any advice on dealing with sexual sin like masturbation? have you dealt with that before?
Hello friend. I have no idea how long this question has been in my ask box and I’m so sorry I haven’t answered it until now.
Yes, I have. And it’s an incredibly difficult habit to break, especially with the taboo of the world saying “it’s natural” and “porn is okay” and whatever else it is that people say these days.
My best advice is, whenever you feel the urge coming on, distract yourself. Take a walk, call a friend, crack open a book, get out of the house for a little while. Tell a trusted friend about your struggle - “hey, I really want to stop but I need someone to hold me accountable.” Tell a pastor or someone else you trust. It’ll be a little awkward, I’m sure, but it will be worth it if you really do want to be set free.
And, if the time comes that you DO mess up don’t shame yourself into oblivion. Admit your mistake, and try harder next time. We all mess up sometimes.
Most of all, pray. There is some mighty and wonderful power in a prayer.
Ask forgiveness. Earnestly repent. Pray for strength and perseverance and a clean heart. And don’t give up on yourself.
“I’m pregnant.” You said to yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. You didn’t know why you were so scared to tell Michael, probably because you were petrified yourself. You paced around the bathroom and then gripped the sides of the sink, washing your face with a bit of water you tried to breath slowly.
You had gone to the clinic yesterday because you had missed two periods and you knew something was wrong. They said you were roughly 2 months and about 2 weeks. They also said that it was good I had come early because most people go too late to have control over the situation.
Walking out of the bathroom, you could see into the bedroom, it was open a little and you could see Michael reading a book in bed. Walking in, you shook like a leaf in the wind and Michael put down his book.
“Y/n. What’s wrong?” He asked standing up and walking toward you.
“I. I’m not sure how you’ll react, but I need to tell you something.” Michael looked worried now.
“What’s happened?” This time he sounded a little more angry.
“I’m pregnant.” You said with a worried face.
Michael’s face lit up and he picked you up and span you around and cheered. “A baby!!” He yelled. “You don’t understand how happy I am right now! We’ll have children running around here and we’ll see them grow up and-” You kissed him to stop him saying any more and fell back onto the bed.
“I love you.” You whispered in his ear. He smiled at you and hugged you close.
Two days later. The two of you travelled to Birmingham and asked Tommy to call a family meeting. You and Michael stood up in front of everyone and Tommy spoke first.
“I’ve called this meeting because. Michael and Y/n have some news.” Tommy said leaning on a wall. Everyone was there and they looked at both of you.
“Well-” Michael started.
“We’re going to have a baby!” You blurted out with a smile. The whole family either smiled or cheered. Polly ran toward you and embraced you in hug, then hugged Michael.
Later that day, there was a party at the Garrison but you didn’t drink in fear of hurting the baby. Esme walked up to you and rested her hand on your stomach before looking up at you and smiling broadly.
“I sense more than one.” She told you.
“I’m going to have twins?” You asked.
“I can’t be sure this early. But I’m sure there’s more than one in your belly. I can usually tell with babies.” She hugged you and you could smell the tobacco on her breath.
But that was 7 and ½ months ago. Now you felt like you were dying, your vagina felt like it could explode at any point and everything was tense. You were crying, shouting and pushing with all your strength.
“Where the fuck is Michael!” You screamed with sweat beading on your forehead.
“He said he’s on his way! Ugh. Where the fuck is he?” Polly muttered standing by the window.
“Oh my God! The baby is crowning! I can see the head of the first one. Polly come here.” Esme said sitting at the end of the bed. Polly ran over and smiled.
“She’s right. Y/n I need you to push for me. As hard as possible. This is the hard bit. But it’s all easy after this. I promise. Ada go and get some towels and hot water now. Esme go with her!” At that moment. Isla came through the door and sat at your side holding your hand.
“Where’s Michael.” She asked Polly. Polly shrugged and looked back at you.
“Come on Y/n! You can do it, I know you can! The baby has crowned. It’s the easy part now!” Polly yelled. You screamed and gripped the duvet and Isla hand. Your muscles wanted to contract but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You carried on pushing until you heard a crying sound. The pain stopped for a moment. Polly smiled and Isla grabbed a blanket and a towel, giving it to Polly.
You heard the snip of scissors on the umbilical cord and watched Polly wrap up the baby. She handed the baby to Isla and she handed the baby delicately to you. Just as Esme and Ada entered the room, you looked at your baby and smiled . You held the bundle to your chest.
“A green blanket for your first born.” Polly said, but you still felt the pain.
“Get ready for another. I did tell you. I can still sense more than one still in your belly.” You stared at Esme and wanted to cry. She gripped your hand.
“Do you mean… I’m having triplets!“ You looked from Polly to Esme and they nodded. You gave the baby to Isla. Ada rested the towels and hot water near the end of the bed. “Naming later.” You muttered.
At the birth of the second child there was a banging on the front door. Ada ran downstairs. Her speed down was matched by someone running up the stairs, who seemed to fall over half way up.
“Where is she!” It was Michael.
“In there.” Ada told him.
Michael ran in and saw Isla holding a green bundle and Emse holding a yellow bundle and then you. Your hair was plastered to your head with sweat and your clothes up around your waist. Your knees up and legs open, breathing quickly.
“Twins hey?’ He smiled at you.
“No. We’re not done yet.” Polly said.
“So I actually am having triplets. Oh Esme why did you have to be right.” You half cried half groaned. Then you let out a scream from the back of your throat and gripped Michael’s hand. He looked at his mother with worried eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Michael said.
“She’s in labour for the third time.” Polly replied. Rolling her eyes she focussed on you.
“But she’s alreadly had two! It’s going to hurt her!” Michael yelled looking at you.
“If you don’t shut your fucking mouth you’ll have to leave. Your making her too tense and she can’t relax her muscles enough.” Polly told him.
“It’s dangerous for the baby so shut up.” Esme told him.
The last baby took about an hour to be born and Polly wrapped the baby in a faded pink blanket. Michael held the bundle first before handing the baby to you. You started to cry again and handed the baby back to Michael.
“There. Two handsome baby boys.” Polly nodded to the green and yellow bundles that Isla and Esme were holding. “And one beautiful baby girl.” She looked to Michael holding the faded pink bundle. You were exhausted and couldn’t keep your eyes open.
“Naming later.” You muttered before falling asleep.
When you woke up, it was morning. Looking around you saw Michael sitting up against a crib with his head bowed. Through the wooden bars you could slightly see three bundles. Your children, yours and Michael’s actual children.
“Michael.” You said a few times before he woke up and walked to your side.
“You’re awake.” He crouched by you. “They slept all through the night.” He said kissing you on the cheek and looking toward the crib .
“Can I see them please?” You asked and Michael nodded. First he picked up and a green bundle and brought the baby over.
“This is our first born. A son.” Michael smiled and handed you the baby.
“What shall we name him?” You asked and your husband looked back at you.
“What about James? He’d be Jamie to us. But it sounds just respectable enough to pass as a businessman’s name.” You smirked and looked down at the sleeping dear.
“He has Tommy’s eyes.” Michael remarked before getting up again.
“He’s the only one that is awake as well.” You smirked down at the baby.
“This is our second born. Another son.” Michael said bringing over a yellow bundle. You rested him on your other arm and shuffled into the middle of the double bed.
“You name him. It’s only fair.” You told Michael. He looked at the child and tickled his cheek.
“What about Edward. Ed to us. I’ve always wanted a son called Edward Gray. It’s a grand sounding name isn’t it.” He smiled and so did you.
“So who’s left?” You asked looking at the crib. Michael stood up and then returned with a faded pink bundle. He sat opposite you on the bed and showed you the babies face.
“A beautiful little girl.” He said with tears in his eyes.
“Oh Michael.” You said and he kissed you. “I think we should call her Annabelle. Anna for short.” Michael looked down at the baby and just nodded with tears streaming.
Michael shuffled round so he was next to you and you looked down at your daughter.
“Hello little ones.” Michael said to the babies. “I’m your father. This is your mother and we’re going to do our best to raise all three of you. Even though it will be a ridiculous task.” You laughed and leant on his shoulder.
Then in through the door came Polly, John, Tommy, Arthur, Finn, Ada, Esme and Linda. The whole Shelby clan. You and Michael shushed them all as they stared in wonder at the tiny little things that were only a day old.
“What are they called?” Finn asked perched on the bed looking at baby Annabelle.
“This is James. This is Edward and that’s Annabelle.” You looked at Polly and she smiled. Coming to your side and kissing your forehead.
“I struggled with one. You just wait. It won’t all be sleeping lions soon .” Ada said to both of you.
Finn held Annabelle and he rested her head in the bend of his arms and slowly rocked his arms back and fourth to keep her sleeping. Arthur sat on the bed and held Edward. Whispering things too him and smiling down at him.
“Tommy. Come here.” You smiled at your cousin. He walked over to your bedside and sat next to you. “Look. He has your eyes.” You showed the baby to Tommy. James was the only one that was awake and he stared up at Tommy. You gave Tommy James.
“Hey, so your day old James Shelby eh? I bet you’ll grow up to be like your father. Or sensible like your mother. I suppose we can’t tell.” Tommy grinned and handed the baby back to you.
“I’m happy for you both. I mean it, I’m glad you didn’t ruin your lives with a stupid pregnancy or some rush of blood. You thought about it all and I’m glad this is the product.” Tommy said gesturing to the room of happy family members looking down at babies.
“I think we’re going to be just fine.” You said to Michael and he kissed you.
I was inspired by @imaginezak post “Imagine Zak getting nervous to ask you to marry him”, which spurred me to actually create an imagine/fandom blog. So this one is for her and the anon who requested it.
You stood at the doorway, watching Zak and trying to puzzle out his mood. The two of you had been dating for two years and friends for much longer. While Zak wasn’t an “open book” per say, you were a little proud to admit you knew his quirks and moods better than most. Most times, you were able to read him like a book, even while investigating (which came in handy a few times).
Today was apparently not one of those days.
“Zak?” you called out. You narrowed your eyes slightly as he jumped; he had been jittery and on edge since the team got back from a recent investigation you had to miss. Now that you thought about it, the whole team - minus you, of course - was acting weird and secretive. What was going on?
“Yeah, honey?” Zak answered, looking up from his laptop.
“You okay?” you asked. Walking over to the couch, you curled up next to him and began fiddling with one of his rings. “You’ve been acting weird the past few days. You sure everything went alright during lock down?”
You watched as Zak’s expression relaxed into a soft smile meant only for you. Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just had a lot on my mind lately,” he soothed.
“Care to share?” you offered. You raised an eyebrow when his soft smile turned playful and mischievous. Your suspicions were correct: he was up to something.
“Not right now, but soon.” He laughed at the suspicious look you were giving him. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“Alright,” you conceded. After a moment, you decided to try a different approach. “How about we go out tonight? Get your mind off all those things you’re worried about?”
“Actually, I was already thinking something like that. Fright Dome is open and Aaron was thinking on going. Want to join him and go for a drive afterward?” You smiled and nodded. With the scheduling, it had been a while since the two of you had been on a proper date. Mostly, you ended up going on impromptu walks or drives to see the sights. While no less romantic, you still missed an actual date night that wasn’t overshadowed by an investigation.
“Take a drive to our spot?”
Zak’s smile widened further as he kissed you softly. “I knew I loved you for some reason,” he grinned, laughing as you playfully punched in the arm.
Later that evening, you couldn’t stop smiling as the Challenger roared down the dark desert roads, breaking the peaceful silence what was a part of rural Nevada. As usual, Fright Dome was amazing. The haunted house event delivered more and more each year, making it the go-to even every Halloween. Since you joined the team, it was practically tradition for you and Zak to hit the event at least once. It was your favorite attraction, aside from Universal’s Halloween Horror Nights and the themed haunted house your family did every year for the trick-or-treaters (this year, it was zombies).
During the event, Zak hardly left your side. Aside from occasionally posing for pictures (the face he made with the clowns still made you giggle), he switched between holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist. Even now as he drove to your spot, his fingers were intertwined with yours, his touch warm and comforting.
The drive had been oddly silent; Zak turned off the radio sometime ago, stating something about wanting to soak in a quiet moment with you. Looking over at him, you smiled at the relaxed expression on his face, something that didn’t happened all too often lately. Occasionally, his eyes would narrow thoughtfully or his fingers would tighten around yours slightly, as though he were suddenly getting anxious about something, but then he would relax and settle into the drive again.
Finally, he pulled into a familiar parking lot. It was the place you both frequented together when needing to get out of Vegas. You would bring Gracie and your dog out, go for a hike, and simply let nature wash away the tension that would build up. It was also special for the both of you as it was the place where Zak worked up the courage to tell you he loved you. It was also where he kissed you for the first time.
You smiled wider when he got out and opened the passenger door before you got the seat belt off. “M’lady?” he asked in a faux royalty accent, extending his hand to you.
“Thank you, kind sir,” you replied in a good impression of a Southern belle. Looking out to the moonlight desert, you grinned as you stood up. “I do declare, this is a beautiful sight!”
Zak’s laugh trailed off as you straightened up and gazed into his blue eyes. “Yeah it is,” he whispered. You blushed and giggled at the cliche moment. Zak seemed to have noticed the cliche as well as he laughed nervously and led you to the hood of the car.
Sitting on the hood, you barely noticed Zak dimming the headlights slightly as you gazed out into the desert. It really was beautiful. The half moon and stars were bright enough and expansive enough to cast the desert in an ethereal glow. It was nothing like some of the places you and the crew were locked down in where the glow seemed spooky. Instead, it was almost cliche at how romantically perfect it was. You turned to Zak to comment about it, but stopped when you caught him watching you with a mixture of tenderness, awe, and nervousness. He averted his eyes quickly and a small blush creeped up his neck.
“You okay?” you asked.
“Y-yeah, why?” he replied. He cleared his throat of the slightly waver you heard. You didn’t have to look down to know that he was softly tapping his fingers nervously. This was getting ridiculous; you needed to get to the bottom of this now.
“Zak, you’ve been nervous and jumpy since you got back from California. Not to mention the whole team and some of the production crew have been acting weird! What is going on?” Instead of answering you, you were surprised when he stared at you stunned one moment, then cracking up the next. “Zak, it’s not funny!”
“It really is, Y/N,” he answered finally. “I’ve been busy thinking and planning and hoping that you wouldn’t catch on, but you did.”
“What are you talking about? Thinking about what?”
“The future, mostly. And what it holds for us.” Your eyes widened as your mind started spinning. Was he actually talking about…?
“Y/N, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I realized how much you mean to me. Whenever I’m around you, I’m happier, freer, less…less haunted than before. That’s not something I want to loose. I mean, I know we haven’t talked about any of this and we probably should have at some point and I’m probably springing this on you and scaring the living daylights out of you-” he rambled on, his nerves suddenly getting the best of him.
“Yes.” Both of you froze as the word was breathed out.
“Oh God!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands over your mouth. “I mean - are you - if you are - oh my - crap, Zak!” you rambled, laughing and crying at the same time. Zak released the breath he was holding and started laughing. “Zak, are you-?”
“Yeah I am,” he admitted. “I’ve been trying to find the right time for weeks.” Once he finally composed himself enough, he took a deep breath and slipped his hand into his pocket. “Let me see if I can do proper now.”
You choked back a sob as he pulled out a small box and knelt down on one knee. “Since you’ve come into my life, you have brought me out of the darkness that constantly surrounded me. I love you with my entire being and I want you with me forever. Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the box to reveal a beautiful, yet simple engagement ring. “Will you marry me?” You were so overwhelmed with emotion, all you could do was nod.
With a shaking hand, Zak gently slid the ring onto your finger and swept you up into his arms. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggled as he spun you around with a loud cheer. Setting you down, he cupped your face in his hands tenderly. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, a few tears running down his face.
“I love you too, Zak,” you replied, sealing the proposal with a tender, yet passionate kiss.
NATE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT KIND OF GIRL SHE WAS. Sleeping with rich guys like him just so they might could be something one day– have influence among the socialite women on the Upper East Side. “You went to Constance, didn’t you? Your name sounds familiar.” No, Nate; you don’t know her from school. She’s in the book. The little b l a c k book.
‘I’m an open book,’ she said.
'No, you’re not,’ he replied. 'You’re the opposite of an open book; you’re a closed case. Everybody thinks they’ve discovered as much as they can about you, when really, they haven’t discovered anything at all.’
She pauses. Then - 'So, are you planning to open me up?’
He shakes his head. 'No. Only you can do that.’
You played with them hem of your sweater slightly, sipping on your latte and setting it aside on the table. It was winter time and there wasn’t really much to do during the vacation other than sled or make snowmen which you were not really in the mood for doing. Hence, you had slipped on your coat and gloves and made your way to the library across the street. All your friends had gone travelling for the holidays so you decided that anything was better than just sulking at home.
The snow crunched on the staircase as you ascended, little flecks of white catching in your hair as you swung open the heavy oak door, immediately letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth of the heater took you into its embrace.
And now here you were, a little book propped open on your lap as you skimmed through the text, immersing yourself in the world of fairytales and magic. You always like how reading was its own airplane. Sure, all your friends were going on expensive holidays to tropical locations in warm, sunny beaches, but you had a one-way ticket to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Who was the real winner here?
You laughed at Ron as he made a sarcastic remark in the story. You cheered for Hermione when she took matters in her own hands and used her wit and intelligence to solve the problem. You had to keep your voice down when Harry did something stupid and risky once again, silently cursing him but loving his daringness all the same.
You smiled to yourself as your eyes scanned the last sentence. You closed the book and checked your watch, seeing it was already 3 pm. You considered heading back home and just sleeping until it was time for dinner, but you were too hooked. You absolutely needed to read at least the first few chapters of the next book. You stood up from your sofa cushion and headed towards the fantasy section. Your eyes grazed over the colourful binders and interesting titles, making a mental note of the next series you would read after this one. Finally, you caught sight of the Deathly Hallows bright book cover and reached out for it but so did someone else, his hand landing on top of yours gently.
Imagine being Harley’s little sister and dating Tim.
Relationship: Family and Lover
Character: Harley Quinn ad Tim Drake
Gifs: Found on Google.
A/N: I have not been show Tim and Damian enough love.
I sat on my couch reading a book with the news in the background then I turned a tapping on my window, which caused me to jump. “Jesus Christ Tim come on!” I sighed setting my book down and opened the window. “HI THERE LITTLE SIS!” Harley smiled and jumped into my apartment giving me a hug. “Har what are you doing here!?” I hugged her back; sure she was a villain, but she was still my sister. “Well, Ivy need some help, so she broke me out.” I sighed and shook my head. “So who is this Tim?” Harley asked as she walked deeper into my apartment. “Umm, he’s my boyfriend.”
Gigantic fluffs of snow bestowed earthly grounds and glass windows with frosts of the lingering winter season. It was two weeks passed New Years; two months since Tao and your second wedding anniversary. With the sun shied back into the shadows, roads lit with the subdued luminance of streetlamps and Christmas string lights, long overdue to be taken down.
The young toddler hopped onto the carpeted baby steps and up onto the bed. Flashing her newly erupted teeth, her smile tickled the depths of your heart with utter honeyed tenderness. You patted your lap and she eagerly climbed into her mother’s welcoming embrace. In the warm nest, the baby bunny blinked her sharp pearly eyes up in anticipation for story time.
“Once upon a time,” you began as you flipped open her favorite picture book. Her little toes wiggled enthusiastically within her fuzzy socks. “A young maiden watched as her fairytale prince married another really beautiful girl.” BeiBei frowned. “She thought that all her dreams had drifted away…until in front of a very extravagant wishing well, God bestowed her with a miracle – a rainbow after the rain. She met a super handsome prince, destined to be her knight in shining armor, who was…also really good with poker…” you giggled shyly as your daughter ogled at a picture of Tao and you liplocked in front of the infamous wishing well.
“Daddy!” the little girl exclaimed. “Mummy!” She pointed at your cheeks that still tinged in marigold amidst the evening shade.
“Mmhm…” you nodded, “It was love at first sight.”
“La-bu at furst sight?” BeiBei innocently repeated; her eyes sparkled with gold as if she had just discovered a long lost treasure.
“Mmhm. And then we created you,” you playfully tapped her cute button nose. “Just like how Mommy fell in love with Daddy at first sight, she also fell deeply in love with her precious BeiBei at first sight.”
Her miniature hands clapped joyously at your explanation; silky bangs bounced up and down against her smooth forehead. “BeiBei la-bu Mummy doo!” Despite being blessed with her presence everyday, her cherubic expressions never ceased to melt you into a puddle of jelly.
“Does BeiBei love Daddy?” you questioned as you kissed her soft rosy cheeks.
She quickly nodded. “BeiBei la-bu Mummy and Daddy! BeiBei will only la-bu Mummy and Daddy!”
You parted your lips to respond but a rush of acid commanded your palms to cup over your mouth to suppress your recent nausea. The sweet princess blinked and worriedly stood up on twos to examine you. Two light indentations sunk into the mattress, where she waddled over for balance.
“Mommy’s okay,” you responded as you stroked your chest. Still, she eyed you with skepticism – a look you were sure she learned from her father. Your cheeks dusted in amaryllis pink as you closed the photo storybook and brought BeiBei to face you so you could study her reaction. “Honey…” you started, habitually looping a strand of hair behind your ear. “If Mommy and Daddy bring home a baby brother or sister, will you love him or her just as much as you love us?”
She blinked and squeezed the unicorn plushie in her arms. You lifted a palm over your still flat tummy and like an enchanted spell, the corners of your lips automatically curled upward in heartfelt bliss. Her tiny hands followed and rested on top of your abdomen.
“That’s your baby sibling,” you explained. “She or he will grow in Mommy’s tummy for eight more months and then arrive to play with BeiBei.”
Her mouth slowly opened wide. Both palms pressed against your belly as if gifting the little baby a pre-welcoming massage. There was no doubt in your mind that BeiBei would be a great big sister. You kissed the top of her head as she babbled away at how she’d teach the baby the magic coin trick her father had thought her last week.
Nodding and giggling, you wordlessly listened as the hyper toddler counted down her bucket list. The hands of the clock revolved around, ticking away time. As her lashes swayed ever so sleepily, you gently cradled her into your arms and tucked her into the blankets. With the click of a switch, vibrant lights dimmed into soft glows. You slipped under the covers as well, thankful that BeiBei warmed up the empty space.
An hour later, the doorknob quietly turned. A beam of light rushed into the dark room to announce Tao’s presence. As quiet as possible, he tiptoed over to admire his queen and little princess. Despite his desire to spend more time with the two of you, work requirements often strayed him away to different cities and countries.
With a content sigh, the young father rested his anxious heart through soundlessly listening to the tranquility of BeiBei and your light breathing. Each rise and fall of your chest comforted him with much needed serenity. The wrinkles along his face evened out as he bent over and planted a sweet kiss along both your foreheads.
“ZiTao…ZiTao-ah…” you habitually called in your sleep. It made his heart clench.
“I’m here,” he automatically responded. His long fingers brushed your temples and naturally ran down your hair.
When you whispered his name once more, Tao could no longer bear the distance. Slipping off his shoes, he climbed onto the bed and brought the two of you into his embrace. His chest was cozy and warm, just what you needed on a frigid winter night. You snuggled in closer, allowing his protection to soothe your fatigue and lull you to a sweet slumber.
You woke up the next morning to the sound of chopping noises coming from the kitchen. Tussling your hair, you sluggishly slid out of bed, tucked your daughter back under the covers, and trudged off to greet your mother-in-law. But instead of her slim and petite figure, the resident chef mirrored a tall and well-built physique. Rubbing your growling tummy, you blinked several times in case your longing for your busy husband had granted you illusions. Still, the image of him chopping green scallions and stirring the pot remained crystal clear.
“ZiTao!” you gasped. Automatically, your feet skipped against polished floor over to him. In split moments, you tossed your arms around him from behind and squeezed every fiber out of his soul. His much larger palms stroked the back of yours.
“Hey,” he greeted with a gentleness that melted your heart.
As soon as the first sniffle sounded, Tao immediately dropped his culinary assignment to focus his attention completely onto you. He spun around and instantly encased you back into his tight caress.
“I’m sorry,” your husband apologized. You shook your head within his chest. “I’m always working and neglecting you,” he continued. You shook your head again.
In all honesty, Tao had only been gone for five days on a business trip. You weren’t really sure why you missed him so dearly. Perhaps, your prenatal hormones were playing tricks on your emotions. He leaned in for a quick peck.
“Has my little princess been behaving while I’m gone?” the father questioned as he admired the newly sketched crayon doodles across the kitchen walls.
“Woops, let me wash that. She must have drawn on it late last night,” you commented, rubbed your tummy, and proceeded to head to the cabinets for cleaning supplies. But Tao grabbed your hand and pulled you back over to him. His arms enveloped your small frame and chin rested on top of your head as he swayed you from side to side.
“Let’s leave it there. Our BeiBei is a Picasso in the making,” he proudly stated. His breath tickled the hairs of your ear so that you couldn’t help but giggle. “…Though…what is that supposed to be?”
You peeped your head out to follow his gaze.
“Um…” you scratched your head while Tao tilted his. “I think a duck…”
“Ducks have four legs?” he asked dumbfounded.
“Maybe…” you sheepishly replied.
He rubbed his temples and shook his head. “Wifey, stop letting BeiBei hang out with Wu YiFan!”
“Heh…” you rubbed your neck.
Just then, tiny sporadic footsteps stumbled down the stairs. Tao and you turned around to see BeiBei waddling down with one arm hugging her stuff animal friend and the other rubbing her still closed eyes. Instantly, Tao flashed a toothy smile and opened her arms wide.
Like you, the toddler froze in place and blinked several times. Rolling her hands into fists, she continued to rub her eyes over and over again. “Daddy!” she squealed and barreled down the stairs.
“Be careful!” you warned but the caring father was already on the case.
He leapt faster than a cheetah to swoop his baby girl safely within his arms before she even had the chance to fall. “Xiao Baobei-ah, did you miss Daddy?” Tao questioned as he playfully rocked her from left and right. She shrieked and squealed; every high-pitch note was music to your ears. Similarly, to Tao, it gave him the incentive to his notorious tickle war.
With eyes widened at his silly wiggling brows and clawing hands, you grabbed BeiBei out of his arms and tried to dash off. But your athletic skills were nothing compared to that of the martial artist. He caught you easily so that both your daughter and you toppled onto the floor, squealing and giggling from the ruthless tickles.
“ZiTao!” you yelped as he numbed every cell within your body under his touch. You curled over in defeat.
“One down, one more to go! Muahahaha!” he chuckled as he cornered the runaway princess.
“Mummmmy! Help!” her baby voice sung before she fell victim to Tao’s attacks.
“Coochy coochy coo!” the handsome father grinned as his daughter erupted in uncontrollable giggles.
Despite regaining stamina, you turned into a puddle at the heartwarming scene. Tao never neglected you and definitely not BeiBei. Yet, still, to this day, every father and daughter interaction took your breath away. They were two peas in a pod – trouble makers disguised as little pandas. As you pondered and daydreamed, you didn’t notice that the giggles had slowly ceased and was replaced by an onslaught of whispers. Soon enough, they teamed up and advance toward you.
You gasped but any attempts of escape were futile – the father and daughter duel had you cornered. Two mirrored goofy expressions briefed you with a split second warning before their combo attack left you withering in a heap. Amidst laughter, squirms, and attempting to wiggle away from their grasp, you let out a hiss. Your palms pressed against your abdomen. Immediately, your assailants ceased their offense. Tao picked BeiBei up and off of you.
“Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” your husband apprehensively asked with his palms cupping your face.
Your lips clamped in attempts to suppress your nausea. With a weak smile, you patted your chest and shook your head to calm his worry. Yet, your colorless cheeks left him anxious and frightened. Slipping his arms under your knees, your husband expertly lifted you off the ground and carried you over to the living room couch. BeiBei tottered and tailed behind.
“Are you feeling sick?” Tao questioned as he placed the back of his hand to your forehead to check your temperature. You shook your head. “You’re slightly pale…” he noted, took off his jacket, and wrapped it around you to warm you up. But you were already completely warm and fuzzy under his tender, love, and care.
“ZiTao-ah…” you shyly lowered your head and called. You hadn’t expected him to return home early from his business trip; hence, your lack of preparation for the pregnancy announcement.
“Hm?” your husband brought your head in to rest against the nape of his neck. An arm draped protectively around you. With his other hand, he aided in BeiBei’s climb up to his lap.
“…um…” you bit your lip and picked at a loose thread on his jacket. Your hesitancy only escalated Tao’s anxiousness. “…What…what if we…what if we welcome another member into the family?”
His chest stopped rising up and down. Your heart began to race in anticipation. Since the pregnancy of BeiBei had been unexpected and burdened by countless obstacles, you never really had the chance to watch his reaction. The two of you had mentioned wanting another child in the future but was this too fast? Would another baby stress him out even more? Endless thoughts raided your vulnerable mind with every passing moment that Tao remained frozen and speechless.
Finally, he sighed. “I tried talking to Ma, hoping she’d leave the Huang Manor to stay with us, but she won’t. She was really happy and grateful for your offer though.”
This time, it was your turn to stare in confusion. “No…no…not Ma.” You scratched your head.
“Hm?” Tao frowned.
“Oh!” he exclaimed and almost leapt out of his seat as if a light switched on in his brain.
With twinkling eyes and a widened smile, you pressed a palm against Tao’s chest to help elevate yourself to an upright position and scrutinize his expression better.
“Did your asthma exam come back completely clean?! Are we finally going to be able to adopt Candy?! I’m going to call the pet store right now!” your husband’s felin-shaped eyes diminished to mere arches as he hopped onto his feet and scurried over to the phone. His little shadow princess followed along.
“Wa-wait…waii…t…” you stuttered and hid your face within your palms.
Was this really supposed to be this hard? Obviously, you didn’t want to announce something so big in a simple way but Tao wasn’t getting it. With a pout, you tossed yourself against the sofa pillows and brainstormed for better ideas.
Two days later – yes, after two days of hinting that you were pregnant, Tao remained clueless, you came up with a splendid idea. Giggling to yourself, you sneakily nabbed BeiBei from the playpen, tiptoed soundlessly pass your husband’s office, and scurried into the bedroom.
“Mummmmy,” your daughter playfully swung her little legs.
“BeiBei,” you grinned as you ruffled her hair. “Mommy got a new shirt for you!”
Weak to her cuteness, you bent over and retrieved a hidden box from underneath the bed. She clapped her toddler hands together and flipped open the lid to reveal a half pink – half blue sweater that read, “I’m going to be a big sister!”
That oughta do it!
The little girl obediently slipped the shirt on. Beaming, you picked her up and settled on the living room sofa for your weekly family movie night. Tao strolled in several minutes later, dressed casually in a black tee and glasses that always had the ability to make you swoon. Instantly, you flushed over in colors so vibrant even the heavenly rainbows would feel ashamed. He tossed you a smirk, which only heated everything up. You succumbed to paralysis as he picked BeiBei up onto his lap and sat down.
Your poor heart thumped so loudly within your chest, you couldn’t even hear Tao’s question about what movie you wanted to watch. He noticed it – he must have noticed the shirt! He stared right at BeiBei! How did he not notice?! Gripping the fabric of the sofa, you turned to him in earnest skepticism. Was he just messing with you? Better yet, was BeiBei his accomplice and this was some prank? Narrowing your eyes, you scanned the area for any hidden cameras. There were none. Back to Tao, he still seemed oblivious with a remote in one hand and his lengthy limbs crossed.
“Is Paradoxical Harmonyokay, Babe?” he asked as he surfed through Netflix. “Babe?” he questioned again when there was no response.
“Uh…uh yeah…” you managed to squeeze out without your vocal cords shaking.
“Great. I heard the plotline is hilarious,” he commented as he set up the projector.
Your eyes followed his every move. Again, he picked his baby back up and plopped down onto the sofa. Oh my…God…
“Nice sweater, BeiBei,” he complimented as he brushed his fingers across the smooth wool. “Did Mommy get it for you?”
Your blood pressure skyrocketed. This was it. Finally…finally after so many failed announcements…this one would go down in history! Too anxious to even look at Tao, you kept your eyes glued to the screen.
Any moment now…
Tao erupted into an obnoxious cackle. Grimacing, you turned around to realize his complete absorption into the movie. “The cat pooped on her!” he laughed as he pointed onto the screen. BeiBei mimicked her father.
“Huang ZiTao!” you heard your exasperated voice hiss.
“Hm?” he hummed, still laughing uncontrollably at the plotline.
He turned around to face your look of disappointment.
“Hm?” he repeated, this time more serious. He dialed the volume down and waited for you to speak. When you slumped your shoulders and remained quiet, Tao paused the entire video to give you his undivided attention. “Something the matter?”
Even though you knew it was trivial matter, your lips uncharacteristically rippled. Tao caught the glossiness of your eyes and immediately sat up straight.
“Wifey?” he reached a hand out but you recoiled back into your shell.
“Nothing,” you shook your head and tried to take the remote control from his hand so that the movie could take the attention away from your emotional endeavor. Tao hid the controller behind his back.
“What happened?” he drilled.
“Nothing, ZiTao. Just continue the movie,” you downplayed.
“Don’t ‘Nothing’ me. I know when something is wrong,” he sternly spoke – a little too sternly for your sensitive, prenatal hormones.
“Just continue the movie. I’m getting sleepy so I’m going to go upstairs to rest,” you softly replied to prevent your voice from shaking. Habitually rubbing your tummy, you excused yourself but Tao grabbed your hand.
“Babe. You’re scaring me,” he admitted.
“No. No. I’m really fine. I’m just making a big deal out of nothing,” you self-reprimanded and threw him a smile of reassurance. His hold loosened so you took the opportunity to dash. But Tao knew you well enough to recognize that the more you brushed a problem off, the more important it was. He scurried after you.
“Baby, tell me what is wrong,” you husband pleaded, stopped you right before you made you getaway into the bedroom.
“Nothing is wrong,” you stressed. Really. The world wasn’t collapsing…what did he even… Your eyes overfilled with liquid. What…in the… Tears flowed down as you cupped your face within your hands. …in the actual…world?
“No. No. No,” Tao winced and hurriedly enveloped you into his strong arms “No. No. Babe, you know I can’t stand seeing you cry.”
“It’s…It’s…” you hiccupped, “It’s really no-nothing…”
Oh my God…You started to sob even louder.
“Tell me what is wrong. Please,” he begged.
“No, it’s really nothing important. I swear…” you tried to say through your weeping, “My…My hormones are just…”
“Your hormones?” he raised his brow.
“Bay…bay…” you bit your cheek in attempts to steady your voice to no avail. “Bee…”
“BeiBei? What about BeiBei?” Tao leaned his ear closer to try to decipher your gibberish. You shook your head. “Has BeiBei been disobedient?” Again, you shook your head and began to wail.
Argh. For real. Calm it, Hormones!
“BeiBei. Sweater,” you tugged on your own shirt in case he couldn’t hear you through your sobs.
“Sweater?” he questioned with his brows furrowed. You nodded for the first time in the conversation. Tao eyes travelled down the hall to where the little toddler had just arrived after strenuously climbing the stairs one step at a time to reunite with her Mommy and Daddy. He squinted as he read the words out loud, “I’m going to be a…”
His eyes widened. Your cries quieted.
Tao turned to you for confirmation. Bashfully dropping your head, you brought both palms up to caress your tummy.
“Wifey?!” your husband wheezed as his own orbs glazed in an abundance of salted liquid.
“I told you I was ovulating during our anniversary night but you still wanted to shower together,” you murmured.
His features smoothened out as he chuckled lowly to himself. Taking both your hands into his, he brought one up to his lips and planted a light kiss. Like a fairytale prince, he slowly knelt down in front of you and pressed his lips against your growing stomach. “Hehe,” you shyly smiled.
“Hi Little BaoBao,” the elated father greeted.
Your little heart fluttered with butterflies and rainbow unicorns.
“ZiTao-ah…I know we planned to have a second child in three years…but—”
“We can have our third then,” he smiled, “Don’t scare our little BaoBao.”
You placed your hand over his that rested atop your tummy and nodded.
“Plus…we can’t plan fate when accidents like to happen,” he winked.
“Hehe…” Falling in love again, your eyes glittered into his like adorned Christmas lights as he stood back on his two feet.
All your recent efforts for the announcement finally made sense to Tao. “Argh. I’m so slow,” he hid his face within his palms in embarrassment.
“You really are,” you teased as you settled back into his cozy hug.
“You even said ‘new family member’ the other day. How did I not understand?” he chuckled to himself.
“Exactly, Dummie!” you crinkled your nose when he leaned in to steal a peck.
Just then, BeiBei waddled over to tug the hem of Tao’s trousers. Her father eagerly picked her up into his arms. Ruffling her hair, he tenderly wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead with his sleeve whilst whispering little sweet nothings to remind her that she was the most beautiful little princess anyone could ever have. High-pitched squeals and giggles of pure bliss echoed down the halls, layering your once fearful heart with so genuine euphoria.
Perhaps, to most girls, a fairytale happy ending always concluded with that image of puffy laced wedding gowns, bouquets of flowers, and a kiss from Prince Charming. You got that and much, much more because you found a Charming Daddy for your little princess and prince.
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10 facts about Wieda that not a lot of people know?
“You want ten little known facts mate? I’m a rather open book but okay, let us see if I can come up with ten.
I have been the sole survivor on two ships taken by pirates and was one of a pair on a third.
I never went to church as a kid. It wasn’t until I got my taint that I found the Light. Before that, the closest I got was I sometimes snuck out to harvest witch gatherings.
I have a couple kinks that you’d have to know me better to learn. Candles, rum bottles and creative use of your hands are involved though.
I have never lain with a male and don’t ever plan to.
That’s only four. Hmm. I’m a natural red and can prove it too. Never dyed my hair.
Six. Hmm. I lost my virginity really young. To an older girl.
Seven. Umm. Okay, I actually am very comfortable with losing my eye. Odd, weird even right? I can’t explain it. I had multiple offers to fix it. Either regrow or magically replace or mechanically replace. But, now that I have adjusted to it? It doesn’t hamper me. I also realized how attracted I am to other women with similar injuries and realized I was okay with looking like this. Sure, I plan on getting a glass eye for some occasions, but, I’m fine, happy even, being like this.
Eight. I don’t like pirates. I’ve had two disastrous run ins with pirates and even going to Booty Bay makes me uncomfortable. Have I met some good ones? Maybe? But over all, I don’t like them.
Nine. Um. Hmm. Oh, yeah, that qualifies. I have two dermal piercings, in my back. I had planned on getting more, was going to have this pattern done with them, at different points along the wing tattoo there. But, I found I hated them. Still do. Been thinking about getting them removed and healed over actually.
Last one. I guess the best, biggest and one even I wasn’t really aware of till recently should be last, aye? Iv’e been in a lot of relationships. Most never last. She leaves, eventually. Only a couple have I been the one to walk away. But, I think, no, I ‘m pretty positive. The reason? I’m polyamorous. It’s just taken me a long time to realize this.
There, ten, whew. Who knew this would be so hard?”
Buffy isn’t sure why she does it. She has no real reason to feel bad for snapping at Faith the night before: what she’d said had been true, and besides, she doesn’t owe anyone her story. Nevertheless, she buys two chocolate chip muffins in the morning, and leaves one on Faith’s second seat.
No note, but the other girl will know who it’s from.
——now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace.
he sees him first in second year; the kid with mousy brown hair and a withdrawn demeanour. barty struggles to place them until they’re called up to the sorting hat- they seem familiar, for some reason, and it’s when he hears the ‘bones’ that he realizes.
amelia’s brother, and suddenly it makes sense.
his curiousity is satisfied with that, the sudden interest gone as it appeared, and his gaze flickers away again, goes to other things.
he doesn’t think much of micah bones at all, not until years later.
he glances up, words already on his tongue but- micah is asleep, slumped over the table and head resting on his open book. barty stops, blinks a little. asleep. he studies too much, it shouldn’t be a surprise.
he wonders what the odd sensation twisting in his chest is.
he continues looking at micah for perhaps a moment beyond necessary- all the tight lines and drawn expressions that he realizes relax only in sleep. honestly, micah still looks a little bit stressed while sleeping.
he’s fond of micah, perhaps that is it; the warm, heavy thing that thuds in his chest when he looks at the boy. before he realizes it he’s already pulled micah’s inkwell away from him, is setting his things to the side.
after a moment, he sits back and continues reading.
it is a subtle kind of manipulation; all the ways he influences micah, all the ways micah influences him in return.
something subtle, something genuine, something slow. only he is affected in turn, a give and take that sometimes he thinks he gives too much to. possessiveness is nothing new for barty- possessiveness and the cold edge of distaste that now flavours his tongue when he looks at amelia and edgar bones. barty does not get attached. and this is not attachment.
(perhaps it is something else then, for fondness does not need attachment. neither does love.)
perhaps it’s only a wish to control micah. perhaps it’s simply easier for him to think of it that way.
he does not think micah would ever be controlled.
“have you heard of astragolai?”
micah doesn’t answer- is waiting, probably, for barty to continue with whatever he’s saying. his finger slides across the page, tracing the sketch of the knucklebones on the parchment. he doesn’t decide to test micah’s patience, and speaks without further pause. “the cast of the bones.”
“a pouch of knucklebones. you throw them and read the pattern they land in. the greeks used them for divination. children played it as a game.”
“the cast of the bones.” when he says it he thinks there’s some kind of irony in that, some kind of poetry. he wonders why his thoughts linger on it as they do, why his fingers trace the curve of a line when his gaze is no longer on the book.
“everything is fated.“
the name leaves his lips, wooden in the thin air. expressionless, inflectionless.
he isn’t surprised, somehow. but how could he be surprised. this is not unexpected after all, he had not thought of this and yet now they are here and… well, he was a fool for never taking this into account. he was a fool for not thinking this would happen.
and then he thinks that without speaking micah would still recognize him anyway, know who he was with or without the mask. his mouth opens again, the words are his own.
“get out of my way.” i’ll only say it once; this he does not add. this, he does not need to add. he already knows, bone deep and ichor thick in his blood, that there is only one path this can take.
there’s something numb in his bones, something cold in his limbs and when micah doesn’t move, he raises his wand.
there is only one path this can take, and he knows how it goes. he knows micah, knows all his weaknesses, knows all his strengths, knows all the little things that make him up. a spell lashes past his shoulder, he ignores the heat, ignores the blood. he knows micah, and he knows that physically the younger boy will always be the weak one.
all it takes is getting close enough and then micah is on the ground, he’s thrown his wand away and he slams the other’s head into a wall, once, twice- until he can feel the blood on his nails and micah is a boneless, slumped heap against the wall, blood on his temple and head cracked half open.
(and barty almost cannot stop, the monster in him has reared its ugly head, the blood wakens a thirst and he hungers to slake it, to not stop here but to take micah’s slim neck and snap– –patience, he thinks, control)
he struggles to his feet, pries micah’s wand from the boy’s limp hand. it’s easy to grab his own wand back from the ground where it’s fallen, easy to straighten and level it at the unconscious body before him.
there is nothing constricting his lungs, there is nothing clouding his mind- there is the mission and somehow emotion does not tie into it, somehow he can feel nothing, looking at the boy in front of him.
there are words on his tongue and he can feel them, pulsing with power and strong. he knows he will not hesitate.
his mouth opens. a syllable on his lips, falling into the air
and then it dies there, powerless, worth nothing.
micah, he thinks, with clarity. with confusion. this is micah, the boy who had looked barty in the eye and had called him friend, the one who smiled rarely and whose laughter he had only heard once, the boy barty had called his.
micah, and the words are still on his tongue, trapped there, dying.
there is a principle in alchemy, the core principle. it is this: do ut des.
i give so you may give. equal exchange. the common phrasing for it was this; quid pro quo. he thinks about it unwittingly, and then for a moment he thinks about all the things micah has given him, intentionally or unintentionally. he thinks of the things he’s given back.
there is no room for hesitation in war.
he does not hesitate.
micah is smiling just faintly. the expression tugs on his lips and looks so natural there that barty is almost surprised by it. but he is not surprised- or only a little. there is just a sensation in him, something warm suddenly, something that feels like contentment but heavier, something that makes his breath hold for a moment before he lets it out again as he looks at micah.
“what?” the other asks, and barty realizes in the same breath that he’s never seen micah smiling before.
he would not mind seeing that expression more. it is not an ugly expression, on micah’s face.
“i was thinking,” he murmurs, and leaves it at that.
when he’s home, his legs give out under him. he falls to his knees on the carpet and his hands are shaking, trembling, they spasm as they try to hold him up and then they give out too, until he’s shaking on the ground, nothing but a mess of himself. there’s ash on his fingertips and blood dried on his palms and he’s hyperventilating, he knows that, he can barely breathe even though he tries.
it’s alright. it’s alright. he does not realize he says it aloud. the minutes pass, his heart stutters to a slower beat.
it’s alright. sacrifices must be made. he’s made his choice. he’s made his choice.
he’s on his knees and he is a sinner praying, a sinner prostrating.
barty’s made his choice. his choice was made for him. all he can do now is stand by it.
here is what you should know about barty crouch: he is loyal, he will only ever know loyalty to a person, to people. he will only ever know loyalty to those who live and breathe with blood in their veins and colour under their skin and life beating fast in their heart.
that is important.
they recover the bodies- barely bodies. burned beyond recognition, burned beyond any kind of identification. they figure out who is who from the relative heights- it’s the only thing they have left to go on, alongside bone structure, and his mother falls to her knees and weeps.
on the day of the funeral, it is raining.
barty does not attend.
in darkness, a boy wakes.
barty glances up at the rustle of motion, fingers slipping a bookmark into the book in his lap. he closes it with a soft thud, places it on the table at the side.
“good morning,” he murmurs, and smiles a crooked, unreadable smile. “your funeral was last wednesday.”