#little women fic

[cauliflowertree]

laurie laurence—all i want to say is i love you.

laurie laurence x fem!march!reader

summary: romance novel confessions.

word count: 1.1k

fanfic no. 043.

laurie laurence always had a pleasant time with the march sisters—he considered them family, if he could so bold as to say so. but as he grew older, the other sisters began to notice a slight show of favouritism for the third sister, y/n. soft but lively in temperament, she seemed his perfect match. and they didn’t mind so much, for laurie was still very attentive to them, and they observed they would make a very fine couple should they choose to be.

he hadn’t thought he was quite so obvious with his silent affections, but he could not deny his countenance greatly altered when with her, though often he did not realise unless it was teasingly pointed out by someone else who had observed this alteration. let them tease, he thought, it mattered not to him.

he had quietly pined after the favourited sister for many months now, elongated, he felt, by the winter season which seemed to last many weeks longer than usual, which often forced him back home in the early evenings where his lack of company was greatly felt by y/n and the other march sisters.

but when summer finally absorbed spring’s showers, he was greeted with the adoring sight of y/n reading novels in her garden once more. from his window he could see her quite clearly, often getting distracted from his studies which could infuriate poor mr. brooke. laurie was never the most attentive nor obedient student, which was only exacerbated by this consuming infatuation he could not shake, nor did he want to.

as much as his love for y/n tormented him, it was the reason he found himself so eager to greet the day in the early mornings, the cause many of his smiles and happy moments. but as much as this was true, she was also the cause of many sleepless nights, reprimands from his tutor and grandfather for not paying attention and confusion in his life.

despite this uncertainly imposed upon him, as soon as his classes had ended for the day, he headed to the march household—he could wait no longer to tell y/n the truth about how he felt; the uncertainty must come to an end.

meanwhile, oblivious to the plan laurie was hatching, you basked in the soft sunlight while reading a romance novel you’d bought from town with all the money you’d saved up recently. it was a delightful read, though you were nearing the end already, having only started reading it a day or so ago.

“you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope,” you read aloud, feeling your heart pound in your chest, wondering what those words would sound like coming from laurie’s lips.

theodore laurence had a hold of your heart from the day you’d met, and thus far, he had not relinquished his grip for a moment. you were a little too shy to admit your fondness for the boy, but would accept in a heartbeat if he were to confess he felt the same way first. it was a difficult predicament, for the dread came in knowing there was a chance you would never know if you did not ask.

“‘would you, in short, have renewed the engagement then?’ — ‘would i!’ was all her answer; but the accent was decisive enough,’” you continued to read, feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as you the confession upon the pages unravelled.

“‘good god!’ he cried. ‘you would!’”

so enraptured in your novel, you hadn’t noticed laurie creeping up on you from your garden gate, smiling gently as he watched and listened to you read another novel from your extensive collection.

“what are you reading this time?” asked laurie when he was close enough.

“oh! laurie, you startled me,” you laughed, clutching your chest.

“i apologise, fair maiden,” he bowed in jest. “is it shakespeare’s sonnets again?” he asked, nodding to the book in your hand.

“not this time, the author is a woman from england,” you replied, elated with the knowledge it was a woman’s words you were devouring page by page.

“is it a novel?”

“yes, a romance novel,” you sighed happily. “it is fast becoming one of my favourites. oh, laurie, it’s utterly splendid!”

laurie sat beside you in the grass, fiddling with the green blades beside his feet. he listened to you talk fondly of this new novel you had fallen in love with, talking endlessly of some anne elliot and a captain wentworth.

“what is it?” you asked suddenly, feeling very self conscious of the intense stare from laurie’s eyes and his boundless silence.

“i’m in love with you,” he whispered without hesitation through a smile, almost in disbelief that the words had left his lips so boldly.

“what?” you scoffed, for such a declaration was not easily comprehended in the circumstances in which he had revealed it to you.

“all the while i have known you, i have been in love with you,” replied laurie, feeding off the courage he had unwittingly found. “i do not care that you talk too much, nor that you stay up too late reading by the dwindling candle light. i love that your hair is unkempt and that as soon as someone pays you a compliment you become bashful. i could not think of someone better to love. truly, i could love no one else but you.”

it was as if you were in a romance novel of your own, and the protagonist’s love interest was finally admitting his feelings in the last chapter of the book, letting its readers breathe a sigh of relief alongside their protagonist who had been waiting just as long to hear the words finally spoken.

“have i upset you?” asked laurie when you did not respond.

“no!” you cried. “you have only surprised me,” you laughed. “do you truly mean it, laurie!?”

“of course i mean it, dear y/n,” came his gentle response, which elicited a bright grin stretching across your lips as you tossed your novel to the ground, throwing yourself against laurie.

“i have been in love with you all this time too,” you revealed, hovering over his lips and revelling in the sensation of his arms snaking around your waist and over your back.

laurie could not speak, only match your joyous smile as he let the words you had spoken sink into his heart, down to the very bottom where he endeavoured to hold them forever.

he wetted his lips, lifting his chin up cautiously, to which you matched his actions before pressing your lips to his delicately—a chaste first kiss that neither of you wished would end. but you had all the time in the world for the number to grow and grow beyond count.

requested by anonymous.

🏷 @sw34terw34ther @imabee-oralizard @mad-elia @velvetcloxds @natashxromanovf @ell0ra-br3kk3r @uwiuwi @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @krishavania @innerloverpainter @locke-writes

[imkittyjustkitty]

💤 — Fluffuly #4

— prompt : the one and only @fluffuly2022

— pairings : Amy March x Reader

Amy rests on your chest, her head rising and falling as you breath. One of your arms are wrapped around her torso, holding her close as you lie together, while the other gently cards through her soft hair.

Your voices are soft as you talk about whatever comes to mind, the conversation dancing across topics such as Amy's family, your favourite time of day, her favourite colours (which are any of the ones you tend to wear frequently), or your favourite memories (you stand by the fact that it's the day you met her, and hers is one when she was equal and loved in the eyes of her sisters).

Eventually, the conversation seems to drift to heavier topics, from the time Amy fell in the lake, and how it terrified her to the bone, to your shared fear of the outside world. For now, there's still an air of comfort in the air, no matter the past, you and Amy are lying together in each-others arms.

But the energy in the room shifts, and you can tell Amy is thinking about something that upsets her, in a way you have only caught glimpses of in the past.

"Y/N," Her eyes peer up at your face, "If... if there were someone prettier, smarter, more successful than I, someone braver than I, would you choose them over me?"

Your face falls into a frown, your hand halting it's actions in Amy's hair as you look down at her face, which holds an unreadable expression.

"What do you mean, Amy?"

Amy sighs, burying her head in the crook of your neck to avoid eye contact.

"What I mean is, there's plenty others girls... ones with far more success than I."

Your heart breaks a little as you finally catch on to what Amy's getting at.

"Hey, no," Your hands go back to playing with her hair and rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her, "I would never choose anyone over you."

You feel Amy nod, followed by the sound of her sniffling and the feeling of teardrops dropping onto your chest.

You try not to cry with her as you hold her impossibly closer, whispering softly to her about everything you love about her, lulling her into sleep, and it's not long until you fall asleep too, to only the sounds of Amy's soft breaths and rising and falling chest against yours.

It crosses your mind that this conversation clearly isn't over and that Amy will need more reassurances, but for now, you lay in eachother's arms, calm and in love.

You take a deep breath as tendrils of tiredness tempt you closer and closer to sleep. Before your let yourself fall into slumber, you whisper one last thing to your love.

“I could never settle for anyone else, Amy, you’re my one and only.”

[lenawin4]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 작은 아씨들 | Little Women (Korea TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Choi Do-Il/Oh In-Joo Characters: Choi Do-Il, Oh In-Joo, ...and Oh In-joo's ex husband Additional Tags: this is all just gong yoo jokes y'all because I want him to cameo, Romance, Jealousy, Fluff, Post-Canon Summary:

The one where Do-il and In-joo run into her ex-husband.

[lilyvines]

went down an ao3 rabbit hole and this is the first time in my life i’ve seen a dni against women

[shrimpchipsss]

read Living With a Tiger by x_los !

[sexxyasia]

right there [!stepbro! luke castenllan x !fem! reader]

SUMMARY: luke's rather eager to lose his v-card, but he doesn't know who to give it to yet. until he finds out his step sister is more than willing to help him out, and even teaches him some tricks.

WARNINGS: stepcest, unprotected sex (so sad) dom reader, kinda porn w no plot, i mean there's SOME plot, fingering, uses of y/n (I HATE USING OCS AND IT FEELS EMPTY W/O Y/N SO I JS KEEP USING IT!!!) dick sucking (HELP I KEEP THINKING ABT THE CUPCAKKE AUDIOS), luke losing his virginity, vanilla sex, luke is a loser 🥱, mentions of luke watching porn bc why not, big dick nerd type thing, and experienced reader x virgin luke.

TYSM TO ANON FOR THIS REQUEST, I LITERALLY COULDN'T WAIT TO WRITE IT!!!

MDNI! anyone younger than 17 needs to get outta here 🤬

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your parents weren't home, and the furnace broke mid-winter.

"here's another blanket." luke says throwing a light blue knit blanket on top of you.

"what, you're not cold?" you ask him "no, i'm freezing, i just keep moving. i guess it works when you're moving a lot and like really fast..." he replied

after thinking about it for a second you stupidly blurted out "so like sex would keep you warm?"

luke swallowed hard and giggled, "yeah, i guess. if you do it like that."

a loud silence filled the room.

"would cuddling also make you warm?" you replied trying to clear the awkwardness

"yeah, it would. any heat would probably make you less cold i guess." he said.

"then we should maybe turn on a movie and do that..." you cockily said. "okay." he replied rather quick.

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the two of you turned rubbed closer and closer warming up under a big white blanket.

your eyes got heavy at the movie luke picked; die hard. this was his all time favorite movie but you couldn't stand it.

"what, you don't like this?" luke giggled.

"no, i hate this. you're such a weirdo for picking this weird ass movie. and it kinda reminds me of you..." you replied in an annoyed sigh.

"how!" luke said in an offended tone.

"this movie is just one big virgin fest, like you and your friends." you laughed, obviously not being genuine.

but of course luke didn't catch onto your sarcasm. "how'd you know." he seriously answered.

you're still thinking the two of you were just having a flirty banter you added on. "just look at you, i mean it's so clear that you haven't been in pussy since the day you came out one!" you quoted.

luke pushed off of you and sank into the couch. "i'm the only virgin in my friend group, and i'm the only virgin on the soccer team...i guess i'm ready. i just haven't met anyone yet."

you finally caught on after he said that. "oh, there's nothing wrong with that. i was just joking." you frantically added.

"no it's okay. I shouldn've taken it that seriously anyways." he awkwardly said.

again, without thinking you blurted out. "i could be the right person, if you're okay with that."

lukes face lit up before he replied. "sure."

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kissing and grinding you played with lukes brown curls and rubbed along his neck, he lightly whimpered against your lips and you grinded on him faster.

"what's the matter luke." you asked after breaking the kiss, lips still inches away. "are you gonna tell anyone...?" he asks with his brown eyes looking directly into yours.

"not unless you ask me to." you reply, he shakes his head in a certain answer. "but what's the point of losing it if you're not gonna tell anyone?" you ask "to just... feel... different i guess." he delicately said.

"could we start now?" he asks without looking into your eyes like usual. you lightly giggle, "luke, do you know anything about women? i mean i'm wet but not enough to put it in yet." you say.

"then what should i do to make you more... y'know." he sincerley asked.

you rolled over on the couch so that your legs were spread you gestured him over to you.

he scooted over towards you and gulped. "you can finger me if you wanna make me wetter..."

he nodded and hovered over you, his hand ripped off your pajama pants and panties, swiftly. his index finger slowly trailed from your stomach to your clit.

"now what?" he whispered. "just keep rubbing 'til i say stop... okay?"

he shook his head 'yes' and rubbed your clit with just enough pressure and speed. when luke watched porn, he didn't just watch it, he analyzed it. so he kinda knew what he was doing already.

he looked you directly in your eyes as he rubbed faster and faster.

"okay.. okay stop!" you yelled out as he inched you closer and closer to your orgasm.

he moved so you could get up and you stripped off your shirt and bra.

"your turn." you said.

you dropped onto your knees infront of luke and gulped. "what're you gonna do?" luke swallowed. "you'll see." you replied.

"take off your shirt" you demanded. he obeyed and quickly stripped out of it.

your hands fumbled with his pant waistband. before getting them around his ankles.

he was left in nothing but his calvin klein boxers, his hard cock pulsed in his underwear before you pulled it down.

woah

you'd expect luke to be pretty average, like around 4.5-5. you hadn't expected luke to be this big. he was probably around 7-8...

you slowly licked his tip and watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth slowly fell open.

your touch wondered all over his veiny cock as he tried to hold in his moans.

stroking slowly you wrapped your mouth all the way around his cock, meeting your hand with your lips.

slightly gagging you took as much as you could. occasionally looking up at luke and seeing him try his best to hold in his moans

his big calloused hands wandered to the back of your head and he lightly massaged the back of your head.

as luke got more into it you pulled of and sat on the couch.

"c'mere luke." he gulped and walked over, he awkwardly sat next to you.

in a swift move you rolled over and straddled his lap.

"i'm gonna ride you ok?" he shook his head in agreement as you dropped down on his cock, letting your wet cunt adapt to his big shape.

he groaned at the velvety wetness of your pussy. his hands gripped the couch cushion as you rode him at a medium pace.

"you like that." his eyes were closed tightly as your cunt fluttered around him.

he nodded and grinded into you while you rode him. in amazement your head fell back and your eyes shut.

you could feel luke throbbing inside of you while you moved, causing you to be filled with ecstasy.

the both of you moved quicker and quicker until a loud moan left lukes mouth.

"sorry" he whispered. his hot seed filled you up and dripped all over his cock and inside your cunt.

"it's not that serious" you breathily whispered to him.

his head fell back and he caught his breath. "so how do you feel now?" you asked.

"i dunno, different... kinda like i hoped." you smiled to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

"we should probably get dressed before our parents get home." you added

comment to be added to my luke taglist

@jade-is-jaded

(yes, i did quote jcole's wet dreamz bc why not)

[cerise-on-top]

hi! how would Valeria and Kate react if their wife’s got hurt because of their work, both of them working highly jobs and it ended up catching up to their s/o. hoe you are doing well and drink plenty of water! thank you!

-🍒

Hello! Both of them would be absolutely distraught, but would go about it in different ways!

Valeria’s and Laswell’s Wife Gets Hurt Because of their Job

Valeria: Whoever hurt you will wind up tortured and eventually, once she thinks they’ve had enough of their miserable life, will wind up dead. Naturally, the first thing she does is check up on you, see if you’re alright and well, that’s her priority. You’re the love of her life, there’s no one else in this world she wants to see do well. You’ll be admitted to the best hospital nearby and will only get the finest treatment. Once you’re stabilized, that’s when the hunt begins. Whoever hurt you won’t get too far since that bastard’s life will be on the line. Regardless of where they might be hiding, Valeria will find them and show them that death is actually a kind of mercy. She has pretty much everything at her disposal, everything money can buy, this sucker won’t know what hit them. If it’s revenge they want, then revenge they’ll get. Valeria promises you that their head will be on a silver plate. She’s not very good with words when it comes to comforting someone, but she will have that person killed in the most cruel ways she can imagine. In fact, she’ll take the pleasure of torturing them upon herself. Once she’s done, she’ll take some days off, which is surprising since she usually can’t afford that at all. You’ll be under her direct care for those days. Anything you want you’ll get. Afterwards there will be a slight shift in her demeanor, Valeria becomes more protective over you. Sometimes she might even assign some trusted people of hers to watch over you since she can’t afford something like that happening again. While she can’t always take some days off, she’ll try to be closer to you anyway. Always texting you, finding excuses to come home for a day maybe. She just really needs to make sure you’re okay, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you died.

Laswell: Laswell will try to be a bit more diplomatic about it at first, trying to coax whoever hurt you out of hiding. This person will be held accountable for their crimes against her world. Naturally, she rescues you first, gets you to the nearest hospital and won’t leave your side until you’re stable again. If it takes you a while to wake up again, she’ll leave to find the fucker and make sure they swim with the fishes. She has a pretty large, efficient network and will find out who it was fairly easily. Once she knows who they are, she won’t hesitate to find out all their past crimes as well, if they hurt you then they must have done some other awful things as well. Once that phase is over, she’ll go to their home herself and have them arrested, put in the worst prison imaginable where the inmates are treated especially badly. She won’t kill them, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they wind up dead anyway. Laswell usually isn’t an evil person, but she does hope that person dies during their time. Their sentence will be as long as possible so there’s no chance of them ever seeing the sunlight again either. Once all of this is over, she, too, would take some days off to spend with you. You’re a priority above all else, so Laswell will want to be there for you, no matter the cost. While she usually isn’t, depending on how severely you got hurt she might become a bit overbearing, a bit overprotective. That overprotectiveness will last for a few months, afterwards she’ll try to give you some space again. However, she’ll always be keeping a closer eye on you, always texting or calling you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. If she needs to, she’ll put you under her protection officially, but the situation needs to be dire for that to happen. Either way, she’ll be keeping you safe.

[roxygen22]

Sick Timothee with fem reader as caretaker plz ❤️

Thanks to You

Summary: Fem!reader takes care of feverish Laurie

A/N: Decided to write using Timothee's Laurie as the main character because the time period makes fevers much more scary.

Laure's restless stirring awakened you. You blinked, unable to focus since it was still dark out. You reached your hand out to place gentle, comforting pressure on his arm, as you often did if he was suffering a nightmare, but instantly drew it back in shock. He was putting off more heat than your fireplace.

You grabbed the oil lamp on your nightstand and raised the flame. There was a sheen of sweat blanketing his forehead and chest, though he was shivering like he had been out in the snow. "Fever," you breathed out worriedly.

You jumped out of bed and quickly set to work gathering supplies. You immersed a cloth in water and wrung it out to place on his forehead. You rubbed the herb poultice Mrs. March had shown you how to make onto the soles of his feet and covered them with socks. He shifted his head side to side, mumbling your name.

"[Y/N], [Y/N]," he muttered weakly.

You ran your fingers through his damp curls. "I'm here, my love. I'm here."

"[Y/N]?" Laurie's glazed eyes opened, but they never focused on you.

He's delirious, you thought to yourself. You looked out the window, countenance falling as you realized the blizzard meant you could not send for help. The whole town was snowed in. "You have to get better, Laurie," you stated as you cradled your slight baby bump with your free hand.

He became slightly more alert as the dawn arrived. You took the opportunity to get him to drink some water. He was shaking so much from the throes of fever that he could not hold the cup without spilling. You sat beside him to support his head and hold the cup to his lips. You were grateful to see that at least some water made it into his mouth. Exhausted, he flopped his head back onto the pillow and looked up at you.

"Y-you should k-keep your distance. You d-don't n-need to get sick, too," Laurie said through chattering teeth.

"Nonsense. Who else is going to take care of you, hmm?" You half-smiled, not quite enough to reach your eyes. You wet the cloth again and gently wiped his neck, chest, and arms. "Are you hungry?" you asked when you finished, but there was no response. He had already fallen asleep again. You surveyed the dark purple circles under his eyes and the pallor of his skin.

You rose from your perch by Laurie's side to start some soup for when he woke again. He came to about an hour later. You helped him sit up against the headboard so he could eat. He scowled when you attempted to spoon feed him. "Come on, now. You need to eat something to keep your strength, and I'm sure you don't want to spill hot soup in your lap," you chided. He rolled his eyes and acquiesced. You chuckled. At least he was feeling good enough to give you an attitude.

The food did him some good, because soon he wanted to get up and move around. You helped him to the front room to his armchair. While he read by the fire, you changed the damp sheets. It wasn't long before he was ready to lay down again. The two of you repeated this cycle throughout the day.

When night came once more, the fever ravaged again. You covered him with every blanket in the house and practically laid on top of him to warm him up. The shaking eventually relented, giving both of you a reprieve. You fell asleep sitting next to the bed, holding his hand while your head rested on your arm.

You woke to the feeling of a hand playing with your hair. You groggily raised your head and were greeted by Laurie's smile. "Good morning, my dove."

You smiled at the nickname and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Your fever broke," you said in relief. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. "I was so worried."

"I'm alright, thanks to you."

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☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

[roomy-ghosted]

My feelings towards ao3 this morning.

[imkittyjustkitty]

ㅤㅤㅤthere's a hole in my dress, dear meg

ㅤㅤ vaguely meg march x reader + brother!laurie laurence & sibling!reader

⠀"you really should be more careful," meg says as she threads the needle in and out of the fabric of your dress.

⠀it's a warm spring afternoon, you and your brother laurie have shown up at the march household unannounced. the girls aren't shocked at this point, you and laurie (honestly mostly him) have built a habit of showing up with little to no forewarning, so by now they're used to it, especially since your surprise visits more often than not carry with them a fun story explaining your arrival. today, it's a rip in your dress.

⠀"to be fair, it's not my fault that there's a gaping hole in my dress," you defend yourself dramatically.

⠀you hear jo snort as she lightly kicks your shoulder from where she's sat on the couch behind you. she's sat next to meg, who asks, "then who's fault is it?"

⠀your brother sighs from where he's sat next to amy as he anticipates your jump into theatrics.

⠀and he's right, you take the opportunity and begin telling the sisters about your day and how it all led you here.

⠀the tale consists of a dramatic re-enactment of your rushed morning in which you thought your brother had gone missing which led to you frantically searching the house for him. and then in your rush a thread from your dress had gotten caught on a loose splinter on a cupboard...

⠀"however!" you pause the hand-waving in favour for a very serious and dramatic look at your audience, "this was not when the hole ripped in my dress, it was merely the catalyst that would lead to such horrors."

⠀you get a response that ranges from amused laughs to playfully annoyed eye-rolls, but you focus on the reactions of amusement and take them as encouragement to continue the unnecessarily dramatic story.

⠀you then go on to explain how after finding laurie just outside the house and telling him off for scaring you, you had decided you wanted to climb a tree.

⠀"laurie said it was a terrible idea, but he doesnt know how to have fun!" you laugh, "so of course i did not listen to him."

⠀you lean down from you upright stance, progressively lowering your voice as you say, "and so i climbed the tree, higher and higher and higher and..."

⠀you suddenly make a loud explosion sound and jump dramatically, "boom! i fell!"

⠀you take a moment to look at everyone's reactions, jo looks bemused but trying not to laugh, amy and beth aren't shocked but they still look it, while meg and laurie of course saw this coming, but meg looks a bit more disappointed than your brother.

⠀"and so," you plop yourself back on the floor near meg and jo, "that is the story of how i ripped a hole in my dress, and possibly my spine."

⠀meg shakes her head as her attention draws her back to finishing sewing your dress back up, "you need to be more careful."

⠀you just grin up at her, "probably"

[poisonousquinzel]

ngl real missed opportunity by DC to let Harley and Mr. Freeze become friends during her primary villain arc (btas or other) cause tbh I can't imagine he'd enjoy sitting in his cell listening to Joker brag about all the ways he's cruel, abusive and uncaring towards Harley, a woman who loves him, while Victor's entire goal is to save his wife who he loves dearly ya know ???? and it's not like all of them haven't been locked up together, the other rogues Know. Joker's not like most abusers who try to keep it behind closed doors, he's very public with his abuse.

And just that feeling of like "I am doing everything I can to save my wife, I have become a criminal and have done awful things in the name of love and I just want nothing more than to have her back and You Have Someone Who Loves You That Much, That Much To Become A Criminal As Well And You Repay That Love By ABUSING HER."

[the-amazing-simp]

Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.

📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k

“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.

“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.

“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.

Jo shook her head, “Nope.”

“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.

“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.

Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”

Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”

A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”

Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”

—

It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.

“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.

“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.

“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”

Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”

He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”

“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”

“What’s that?” Laurie asked.

Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”

Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.

Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.

But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.

She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.

Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.

“Hello Jo.” You smiled, “What brings you here?”

“Meg just wanted to make sure that you’ll make it to tea this weekend.” Jo returned the smile.

You nodded, “Tell her I would never miss it for the world.”

“I definitely will.” Jo said.

“How about you Laurie? What brings you here?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe.

The heat immediately rose up to the boy’s cheeks, being winter - it would’ve made sense. But the snow wasn’t what caused it.

It was you.

“Uh, n-nothing.” He managed not to trip over his words, “I just accompanied Jo.”

Jo chuckled, “Definitely true. Anyway, we’ll be going now Y/N/N. See you on the weekend.”

You nodded, lips still holding that wonderful smile that managed to make Laurie weak in the knees.

Once the two of them were far enough from your house, Laurie frowned at a laughing Jo.

“You do not have a right to give me a heart attack like that.” He deadpanned.

Jo made a face at him before handing back the letter, “She deserves to know how you feel. But, mark my words Teddy, if I do get tired of your pining, then I’m really giving it to her myself.”

Laurie rolled his eyes at her, “Fine.”

—

“Damn it.” Laurie cursed under his breath as the two of you made your way to the lake, since it had been frozen over it would be a great day to go skating.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I forgot my gloves in the study.” He said.

You gave him a smile, “I’ll go get it. It’s on your desk right?” 

He nodded, “You’re an angel, you know that.”

“I know.” You called out, walking back to his house.

Making your way up to his study, you immediately spotted his gloves on the desk. Picking it up, you were about to get back to him when you noticed a folded piece of paper on the side.

You didn’t mean to be a snoop, but Jo had always said that you were sometimes too curious for your own good.

Looking around to find the study empty, you picked up the paper and unfolded it as your eyes started to scan over the words written in Laurie’s handwriting.

To my beloved,

I don’t know how the poets do it. But I find it hard to find the words to describe how much you mean to me.

Because you’re perfect. Therefore, I want to make this letter as perfect as you. 

I have loved you ever since I’ve know you. I couldn’t possibly imagine a life where I’ve not known you.

As cliche as it is, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to my life. 

You always occupy my mind. Your laugh, your smile, your twinkling eyes that give the stars a challenge. Not to mention how kind and sweet you are to everyone that comes your way.

If you don’t return my feelings, that’s okay. I won’t hold that against you because as much as I love you - I also cherish our friendship. I’d rather remain friends than lose you all together.

But if you share them, know that I’ll always do everything in my power to make you happy.

All my love, 

Laurie. 

How you wish that you were the one the letter was addressed to. But you knew deep in your heart that Laurie would never love you back as much more than a friend. The letter was obviously addressed to-

“Hey! What’s taking you so long?” A familiar voice echoed from the hallway, “Did some kind of desk monsters get to yo-“

Laurie stopped in his tracks once he entered the study, walking in on the sight of you with his letter in hand.

“Did you read it?” He asked, bracing himself for rejection.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “When do you plan to give it to her?”

Laurie furrowed his brows, “To who?”

“Jo. Obviously.” You answered.

His confusion deepened, “Why would I write a letter to Jo?”

“Oh I don’t know.” You said sarcastically, “Maybe for the same reason you wrote the letter for her in the first place.”

“Now that’s just unfair.” Laurie argued.

“What is?” You asked with a scoff.

“That you’re accusing me of writing the letter to Jo without giving me the chance to explain myself.” He said.

“That’s not unfair Laurie!” You countered, “You know what is? It’s the fact that I’ve loved you my whole life and I’d just be content to stand aside and watch you fall in love with my best friend because I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me.”

Laurie stood there, jaw slacked as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard, “You love me?”

“Yes Laurie.” You said, finally putting down the damned letter, “Practically my whole life.”

He was silent for a moment, “What makes you think that the letter is for Jo?”

You scoffed, “The way you look at her Laurie. The fact that you’re always with her. Even a blind person can see just how in love you are.”

Laurie shook his head in protest, “But Y/N/N, the letter isn’t for Jo. It’s for you.”

It was your turn to be confused, “What?”

He walked toward you, tapping the topmost part of the letter, “I called you my beloved because I remember when you would tell me about the romance novels you would read and how you would swoon when someone calls their love interest ‘beloved’.”

You giggled, “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

Laurie smiled, “I remember everything about you.”

He then brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Since you do return my feelings. Can I kiss you?”

“I would certainly leave you freeze if you don’t.” You smiled.

tagging:

@magicchai, @mendesxruel

[nikholascrow]

hear me out little women marauders au

Amy is regulus

Lourie is James

Jo is Sirius

Beth is Peter

Meg is Lily

Megs husband (forgot his name) is Mary

professor Bhaer is Remus

this is either my best or worst idea ever

[inusmasha]

Mountain Miko on A03

Summary:

In a secluded mountain village run by a society of mysterious women, Kagome, a young initiate, embarks on a transformative journey under the mentorship of their highly esteemed miko, Kikyo

Prologue – A Dark Fairytale 

In the beginning, within a realm where ancient magic held sway, there once lived a man renowned for his ability to weave spells that brought good fortune to those willing to pay. His performances were nothing short of captivating spectacles, drawing in many who gasped in the grandeur of his rituals. Over time, growing more and more powerful by the day, his glittering magical displays began to draw in the curiosity of wealthy patrons far and wide. 

"How do you do it?"

"You need only to give voice to what you desire." 

Over the years the man turned sorcerer grew proud and prouder still, having forgotten what humble beginnings he crawled out of. He wore his wealth on his body, he adorned his beard with sickly sweet smelling oils and lined his fingers with ostentatious rings. In the era of spell making, the Sorcerer had made this life by his own hand...a hand in possession of a certain Jewel. A small nothing looking bead that was easy to miss even though it hung in plain sight. It's presence barely felt, barely a whisper, only a quiet gnawing at the bottom of his being. 

In the dark night, the heavy shadow of some blackguard, from some dying noble house, made its way to the Sorcerer with big news. A big problem that required a big idea. This truly fair and noble family was harboring a plot to unseat the current emperor and had come to him for help to remedy the issue. 

"What you ask is treason."

"What I ask is to entertain possibilities."

Truth be told; if they had the coin then it did not matter what the request was. He would entertain their hypocrisies. They can keep their dull innocence, keep their hands clean, while he did the unseemly. Though it was dangerous to play with this sort of magic, it's practically what it was there for. 

"What say you, Sorcerer?" 

...it has to be you.. only you could do it.. wish maker ..wishmaker.. wish-

A sinister alliance was forged that night, and he sought to orchestrate their rise to power through sinister rites. 

 His displays of enchantment evolved into bloody ceremonies with costly offerings, ranging from the most humble of creatures to majestic beasts. First a sparrow, a snake, a cat, a wolf to lions, tigers, and- it wasn't enough! To ensure their success, the sorcerer needed more potent sources of power, and he turned to darker methods. He began raiding graveyards for human bones, believing that spirits of the deceased would grant him greater strength. However, he soon realized that live human sacrifices to the Jewel would yield even stronger results. 

Of course! 

Yes, there was a war. 

There was an empty seat in an empty dank room. 

Once the new emperor assumed that cold throne for his own, he called for the Sorcerer to come join him at his royal court and to squat on the lap of luxury. That's what those savage acts were for.. but that damn cursed gnawing hunger never left. It wasn't enough. 

And then...Their paths crossed that fateful evening when he was summoned to perform before their Lord. This was it! Oh! His journey had led him to the fair maiden with black silk for hair. The Sorcerer's infatuation with the woman was relentless, an unquenchable burning within him. Her every word, her every glance, fueled this insatiable longing. He wanted her as his bride. 

But alas she did not want him for her heart belonged to-

It did not matter. He would take her.

In his desperation to possess her he believed that the Jewel, his divine potent resource, could make her love him. The Jewel, fatter still, fed on his fixation. He hated her. He loved her. He hated her. He loved her. The Jewel had never tasted something so sickly sweet. 

"You need only to give voice to what you desire." 

He wished for the woman.

In a final, frenzied act, he sought to give the Jewel a tangible form, giving it arms and legs in which to carry out the deed. Not as some caricature but as something living, with blood and bones. 

"..This flesh is your flesh, these hands your hands!"

At the altar, with great suffering, he relinquished what little was left of his human to the bloody pearl. This was the deep dark material in which miracles sprang forth. He would conjure heaven.. but in the morning there was nothing but the cold dank air, and ash. The fate of both he and the now missing maiden was shrouded in mystery. The ending to this story is always the same.

Now, the Jewel, revered and closely guarded, rests within the new emperor's grasp. It's true nature forgotten. Though the emperor may hold suspicions about the Sorcerer's demise, he chose to remain oblivious of the perils. The relic remained concealed, subject to constant study that often exacted a grim toll and a long list of names never to be spoken of. The Jewel passes from one ruler to the next, as an heirloom of both great power and who's hunger continues to shape the endless road of petty human conflict. 

And we exist in its consequence.   

Many generations pass and eventually the one named Midoriko is born.

[esther-dot]

A Besotted Fool 1k by @sibyldisobedience

He scrubbed his hand down his face and found his attention drawn to the fluttering lace in one of the upper windows of the house. Suddenly there she was, his radiant girl; a soft, inscrutable expression gracing her lovely features. She nodded to him with a stately little dip of her chin, and he waved back at her, like some kind of overly eager green boy. He cringed inwardly and cursed himself for a fool. A pathetic, besotted fool.

Aunt Lysa Settles the Question 5k by @sibyldisobedience

"But tell me now child, and be quick about it, who is this young man and what reason does he have to be alone with you in the parlour?” Sansa bristled at being called ‘child’, she was seventeen and had just received her first proposal of marriage for goodness sake! She turned to Mr. Snow, the poor man looked as though he wished the floor might open up and swallow him whole. “This is Father’s friend, Mr. Jon Snow.” “Snow? What Snow? Do you mean that boy’s tutor?” Lysa looked Jon up and down, and grimaced. She then turned the full force of her ire on Sansa, who could only wring her hands. “And what pray tell has Father’s friend been saying to make you look like a peony?” Before Sansa could begin to think of what to say in reply, for it really wasn’t any of the old fussbudget’s business, Jon cleared his throat.

Married Life 10k by @sibyldisobedience

Sansa and Jon settled into married life very easily. The Dovecote was small, to be sure, less than a third of the size of Winterfell, but the lovers relished their proximity to one another. How wonderful it was to be so close — in constant contact — when during their three year engagement, they had been apart longer than they had been together. After one entire week of blissful seclusion, the couple had to concede that they could not live on love alone. So Jon returned to work, and some gentle ribbing from his co-workers, and Sansa took up her housewifely duties.  As the young couple established a routine, they found that even after a few months, once the initial novelty of “playing house” had worn off, they were just as blissfully happy as they had been that first week. Sansa was as breathtakingly lovely as ever in her faded wrapper, beaming at him from behind the familiar coffee pot. And Jon’s deep Northern brogue never failed to send shivers down her spine, even when he was simply following up his parting kiss with the tender inquiry, "Shall I send home mutton or beef for dinner tonight?" 

(the above are all in the 14 part series Little Women of Winterfell)

marriage is an economic proposition 3k

Sansa meets her childhood friend Jon Targaryen while traveling with Aunt Lysa in the capital.

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - HOLIDAY - SEASON 6 - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS - POST CANON