Summary: The reader gives birth, baby is home and Tom does a livestream to show the baby to his fans.
Warnings: Swearing cause Tom swears IRL.
Word Count: 1,200+
A/N: Comment if you want more of these kind of imagines. Also my requests are open :) Tyoed this while on pain medication so,hopefully its not fucked up.
Today I just got done filming what I had to do. Now I get to go home, be with my newborn and spend time with my lovely wife. My wife and I got to bring her home after a few days. Ever since we introduced Tessa to her she’s been hooked,Tessa loves laying by the crib now. She absolutely loves being near the baby.
The doctor warned us about introducing Tessa to our daughter. Me of course I knew Tessa couldn’t do any harm. Even my wife knew Tessa wouldn’t even harm her. The moment Tessa met her was the most purest and sweetest moment anyone could witness.
Opening the front door I’m greeted by a happy Tessa. Smiling down at her I rub the top of her head. Pulling out my phone I smile by all the sweet comments on my picture. I posted a picture of me holding my daughter when she was born. Clicking on my story I click the ‘Live’ option. It counts down from three to one after checking the connection. Viewers start racking up once the livestream started.
“Ello guys, today’s been a really good.. I finished filming what I needed to for the new sequence, yes I’m not going to spill details” I laugh at how I recklessly spilled stuff in the past.
Reading the comments I see them mainly asking about the baby. Other’s asking about how my wife was feeling. Setting my phone on a shelf I pull out a mug. Pulling the coffee pot from its warm home I fill the cup up. Smiling at how the coffee was ready for me, she must have started it knowing I’d be home as of now. I’m so blessed.
“My wife is a trooper guys, she was in labor for eighteen hours.. I’ve never heard her swear so much..” the memory causing me to laugh out loud.
“She was like “Fuck you Holland it’s all your fault” and I being a lil shit was like “well if we didn’t fuck we wouldn’t be here” then I got slapped on the head which wasn’t fun” chuckling as I take a sip of my coffee. Reading more people comment about how beautiful our daughter is. One person saying she looks like a baby rather than an alien like some baby’s look like when they’re born.
“Thank you for all the lovely comments! You guys won’t believe how lovely my daughter is..” holding my phone in front of my face as the live stream continues. Watching as the side gets spammed with hearts. Then I see the same question pop up, yet It was on the post I made a few days ago. Drinking more of my coffee as I see the same question pop up again and again.
@tomhollanlover6991: WHAT IS HER NAME?!
“Her name is Nova Anne Holland, she was born two weeks earlier which surprised everyone because I didn’t think I would be home for her birth” I respond making my way up the stairs. The carpet feeling good against my aching feet from today’s interview and photoshoot.
“We named her Nova because our daughter is beautiful like Supernova’s and no we didn’t name her Nova after the Marvel character” I explain with a small laugh only imagining the memes they would try to make. My fans and their damn memes will be the death of me.
Making my way up the stairs I hear Tessa’s tags jingling behind me. Checking my bedroom I don’t see my wife. The only other place she could be is in the nursery. Walking down the hall I see Nova’s galaxy plaque with her name on it hanging from the door. Continuing to talk to my fans as I get closer towards the door.
“Oh my,you’re so beautiful.. so so beautiful” You whisper down at Nova,the rocking chair moving slowly as you cradle her in your arms. Her little finger wraps around yours as she lets out a little yawn. Watching her eyelids droop were falling due to sleep beckoning her.
“Let’s get you off to bed love” her eyes closing slowly as you get up from the rocking chair. Smiling at the sight of her hand still wrapped around your finger.
“Your daddy and I love you so much darling” Pressing a soft kiss to her head before lowering her into her crib. Slowly taking her hand off of your pointer finger,her small hands making your heart melt at the sight. This little human you created was everything to you.
Taking the small multi-colored purple knit blanket off of the railing. Laying it across her body you tuck the sides so she’s in a semi blanket cocoon. She cried the most when she was cold, which we learned quickly. Tom’s voice could be heard through the door. Freezing I look to see Nova stirring in her sleep.
Thomas I swear to God.
“I’ll show Nova to you, she’s probably sleeping by now” The door opens to reveal Tom. He peeks in the room entering slowly. A smile popping up on his face as he sees you. You were dressed lazily and felt like death, yet he still looked at you like you were a million dollars.
“Shhh… she’s sleeping Tom, I don’t want her to wake” you whisper holding a finger to your lips. He walks over towards you giving your cheek a swift kiss.
Turning the camera around he shows Nova to his fans. His free hand reaches down towards Nova. Tom strokes her cheek gently with his finger down to her chin. Nova smiles in her sleep at her father’s touch making you almost die from the cuteness.
His eyes full of adoration while he looked at her. Tom ends the livestream and puts his phone away in his pocket. Leaning against his chest as he held you next to him. The two of you looking at your beautiful child together. Tom kisses you on top of your head making you sigh out in content,life was perfect.
“C’mon I’ll got put the kettle on, if she cries I’ll head back up” You whisper taking Tom’s hand giving it a small tug. You didn’t know how much time you would have with him before he would have to take off again.
“Can we look at her for five more minutes? I feel like she’ll grow up so fast” Tom begs quietly pulling you towards him. Stifling a laugh you nod up at him as he grins.
“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger and she’s only been home for three days” Your eyes examine her sleeping face. Tom rests his left elbow on top of the railing of the crib. Resting his chin on his hand as he looks down at her.
“She’s definitely going to say Daddy first” he sends a cheeky grin your way. She is going to say Mommy first, what is he thinking?
“If she’s smart like her mother she’ll say mommy first” you respond in a challenging tone earning a look from Tom.
“Is this going to be a bet?” Tom asks raising an eyebrow up.
“You’re going to lose” you whisper pushing him slightly. He fakes a painful attack placing his hand on his forehead. Opening the door to the nursery Tom grins pulling you towards his body. He picks you up spinning you in a circle.
“Let’s make a bet,if I win we have another kid and if you win we have another kid” His offer making you laugh a bit as he carries you out of the room. Setting you down he cups your cheek with his hand. The warmth of his skin makes you smile.
“Well I was wanting another kid anyways so we both will win?” you respond brushing a curl out of his face. He lets out a chuckle nodding his head agreeing with you.
“She’s still going to say Daddy first, I just know it… I mean did you see that smile when I touched her cheek? That was brilliant” the excitement in his voice was absolutely adorable.
“Nooooo” you whine wrapping your arms around his neck.
“It’s going to happen darling, just you wait till Nova says Daddy” he whispers as his lips kiss your forehead.
“You cheeky lil shit” a groan escapes your lips as your head falls against his chest. You give up with a sigh of defeat as he laughs holding you close to him. Moments were wonderful like this with Tom, you couldn’t imagine a life without him and Nova.
we all know alec would be too distracted with magnus at the institute
prompted by the lovely @ja9 ! thank you so much, dear. sorry it’s been a while lol D: but i have 3 weeks until my mid-year break, so send in your prompts and scenarios!!
and as always, let me know what you think :)
Whenever Maryse would take charge at the Institute, Alec was more than happy to take a back seat. He loved being the Head, he had dreamed of it his entire life. But sometimes, it was nice to have a break – especially when Magnus was around.
Alec and Magnus hardly had any time to spend with each other when things got busy. Magnus would become wrapped up in his potions and the endless clients at his doorstep, while Alec was not only out on the field more but also cooped up in his office doing some paperwork when necessary. So when they both found themselves in the same room together, nothing else, no one else really mattered.
The whole team – hell, the entire Institute – had gotten used to it by now. They were initially annoyed at how preoccupied they were with each other, but now they didn’t care.
“Okay, listen up. Alec and I will check out the Central Park demons,” announced Jace as they all gathered around a table. “Izzy, Clary – Lydia has some stuff she wants you guys to take care of.” Jace turned to Simon. “You can… like… go home, I guess,” he said, dismissively, earning a glare from the Vampire.
“At least I’m paying attention!” exclaimed Simon, gesturing to Alec and Magnus who were much more interested in something on Alec’s phone. Jace opened his mouth to defend his parabatai when he realised he couldn’t. The entire group had stopped and turned to face Alec and Magnus while they continued to be oblivious.
Izzy couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto her face as she watched her darling brother pressed up behind Magnus, chin on his shoulder, as he laughed at something Magnus said. Jace and Simon both immediately narrowed their gazes in suspicion. Alec never laughed. Well, not around them, at least.
Magnus smiled while pointing at something on his phone, probably explaining something mundane. Alec chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Magnus’ broad shoulders and nuzzled his face into Magnus’ neck in order to kiss his cheek. Magnus squirmed but twisted his face so that Alec could kiss him properly and smiled when he did.
Clary clenched her jaw, trying to contain her wide grin, as she watched the two ignore Jace and continue to cuddle. “Alec,” called Jace and the man in question didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Magnus?” he tried but he was left without a response. Sighing frustratedly, Jace crossed his arms. “Alexander!” he called.
Alec and Magnus both immediately whipped their attention over to the blonde boy, frowns deepening in their brows. Alec stood still, arms still wrapped around Magnus, as the two continued to glare at Jace, questioningly. Alec rose an eyebrow. Izzy smiled. “Let’s go!” whined Jace, clearly defeated.
Alec rolled his eyes at the boy and let go of Magnus. Just before he followed Jace to the weapons room, Alec turned to face Magnus. He brought his hands to the side of the man’s face and pressed a short kiss on his lips. At least it was meant to be short. Magnus smiled and kissed him back with more desire than Alec could handle in that moment and Alec had to stifle a moan in a room full of bustling Shadowhunters.
Finally pulling apart, Alec licked his lips and walked up to Jace, who stood and scowled at the two. Alec gave him a lazy smile and roughly bumped his shoulder against Jace’s as he walked past, causing him to stumble. “You don’t get to call me Alexander,” he muttered, just loud enough for the group to hear.
Magnus chuckled at the boy while the others laughed on. Jace glared at them before following Alec to gear up.
i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.
“If you’re still taking requests could you do 27 and 33 with Tom?”
+ “Hey can you do a fic with #5 and #10 from your prompt list where Tom is the reader’s hubby and away on a press tour or something and she realized that she’s pregnant so she starts wearing his shirts he left bc she doesn’t was the media to find out before him?“ @karamelblobber
+ “ooh prompt 10 with Tom?“
» “Does he know about the baby ?“
» “You’re paying a small price compared with what she’s going through.”
» "Is that my shirt?“
Characters : Tom Holland x reader
Word count : ~1900
A/N : I know one of the prompts is missing but its only because I will put it in part 2 (if you guys want one I mean ???). This is my longer imagine so far and it’s 1:00am and I’m tired so sorry if that’s kind of shit ! I hope you like it though !!! Don’t hesitate to send me asks or come talk to me, requests are still open. THANKS LOVE YOU
Keeping a secret was hard for you, especially when you were the only one knowing it, not having anyone to talk with about it. The more the days passed, the more you were desperate. And also the more your secret was becoming visible. You were expecting a baby, and it weight heavily on your cosncience. Hiding it to Tom was really hard, he had the right to know since he obviously was the father, but it just always felt like the wrong time to finally spill it. He was away for a couple of months now and you promised yourself you’d wait him to come back to you to tell him the great news.
You took a deep breathe before opening the front door. Going outside was always such a hard thing, you were always worried about what the paparazzi would get on their photos, a gust of wind and a good angle and your baby bump would be exposed in a few seconds. That’s why you wore Tom’s shirts since few weeks, it was large enough to not reveal your new curves. If he heard the news from magazines and not you, you didn’t know how he would react. You knew it would be some sort of treason.
Paps’ flashes were focused on you and you could barely see the way to your car. You tried your best not to put your hand on your belly, it was a reflex you started having since you knew you were pregnant, but doing it in front of these vultures was breaking your cover. You made it to your car, hoping none of the paparazzi got a revealing photo. Then you went to work all stressed as always.
Few hours after you came home from your day, ready to go to sleep and wrapped in your sheets, the reason of your stress called you on Skype. Tom’s face appeared on the screen and you immediately smiled knowing it was hard for him to take time for you during his press tour.
“Hello darling.” He smiled at you and directly his dark circles became more visible. Your heart broke seeing him so tired, but his morning voice gave you goosebumps and the only thing you wanted was to wrap him in your arms to take a nap. “I thought I could say hi since I have few minutes before going back to work. How was your day, love ?”
You two were married for few months now, and you’d still blush each time he’d give you cute nicknames. “I worked all day, nothing interesting. Tell me about your days, they might be so much more exciting than mine.”
You saw Tom shrugged, his eyes focused on his screen seemed to read something. “Yes, I love learning about new cultures, but I hate that you’re not here to learn with me.” You were going to respond but he cut you before you could. “Is that my shirt ?”
You instantly frowned. “Uhm, sorry what ?”
“There are pictures of you leaving the house. You look stunning but I look better in this shirt, sorry not sorry babe.” He giggled. Actually, his heart was warmed up by the fact you were wearing his stuff. He wasn’t used to it, you only wore his clothes as pajamas, when no one was looking at you but him. Seeing you out in his shirt made him proud, and he was glad you did so. People wouldn’t forget you were his.
You blushed, forced to lie. Well, it wasn’t all a lie, because you felt that way, there were just some parts of the truth hidden in what you told him. “I’ve been missing you so much I wanted to have your smell wherever I’d go…”
Tom suddenly pouted. “Give me my shirt back you thief.” He joked. “The world needs to see how better I wear it.”
You laughed at him being such a little dork. You loved him, especially when he was starting to act like that. He seemed so vulnerable and childish. The man you fell in love with. “I love you even if you think you’re better than me.” You admitted.
“I love you too. And… I already need to go. I’m glad I saw your face, darling. Can’t wait to come back home !” He sent you kissed, and after new “I love you”s he hung up.
The day after, you took a deep breathe before opening the door. It was for sure a daily routine you couldn’t wait to end. But now wasn’t the time. Not having to go to work today, you decided to go on your yoga class. You joined the club few weeks ago, thinking you were stressing too much and knowing it wasn’t good for the baby. When you’d found this class specialized for pregnant women, you didn’t hesitate.
This lessons helped you very much, and if you could you’d go every day. You felt good there, not thinking about the reactions of everyone when they’d find out, plus you made some friends, which you were lacking of lately. Every woman was inspiring, with their own stories. It was really supportive to meet them once a week. You couldn’t handle alone all of the stress you were getting from being pregnant, always asking yourself when to tell Tom since you didn’t want him to worry about you and the baby while he was away. Anyways having a baby was the next step of your relation, you both never seriously talked about this before, you just jnew Tom wanted some kids, it wasn’t surprising since he was from a happy loving big family. It was just that you were still young, he was always travelling for his work and you weren’t sure you could take care of thebaby all by yourself.
You took care of keeping your secret in front of the paparazzi and reached your yoga class, saying hello to your friends and already feeling relaxed just by being there. 2 hours after you were home again, searching baby stuff on your laptop.
A Holland was on your screen again, but this time it was Nikki on your phone. You took it as it started vibrating.
“Y/N ! I heard the news ! Why didn’t you tell me about it you secretive little thing !” You froze, there was no way she was talking about something else than your pregnancy, right ? “Congratulations sweetie ! I’m going to be a grandma thanks to you ! Oh my God, I just can’t wait ! How long have you been keeping the secret ?!”
“What the… Where.. Where did you see that ?” Your voice was shaking of terror. If Nikki saw it, then the entire world could see it, including your dear hubby. “It can’t be possible, you kidding right ? Please tell me you’re kidding Nikki it can’t be real !”
took place between the two of you. You didn’t mean to explain
anything, Tom’s mother immediately understood what was going on.
“Does he know about the baby… ?”
“I’m so sorry Nikki.” Tears started falling down your cheeks. You told her everything, you told her the truth you were so afraid to admit to the world. Nikki didn’t hesitate, she drove straight to your apartment as soon as she knew, glad she didn’t call Tom first.
“I just couldn’t tell him. You know how he is, he would… Nikki, I’m so sorry. It just never felt like the right time, I wanted him to be home, rested.” You couldn’t stop crying, your hormones making matters worse. You were feeling like it was the end of the world. “He would have been worried, and now he’s going to be both worried and mad at me ! I fucked up real bad, there’s no way I can fix it !” “Well he’s going to be a father, I hope he has the right priorities and will be more concerned about that than the fact you hid the truth from him.” Nikki’s hand was on your shoulder, rubbing it to comfort you. She’d sometimes hug you, making you cry even more. She ws such a sweetheart, but you knew deep down she was mad at you too.
“He’s so tired Nikki, I swear there’s no way I can do well. He’s all grumpy these days.”
“Anyways I’m here for you honey, if you need anything just ask. Thanks for carrying my grandchild, Y/N.” You nodded, and soon she left.
It didn’t take long before your phone started vibrating again. You were in your bed, wrapped around your sheets, crying to death, but you managed to grab your phone. Without any surprise, it was Tom. You picked up the phone, shaking. Did he know ?
“Hey babe.” His voice seemed a little bith harsh than usual. Something was totally going up in his mind. “Is this for real ?” Your heartbeat suddenly stopped. “Are you really pregnant ?” He insisted on the last word, you could tell he was mad, and you figured he was creasing his nose while talking to you, trying not to explode.
“Tom.. Tom please listen I-”
“Listen to what, Y/N ?!” He cut you, understanding the rumor was true. “You lying to me again ? It’s not the first time you hide such important things from me ! Haven’t I told you to stop already ? I’m concerned ! I’m so fucking concerned, but it always looks like you put me off the important stuff when I’m away.”
It was hard to hear him say those things to you, acting like you didn’t care about his opinion or like he wasn’t anything to you. “Tom, darling…” Your voice was as shaking as your hands. You were so scared, scared of him being too mad he’d leave you. “I just wanted you to stay focus on your job…”
“And I wished I could have been here for my fucking baby ! Now tell me who knew.” Strict, he was so strict. You could tell your behaviour touched him deeply, his heart was broken because of you, because of your choices. Were you a bad person ?
“No one. It was only about me, Tom please, honey, don’t be mad at me. Please I wanted to tell you myself, I didn’t want it to happen this way.” Begging was the only think you could do now.
“I can’t believe you hid it from me, Y/N ! You lied to me, you could have told me so many times but you prefered lying, again and again ! Seriously, Y/N, fuck you, you really ruined it all this time !”
You whined. What did he mean by that ? Was he leaving you ? You wouldn’t be surprised if so, you felt like all you deserved was to be left. “Thomas, I’m sorry, I’m sorry !” You couldn’t just let him go after that. “I’ll make it up to you, please my love, please, I’ll take the next plane si we can meet !”
There was silence before Tom talked again. “I don’t want to see you right now.” Then he suddenly hanged up.
also a huge thank you goes out to @nycspidey for editing my work and putting up with me ily emily!!
i sat in my room, hugging my legs close to my chest. though i wore a big, fluffy sweater and a pair of comfy shorts i felt anxious, scared.
i could hear harrison and tom in the other room. no one thought about interrupting, i could hear harrison pacing from a mile away and tom trying to reason with him.
i thought back to the events that took place earlier this evening. tom was flirting with me all night, according to zendaya and laura. harrison had to have seen it coming, i should have seen it coming. when we were alone in the pool together, i didn’t feel uncomfortable. i felt safe, like i belonged in toms arms.
“tom you don’t get it!” i could hear harrison shouting in the other room. since harrison was angrier, i could hear his voice more clearly than i could hear toms.
“haz, please. stop yelling and just explain what i don’t get” toms voice was muffled as he tried to act calm and collected.
i could picture harrison perfectly: pacing back and forth across the hardwood floor, his hair mussed from running his hands through it.
“tom that’s my little sister. i just want the best for her” harrison sounded defeated. my heart ached hearing him like that, when he was so vulnerable. i knew he didn’t like the idea of his little sister and his best friend having feelings for eachother, i would hate it too. but it’s what i wanted, and it’s something he would just have to get used to.
i made a slightly reckless decision to try and get closer. i practically tiptoed out of the room as haz’s voice quieted to a more civil tone.
Hi! I would like to request a prompt where Jumin's biological mother comes back to see him after he becomes the head of C&R. It's up to you how it gonna turn out, whether it is angsty or not. Thank u!! :")
I meant for this to be angst but I’m a fOOL ᕦ( ఠ్ఠ _ ఠ్ఠ ˇ)ᕤ
Anyhow, I’d be happy to do this thank you and have a terrific day sweetheart! Enjoy!
Mr. Han had passed.
They may as well have said his heart had broken.
A combination of the stress and pressure they had told you.
Started by the grief by one failed relationship after another.
Only so much could be done.
Until it inevitably ended.
Jumin had stayed by his father’s side during his last few days, assuring him he’d be fine, even updating him on the C & R’s status, as if he’d be heading to work the very next day.
But as his heartbeat flattened, Jumin didn’t speak, his eyes wide with a sort of horror and fear you had never seen before.
He hadn’t even realized he was crying as the sound of his father’s heartbeat stopped, staring miserably at Mr. Han, his brow furrowed and jaw gaping.
Yet no words came out.
He was speechless.
But as you wrapped your arms around him, he crumbled.
But despite everything, he was silent.
He had stayed that way almost the entire night only speaking as you drew yourself away for a moment if only to get a blanket, seeing him tremble.
He had ribboned his fingers with your own, holding you back, his gaze turning to face you, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t,” He hummed. “Don’t leave, please.”
You gave in the moment he spoke, curling up beside him, feeling his arms entwining around you, holding onto you as though you might fade away with the next breeze.
You never did.
Yet as time went on, the pain almost did.
Until someone arrived.
Jumin had taken his father’s place as the head of the C & R company, always calling you throughout the day, always a hint of concern in his words before he’d hear you.
As if you’d be gone too.
Yet this day, you were planning to surprise him, a small gift held in your grip as you knocked on the office door, excitement brimming inside of you.
He opened it to meet you, an almost instinctual smile tugging at his lips as he saw you, chuckling lightly.
“Darling!” He pressed a fond kiss to your head, ushering you inside of his office. “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to bring you something!” You grinned, handing him the small gift. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this dessert and I finally-”
You twisted to the door confusedly. “I thought this was your break?”
“It is…” He frowned, stepped forward. “I’m sure it’s just Jahee with some forms I wasn’t given.”
But as it unveiled who was on the other side, it was clear it was no mistake.
You hadn’t seen her before, but you knew the moment your husband’s face dropped.
Jumin had told you about her during quiet nights, an unmistakable gloom casting over himself as he retold the tales.
“She drained my family of almost everything we had,” He would confess, a cloudy glint in his eyes. “She’d spend every drop of money we had with us on shopping sprees. She nearly left us bankrupt, threatened us to lose our home, everything we had. You…You should’ve seen my father MC every night he’d break down, and each day they’d fight for what felt like hours. She didn’t even care MC…she just let our family rot.”
As he would continue he’d struggle to come up with the words, shaking from the frustration.
“If my father hadn’t left her…we would’ve fallen apart…but my dad he still did.” He sighed. “He kept searching for the happiness he never found with her.”
And now she was back.
And poison was wound in her every move.
She gave him a honeyed smirk, dipping her head politely.
“Jumin! It’s been far too long hasn’t it?”
“…What…What’re you doing here?” He muttered, quiet and petrified.
“What do you think I’m doing here honey? I’m here to congratulate the new boss!” She laughed meekly, allowing herself in. “I haven’t seen you in so long, you didn’t even invite me to the funeral…”
“Only family was invited.” He growled. “People who cared about my father.”
“I don’t appreciate the accusation-” She noticed you, her gaze the size of saucers as she saw you, gasping. “Who is this? Is this the famous MC I keep hearing about?”
She reached out to shake your hand, only held back as Jumin stepped between of you, scowling.
“Don’t touch them.”
“Where are your manners Jumin?” She scoffed. “I simply want to introduce myself to them!”
“I-um…I’ve already heard of you before Ms. Myung. No introductions needed!” You laughed sheepishly, Jumin’s arm snaking around your waist protectively.
“Well…” She huffed, glaring at Jumin, curly locks of sooty hair twirling about her ears. “I suppose it’s good that at least one of you is decent enough to show some manners.”
“Not that you deserve it.”
“How can you speak to me that way?”
“You think you deserve any sort of respect?”
“How else do you talk to your mother?”
“You’re not supposed to nearly tear apart your family either, but you had a rather fun time doing that as well,” He shot daggers at her, glowering. “you’re in no position to be upset.”
He jeered. “Why’re you even here?”
“I came here to discuss our policy,” She huffed, snatching out a stack of papers. “Since your father is gone I wanted to ensure there wouldn’t be any changes to the current agreement.”
“Of course you did.” He shook his head. “Your business is worthless in comparison to our other partners though, C & R gains nothing from keeping you with us. And that’s with an objective point of view.”
“You can’t just tear me out of this.” She threatened. “I’ve been a part of this business for too long!”
“And for most of that time, you were tearing that apart!” He remarked. “It shouldn’t even matter to you regardless, you still hold rights to your business, simply sell yourself off to someone else, since you’re so confident in your importance.”
She weakened for a moment, attempting to grab onto his arm, her son jerking away, almost repulsed somehow.
“You can’t do this to me me…I’m your mother…I-I raised you.”
He winced, hesitating if only for a second.
“My father raised me, you are a woman who used him for his wealth,” He stared down at her, utterly towering. “I will not make the same mistake.”
“If you talk to me that, I can only the poor treatment you put MC through.”
You could hardly believe your ears, nearly choking on air as you switched to her, sneering.
“Unlike you, I married my husband because I love him!” You proclaimed. “I love him more than anything! I don’t love his money, his big house, or any sort of wealth he has! I love him because he’s him!”
You thought of his delicate, tender laughter, his ridiculous puns he’d murmur to you throughout the day, his enjoyment of stories, and even the simple light in his eyes that would grow as he’d look at you, as though you hung the very stars.
Yet more than anything you thought of his pure desire to make you happy.
You even saw it then, keeping you close, trying to hide away the anger seeping from him.
But as he looked at you, he melted.
And your heart swelled with warmth.
“He has never hurt me,” You proudly declared, “and I’m not going to let you hurt him.”
She was baffled, jaw agape, trying to come up with something, anything to say.
But Jumin got to it first.
“If you’d rather had a more grand exit, I’d be more than happy to call security, otherwise, go.”
She began sentences as she balled her hands into fists, finding herself backed into a corner.
The only option was, to leave.
And she did.
She readjusted the colors of her jacket, puffing out her chest with some sort of faux pride before storming off, an odd sort of melancholic regret plastered onto her before the door shut.
And for a moment there was silence.
And it sank in.
“Thank you…” He muttered, his head turned to the door, a cloudy fog in his eyes. “I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of her honestly.”
“I don’t think I could’ve either…”
“But um…may I ask you something?”
“Did you…did you really mean what you said-before-I mean.”
You raised your hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you, your fingertips lacing within his messy strands.
“Of course I did,” You spoke quietly, earnestly. “I meant every word Jumin.”
You pressed a kiss to his nose, smiling.
“I love you for you, nothing could ever change that,” You continued, your heart swelling. “Nothing will ever change that.”
He laughed beneath his breath, almost in disbelief, pulling you close to him.
“Thank you, darling,, I…I just…”
“I can’t even put into words how much I love you.”
Warning: Smut, Attempted Sexual Assault, Protective Crowley, Slight Daddy!Kink
I was sat in front of the elegant vanity Crowley had gotten me years ago.
“You’re sure you can’t come tonight?” I asked him softly, turning to meet his eyes as I put one of my earrings on.
“I’m sorry, my darling, Hell is a busy place. I’ll be right here when you get back. Have fun, love.” He said softly, placing his calloused hands on my shoulders and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek before snapping his fingers and transporting me to the club.
It's been to long, hun. <3 I was wondering if you would write a modern sonamy fic based on the song "If I Could Tell Her" from Dear Evan Hansen because this song literally makes me cry when I hear it. It's not perfectly canon but gosh it's a beautiful song
For those who don’t know, Nikki was in the Sonic comics wwwayyy back in the old days! He would be pretty pathetic… but then, when wishing to be strong, he turned into-! DA-DA-AAH! Sonic The Hedgehog! The hero and everything! Amy was dating Nikki, but she secretly also had a crush on Sonic.
So, Nikki IS Sonic! :D It’s a ‘split personality’ that Nikki is unaware of.
But because you want Modern, I thought of a great twist! What if Modern Sonic puts on glasses and wears one of Tails’s old sweatshirts? Amy runs into him and thinks she’s made a mistake! I think this’ll go nicely together :)
I hope this ‘twist’ will be better than what you wanted! :D When I heard the song, it was the first thing I could think of! If not, I’ll happily rewrite it more to your preferences :)
Sonic, after feeling Amy bump into him, at first wanted to act his usual way. He was wearing this type of ‘disguise’ mostly to go unnoticed without getting stopped by spectators wanting an autograph or other crazy fan girls chasing after him on what should have been his leisurely stroll around the place.
Lots of buildings had been taken down and remastered into beautiful new locations for tourist attractions and the like! Sonic had to get in on it! But with all the people… especially people only used to seeing him on the news, he wanted to avoid publicity.
Taking Tails’s old sweatshirt and getting fake glasses, he tried to blend in as a tourist or civilian.
Amy was gonna blow his whole cover!
He shied away and tried to wave his hand down, about to tell her to quiet down before she pulled back, and looked embarrassed.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! You just reminded me of someone else!” she patted his back which launched him a bit forward. Stumbling, he was suddenly reminded as he flailed his arms about that this was similar to his encounter with her when he was a big, hairy beast.
But there was no excuse for this other than the Superman disguise effect…
Sonic looked up, balancing himself from the impact of her hand’s force upon his back and center of gravity.
It was all in the glasses this time.
That, or Amy really needed a pair of her own.
Feeling a bit offended at first that even now she couldn’t tell it was him, he folded his arms and tapped his foot, hearing her spout out her apologies as if rehearsed for moments like this; and especially play the cute card.
“I’m really sorry about that!” She closed her eyes and scratched the back of her head slightly, sticking her tongue out before giving him a closer look, putting a finger to her mouth…
“But you really did look an awful lot like…”
He leaned forward, smiling. He figured she may just need a second look.
She blinked a few times, before grinning nervously and turning away, putting a hand up in a fist by her face. “Nah, it was just my honest mistake.”
Pulling back, he put his hands on his hips.
“Still! You could pull of Sonic The Hedgehog if you lose those glasses and tacky clothes.” she tugged on his sweater, looking over it as he flinched back.
Sweat dropping, he silently thought of how Amy could kinda tell it was him, but couldn’t put two and two together… so it seemed.
He sighed, and smiled, thinking he could have fun with this, he gestured a hand out and continued the conversation; acting completely innocent to the reality around him.
“It’s okay, miss. And you’re name is..?”
“Amy!” she happily piped up, and he realized she totally fell for it. Even after hearing his ‘softer’ voice, she couldn’t tell it was him. “Amy Rose!”
He decided to act like a shyer boy, hoping to throw her off even more as he leaned forward and put his hands behind his back.
“Not THE Amy Rose?” He innocently leaned back, as if surprised.
“O-oh… you… you haven’t heard of me, have you?” She blushed, and covered her face, swaying back and forth. “I didn’t realize I was so popular!”
“Oh, of course! I know all about you!” Sonic continued to act it up, pleased by her reactions. “They say you’re the cutest girl in Sonic’s team.” he winked.
“Ahhh~ The press can be so darling~!” she chimed, getting more animated before fluttering her eyes to him and placing a hand out in front of him. “And you are?”
“M-me..? Uhh..” his glasses slopped a minute, symbolically showing his disguise slightly loosen a little, before he pushed them back up and smiled back down to her. “I’m … Nikki! Nikki The Hedgehog.”
“Ah! I knew you were a hedgehog!” Amy pointed, and grinned as the two shared a rather precious moment, before Amy continued on, thumping her chest. “Well! I mustn’t falter in finding my precious Sonic! Hope you enjoy the sights, Nikki!” she waved to rush off, but Sonic wasn’t done with her just yet…
“H-hang on!” he called out, holding his arms out as she turned around, curious as to why he had stopped her from leaving.
“Is something wrong?” She looked over her shoulder. “You lost or need directions or something?”
“More like something.” he continued to play the sweet boy and looked shyly modest and humble as he ducked his head down a minute.
“The truth is… I once met Sonic.”
The evening was spent with Sonic (Nikki) walking around and exploring the sights with Amy, keeping up his disguise. He liked how she didn’t fawn so much over him when he was Nikki, and rather enjoyed her ‘normal’ company, which he didn’t see so often.
He didn’t pull any moves or anything, but there were moments where he would look over her shoulder, and smile, thinking her calmer self more desirable than the Amy he always encountered as himself.
They ended up getting ice cream, “My treat!” Sonic winked, thumbs up’ing in his signature way which almost blew his cover as his glasses slipped again when she stared at him suspiciously.
She shrugged it off though, to his relief.
“You sure do act like him, how long did you say he stayed with you on your farm with your grandpa before taking off after saving you from the fire started by Eggman?”
He had dug a pretty deep hole of a backstory… so he realized.
Sweat dropping again at having forgotten his fake story of how he met himself, he sat down by a bench near her as she accompanied him; giggling and grinning the whole way as she happily ate her ice cream.
Her little but frequent licks made him raise an eyebrow but think it rather humorous. She would never eat that way in front of him. To her, it was too messy and unlady-like around her one true love!
He kinda mocked at that. Liking her more when she ate naturally, and without restraint.
“Oh, that’s right. I think he stayed till his feet were cooled down from all the running.” He looked away, faking remembering, before he got a wicked idea pop into his head.
“Hey… I think I just remembered.” He looked forward then.
“W-what?” Amy looked concerned, as he looked away, trying to avoid her curiosity but secretly feeding it.
“I-It’s nothing… he might not want me to tell you about it..” he closed his eyes and folded his arms, “Hmm..”
“T-tell me! Tell me, tell me, tell me! Was it about me?!” Amy tugged back and forth on him, making him laugh internally while pretending to be startled on the outside.
He weakly smiled up at her after she stopped shaking him. “I-It was about you… yes.”
“W-what did he say… Sonic talking about me?! Eeep!” she let him go, totally in shock, before looking forward and then covering her face, blushing and squee’ing as she rocked side to side.
Sonic looked over his shoulder, smirking wickedly, before looking back to her as kind as any manipulator in a golden opportunity to prank his friend could be.
“He said you’re rather pushy.”
Her whole face flinched into white.
A single leaf rolled by in the wind, before she shook him again. “That’s not funny! Tell me the truth!”
“Wha-ah-ah! Okay, okay! But you have to promise not to tell!” he squinted his eyes, before thinking that was enough and he should probably say something kinder to her.
“He… He said…” before he could think of another comeback, he suddenly noticed her eyes slopping down and the genuine concern in them.
He realized his error was more than a few simple nice words could fix, and sweat dropped a moment as he thought more sincerely about what to retort back with.
He saw her eyes sparkle with hope, her mouth slightly open, the anticipation of something kind from her hero’s lips made him realize this had to be something that would last with her…
Or screw her up.
“Ehem.” Actually growing truly shy, Sonic looked away, a faint pink on his cheek as he put his hand over his mouth, lifting a leg stylishly up on his knee, something he would naturally do, but his character, Nikki, wouldn’t.
“He thought you were… Awesome.”
“..He thought I was awesome? Sonic?” Amy rose an eyebrow, before scoffing.
“Definitely!” Sonic turned back to her, growing in confidence a bit with the help of the disguise…
“How!” Amy leaned forward, pouting demandedly as she was fully paying attention to his next little ‘story’.
“Well…” Sonic rolled his eyes to the side, now getting kinda awkward and nervous.
“…He said… There’s nothing like your smile. Like sunshine you could feel.”
“Really?” she pulled back, amazed.
This reaction gave Sonic even more confidence, though he was still leaning back away from her.
He looked away, thinking again.
“He said… you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.”
“..Like sunshine?” She cutely tilted her head.
All of a sudden, Sonic’s eyes dropped slightly and he leaned up, becoming more straight-backed and speaking even softer.
“And he noticed… when you get bored,… you puff up a corner of your cheek. It’s so discreet. But really sweet.”
“He said that? Honestly?”
“He said you still read those silly stories. Trying to get ideas on how to make your own, a real, reality.”
He suddenly smiled, moving more towards her.
“But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw, he left unsaid. And though he wanted too. He couldn’t talk to you. He couldn’t find a way… but he would always say…”
He leaned more forward.
“If I could tell her.. exactly what she meant to me. If I could tell her… that the way she laughs, it always gets to me. But you’re ideas of love were worlds apart. But he always wanted to tell you… just how… um. I don’t remember.” He suddenly grew nervous about being so ‘honest’ in his lying and nervously put his hand to his chin, looking away and kicking his leg back up, trying to dodge the conversation any further.
“Did he say he anything else?” Amy was completely infatuated with his words… as she placed a gentle, but pleading hand for him to continue on his knee.
The sensation shot him off in a quick comment, not even thinking about it, just impulse.
“Anything else? Well, of course he did! He said so many things I’m just trying to remember the best ones…” he shrugged, again, his smile turning more sheepish but realer by the second…
“He thought… you looked really pretty-ER.. Cool! When you mastered how to swing that hammer of yours!” He kept swishing his arms around, pretending to hold her hammer and swing it around.
She giggled, “He really did?”
“Oh, of course! And he… wondered how you learned to be so graceful on the battlefield!”
“Sonic..” she looked down, holding a closed-hand to her heart, looking deeply touched. “But he thinks our idea of love is two world’s apart?”
He seemed to be lost in how adorable and touched she looked… If only he could…
“But what can you do… when there seems like such a great divide… Between what you want and what would be… or seem… too… much.”
“He just seems so far away…” Amy looked away, slightly arching her back and bringing her knees closer to her sides, her legs wrapped a little over the other in a lady-like manner, as if she was withdrawing herself in insecurities for a moment. “I never knew he felt that way…”
How did he even begin to tell her?
“And what could he do when the distance seemed so wide?” he moved closer.
“How could he say he….” he stopped himself a moment, his eyes widening.
(AU moment. If this was true canon, he would turn away here and I’d end it… but since we’re going off a song that isn’t ‘perfectly’ canon anyway~ >wn>)
“I love you.”
“Huh?” she turned back to him.
“…I love you…” he suddenly seemed to be realizing it himself. A huge open smile coming on his face.
“I love you!”
“W-woah! N-Nikki…” she got up, holding her hands out, “I.. I should go.” She lowered her eyes and scanned the ground, before taking off.
“W-wait-!” he held out his hand before twitching and stopping himself.
He pulled it back, shaking his head and gripping it.
“..Don’t be stupid… Just stop yourself now, Sonic.” he sat back down fully upon the bench, staring at the ground as he slowly…
“But we’re a million worlds apart.. I don’t even know where to start… If I could…
………………………………………… Tell her.”
He took off the glasses and placed his hand on his eyes.
(Hope you enjoyed it! :D The song is gorgeous, haha!)
Request: “I love your Newt
smut. It uh relaxes me tbh. Can I request one where like, the reader teases
Newt to the point of Newt entering Beast mode and like yeah. Love your
writing.” + “Boiii do I gotta request
for u, ohmygod okay so lk I don’t know much about sex toys and when they were
invented, but imagine how Newt would react upon you asking him to use them on
you during the sex???? Like boi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) can you pls do a fic on this?? I would be most grateful <3 bless”
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader
Word Count: 1500
Warnings: SmuT of course!
A/n: sorry that this is a lot shorter than I hoped it would be! but u know me, I have a lot more Newt smut to write! ;^)
“I have a surprise for you.” You
skipped as your rounded the corner to your apartment.
“Hm? And what’s this surprise?” Newt
asked, raising his brow in a certain amused fashion.
“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a
surprise, would it?” You giggled. The tall, freckled man wrapped his arms
around your waist, spinning you with an excited chuckle.
He let you go, but the motion of the
twirl had left the snowflakes around you zooming around in a slight whirlwind,
one landing on Newt’s nose. You grabbed his hand with your gloved one and
continued to the door of the apartment block.
“I’ll give you a hint.” You turned to
him as he fetched the key from his pocket. “It’ll be sure to warm us both up.”
“Good. I’ll need something to unfreeze
my bones.” He said, frowning as his hands continued to pat his pockets. You
groaned, pulling out your own wand and chanting a quick “Alohomora”.
“How many times has it been now? 3 just
this week?” You sighed. Newt shrugged.
“I bet the Niffler has gotten his
grimy paws on it again.” He replied.
You both continued up the stairs to
your shared apartment, smiling wildly as the anticipation spurred inside of
you. Once you got inside, Newt was quick to discard his coat and scarf, pulling
you into a tight embrace so he could lay a warm kiss on your cheek.
“Time for the surprise?” He asked, his
eyes lit up eagerly.
“Go wait in the bedroom.” You smiled,
and he beamed back at you, turning to head towards the bedroom.
Summary: the reader sends Crowley off to
find someone else to sleep with while she’s busy being sick. Only then Crowley
realises the woman he considers his girlfriend has a totally wrong idea of what
kind of relationship they’re having.
(A/n: I was sick a couple of weeks ago and I
got the very strong need for fluffy reassurance || Maybe I should have edited
this some more, the fluff still feels halting, but I’m too tired right now.)
you free right now?”
your day been?”
right now. Sorry.”
There was a
sudden noise in your bed room and despite everything your hunter instinct
kicked in. In a heartbeat you had the gun you hid close, even while sleeping in
the bunker, unclicked and pinned on the silhouette. Your room had been dark, so
it was hard to make something out especially in your just woken up state.
🌹I wrote my first Sirius Black fic omg. I don’t think anyone will read this or the story, so idk why I write this part of the post but if you read this, please let me know somehow if you liked my writing, ugh I’m talking a lot.
Summary: It’s your birthday today and you notice that everyone forget about you, even your best friend Sirius doesn’t talk to you. You get sad and run away to the Forbidden Forest where later someone finds you and explains everything.
You woke up in the morning when you heard a strange rumble. It was your stomach. You haven’t had dinner yesterday because of the Potions essay that you had to write. Your professor got angry with the class at the last lesson yesterday when nobody listened to him, so he decided to take revenge and give the hardest homework ever.
It wasn’t the first thing what you wanted to do on your birthay since it took until 1 AM to finish your essay.
Fortunately, now you have nothing to do than have a huge breakfast and enjoy your Saturday with your friends, Lily and the Marauders. But when you looked for your roommates there was nobody, Lily and the rest of the girls were gone.
“They already having breakfast.” – you calmed yourself and after get dressed you went to the Great Hall.
Your friends were at the Gryffindor’s table sitting next to each other, but something was wrong. Nobody looked at you just for one second. After that everyone continued their conversations, James was flirting with Lily as always, Remus and Sirius had an important discussion about the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and Peter quickly started to reading The Daily Prophet.
“Uhm… Good morning!” – you said with a confused look.
They hummed something like “Hi” or “G’morning”, but still didn’t look at you. After you decised to don’t care about their strange behaviour, you set down next to Peter and started eating. Few minutes later Lily and the four boys left you alone.
Did I do something bad? – you asked yourself but couldn’t remember anything wrong what you could do. Remus, Lily and you helped the rest of the Marauders yesterday with the Potions homework and after they finished it, everyone said “Good night!” to you and you stayed alone in the Gryffindor’s common room to finish your own essay.
You were upset and there was nothing what could cheer you up. You grabbed you favourite book and three packs of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans flavours and you went to your secret place in the Forbidden Forest that nobody knew except Sirius. You always went there if you wanted to be alone or together.
You were having a crush on Sirius since your 1st year in Hogwarts but you were too nerveless to told him your feelings. You became best friends and it was enough for you even it broke your heart that you couldn’t have more. You were always together and had fun even during classes. Once you turned Argus Filch’s cat Mrs. Norris purple which made everyone laugh except Filch. He told Professor McGonagall it was “the black haired prankster and the bookworm girl”, but there wasn’t any proof for judge you two.
Every time when Sirius flirted with another girls or had a date, you were extremely sad and couldn’t help but cried in your bed at night. Lily was the only one who knew your feelings and tried to comfort you.
But neither Lily or Sirius was there for you this time so you were left alone with all the sadness what you could have on your birthday. You have been in the Forbidden Forest for 3 hours when you heard a familiar voice near your location.
“(Y/N)” – Sirius shouted when he found you sitting on a tree. – “We have looked for you everywhere!” – he had a worried smile on his face.
“Well, it is not that interest in me that I got in the Great Hall during breakfast.” – you said with scorn in your voice.
“Yes, I know, it was a douche thing from us. But if you go with me, we will explain everything.”
You let a sign, jumped from the tree and followed your best friend. You didn’t talk to each other on the way back to the castle. The only thing what Sirius said was the password in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait.
“Explosive candle.” – Sirius said and the Fat Lady opened the portrait. – “After you!” – he let you enter the common room first.
The room was full of with Gryffindors including your closest friends, Lily, James, Remus and Peter. They were all smiling at you and started to singing the “Happy Birthday!” song. Your heart filled with happiness and you started to cry.
“I thought… I thought you were mad at me…” – you said after you wiped a tear on your face.
“How can we mad at you on your birthday?” – Lily laughed and hugged you. – Happy birthday, (Y/N)!”
“Thank you so much!” – you smiled back.
You had an amazing afternoon. Everyone was celebrating you and did everything to make your mood better. Remus apoligised you “just” twenty times for didn’t take you into consideration even if you told him the first time it’s okay and you don’t mad at him. James and Lily started a little fight which included that James ruffled her hair and Lily hit his shoulder weakly – everyone laughed on them because they know that James and Lily liked each other and they showed their feelings in that weird way like children do. And Peter and another Gryffindors started racing about who can eat more pieces of your gigantic birthday cake.
When the party was over and everyone went back to their rooms, you smiled at the boys and wanted to say good night when Sirius looked at you with a nervous smile.
“(Y/N), can we talk, please?” – he asked you. His body language was different while he walked in front of you and you saw that his hands were shaking.
“Uhm, yeah, of course.” – you answered and saw that Remus gave a slap on Sirius’ back and smiled at him.
“Get her, padfoot!” – James whispered and they left you alone.
“Get her what?” – you didn’t understand anything. What does Sirius want to get?
“Uhm…” – he started diplomatically. – “I…So… What I wanted to say…”
“Yes, go on, Sirius.” – you couldn’t help but laughed on him. – Cat got your tong…”
But before you could finish your sentence, Sirius cupped your face in his hands, pulled you close and pushed his lips againts yours. It took you a few seconds to realise what is just happened. Sirius kissed you! Like hell he did!
“I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N)” – he said gently when you two ended the kiss.
“I think I’m in love with you too, Sirius.” – you smiled at him still surprised but happier than you ever was.
You heard Lily’s “ooohh” and the boys’ “whoo” from the background but you didn’t care about them just laughed.
Sirius looked deeply into your eyes:
“Happy birthday, darling.”
He pressed his lips againts yours with more passion and love, and this time you kissed him back.
Shortly after the wedding, you finally agree to an interview.
Word Count: 836
I haven’t got much to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a fantastic day! Thank you!
“You don’t have to do this you know,” Jumin hummed as you adjusted your clothes hurriedly. “I know they’ve been bothering you a lot but-”
You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, giving a small smile. “I agreed to do this. I’ll just tell the truth.”
The reporter waited excitedly outside Jumin’s office, surely numerous cameras and such surrounding them.
“Are you sure? I don’t want your words to get twisted or anything. I know how rough the press can be sometimes darling.”
“I’m okay with this, really.” You chuckled. “I’ll end it if it gets out of hand. I promise.”
“Alright,” Your husband sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I suppose we should let them in.”
You nodded, walking to the door, opening it to reveal the reporter.
His eyes lit up at the sight of the two of you, sloppily attempting to fix his messy auburn hair as he rushed forward to greet you.
“Hi! My name is Yeong Yi. It’s a pleasure to meet you both!”
The two of you shook his hand, his fingertips clamping onto yours like a steel trap.
“My editor nearly lost it when he heard we were going to be interviewing you two! You’re pretty popular right now, you know.”
Jumin frowned slightly, folding his lips.
It had been hard not to notice it, people crowding you both nearly the moment you stepped outside.
“Yes well, that’s very flattering. Thank you.”
“No, no. Thank you! This is going to get me major credit!” He shrugged, ushering you both to sit down. “Anyways let’s get to the questions!”
You nodded, Jumin sitting beside you without a word, entwining your hand with his.
“So…how did you guys meet?”
You glanced to Jumin, thinking of how to phrase it.
“It was…purely accidental. We just ran into each other’s lives and never really wanted to leave I guess!”
“Some are surprised…I heard it was a pretty complicated situation at first.”
“My father wanted an arranged marriage to appeal to his partner at the time. I did not,” Your husband stated. “looking back now I’m especially glad of these events. It led me to find something far better.”
“And what’s that?”
He gave your hand a squeeze, running a tender thumb over your knuckles.
“The love of my life.”
Yeong nodded, glancing at you. “What did you think of all the events?”
“They were…surprising,” You laughed softly as memories flooded through your head, seemingly ages ago. “I wasn’t expecting it. But I’m glad it happened. I found joy.”
“How would you describe your first encounter with each other?”
“A bit…tense.” You snickered. “But we warmed up to each other quickly.”
“Think of connecting puzzle pieces,” Jumin answered, earnest drenched in his words. “I had always felt as thought I was missing something, never had I felt legitimately complete.”
He sighed softly, grinning warmly towards you. “But then when MC came into my life, it came together.” He let out a small breath of disbelief. “I feel, complete knowing they’re by my side.”
“While I will admit that my life was full of wealth and comfort, to assume that jus because I am wealthy my life hasn’t had any difficulties is absurd.”
“How would you describe your life?” Yeong raised a curious brow, leaning forward.
“Lonely and cold,” He replied with certainty. “Only when MC entered my life did I ever know what it was like to step into the sun.”
“What do you mean?”
“When MC came into my life I felt like I was truly understood. For the first time in years I smiled, and I laughed. I felt like a genuine person. I feel true happiness.”
He peered close to you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Everyday I’m more amazed that I’ve been gifted with them in my life.”
You curled your fingers through his hair, beaming. “I would ask the very same thing about you.”
Yeong stood up, grinning in a content manner. “I think I’ve gotten all I need,” He gave you both one last handshake, much lighter than before. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” You waved goodbye as he left. “Have a lovely day.”
And as the door shut Jumin stood up and pulled you into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck.
“Thank you for staying darling,” He cooed, holding you as if you were lighter than a feather. “Thank you so much.”
“I wouldn’t change it for the world.” You assured him, staring upwards. “I promise.”
And you both knew without a doubt that your words were true.
potential DA:O and DA:I spoilers below. Read at your own risk.
Zevran: I have noticed that you have been staring at me for quite some time my friend. Truly this is a face to be marveled at! But you did not strike me as the type.
Cole: I don’t understand… you smile and laugh, but you aren’t happy.
Zevran: … Ah, I see. It will be alright.
Cole: I don’t know how to help.
Zevran: What is on your mind, my friend?
Cole: She looks at me with fire in her eyes and opens her dress. Soft skin, soft hair. Warm and present. Real and relief and riveting. This is real. This is real. Silver and blood. Blinding, bared, blasted. It’s what I’m good at… Why did you sleep with her if you were going to kill her?
Zevran: Ah. Perhaps I will tell you when you are older.
if Varric is in the party
Varric: And here I thought we couldn’t get any more messed up.
if Cassandra is in the party.
Cassandra: (disgusted noise)
if Iron Bull is in the party
Iron Bull: I’m not having that conversation.
Cole: Zevran. What is ‘the bird and the bee’?
Zevran: Ah! Well, you see, when a man and a woman – or a man and a man, or a woman and a woman – or any two discerning parties really –
if Varric is in the party
Varric: Slow down, Tweety! You’re just gonna confuse the kid.
if Solas is in the party
Solas: Do not.
Inquisitor: We are not having this conversation right now.
Zevran: (sighs) Well my friend, I did try.
Cole: I like bees. But they don’t like jars…
Zevran: You are not like the Qunari I have known in the past.
Iron Bull: It’s because I’m bigger, right? Look at these muscles. This rippling physique.
Zevran: (laughs) Oh trust me, my friend, I am.
Iron Bull: You were one of the Crow’s?
Zevran: It has been some time, my friend, but yes. I would say they treated me well, alas, it’s come to my attention that lying is a sin thanks to our dear Cassandra. Why so interested?
Iron Bull: The Ben-Hassrath could know more about the Crows.
Zevran: Well I haven’t given then a reason to be angry in a while – if, that is, they ever stopped. Ask all you like!
Iron Bull: Zevran.
Zevran: You seem upset my horny friend. What troubles you?
Iron Bull: That last battle. When I had three of those ‘vints lined up.
Zevran: Ah, yes! Thank you. That made it much easier to kill them.
Iron Bull: (grunts) Stop stealing my kills. What is it with you rogues?
Zevran: Viv, my dear –
Vivienne: It is Madame De Fer. Not ‘Viv’ or any other nickname you might find yourself tempted to bestow.
Zevran: Ah, well, in that case please do call me ‘Zev’. At least one of us must ignore all propriety if you and I are to get to know one another better.
Vivienne: I know you as well as I care to, darling. Don’t press your luck.
Zevran: My dear Madame De Fer, you must tell me your secret.
Vivienne: (sighs) Whatever do you mean?
Zevran: Why, how you drive men wild with just a glare. It’s truly fascinating.
Vivienne: It’s a natural talent.
Zevran: One you wield like an elegant blade. Truly, it is to be admired.
Vivienne: Keep trying, dear.
Vivienne: Am I to take it you… like your hair like that, darling?
Zevran: Who, me? I was starting to think I could use a change, actually. What would you recommend me, Dear Madame De Fer?
Vivienne: A trim at the very least. You’ve let yourself go.
Zevran: (sighs) A sad day for many across Thedas, I’m sure. They shall have to take down the warnings they have of me at the borders! For shame, Zevran.
hi! so they say “kill your darlings”. I was wondering if you have a solution to “all characters are my darlings and I can’t seem to make them do anything wrong or even bad”? somehow even my antagonist turned out nice, and not even in a creepy way :(
In this often misinterpreted bit of writing advice, “darlings” does not refer to characters but to extraneous things in the story. According to Slate, the earliest origin of this quote is from a writer named Arthur Quiller-Couch, who in a 1914 treatise on writing said:
“Whenever you feel an impulse to perpetrate a piece of exceptionally fine writing, obey it—whole-heartedly—and delete it before sending your manuscript to press. Murder your darlings.”
In other words, if you find yourself off on a wordy but beautiful tangent, go ahead and write it out, but then get rid of it. Why? Because wordy tangents are like experimenting on a canvas. The end result might be terrible but it’s allowing you to practice your skills, play with new techniques, and potentially discover elements that can be used later on.
“Kill your darlings” has evolved over the years to refer to getting rid of anything extraneous, no matter how much you love it. This can sometimes mean getting rid of unnecessary characters, but it should never be taken to mean that you have to kill characters for the sake of killing them, or make them do things that are wrong or bad just for the sake of drama.
Having said that, I totally get the pickle you’re in. As writers, all of our characters tend to be our “darlings,” even the ones that are supposed to be horrible. That often makes it difficult to do things demanded by the story. When this happens, there are a few things to consider:
1) If the character has changed from what you originally planned, like your villain who turned out not to be a villain, consider whether or not this change might actually work better for the story. Maybe this is an opportunity to write about a villain gone good, or to have a newer, more evil villain emerge. Sometimes, when our characters and plots take unexpected turns, that’s a little auto-pilot inside your head saying, “This will work a lot better.” It’s like a little Jiminy Cricket on our shoulders trying to guide us to a better story.
2) Part of being a writer, though, is learning to understand and do what’s best for the story. If this means re-focusing your character and putting them back on the bad path, then that’s what you’ve got to do. Ultimately, it will just lead to a more complex and interesting character.
3) Being a writer is a little bit like being a god. You’re all-powerful, you bring these people into being and hold their fates in the palm of your hand. It isn’t easy by a long shot, but it will get easier over time. Each time you have to wrangle a character back into your control, the easier it will be to do it the next time. And, in time, you’ll start to get a feel for letting the characters have a little free will without letting them walk all over your story plans. :)
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If the first idea of Celestial!Percy getting answers about himself come from the Raven Queen, the second is finding out from Ioun. His wings grown in during the year VM had spread apart, he gets to offer non-answers to his friends. Eventually, they meet Ioun, and as they are leaving the library, she hands him a book, telling him that it should provide the answer he wants. I think I like this better because it’s quieter and a little more sad.
Vex finds Percy in her study. He certainly has his own, or his workshop, but Vex’s study came with a set of wide windows that looked out to a copse, constantly occupied by small birds, and more recently, ravens. Percy was loathe to admit his own abysmal grasp of flight, and the view offered a study space in that regard.