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scopOphilic_micromessaging_1651 - scopOphilic1997 presents its micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2026)

Abby looked left and right, eyeing both entrances to the kitchen of the Burrow before snatching a biscuit off the plate on the table.

Molly had taken them out of the oven not ten minutes ago and they were warm, and gooey, and absolutely delicious--

"What are you doing?"

Abby stuffed the rest of the biscuit in her mouth and turned around, spotting Harry in the doorway.

"Nothing," she said, gulping down a rather large bite.

Harry gave her a frown and walked in, eyeing the plate of biscuits. "You ate one, didn't you."

At that moment, Molly walked in, smiling at them both before taking in their expressions.

"Is something the matter?" she said.

Harry sighed heavily as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. "The Healer said Abby should stay away from dairy. She's been breaking out into hives and getting nauseous. But the first moment I leave her alone, she's got her hand in the biscuit jar--literally."

Abby clicked her tongue. "Oh, come off it, Harry. It was only one!"

"One was clearly enough to do the trick yesterday," he said, before looking at Molly. "She was up at the crack of dawn vomiting for hours."

"It could have just been the regular morning sickness," she said, crossing her arms.

"That's not what the Healer said--"

"Oh, enough with the Healer already!" Abby said, throwing her hands up. "The Healer this, the Healer that. Why don't you go and marry him!"

"Maybe I should!" Harry said. "I'm sure he'd be more reasonable about his own health!"

At this point, Molly decided to step in. "All right then," she said, rubbing soothing circles on Abby's back. "Why don't we all just take a breather. Abby, let's go out in the garden for a bit. It's beautiful out."

"Fine," she mumbled, giving Harry a small glare that she knew was immature.

Once outside, she exhaled loudly and sat down on the swing next to Molly, staring out at the flower beds in silence.

"I know I'm being a brat," Abby said. "I know he does it because he cares, you don't have to tell me. It's just annoying sometimes."

Molly chuckled softly. "I wasn't going to tell you anything of the sort, dear. I just figured you both needed some space."

Abby looked at her and gave her a grateful smile. "I'm so happy about this baby. And obviously I love him. But sometimes, he's just so..."

"Harry?" Molly finished for her.

"Yeah, that," Abby said, amused. "It's like all the bits of his personality that usually are only slightly irritating have become extremely irritating now that I'm pregnant. Please don't tell me this is going to be the rest of our lives."

Abby dropped her head into her hands. She felt the woman's hand on her back, warm and steady. The simple presence of it brought a comfort to her that she didn't know she'd been craving. The touch of woman, older and wiser. The touch of a mother.

For the longest time, she'd thought she'd gotten most of her grieving out of the way. But now that she was pregnant, now that she was going to be a mother herself...she felt new parts of that grief come rushing forth.

Maybe it wasn't just Harry being overly protective that was affecting her mood lately.

She wanted her mum. It was as simple as that.

"This won't be the rest of your lives," Molly said gently. "Harry's always been protective. But after everything he's been through, I imagine it's only gotten more extreme. And it's not that he doesn't trust you--no. He's just so afraid, he feels like even the smallest bit of control might keep his head above water."

Abby nodded in understanding. "I'm scared, too,' she admitted.

"Of course you are, my dear," Molly said, brushing a hand down her hair. "It's the scariest and loveliest thing, having a child. Just as all the best parts of life are. But I'll tell you what I told Harry before he became a father for the first time..."

"What's that?" Abby said, lifting her head up.

"You've got a whole army of people around you, ready and willing and so happy to help," she said. "You will never be alone."

Shutting her eyes, Abby felt a tear slip down her face. Without another word, Molly leaned in and hugged her close.

And Abby realized in the back of her mind that both women were grieving different losses.

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written for the Kinktober 2017 prompt "06: Deep-throating/Face-sitting" (available on AO3)

Jane likes it when Loki licks into her softly, like a cat with cream, kisses sprinkled on her inner thighs, cool fingers tugging at her labia and sliding gently inside. He treats her like a goddess, knelt at her feet in supplication, his silver tongue and worshipping touch the gifts given to her altar.

She likes it better when he’s a she, and she has a soft breast to kiss and suckle at while Loki grinds down upon her thigh, her knee in just the right place for Jane to thrust her hips forward and press her clit against.