothing too flashy. They make him look pretty, which makes him feel that much better about his appearance.

- Jungkook will take his camera on all those walks and picnic dates they go on during the weekends, taking pictures of Jimin in his pretty dresses and of… how many random items that his husband could balance on his stomach. When it’s particularly sunny, they’ll spread out of blanket on the grassy fields at the park, and Jungkook will carry out his own little photo shoot. Jimin, to humour him, will give twirls for the camera occasionally, holding his belly with one hand, laughing and beaming with flowers in his hair.

- Almost everyone agrees that Jimin makes the most precious pregnant person, with his new ‘motherly’ glow (that Jimin insists is actually just sweat from exhaustion), and his growing parental instincts. Almost everyone also agrees that Jungkook makes a rather adorable husband and soon-to-be father too. If he wasn’t nervous and panicking at the slightest twitch Jimin makes, he’s very attentive and caring. 

- On nights where Jimin is just constantly horny, Jungkook will make love to his husband with hard, purposeful thrusts, but he is always careful and cautious to not hurt him. They’ll lie on their sides, Jungkook’s hand on the side of Jimin’s belly, whispering and cooing into the nape of his neck. 

“You’ll be such a good mama, Jiminie.” and Jimin would be eating it up.


- When Jimin’s cravings grew more and more bizarre, he starts requesting for spicy foods. 

“Because the baby likes spicy food, Jungkook…” he sighs. 

“Jagiya…I doubt the little one likes to eat a whole chili pepper…” Jungkook would shake his head.

- Following his cravings, come the extreme mood-swings. Though it varies from person to person, for Jimin, he cries for every single thing. They’ll be out at a nice restaurant having a meal on one of the nights Jungkook will take him out on dates, and Jimin will suddenly start tearing up. 

“…They forgot the mushrooms…” He sniffles and Jungkook whips his head up in panic. 

“Baby…Baby…don’t cry. I’m sure they can add mushrooms. W-Wait…please, it’ll be alright!” 

However, Jimin just can’t help it, he’ll start bawling right away, apologising at the same time for his ‘ridiculous’ behaviour in a public place.

Jungkook would then rush over to the other side of the table and kneel down beside Jimin’s chair, taking his hands. “Sh…Sh…it’ll be alright.. Look, you can have the mushroom from my plate. Okay?” he says, pressing kisses into Jimin’s knuckles. But Jimin just doesn’t stop. He wouldn’t know why but he just can’t seem to stop crying, but he thinks it’s now due to the fact that Jungkook is being so sweet with him rather than the chefs forgetting mushrooms in his dish. 

“T-Thank you, Jungkookie. You’re so good to me,” he sobs. “W-What would I do without you?”

Jungkook would chuckle and lean up to kiss his tears. “I guess you’d probably be eating dinner without mushrooms…”


- Jimin will speak to the baby whenever he thinks he’s alone. Jungkook believes he’ll be embarrassed if he knows he’s listening, so he hides and eavesdrops instead. Often, Jimin will call Jungkook ‘daddy’ or even ‘appa’. He’ll tell the baby about how hard their daddy is working to give them a nice house and good food. Jimin will also tell the unborn child that he’s sure they’ll be just as beautiful as their daddy is. He’ll speak to them as though they were already there and whenever Jungkook catches him, he’s always sneakily taking pictures with his phone.

- Entering his third trimester, Jimin would put on music when he’s home alone, and Jungkook would come back to the house all warm and full of whimsical lyrics. 

- With that in mind, Jungkook decides to sing to the baby whenever he was home. He’ll have Jimin sitting up against the headboard of their bed, or on the couch on a lazy Sunday evening, and Jungkook would have his head resting on his husband’s knees as he sings to his belly. The television would play at a low volume in the background, and Jimin would have a book in his hands, his glasses balancing on the tip of his nose as he reads. Jungkook’s voice would fill the room quickly. He’d sing all kinds of songs, from ballads to pop, and once, when he sang baby got back, Jimin thumped him gently on the head with his book, but at least he’s amused by it. 


- Jungkook doesn’t miss one antenatal class with Jimin, even if he’s swamped with work. Now that their at their last trimester, it’s time to show the birthing videos, and Jungkook gets slightly freaked out by the graphics, but Jimin even more so. Though the video is mostly for pregnant women, Jimin is sobbing on the way back home. Jungkook panics, naturally, but lets him be when Jimin goes into their bedroom and switches his sun dress out for Jungkook’s large t-shirt. Even after an hour has passed, Jimin is still a bawling mess, so Jungkook goes to comfort him. He cuddles Jimin on the couch, spoons him, feeds him ice cream, turn on all of his favourite shows. Afterwards, he curls around his husband and tells him that it’ll be alright. It’ll be worth it once their baby is here…

- However, there are days where Jimin will read too much about the risk of a male pregnancy. Frightened, he breaks down crying. He’ll call Jungkook up at work, knowing full well that his younger husband was probably right in the middle of a meeting. He’ll be bawling his eyes out, babbling, hiccuping so much that Jungkook wouldn’t know what was going on. 

Then he hears the “I-I…40% chance…baby…not…i…miscarriage…” between the wailing, and he gets it. 

- He talks Jimin through it, reassure him that their little one will be perfectly healthy when they arrive. It doesn’t convince Jimin much since he doesn’t stop crying, but the sobs have turned into soft weeping, which is perhaps a lot worse. 

“Jagiya…listen to me,” Jungkook soothes. “They’ll be alright. We’ll be fine. The doctors said they’re perfectly healthy. Nothing will happen.” 

And although Jimin is still heaving, he’ll say okay. 

- An hour later, he rings Jungkook up again, crying about how there was no fruit in the fridge. And then a another couple of hours later about how he was getting fat and all Jungkook can respond with is “…Well, baby, you /are/ pregnant.”

- Jimin doesn’t let him into the house for thirty minutes when he gets home. 

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Tom Holland Imagine: A Thousand Years

Summary: Tom and the Reader get married !!!

A/N: okay so I’m very much so in love with the twilight movies and I’ve done a lot of twilight themed imagines in the past in other fandoms but I’ve never done one inspire by the twilight wedding because it’s my favorite thing in the whole world and is my dream wedding and I’ve been saving it for a very special someone and I’ve decided that Tom Holland is the very special person who gets it❤

Warnings: None, but super fluffy

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“You ready, kiddo?” My dad asked.

I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and nodded. My dad held his arm out to me and I looped mine with his as he walked me to the doors of the building. I heard the piano playing and the doors opened to reveal the beautiful scenery.

The trees were scattered with white flowers and had lanterns hung on them.

The chairs had white flowers looped around them.

Everyone was dressed in their best attire.

I smiled as I looked around at all my friends and family watching me with tears in their eyes.

My eyes looked down at the brick path that was scatter with white and pink flower petals that lead up to a sight that was by far the most beautiful of them all.

Tom.

He stood under an arch covered in flowers of all different colors in a black suit with his hair combed back perfectly. The smile on his face was huge as tears slipped out of his eyes at the sight of me. Harrison stood to his left along with all of Tom’s other friends. My friends stood to the right in pink and white bridesmaids dresses.

As my father guided me down the aisle, I kept eye contact with Tom.

The love of my life.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as I realized I was finally going to be married to the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I was going to wake up to his face every morning and carry his children and go to their school events with him.

I could just imagine him being the type of dad to go all out at their little league soccer games and screaming at the refs when they made a call against their team.

Paddy being the only person he trusts to babysit them when we have date night.

I could imagine Tom guiding his daughter down the aisle like my father is doing right now.

I could imagine Tom holding his grandchild.

I could imagine growing old with him and sitting on a porch in the country and watching our grandchildren running around.

I could imagine the most perfect life with him.

I finally reached him after what felt like years. I felt my heart beating faster as my father passed me on to him.

It was pounding so loud in my ears that I almost missed my cue to say my vows.

Tom said his shortly after and before I knew it, I was in his arms as his lips pressed against mine and the crowd cheered.

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“I just have a few words to say about my daughter and her new husband, Tom. All my life, I always said there would never be someone good enough for her. And there still isn’t. But Tom is the closest I’m ever gonna get. Y/N never really dated guys like the other girls did. She always claimed she knew what she wanted so she never wanted to waste her time with guys that were just gonna break her heart, so when she called home and said that she had met someone while she was in school overseas, I knew he had to be someone special. And he was. I’ve never seen my daughter happier than when she’s with him and I’ve never seen a person get her so well, because every knows that Y/N is not an easy person to understand. So when Tom knocked down her walls, I knew I would one day be calling him my son-in-law. And I know Tom will treat her right. And I know this because I’m a lot bigger than him and he’s seen what I can do. Thank you.”

Everyone laughed as my father finished his speech, wrapping all of them up.

“Alright everyone! Now it’s time for the bride and groom to have their first dance!” Harrison said into the microphone.

Tom held his hand out to me and led me to the dance floor. He slid his arm around me and pulled me into his chest.

“I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

Tom held me close to him as we began to sway to the song that we had chosen together. A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as he laid his head on top of mine.

When our song finished, everyone clapped.

“Now let’s get the real party started!” RDJ said into the microphone and began to play faster songs.

Eventually the whole floor was filled and we were all dancing and jumping to the music when I felt Tom drag me from the floor and grab the microphone.

“Alright everyone! Now it’s time for all the bachelorettes to stand on the floor. Y/N going to throw her bouquet!”

Everyone cheered and cleared the floor. I turned around to face the wall and held my bouquet before tossing it over my head and into the crowd of eager girls reaching out to grab the flowers.

I turned around to see who caught them and bursted out laughing when I saw it had been Harrison’s girlfriend.

Tom snapped his fingers at his best friend and laughed as both Harrison and his girlfriend’s faces turned red.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cutting the cake, dancing, drinking (because Tom demanded that there be an open bar) and just being with my new husband.

Before I knew it, I was changing out of my wedding dress into a shorter more comfortable one and climbing into a black car with my husband as it took off into the night, driving us to an unknown location that Tom refused to reveal to me.

Zendaya had packed my bag for me so that I wouldn’t have any clue as to where we were going.

I felt Tom grab my hand and I turned to face him and I smiled at him.

“I love you, Mr. Holland.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Holland.”

An Unassuming Life - Part 1

Summary:  Dean returns home after a long day at work to find you waiting for him. This is a domestic/husband Dean AU. The Winchesters are not hunters in this AU. Edited to add: Link to master post of series.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1860

Warnings:  Language, nsfw, smut, sexual content, extreme fluffiness

Author’s Notes: Yes, I wrote another AU (potential) series. I’m not sorry. I love it when Dean is domestic. If you guys like this, I’ll continue it. Let me know! Tagging: @mamapeterson, @rizlow1, @salvachester, @aprofoundbondwithdean, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @winchesterenthusiast

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Kingdom: Bite

Warnings apply from the prologue, but way more gore this time. Also, disrespect of the dead. This is more to establish characters in the story.

And oh yes, there will be blood…

But the next chapter has something pleasant. Maybe. Some smut for the next one, but also some more horror. Anyone wanna guess what our Finny boy is?

Quick tag: @neversatisfiedgirl @ambrosegirlforever @nickysmum1909 @justhavingfun123469 let me know if you wanna be tagged!

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I know you’re taken(but will you be mine?)

I wanted to try writing in first person for this ohmtoonz, let me know how it turned out please!

Disclosure: brief mention of subspace


There’s a belief that the act of magic is a hoax, child’s play for quick money from those too willing to believe in the unknown. Those who discard it have never stood in Los Angeles at an hour where time stops, and it feels as if eternity has granted you the enlightenment of the moment lasting forever, and they don’t know the warmth of having a man’s arms wrapped so tightly and pressed close, you can feel the beat of his taken heart as two bodies become one. I felt magic in the way we swayed to nothing, and how it electrified the air around us as his lips ghosted over my ear.

“I’ll leave him. We can go to Rome, or Paris. I’ll take you to the moon if that’s where you want to rest. Have a fresh start, leave all this shit behind. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? That what you want?” His voice had a huskiness to it all with fantasy filled minds crave to hear whispered in their ear. It drove me mad. It made me believe anything he had to say. Through the haziness of that alluring control though, I knew, like those with broken hearts do, that it would be short lived. Soon that voice which held confidence and seductiveness would tire and leave my child like daydreams.

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Married life: Taeyong

* Literally perfect husband material

* At your wedding as soon as he saw you his jaw just dropped, you always looked beautiful to him but in that white dress you looked ethereal and he felt tears in his eyes but held them back cus he’s meant to be a man

* Your honeymoon would most likely be in a city, somewhere romantic like Paris or Rome and he would spoil the shit out of you

* He would be so nervous as he wants to be the perfect husband

* Even though his schedule is still busy he always makes time for you

* Like he always keeps his Sundays free to dedicate especially to you

* Always making sweet gestures like cooking you breakfast or buying you flowers

* He would always help out with the laundry and housework and you would have cute competitions like who can pair all the odd socks fastest

* He would be so so so excited to have children with you

* He pretty much jumped with joy when he found out you were pregnant, he didn’t stop smiling for weeks

* I feel he would really want a baby girl who he could spoil rotten

* He would put so much effort in to designing and sorting out the nursery and everything in preparation for the baby

* During your pregnancy he would never leave your side

* Like you need a glass of water and the kitchen is about two steps away, nope your not doing that taeyong has got it under control

* Like he barely lets you go to the toilet by yourself he’s so worried of you tiring or injuring yourself

* When you finally went in to labour he freaked out major style

* He was running round the house panicking and rambling on about something incomprehensible

* When you arrive at the hospital, you can hearing outside the room rambling down the phone to suits about how nervous he is to meet your child

* Four hours later your beautiful baby girl is born and for the first time in several years you see taeyong cry

* He just holds the baby to his chest and silently sobs before whispering to you “Y/N I always said you’d be my number one girl, and I hate to tell you this but your not anymore” while staring down at the newborn

* He would love his daughter to death and would give up anything for her

* Family trips to the park became a frequent thing and taeyong began to build up a huge photo collection of pics of you and your daughter

* Constantly bragging about his family to everyone and anyone

* Like every time he meets up with his members he always manages to sneak something about you and your baby in to the conversation or show one of them yours and the baby’s photo and they love you and your baby like family but are probably sick of seeing your photo every five minutes

* Every time he travels his heart breaks

* He can’t stand being away from you and the baby so he’s pretty much on FaceTime to you the whole time, you told him to just call you instead but he insisted on FaceTime other wise he would miss your pretty face too much

* He would bring your daughter back so many toys that her nursery was beginning to become overfilled with stuffed toys and trinkets

* He would do anything to be the perfect husband and father and would put his life on the line for your too and he does a pretty good job of being the best father and husband

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Sweets of Varying Size

Oh no here’s my quick (late) contribution to Valentine’s Day artgdtgddetgfrfgfftfffg


Cullen x Arian, family-ish domestic floof aheaddd (takes place in my actual canon)



“No peeking,” Arian heard her husband order over the sound of his hands scuffling for something in their bedroom.

“I promise you, I’m not,” she assured him with a smile from where she lay on their bed. Human holidays were still quite odd to her - including the fact that nearly all of them required buying or making something for someone you considered dear.

And even though Arian wasn’t closed to the idea of being lavished with surprises, she was content enough just residing in this moment; living in South Reach with her beloved and his family, their first child just months from entering the world. 

Cullen’s scurrying eventually ceased, and a second later Arian registered the telltale sound of his heavy boots approaching the bed. She didn’t even have to open her eyes to know he was holding something out to her with a goofy smirk.

“Okay, you can look now.”

Arian’s eyes fluttered open, and placed in front of her, resting in her husband’s open palm, was an intricately designed box with pieces of material spilling out the sides. Sitting idly in the middle of the container, however, were at least thirty chocolates of varying color and size, all delectable in their own right.

“Cullen, you bought me chocolate?” Arian nearly gasped, looking up into her husband’s eyes with a watery expression. She knew just how rare the little delicacies were, and how hard they were to acquire. Josephine would usually keep them at her desk in the time of the Inquisition, but for the most part they remained untouched. Arian, however, usually snuck one or two just before war table meetings, savoring the treats like they were ambrosia directly from the gods.

“One of the dealers at the marketplace got an import of them from Orlais,” Cullen told her with a smile. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take up the opportunity to get my wife her favorite treat on All Heart’s Day?”

“Like you aren’t perfect already,” Arian sniffled, rubbing at her eyes with her wrist. Cullen’s expression shifted in an instant, his hands moving to set the chocolates on the bed before gently taking Arian’s face between his palms.

“Hey,” he murmured soothingly, swiping a thumb across her cheek. “You needn’t cry, my love. You know I love spoiling you.”

Arian nodded once, but that didn’t stop the onslaught of unexpected tears from rolling down her cheeks.

“I know,” she hiccuped helplessly, “It’s the baby doing this to me.“ Such a proclamation caused a pitiful smile to bloom on Cullen’s face.

“Are you giving your mother trouble, little one?” the man asked aloud as he rested a hand over the rounded curve of Arian’s abdomen. The elf began giggling the moment the babe within started kicking furiously in response.

“They love the sound of your voice,” she told him sweetly, her hand moving to cover his. Looking up into her husband’s eyes, she then murmured, “Already we have something in common.”

Cullen offered her a bashful smirk in return, before leaning forward to press a tender kiss to her lips.

“It could be that they’re excited about the chocolate, you know,” he teased, moving to retrieve the box from where he had set it down. Once he held it out to her, Arian spent a good minute deciding on which of the sweets she wanted to savor first. Choosing one that was fashioned into a generic heart, she popped it into her mouth, a sinful groan escaping her as the flood of sugar and cocoa coated her tongue.

Hopefully her husband wouldn’t mind tracking down another box every two days for the next few months.


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