#damalseer

[imagine-loki]

Your mother and Frigga have been best friends since they were children. After marrying Odin your mother visit Asgard for a couple of months in a year and would take you and your sibling(s). One year you tell Loki that you've never been to Midgard and always wanted to go and visit, 2 weeks before you head back home Loki surprises you with a trip to town but you take a detour to Midgard.

[imaginemycroftholmes]

I hope this is ok and if you did this already you can ignore it. i wonder if you can do a one shot where mycroft and his wife have been married for 5~ years and you both dont want children (his fear of having an Eurus and you think you are unable to have children). you find out youre pregnant and youre both stunned at the news. all fluff just two people surprised.

“Honey...Honey, can you come up here” you call a bit stressed as the fifth pregnancy test came back positive.

Honestly you had no idea how to feel about this.

From the start you and Mycroft had been mutually against the idea of having any kids in fear of producing another Eurus and you-well, you weren’t even sure you could have kids with years of less than regular periods.

“Our relationship can survive without the addition of children,” Mycroft had stated quite pointedly when Mummy heard that she would not be expecting any grandchildren after returning from the honeymoon, “We have each other and that is more than enough to keep us happy.”

Of course Mummy didn’t take too kindly to that if the screeching on the other end of the phone was anything to go by but when it was finally announced that Sherlock had proposed to Molly her attentions were (thankfully) redirected.

Er, mostly.

 Mummy now likes to call and complain at odd hours to the pair of you on just how long its taking Molly and Sherlock to get details pounded out for the wedding and how she’ll be dead by the time she’ll see her baby boy as a groom.

As you could hear your husband’s steps lumbering up the staircase you feel panicked wondering how he will take this. 

Mycroft was a God when it came to small children to which no one save Sherlock could argue (and only because he was jealous) with given on how many times that Rosie and her friends just gravitate toward him.

Sure, Sherlock may try to distract them with experiments and excitement but in the end Rosie and her gaggle of friends will always be at Mycroft’s heel; asking him questions while hanging on his every word.

And it didn’t even stop there-any time you would be out and about whether it was for crown or just groceries Mycroft seemed to entrance small children of all ages.

Most would wander up to him and stare affectionately, others might be as bold to pull on a pant leg to demand attention and one had the gall to attempt to follow him throughout the stroll babbling all while the pair of you were shopping for a dinner party.

Anyone with a pair of eyes could see Mycroft melt when a child took interest in him and it made you fall more in love with him by the second to witness it and depressed all the same.

For all that Mycroft claimed that he was fine with a life without becoming a father was mainly due to Eurus you were near certain that it was due to your infertility.

Oh and how you ready to choke down any pill, take several injections or even “borrow” a body to give Mycroft a child-its not like you couldn’t afford it but Mycroft turned it down.

“I will not have you stress your body needlessly for something we don’t necessarily need to make us happy,” Mycroft had stated quietly which opened up a whole lot of painful discussions on what you each wanted in life and crying but it had been a productive talk.

There had been mentions of adopting and even getting a whole shelter full of pets but as the year went by nothing changed.

The pair of you were still without children and Sherlock’s wedding planning was making more headway than you.

By all accounts this should make Mycroft happy, hell, even you should be happy but then there’s that underlying fear-those horrible kernels of evil that keep you from basking in the glow of the previously thought impossibility. 

Your hips are too narrow to carry a child to full term…how are you go to deliver a baby especially if it turns out to be two?

What if they turn out like Eurus? What if they turn out worse than Eurus?

Who even says you’ll survive the pregnancy?

It was horrible miniature hurricane swirling in your mind as Mycroft finally entered bathroom and took in the scene.

“You’re…pregnant?” 

Oh Lord, that doesn’t sound positive you think and wish that you at least had some of that earlier morning sickness to keep you from talking.

Finding that your throat too thick to talk you simply nod and hold onto the toilet bowel like a life line. Looking at him doesn’t make you feel less sick as he bends to become eye level with you on the tile.

“For how long?” he asks his voice although displaying concern and wonderment.

Clearly he must not take to the news too badly but then again the rush to purge your stomach has returned as if summoned by your silent plea and gives no time to speak.

Mycroft being the thoughtful husband that he is quick to grab your hair as you expel what little you’ve kept in your belly from brunch and soothe you as you heave.

“There, there ______, just let it all out and I’ll fetch you a glass,” he croons as the retching becomes all there is left.

Grabbing the cup from the sink he’s quick to fill it in order to help rid the taste of bile from your mouth and there again with his embrace to help ease the tremors from the aftermath.

He doesn’t speak for a while as holding you on the bathroom floor, just swaying slight to make you feel less sick and running his fingers through your hair. It makes you feel at ease and sleepy.

“Do you want it?”

You swear that by all that is holy you did not mean to say that. It was if God himself took over your mouth and forced you to say it against your will and even the sound of that phrase sounded foreign to your own ears.

Feeling his arms stiffen around you pull away to look at your husband of five years. “I mean, I want it if you want it-the baby I mean,” you struggle to find some part of you that doesn’t sound frantic, “I see how you are with kids and I want that-with you but not if it makes you unhappy. Because I am happy. With you-I just want you to be happier-”

“Would this child make you happy ____?”

It takes only minimal thinking what with all the instances of Mycroft cuddling children and wishing they were your own to blurt out, “yes.”

“Now would you still want the child if it turns out like Eurus?”

Now that takes a bit more time as you search for an answer. There’s no true way of knowing if any child will turn out like that of the youngest Holmes anymore if they’ll turn out to be a genius like Mycroft.

A coin toss. 

Just one big guess game of what ifs.

Would the pain be worth the pleasure of having a child? 

Will the work put into raising one be worth the risk of raising a criminal? 

Was this worth it?

“Yes, yes Mycroft I would still want this child,” you state solidly as you lock eyes with him, “Just like our marriage; for better or worse.”

Tears are forming in Mycroft’s eyes as he brings you into a hug. “Then parents we shall be.” 

The moment is magical and fluffy that you can’t imagine the spell being broken until the answering machine downstairs starts ringing and the the box beeps.

“Mikey. MIKEY, its your mother sweetheart and you need to go down to your brother’s flat and see what’s taking them so long to pick out a venue! I won’t be around forever! MIKEY! I know you’re home darling, pick up the phone!”

“Do you want to tell her or should I,” Mycroft asks with a chuckle as Mummy continues to rabble on the answering machine with her demands to be answered.

“I think I’ll let her son do the honors since I’m in such a delicate condition,” you say wetly caught between wanting to still cry and laugh.

“Then I shall,” Mycroft says softly before pressing a kiss to your temple and then jogging out of the bathroom to catch the phone in the bedroom. 

[kittenwritesstuff]

Craving

Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairings: Rumplestiltskin x reader, Rumplestiltskin x Belle Genres: platonic fluff, romance, matchmaking Words: 1.300 Summary: Being the Dark One’s apprentice, you notice growing affection between him and Belle. A little misunderstanding leads you to play matchmaking - requested by @damalseer

You stick out your tongue in focus, the fluid in a pot steaming as you carefully add another ingredient. So far, you have yet to muster this specific potion and your tutor is more than frustrated at your lack of success.

“It’s so easy, how can you not make it?” he teases and you frown, glaring at him.

“Unlike you I did not possess my powers just like that, I have to learn everything.”

“Well, you have powers, you’re just a lazy student.”

“I’m not!” you protest sternly and Rumplestiltskin giggles, apparently amused by your reaction.

You realize that it’s his method of teaching. Get on your nerves, tease you endlessly and not so delicately suggest that you’re an idiot until you try harder and eventually succeed.

After tossing him a final glare, you turn your attention back to the fluid and grin gleefully.

“See? I’ve made it.”

“I guess,” he shrugs and looks over your shoulder to glance at the liquid. “Not perfect, but that’s a start.”

“You’re so mean to me, always. I’ve never heard a good word from you,” you complain, not really meaning it. You knew that being the Dark One’s apprentice wouldn’t be an easy experience and that was why you did it. You always felt different but only Rumplestiltskin told you it was nothing to be ashamed about.

He gratefully agreed to school you since you had no idea what to do with your powers and was thrown away from your village after being called an abomination.

You were quite surprise to find a young woman in his castle, who was, what you found out later, his prisoner and sort of cleaning lady. He resigned from keeping her locked and she, Belle, could walk freely although she was forbidden from leaving the castle.

You liked her, since the very first day when she gave you an indignant grimace. She had a temper, you always adored people who were emotional and passionate. They couldn’t really lie about what they felt.

It was easy to notice how Rumplestiltskin and Belle looked at each other, of course only when the other wasn’t aware. You spotted the growing fondness quite soon, especially when one evening you walked onto Belle sitting on the desk while Rumplestiltskin worked on something. They were chatting, absolutely unbothered by the fact that she was, in fact, his prisoner and we was the Dark One, the most feared person in the realm.

“I’d say something good, dearie, if you did exceptionally. Now you’re just…” he waves his palm over you with a weird expression at his face, “as I expected.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” you snap, folding your hands over your chest and the Dark One shrugs again.

“Only that you still have a lot to learn. You may have magic but you don’t know how to use it.”

You huff, facing the table again. You got used to states like that, and you are aware that they’re true. But that doesn’t make them any less frustrating.

“I wish you showed me how to cast spells or something. I’m only brewing potions, that’s boring.”

“You must know basics, Y/N. Or else you might get hurt.” You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off by pointing a finger at you. “Uh-uh, don’t argue. I don’t know how much longer I can bear your big mouth.”

“I don’t have-!”

“You do,” he interrupts coldly and you purse your lips, swallowing a curse as Rumplestiltskin giggles. Sometimes you have enough, but you realize that he’s the best teacher you can get.

“Tea time!” a cheerful voice announces as the door swings open and Belle steps it, carrying a tray with two cups and a juglet. You quirk your brow but say nothing, surprised to see the Dark One becomes slightly flustered.

“What’s gotten you in such a good mood, Belle?” you ask when she places the tray on the desk, pouring the drink into the cups.

“Oh, I found a very interesting book in the library. Along with three more that I’d like.”

“What are they about?”

“Various creatures that live in different realms,” she smiles as she hands you the cup and you open your eyes a bit wider, impressed.

“I didn’t know you’re interested in things like that. You look more like romance type of girl.”

“I like romances, too. But sometimes I just want to know things instead of reading about fantasies.”

“Understandable,” you admit and glance at Rumplestiltskin, who’s silently sipping on his tea, looking outside the window.

“Get back to work, Y/N. You’ll talk when you’re done.”

Belle’s initial joyful face falls and you roll your eyes. He always has to ruin the fun.

Belle exits the room quickly and you turn to face Rumplestiltskin’s back.

“You couldn’t stand a minute of me enjoying a small chat? Belle’s really nice, I like talking to her.”

“You’ll talk when you’re done. And you’re far from that, may I add, dearie.”

You scoff through your nose and stick out your tongue at him.

“I know what you’re doing!”

“I want you to know, oh mighty Dark One!”

“Why? Because I interrupted your tiny moment with sweet Belle?!”

“What?!” you call, utterly confused. What did he mean? Is he jealous? Did he actually think that you were fond of Belle?

“You told me the other day that Belle is very nice and you liked her dress.”

“You say that Belle isn’t nice?”

Rumplestiltskin twirls around to face you and when you catch his gaze you are more than sure – he’s jealous.

“That’s not what I’m saying. Belle is so smart, did you see how she smiles, oh I think she’s so sweet!” he apes you, evidently aiming to intimidate you but all you can do is burst out into laughter.

“Oh, you should see yourself right now!” you manage to stutter between fits of giggles and his face twists in confusion.

“Y/N! I demand to know-“

“Just talk to her,” you say softly after you calm down, taking deep inhales to steady your breathing.

“Me?”

“What, I should do it for you?”

“So, you don’t like Belle?”

“No, I most certainly don’t. Not in a way you probably ask about, that is.”

“Then why did you keep saying all those things about her?”

You cock your brow at him, baffled by his disability to connect the dots.

“Because you like her.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t deny it, I’m not blind.”

Rumplestiltskin lets out a sigh, fixing his gaze at you. He seems lost and you decide that you should surely help him.

You present your open palm and after whispering a spell under your breath, a blue smoke appears. When it’s gone, a red rose rests in your hand and with a proud smile you hand it to the Dark One.

“Were you studying spells behind my back?”

“I might have.”

“Oh, you’re learning, Y/N.”

“I recall you happen to have one more book about the creatures from other realms.”

He furrows his brows and you roll your eyes. With great magic or not, he’s still just a man.

“Take that book and go to Belle. She’ll be very happy.”

“Will she?”

“I assure you,” you state with as much sureness as you can muster and Rumplestiltskin nod his head, almost darting to the door. He stops with his hand on the handle and looks at you.

“You better get the next potion done before I’m back.”

“Alright!” you call but the door are already closed behind him.

A small smirk appears on your face. Finally, after so many lingering gazes and hidden smiles they seem to realize that maybe True Love that Belle was reading about and Rumplestilstkin was looking for is just in front of them.  

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

damalseer replied to your post “Okay so I’m a little bit confusedGreg Berlanti said...”

like you im confused but i hope it is just to make things more fun

I gotta be honest, I’m a little torn. On the one hand, it’s like do we really need another show in the Arrowverse? But on the other hand, it’s kinda weird (at least to me) that Black Lightning will be on the CW but not part of the Arrowverse.

And I mean, they said that Supergirl wouldn’t be part of the Arrowverse initially (and it even originally filmed in LA and BL films in Atlanta) but then it crossed over with The Flash and that was that. Obviously, with it not filming in Vancouver, it would make crossovers difficult but not impossible. And the show itself could exist on a different Earth like Supergirl does.

What do you guys think? Do you think Black Lightning should be incorporated into the Arrowverse?

[belathora]

Victor Z (he's a deadly cinnamon roll) "On my way to the club" "Nobody else can see this" "I’m just doing my job" (any order you wish)

It’s a bit short, sorry about that, hope it works for you though. ♥

Warnings for grumpy Zsasz, maybe a little Dom or Possessive Zsasz. some cursing and light suggestive language

  New Uniform 

     “Is it my Birthday?” Victor took in the outfit you were wearing, he had a big grin on his face. It was not the kind of outfit to leave much to the imagination. Judging from the bulge in your lover’s pants and the way his eyes drank in every inch of exposed skin, he approved of the outfit.

          “Victor you know that it isn’t.” He waved you over to his chair but you didn’t move to him. “I can’t play right now baby. I’m on my way to the club, picking up some extra shifts.”

        “Then why are you dressed like you are ready to fuck me.” Victor pouted. His eyes narrowed when he saw you trying to figure out where the hell the name tag was supposed to go. “No.” Short, simple, and when Victor said it you knew there would be trouble.

        “It’s the new uniform, Vic–”

        “I said, NO!” Victor’s voice cutting you off, making you practically jump out of your skin. “Come here, (y/n).” His voice softer this time. You walked over to where Victor was seated, only to have him pull you into his lap. Fingers trailing along the material that bare covered your tits, “Nobody else can see this much of your skin. All those eyes raking over your skin, I won’t have it.”

       “Victor, please don’t be like this…” Victor pulled you closer to him nuzzling into your neck.

        “I’m just doing my job, sweetness. Keeping you away from all those drunk pricks trying to paw at you.” You let out an audible sigh. “You go put on your old uniform. I am going to have words with your boss.” Victor noticed the look on your face, “What?”

        “I had to trade the old one in, to get this one.” Judging, from the look on Victor’s face, it might be a good idea to call in sick and look for new employment.

[fanfic-collection]

i haven't seen this around but if you have then you can skip this. Tony has a friend who is in Cirque du Soleil (as a performer) she gives Tony tickets to watch the most recent show. He always had a crush on her but he never did anything. Thor and Loki go and they recognize her as one of the Noble's daughter who ran away/went missing years before Thor 1. Loki loves/cares for her and makes the moves on her before Tony can.

I don’t know a lot about Cirque de Soleil, I’ll have to think on it but I’m not very confident I’ll write it...

[faith-in-dean]

@damalseer replied to your post: “Cuando Dios invento la belleza se inspiro en ti” ...

actually that says “when god created beauty he was inspired by you”

I know lol I switched it up because I’m tired haha

[silentwaters4]

I just read your blind reader and it’s cute! Is it possible to get a sequel where Hux or Mitaka walks in when you and Ren are talking and scare both of them with your hearing skills (like their shoes make noise when walking)

It’s in the queue for ya, rabbit! Thanks for the request!