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kaisntbreathing · 2 months

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could you please do charlie meeting you and lucifer newborn daughter for the first time??

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞

AHHHHHH YES THAN YOU @mxxny-lupin I ABSOLTELY LOVE THIS IDEA THAN YOU <3 I didn't have the motivation to write a full one shot so I decided to do a mini one shot leading into headcanons, hope you enjoyed them nonetheless.

𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, t𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.

𝐓𝐰'𝐬

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭

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E n j o y < 3

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Your hands trembled as you held the test in your hands as tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you read the test a smile graced your lips. Months and months of trying for a baby with Lucifer you'd almost given up, but you held the proof your waiting had finally paid off.

You reached for the door handle of the bathroom as you slowly moved forward out of the room as you saw nervous looking Lucifer your loving husband.

Looking up at you with his red and yellow eyes with burning curiosity and fear as you smiled and that's all the sign he needed before rushing to your side holding you close to him.

"We did it? Really?"

❂ He's overall ecstatic about the entire pregnancy since he only has one daughter as soon as he finds out he's having another one, he's over the moon about it.

❂ Also you don't have a choice but to take it easy for the entire pregnancy from the day he finds out you're immediately no longer allowed to do any kind of work.

❂ Not that you were allowed to anyways

❂ Charlie knows almost immediately after Lucifer finds out and she is also over the moon her eyes light up and she makes happy noises and squeals.

❂ She's excited to become a big sister ever since she was little she's always wanted to sibling.

❂ When you start to grow a baby bump both Charlie and Lucifer get REALLY protective of you and only some people are allowed to touch you.

❂ Lucifer loves to fall asleep listening to the baby's heartbeat.

❂ When it comes time to give birth Lucifer is nothing but a ball of nerves. If he can't be by your side then he's pacing around mumbling.

❂ Once the baby is born he rushed to your side saying praises about how he's so proud of you and if you we're ok.

❂ When he sees you in the bed holding your little girl he nearly cries (spoilers, He does)

❂ Charlie has a similar reaction when you guys come to the hotel carrying your newborn daughter that looks more like you than Lucifer but still has his eyes, Charlie's almost screams as she runs towards you.

❂ "I-It's....Is that my little sister?! She's so cute! Can I hold her?!"

❂ Vaggie has to literally pry Charlie away from the baby in order for you guys to hold her Charlie is a crying mess as she hold her little sister.

❂ Ever since she was born she remembers wanting a little sibling this is like a dream come true for her and she wouldn't have it any other way.

❂ As the baby gets older you realize that the child has inherited Lucifer's powers just as Charlie and he couldn't be more ecstatic.

❂ You both decided to name her Judas or Judy for short and Charlie is an amazing big sister offering to babysit whenever you guys needed a break and you couldn't be more grateful for it since Charlie is amazing with kids.

❂ Even though you're not Charlie's biological mother she still calls you mom and treats you like her mother although Charlie still loves Lilith to death, you're more of a mother than she is.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #kai #xreader #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader #character x reader #character x you

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creedslove · 7 months

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The Millers 💖

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: an insight of Joel's married life with you and fatherhood of a little boy

Inspired by this post after I fell in love with the idea of Joel being a dad to a baby boy 💙

Warnings: fluff and Joel Miller being the best husband and father in the world

A/N: idk besties, I love Joel and I want him to be happy 😭🥺

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When Joel had Sarah, everything was harder; he was too young to take that much of a responsibility by himself and yet he did it. Giving up his dream and short term plans, he saw himself seeking a steady job to provide for himself and his baby daughter, and for that he worked hard. Joel Miller had to work his ass off in order to make sure his family would be well taken care of. However, he loved that tiny little baby girl with all his heart, and it was that love that gave him the strength and the perseverance to fight things off and make sure his daughter had everything he could give her. Luckily to him, he did a pretty good job at raising her, stated fact as she blossomed into a beautiful, lovely and kind-hearted young woman, who gave him nothing but happiness and pride when she managed to get into a top-notch university, after all, she was the smartest kid he'd ever met.

He didn't know exactly what to do after he dropped her off in college, returning to the home that had been filled with her presence, her laughter, her joy and her things, was now a home Joel would have to live in alone and occasionally sharing with his laid-back brother. He was still fairly young, he had a successful business and he thought he would spend his next decades leading a quiet, comfortable life, with a lot of work, some fun, some night stands and that was it.

Meeting you wasn't planned, but it ended up being one of the best, sweetest surprises life had given him, and still, he had never thought it would end up in marriage. He figured you two would be together until you got tired of him and found someone better, he wouldn't blame you, he always thought you deserved more, even if it broke his heart. Turns out you didn't want anyone better, younger or wealthier, you wanted him, exactly like he wanted you, so despite Joel being a stubborn man, you showed him your love and you ended up married to the love of your life. Not bad at all.

However, he had never thought of having a second child. Not that he was against it, but he just figured it wouldn't happen at all, he had gone through all of it with Sarah, so he didn't see himself restarting it from the very beginning… that is until you came with a positive pregnancy test and Joel realized he was going to be a father. You were going to be a mother and you two would become parents. It took him some seconds to let the news sink in, he was shocked, he was not going to lie… he knew you two should've discussed the possibility of having kids and how that would affect your marriage and daily life, but since you were already pregnant, he saw that ship had already sailed.

He was terrified, but also couldn't hide the fact he was so happy to be doing that with you, before he knew it would be different than the first time, where he had to handle a newborn on his own and became a single parent, instead you would do it as a couple, together, building up a family, you were about to become The Millers and he fucking loved that.

Over the course of his life, Joel had to learn to be a girl dad, task that wasn't easy at all, he had no idea one day he would have to learn about Disney princesses, and Barbies, and My Little Pony shit and all the sparkly glittery Sarah was so crazy about when she was a kid. And for a rough guy like himself, he had done a decent job. Which was why his whole perspective had changed the moment he learned you and him were having a little boy.

Joel felt like his heart had stopped for a moment, it was the second time you nearly gave him a heart attack during your marriage. It was so new to him, to know that in a matter of months he was having a little boy. He thought of all the things he would like to do some day, such as teach him how to play the guitar, take him to sports matches, play soccer after Sunday lunches, take him to work… there was just an infinity of things he could try. He was excited.

When you and Joel decided to turn the guest room into nursery, was when he began wondering if his son would be the dinosaur kind of kid, or if he would be into space stuff, animals, or whatever, and just to be safe, Joel bought some of each of the items; that way his little boy could choose whatever he wanted and Joel would be a proud dad not matter what.

Three years after you broke the news to him, Joel prepared himself to leave home and come back home every night to his beautiful wife and his sweet little toddler. It terrified him how time flew by and in the blink of an eye, his beautiful Samuel Miller went from a tiny little baby, to a sweet chatty toddler, and in a matter of time he would become a teen and then an adult. It felt like an exaggeration, but that was what happened to Sarah. He just didn't want to miss out on his son's life, he didn't want to waste precious family moments by working too much. Money was a need, but so was his family, and that was why Joel hated the fact he had to work until that late, he knew you would be gladly waiting for him, but Sammy would be just asleep by the time he finally made it back home. He sighed, as he really enjoyed spending time playing trucks, cars, or blocks with his little man.

He got off his truck and walked to the door, opening it to find a nearly quiet home, the sound of TV was there, though it was low enough for him to be aware you were still awake, but he was sure his boy was already in bed. That was why it made Joel so surprise to moment he saw a tiny little thing waddling towards him, his messy little brown curls showed he had already got cuddles from his mommy, which caused him to he sleepy, judging by the way he rubbed his tired little brown eyes - exactly like Joel's.

"Daddy?" He whispered and smiled tiredly the moment he spotted Joel, rushing to him and hugging him tight, giggling adorably the moment his daddy lifted him up and tiny arms wrapped around Joel's neck. "Miss you daddy"

"Miss you too, Sammy… were you nice to your mommy? Did you take good care of her?" He saw his son nodding obediently and you resting against the doorframe, smiling at them. Your heart was a puddle of love each time you saw how good Joel was with your little boy. You walked to them, caressing Sammy's head gently and pecked Joel's lips

"There's dinner for you" you winked at your husband and got his plate out of the oven, as it was still warm and placed it on the table. You walked to him and tried taking Sammy, but he shook his head "no mommy, stay with daddy please" he gave you the puppy eyes and then turned to Joel "can we play trucks after dinner, daddy?" He asked with a yawn and rested his little body against his dad's stomach, fighting sleep as hard as he could.

While Joel ate, Sammy just stayed quiet, his small hands gripping his daddy's wrist and holding his watch. He shook his head when Joel offered him some food, all he wanted was to play trucks with his daddy.

Joel was still hungry and he was eager to finish that amazing plate you'd made him, but he couldn't simply continue eating while his boy wanted to spend precious time with him. He wrapped his arm gently around Sammy's tummy and got up, taking his son with him

"Daddy is done eating, let's play now, okay? But let's play in your room because our trucks are so noisy and we can't bother mommy" he tickled his son, as he used his trick to convince Sammy to play a little in bed before tucking him in. Sammy on the other hand, could barely contain his excitement, he rubbed his tired eyes once more, but this time the giggles came easy as he was taken to his bed by his father. He sat down comfortably and asked Joel to pick his yellow and blue truck: it was his favorite, given by his big sister Sarah on his last birthday. The man smiled at the thought of it, how his kids were adorable, even if the age gap between them was expressive, Sarah was every bit of sweet to her baby brother, and Sammy simply loved her. He handed his son the truck and sat by the edge of the bed. As they engaged in the activity, Sammy told his daddy silly nothings, giggled and smiled, until he was overpowered by sleep. He lay down in bed, and Joel placed the truck on the floor, taking the fluffy dinosaur blanket and covered Sammy. His big hand caressed his son's beautiful face. He might look like Joel, but he was every bit of sweet and lovely as his mommy, you, the woman Joel loved the most and he was so thankful for having given him the best present a man could have: a family.

"Night night daddy"

"Night Sammy, daddy loves you"

"I love you too, daddy"

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helvegen-s · 5 days

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Rage, rage | one

Prologue | one | two | three

Pairing: Azriel x Hybern!Princess!OC

Summary: Nimue was a gift for the King of Hybern. His shining jewel, the perfect heir. However, she is clear about who the villain of the story is. When she saves her father's enemies from a tragic end, she realizes that now it's the Cauldron who has a gift for her: a mate.

Warnings: PTSD, description of injuries, bad language, the King of hybern (jumpscare), if there is anything more, please let me know.

A/N: so here it is, the first part. I really hope you enjoy it and that you get to love Nimue just as much as I do. Any kind of support is greatly appreciated! 🥰

Standing in the middle of that enormous training ground, Nimue counted the scars on her hands one by one: first her left hand, tracing each one with her right thumb; then her right hand, tracing each one with her left thumb. It had become a ritual, something that anchored her back to the physical world, slowly pulling her away from her daydreams.

Once again, she felt the weight of her body on her own bones, on her own muscles. A couple of deep breaths, and with the short sword in her hand, she began the series of exercises again. The same series of exercises as yesterday, the day before, and for the last twenty years.

Twenty years in which Nimue had grown accustomed to her new life. New, because she knew she had always been there, inside the Cauldron, and against her will those hands had torn her away from her place, her home. She had ended up in Hybern, locked in a castle and with a princess title she didn't know where it came from, as she shared no genetic bond with the man who called himself her father, the King of Hybern.

The King of Hybern, who with the Cauldron in his hands and desperate to conceive a powerful heir, had submerged his poor and naive concubine in the poisonous water of the Cauldron. The woman, pregnant with the king's offspring and terrified of disobeying the cruel king's orders, obeyed.

Thus, the liquid of the Cauldron separated skin from muscle, muscle from tendon, tendon from bone, and the poor woman who screamed dissolved like salt in water. Before the eyes of the entire court, the King had burned one of his concubines alive, and in return, a young girl had emerged from the Cauldron. Nimue, The Radiant, the daughter of the king, created by the Cauldron.

Nimue knew all this because in the depths of her bones, and only when she let her guard down, she felt the despair of her mother when she was submerged. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel her own muscles dissolving, melting, the bones crunching and bursting, the muffled screams, the life of the poor woman extinguishing.

That only filled her with rage. A rage that boiled inside her, in every fiber of her being. Sometimes she let it grow, let it spread through every drop of her blood, like poison disguised in wine: she shaped it to her liking, gave it the form she wanted. She shaped her rage into swords, laying waste to entire legions with her rage, burning entire forests with her rage...

One could only imagine that in the face of such destruction, her "father" would be angry. No one wanted a daughter who killed hundreds of soldiers every time she trained. However, the reaction was completely opposite: a smile, some congratulations, a pat on the back, a kiss on the forehead, a small hug...

Small displays of affection that Nimue drank as if she were dying of thirst. After all, he was her "father".

Children are meant to make their parents proud. Or that's what she told herself every night before falling asleep.

She stopped abruptly before finishing her last set of exercises and looked up.

Above her, in the corridor surrounding that enclosed training ground, courtiers of her father, guards, servants, people who stopped to admire her if they had the time, kept passing by. Sometimes they made comments about the natural grace with which her movements seemed to defy gravity itself. Every gesture of hers was fluid and harmonious, as if she were in perfect harmony with the universe around her. It was so, because after all, the world around her had come from the Cauldron. And she was the Cauldron.

Sometimes, however, they made comments about the monster the King had created. An aberration.

With a flick of her wrist, her weapon disappeared into the air, she spun around, and left that training ground. She walked through the halls of the Palace, navigating intersections and crossing doors until she reached the very center of her home. The great stone cavern where the throne was situated. Even before entering, she could hear the voice of the King, and without entering the room, she listened.

"My patience is running out, filthy rats. If you don't know how to do your job, I'll have you thrown to the nagas, and let them do whatever they please with you, you pack of useless scoundrels."

Nimue entered the cavern, her gaze forward and her chin high, those airs of superiority she knew belonged to her. She walked among those present, who made way for her, feeling the hairs on their necks stand at attention in the presence of the princess. With a determined step, she approached her father, who only raised and lowered his eyebrows in response.

"What's the problem, father?" Oh, that mask of innocent girl that many swallowed. She might even dare say that sometimes, the King himself took her for naive, for innocent. When she was anything but, far from it.

She carefully observed the situation: before her father, and kneeling before the steps of the throne, were four of the six spies she knew her father had designated in Prythian, specifically in the Night Court. Among them, two bodies completely mutilated, almost unrecognizable. However, Nimue recognized them as the other two spies that were missing. She lifted her head and let the smell of blood penetrate her nose, savoring it on her palate. That's when she noticed the slightest hint of cedar and mist. She frowned and looked at her father.

"It's nothing, my sweet child. I'm just dealing with these useless ones," the King turned sharply towards those men, who, under the scrutiny of father and daughter, only sank deeper into their shame. With their heads bowed to the ground, they trembled so much that Nimue could hear the chatter of their teeth. "Do your job and find out everything. Everything. And if you have to kill that petty High Lord, you will."

Nimue did everything to hide her smile. She knew those four useless men stood no chance against that High Lord her father spoke of. She knew, because in the Cauldron, she saw the shadow of Rhysand: a vast pit, as deep as the greatest of lakes, and as black as darkness itself, so dark that Nimue saw her own scarlet eyes reflected in it.

By the Mother, Nimue doubted if her own father, without the aid of the Cauldron, would be a match for that vast darkness that undulated within High Lord Rhysand.

The King raised his hand, and with a gesture, all those present in the throne room bowed respectfully and left the without a word.

Nimue turned, ready to leave, but the King pointed at her and shook his finger. With the same hand, he made a gesture, as if pulling on a leash.

A leash that Nimue had worn around her neck since she had been torn from the Cauldron, and whose end her father held, with an iron grip. It was invisible, but when she even thought about how happy it would make her to leave the confines of the Palace, to see the world, she felt its weight around her neck, as if the King was her executioner and the leash his axe.

"Yes, father?" Her tone, completely compliant, made a fleeting smile cross the King's face.

"You will fight for me in this war, won't you, my dear?" he asked, voice so poisonous she almost gagged. Nimue felt her blood boil, her rage consuming her. "You will fight for me and win for me. I will release you onto the battlefield and you will descend upon them like rain upon dry earth. You will sow the fields with their blood, because that's what I've made you for, my Radiant jewel."

The marks of her nails digging into her palms turned into wounds, and when her magic closed them, she clenched her fists again, reopening them.

"Yes, father. I will be your weapon."

She felt the leash loosen, and with a pleased smile on his face, her father gave her permission to leave.

When she was out of the King's sight, Nimue imagined the thousand ways she would slit that old, rotten man's throat.

Azriel let out a sigh, his own breath forming clouds in front of his face.

What was that pressure in his chest? Where was all that irrational rage coming from, burning his chest and taking his breath away?

His shadows swirled around his shoulders, buzzing and whispering to each other.

He did everything he could, searching in the depths of his being for the calm he needed at that moment.

Yes, rage, rage. We are furious.

Yes, that's it, furious.

Azriel clicked his tongue and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the incessant fluctuations of his shadows. He seemed like a horse shaking itself to get rid of the flies that tormented it so much.

"What's troubling you?" Cassian asked. A playful smile on his face while his gaze was fixed on some point in the city spread out before them. "It seems like your shadows are giving you a hard time."

"Never," Azriel replied without hesitation. He sighed again, rubbing his chest with one hand, right where that pressure seemed like it was about to pierce his body. "I feel like hitting something, someone. But it's not my desire, it feels strange."

Cassian burst into laughter as he leaned on the balcony rail. He closed his eyes for a moment, sinking into that brief moment of peace and enjoying the sunlight, before turning to look at his lifelong brother.

"I think we should call Madja. The spirit of Amren seems to have gotten into you and we'll have to get rid of it before you start giving us all dirty looks," he said, with a serious expression all of a sudden.

Azriel looked at him, raising an eyebrow and then sighing, ignoring the usual delusions of the Illyrian.

Both let the topic pass when they heard footsteps coming from inside the house. Cassian crossed the balcony threshold first, and while Azriel enjoyed a few last seconds of calm and sunshine before going back inside, he felt a pain in the palms of his hands. Stabbing, throbbing.

How strange, it had been a long time since the old scars on his hands had caused him sudden discomfort.

He would ask Madja for some ointment.

Because that's what it was, right?

As Cassian and Morrigan's voices echoed in the dining room, Azriel continued to prolong that moment of stability as much as he could. He felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, about to take a step forward without looking at what lay beyond. So as long as he could, he would enjoy those rays of sunshine, that scent of home, those views of the city they were rebuilding after Hybern's attack, hearing his friends laugh, and knowing that this was his place.

He went over the plan day and night since he and his family had conceived it: arrive, enter, break the Cauldron, and get out of there before the King even realized that they had snuck in.

It was perfect. There were variables, of course, but for the hundreds of unforeseen events Azriel had imagined, hundreds of solutions had been devised. It was perfect, and he trusted the plan.

But he felt so out of sorts...

Rage, it consumes us. It burns us.

Rage, rage.

It wasn't him, it wasn't his rage. He felt his own skin, his body, filled with emotions that weren't his. Like a container of some chemical mixture about to explode.

By the Mother, maybe he had eaten something strange at yesterday's dinner. Or perhaps it was the wine afterward, or maybe the countless drinks that followed at Rita's...

Because that's what it was, right?

#azriel x oc #azriel imagine #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar fic #acotar #acotar fanfiction #cassian #rhysand #azriek x female!reader

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lina-lovebug · 1 year

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I Will Protect You

Adam Warlock x fem! Reader

Reader is Gamora and Nebula younger sister. Seems to be a trend with Thanos' daughters to fall for goofy men.

Warnings: ptsd, torture, cursing

Adam did not know love.

He knows his mother loved him. That even though his sole purpose was to kill and work for the Sovereign, he could feel his mother's love for him.

But being in love?

He never thought about it. It was never a priority, especially as a killer who would have no business being intrigued by anything else other than what he was ordered.

"You are an idiot."

"What?"

"But I must say I admire your technique. Staring is also how I got my wife to notice me. Although I did it for hours on end until she noticed."

Drax told Adam, who was staring longingly at (Y/N), the sister to Gamora and Nebula and their resident healer. Adam watched as a pink light emitted from her palms, healing a small injury on one of the children's knees.

"She's very pretty," Adam breathed out. Yes, he had seen specimens that were 'perfect', but you were something entirely different. Your laughter was genuine and kind, and your smile held no ill intentions behind it.

"Drax, I feel sick when I am around her. Like my stomach gets all fuzzy and weird, and-and I can't think straight. Did she poison me?" Adam asked, wondering truly if you despised him secretly.

After all, your first encounter was not a good one.

Adam recalled being beneath you as you held a blade to his throat, pressing it hard enough to draw blood and the rage in your eyes was something to remember.

He now held a small scar on his neck.

"Silly golden man," Drax patted his shoulder, "you love her."

"Love? Are you sure?" He glanced back to where you were but you disappeared.

"What should I do?"

Oh if only he should have known that Drax was the worst person to ask for advice.

"I'm sorry."

I turned around to see Gamora. Her arms were crossed, she was guarding herself, as she looked at me with sad eyes.

"You have nothing to-"

"You had someone who was openly loving and caring, and that's not me," I swallowed a lump in my throat. Gamora changed once she realized that Nebula and I just needed a sister, not a combat partner. I saw her make that effort, and she learned my love languages and learned who I was as a person.

When she died, I felt a part of myself die with her.

And when this new Gamora, or old Gamora, had shown up, I wanted that back. But she was just as cruel and as mean as when we first fought and she beat me.

"Wow, you don't think I know that?" I retorted, avoiding eye contact as I continued to polish my knives.

"From our first fight when Thanos pit us against each other, I knew you were only looking out for the best. That you needed to be the golden girl in order to survive, but did you know what he did?" I asked, finally looking at her.

"Yeah, Nebula-"

"No, not to Nebula," I interrupted, standing up.

"When I was eight and kept losing, he didn't just lock me in my room. He had Ebony Maw do things to me. . .he started slow by making incisions in my back to see how much I could scream, and then did this," I lifted up my shirt and her eyes widened.

"He started putting viles inside of me that he found on other planet's to see how my body would react to them. That's how I got my power to heal," I explained, "but every experiment, every needle - it left behind this."

My stomach and back held my memories. It was littered in scars that would never go away and ruined me.

"I-I didn't-"

"No one knew. Not even Nebula until a few years ago," I admitted.

"I get why you fought so hard but. . .I don't think I can forgive you."

Gamora looked like she had just seen what hell was like. A light mist formed over her eyes, realizing that whenever she won, someone else had paid the price.

"I know you'll never be her," I admitted, "but you could at least try to act like we were sisters."

"You are," She grasped my hands tightly in her own, "you've always been. I'm sorry I never saw it until now."

I removed myself from her, "I know you mean it, but I'm going to need you to go."

She hesitated but nodded, "ok."

Gamora shut the door behind her and wanted to scream. All of the "What ifs" plagued her mind, wondering what would have happened if only she had noticed sooner. But before any tears could escape, she heard a shuffle and spotted the golden boy lurking.

He looked just like she did.

Shocked and furious.

"If you do anything to hurt her, I will slit your throat in your sleep," Gamora told him before walking off, leaving him stunned.

The mere thought of someone making you cry made Adam furious beyond belief, but torturing you? Seeing how loud you could scream - how much pain you could take?

He didn't know understand love but that was not it.

Adam was initially going to go to your room and try to 'woo' you, as Drax said to do. But now, all he felt was rage. He knew Thanos was dead, along with everyone who worked for him, so he didn't know where to put this anger.

"(Y/N)?"

"Adam, now is not a good ti-" as I turned around to face him, all I saw was anger. Red flashed across his face, just like the first time we fought.

"Adam? Are you okay?" I questioned.

"I-I feel angry, and I don't know what to do. I want to kill him," Adam ranted.

"Kill him? Who?"

"Thanos."

The name still left a mark on my mind and it made me want to vomit.

"He-he's dead, Adam," I said.

"I know. But he needs to pay for what he's done to you. It isn't fair. No one so kind, so generous and loving should ever experience that," He ranted, unknowingly confirming that Adam knew exactly what Thanos did to you.

"You heard. . ." This was my fear. I finally found someone who makes me smile and makes my heart race whenever we're together, and he knows.

He knows I'm fucked up. He knows I have ugly scars that'll never disappear. He knows I have a dark childhood. He knows I'm-

He shook me from my mind by placing his hands on my shoulders, "I want to protect you. From now on, no one will ever lay a hand on you again. I'll do whatever it takes, (Y/N), I promise."

"Why?"

"Drax says it's because I love you. I only knew my mother's love but I know that when I see you, I want to make you smile. I want you to be happy and always laughing and never upset."

Love? Shit, I didn't know the first thing about it. I always thought that the torture and the lectures were love because a father always wants you to do your best. But after the guardians, I felt lost. This friendship and trust, it was love, but how could I ever replicate that?

"Adam, are you. . .sure?"

He was caught off guard, "yes, I am. Do you not love me?"

"I do, but I don't know how to express that. You deserve someone who does," I told him.

"What do you do with someone you love?" He questioned.

"You hug them, you show that you're there for them no matter what, you learn what they like, you show it in physical ways. You kiss-"

"Then kiss me," His boldness made my whole body still and I felt like face become hot.

"What?"

"If you love me, then kiss me," He stated, still as blunt as ever. My heart was running a mile, and my mind was screaming at me to stop.

But I couldn't.

I lifted my face to his and kissed him. I expected it to be a small peck, but my body wanted more. I yearned for his gentle touch and placed his hands on my waist as he gently kissed back, still unsure about his movements. His lips were soft against mine, following what I did. As I pulled away for air, he pulled me back in. It made me gasp as his hands held me firmly, his lips desperate for mine. I felt breathless as he held me closer, and my hands began to venture into his hair.

"Seriously?!"

Peter's voice made me pull back, frightened that he had seen.

"Everyone but me!" He shouted as he walked away, and I was still firm against Adam's chest.

"I thought kissing was a private affair," Adam said, confused.

"Y-yeah, it is, but my door is open. Adam, you're sure you want this? With me?" I asked, still frazzled at the kiss.

"I only want you, and we can learn how to love each together, right?" He said, so innocent but so willing.

"Yes, we can," I smiled.

"I heard of this thing called cuddling and it sounds nice. Can we do that too?"

I gave him a soft kiss, "for however long you want."

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hi, I absolutely love everything you write 😭 So I wanted to ask for something, if you're interested ❤️‍🔥 The request in question would see Azriel partner with a twin sister of Eris Vanserra. The plot I had come up with (feel free to change it to your liking) was that bed grew up with Eris, obviously, but Beron ordered Eris to kill her sister to eliminate doubts about who would be Autumn's heir after Beron, because he obviously didn't want to take the risk of a woman sitting on the throne. Eris obviously didn't kill her sister, but left her hidden in the forest and She always grew up alone. Until the marriage proposal between Eris and Morrigan arrives, and Morrigan, fleeing the arranged marriage, finds Eris's sister in the forest and threatens to hand her over to Beron. if Eris doesn't let her leave. And so Eris makes the deal and frees Morrigan (as we saw Az going to get her). Feel free to create how Az finds it. And I would love it if you didn't write a mean Eris, because I really like him 😭 and I think he would be a kind brother to his twin sister 😭❤️‍🔥

Sorry if this was too long or the story didn't please you, or it was confusing, I'm using the translator, so there must be an error. Sorry 💗💗

Trapped mate.

Azriel x f!Vanserra!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; mentions of death, blood and abuse.

Thank you! I hope this is what you had in mind! Feel free to send more requests I really enjoyed this one.

Everyone believed that Lucien was abused and despised by Beron because he probably wasn’t his son, and they were wrong it sure was one of the reasons but not the main one. The main one was that Beron was/is a horrible creature filled with hatred and malice and you were the living proof of that. You are Beron’s daughter and yet he despises you. You were born one minute later than Eris, and the moment the healer announced “female” Beron’s smile turned into a scowl and he left the room without one glance at you. Growing up he never showed you any interest and this resulted to you clinging onto Eris. Your brother became the only male idol in your life. You did everything together, he was the only one who gave you affection and love and you knew that he would risk his life for you, as a matter of fact he already did it 124 years ago when Beron realized that you were a possible heir to his throne and freaked out ordering Eris to take you in the forest on a ‘hunting trip’ and kill you, then say that you had an accident. You knew your father, he could order anyone else to do this, but he wanted to toughen Eris up, he wanted to make Eris like him -a monster. But your brother was and still is good and he loves you more than his own self, he says that you are his other half, the light in his soul. So, he took you to the forest and hid you in a cabin he owned there, and found a witch to cast a spell so no one could ever find the cabin. You grew up there alone, Eris would visit you once a month because he didn’t want to raise suspicions if he frequently disappeared, and Beron watching him like a hawk since he never showed him your corpse wasn’t making his visits any easier. The last time he came he informed you that the witch who cast the spell was dead, and he needed to find another one to keep you hidden, then he begged you to stay in the cabin no matter what.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You were cooking when a scream echoed through the forest, it sounded like a female, another one followed more heartbreaking than the other, she sounded hurt and frightened. You placed the ladle on the counter and removed the kettle from the fire, your worry and curiosity taking over as you walked towards the door. You cracked the door and peeked outside, no one was there. You opened it further and stepped outside and then you saw her, a naked blonde female covered in blood, a note was nailed to her womb. You gasped and ran to her, she flinched back when she saw you. “Its okay you’re safe, don’t worry I got you” you said softly and wrapped her arm around your neck, helping her to your cabin. You laid her on the couch and hurried off to find a cloth and a bowl to fill with warm water. After gathering everything you needed you went back, she was watching your every move. “I’m going to clean your wounds” you informed her and knelt in front of her.

“You look like Eris” she whispered, and you froze. Could you reveal the truth to her? What if she went to Beron? Your silence confirmed her suspicions and she gasped.

“You are Eris’ twin sister… you didn’t die” she exclaimed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have never seen the lordling” You wrinkled your nose at the title, but you needed to sound convincing.

She stared at you and hissed when you removed the nail from her womb. “You need to see a healer” you informed her.

“I can’t go out there, Eris is probably looking for me” she replied.

“Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows. She pointed to the note, and you read it, you gasped and leaned back. “You are his fiancé?” you asked wide-eyed.

“Ex fiancé… anyway thank you for this I just need to rest and then I’ll be on my way” she said and leaned back letting you clean her wounds.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 🍁 🍂 ☁️˙✧˖°

You were searching your closet for clothes she could borrow when the sound of horses’ hooves crushing the fallen leaves filled the silence. You straightened your back and peeked through the window. Eris.

The blonde female raised from the couch and looked at you. “Its okay” you told her and moved to stand in front of her. “I’m sorry” she mumbled and before you could ask why the door burst open and Eris strolled in, his eyes widening when he noticed the female behind you. “What is she doing here?” he asked you. “She was hurt and frightened Eris, because of you” you narrowed your eyes. “I couldn’t leave her out there she would die”.

“You just invited a wolf in your house” Eris growled, and the female smirked.

“Now that you are here my beloved, I’ve already reached to Rhysand, and he knows about your sweet sister. Azriel is coming to get me and if you even try to stand in my way, Rhys will inform your daddy about his daughter’s resurrection.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Eris’ hurt expression. What have you done? You moved away from her, the clothes you found dropping at her feet. Eris pushed you behind him and spoke.

“Okay get dressed I will escort you there”. “Oh there’s no need for that, he is coming here.” She shrugged and got dressed.

You were sitting on the armchair hugging your knees, Eris was pacing and Mor -as Eris informed you- was sprawled on your couch, the smirk never leaving her face.

Suddenly darkness swirled in front of your door and a winged figure appeared, when the darkness disappeared the most handsome male you have ever seen walked in. He was tall, his body broad and strong and his face… his face was angelic even though his expression was made from sin and ice. His hazel eyes stared at you, and you swore you could see all the stars inside them. You almost moaned at the sight, and then you felt it, a thread binding your soul to his and it snapped.

He flinched and his eyes widened.

“You’re my mate” you whispered.

Eris and Mor blinked, their eyes moving between the two of you frantically.

“Oh no no no no” Eris laughed sarcastically.

The male turned his attention to him. “Your sister is the only reason I’m letting you live Vanserra” he growled. “Let’s go, Cassian is waiting at the border” he offered a hand to Mor and when she reached him, he guided her outside flared his wings and they were gone.

You were standing in front of the armchair, staring at the door. You were frozen in your spot.

“Did he just leave?” you asked.

“Yeah, but he is coming back, Azriel is way too stubborn to let go of you. We need to leave.” Eris said and grabbed his coat.

“Eris wait…” he stopped and looked at you. “What if I go with him? I have no life here, I’m alone… Beron doesn’t have to know, I will stay hidden.”

“Azriel is an illyrian bastard… you are way too good for him.” He growled.

“I don’t care! Cauldron, you sound like our father right now” you groaned. “Do you want me to stay trapped here? Alone and miserable…”

Eris let out a sigh “you are right… but I won’t get to see you again” his voice was barely above a whisper.

“We will find a way for you to visit” you approached him and grabbed his hands. He nodded and pulled you in his arms, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead.

You heard the beating sound of wings and removed yourself from Eris’ embrace. Azriel landed in front of the cabin.

“Even if I don’t like this… you should take her with you, she is on her own here and if Beron finds her, he will kill her.” Eris spoke and Azriel nodded. He offered you his hand and glance at Eris. “I will take care of her, don’t worry”

And with that you walked in your mates embrace, looking at your brother hopefully not for the last time and wishing for a better life far away from your father – Beron.

Requests are open!

Edit: I forgot to write this before, I don’t think I will ever be able to write a mean Eris… I mean he is so hot, maybe I wouldn’t marry him but I would totally fuck him… I’m completely obsessed with Azriel but I would totally cheat on him with Eris 🫢

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kieranxvalentine · 5 months

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Your Love Is My Drug [M. O'hara]

༻♡༺✎ Miguel loved you with all his heart, and he would do anything to protect your peace. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Miguel O'hara x SpiderVariant! Reader ༻♡༺✎ 16+ (Yandere content, mentions of bullying, manipulative tactics (not too obvious), ༻♡༺✎ 1.4k words! ༻♡༺✎ Hi everyone! Please read the little announcment at the end of my story for an update on me! Hope you enjoy! [Hasn't been proofread yet]

“Great another one…” “Does she even know the responsibilities that come with wearing the suit?” “tch..I can see her crumbling in a few days.”

Besides your friends, some of the other spider variants were less than nice to you. It didn’t help that you already kind of knew Miguel from being rescued by him when your universe had a little bit of trouble before you were bitten. He's been involved in your life before you assumed the superhero role.

You walked past the trio, only to hear them snickering at you, making fun of you.

"She's so weak, always having to depend on Miguel..~" "Tch..that's pitiful, I know he's annoyed with her." "She didn't deserve to become a spiderwoman." "She's probably sleeping with him.." "Has to be.." "There's no way he would keep her around.."

You turned on your heels and immediately went to Miguel's Office. You could feel the tears pooling up in your eyes. While yes you found yourself dating Miguel. but that wasn't why you were here.

You were here after unexpectedly becoming spiderwoman.

How he didn’t know you were going to be this universe’s spidervariant surprised you. But he kept you close, already having an unspoken bond with you that he didn’t have with anyone else.

He would ask for you to come to his office just so he could hold you, to remind himself that you were here, that you were okay.

He knew the harshness of the outside world. You were so small compared to him, you needed him for protection, for guidance. You looked up to him. He knew your worth, it’s why he brought you here the moment he discovered you were a spider person.

The two of you spent lots of time together before you even became spiderwoman after seeing him with Jess and Peter im her universe as they chased an anomaly.

Miguel was ever present in your life after that, he felt drawn to you. He knew right then that he had to have you nearby him.

You were addicting, you were so sweet. Always checking in on him after a rough mission, bringing him food from the cafeteria when you’d realize he hadn’t eaten. He realized he was head over heels for you.

He had to have you.

No one else might’ve seen your worth, but he definitely did.

He saw so much in you. He loved you with all his heart, you gave him a sense of peace that no one else had managed to since he lost his daughter. It took him a minute to admit his feelings to you. But when he did he was hooked. You were such a darling.

He called you many pet names, sweet, cavity inducing names and he would hug you every time he saw you, no matter where he was. He needed to hug you, to hold you in his arms at least once a day to remind himself that you were his.

Miguel was protective over you, he would be by your side on missions, always calling you on your watch to make sure you’re doing alright. He didn’t like anyone messing with you. He was your protector.

So when you came up to him with tears in your pretty (e/c) eyes, he grew concerned. He heard your sniffles that you tried to hide as you slowly made your way over to him.

His heart twisted, but he also felt anger pool up inside of him. Who dared to make you cry?..

He hopped down off his platform and walked over, cradling your face in his large hands, wiping away your tears. “What happened?’ He asked and he watched as you averted your gaze.

“Ah..Ah..Ah, look at me, Mi Vida.” He knew you wouldn’t disobey him, you were so attached to him that you wouldn’t dare disobey his orders. Your eyes slowly locked with his once more.

“S..some others..called me useless..they don’t understand why you keep me here,” You say in between hiccups as fat tears continue to roll down your cheeks and Miguel pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back in silence, allowing you to let it all out.

You knew that their words mean nothing, Miguel makes it clear that he only allows the best of the best into the Spider Society. You were consider one of them, you shouldn’t be subjected to this harsh ridicule from people, especially ones that couldn’t even do a mission by themselves without fucking up horribly.

“Mi bebé, tell me who did it, tell me who said it to you..” Miguel wasn’t asking either, he was demanding. He didn’t like seeing his little spider upset, especially by people who were supposed to respect her and treat her as an equal.

“Don’t worry, Your Miggy is going to handle it okay? Why don’t you head on home? I’ll join you after I deal with business here.”

You nodded as he placed a kiss on your forehead before kissing you once more on your lips, whispering soft nothings to you before letting you go.

Miguel watched you leave before his soft grin turned into a menacing glare. He would see personally that this bastards who dared to even speak lowly of you.

See the thing is, Miguel twisted things a little bit, so you could be right beside him. When that canon event happened in your universe, you were supposed to die.

But he couldn’t let that happen, he’d grown attached to you, often visiting you just to calm down after a stressful day of dealing with Spider Society. He couldn’t let you leave this world like that. So he saved you, which caused a minor shift, instead of your roommate becoming a spider variant, you did.

He then approached you with joining the spider society, and the rest of it is history..

You were all his, you depended on him and he enjoyed that.

So to have people questioning why she was here, irritated him to the fullest.

Miguel hopped back up to his platform. “Lyla. Tell those three to come to my office.”

You were cuddled up in the shared apartment you had with Miguel in his universe, you rarely went back home to your own universe as you didn’t have many friends there, and you weren’t on the best terms with your parents after they found out you were spiderwoman.

You loved being here with Miguel, it reminded you of the times you would spend together before you became a super hero.

You jumped slightly, being so lost in your thoughts that your spider senses didn’t even recognized Miguel had come up behind you on the couch. He bent over and kissed your forehead. “Are you okay now?..” He asked and you nodded.

You allowed him to pick you up and hold you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He wanted to cuddle with you, especially after the mess he had to clean up after confronting the three spider idiots that dared speak awful of you.

You were like a drug to him, something that calmed him when he was angry, that reminded him of a time before he had to take on such responsibilities.

He placed you on the bed, placing his head on your stomach as the two of you laid there, enjoying the silence and each other’s presence. Miguel wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten the perfect life he had built, he could see you being his wife, being the mother of his children.

He worked so hard for you to be here with him, he was not going to let some nobodies from random universes get inside of your head and twist your little mind into thinking you were not important.

You were his drug and he would go crazy without you.

While he was laying on your stomach, he was thinking of a way to convince you to leave the spider society, that you were too precious to him, and that the stress you experience wasn't worth it.

He was ready for the conversation, and he was ready to take things into his own hands if you told him no.

Miguel doesn’t see himself as a yandere, he just sees you as his future wife, the love of his life, and someone who he wants to spend his days with.

But he is more of an Protective and Manipulative Yandere, he takes advantage of you naiveness so he could make himself look like your protector.

Oh? You say someone was mean to you? That spider variant will be removed from the spider society.

Someone calls you out your name? Ooo they better hope that they escape before he gets his hands one them.

He puts you on a pedestal, he sees you as his gateway to a life that he so desperately wants once more. Despite knowing what he did to get this.

Miguel loves keeping his eyes on you, as stated before, he had eyes on you everywhere, Lyla wasn’t just his AI assistant she was also yours. Lyla would report back to him on everything that you’ve done throughout the day, who you’ve spoken to and what universe’s you visited.

Miguel wants you to be his perfect wife, and he will do anything and everything so that he can get it. No matter what he has to do, and no matter the cost.

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ohkkotsuu · 9 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. maki zenin

ৎ୭ PAIRING: maki zenin x f!reader (she/her pronouns, afab anatomy)

ৎ୭ ABOUT: having maki as a girlfriend is to be treated like a spoiled princess! nothing but the best for her favorite girl.

ৎ୭ CW/TW: SFW. no-curses au, maki is kind of despised by the zenin clan but she still has A LOT of money, this is like a sugar mommy fantasy im not gonna lie but with TONS of affection and no sex. reader is the daughter of a lesser family. everyone is around 21-26. reader is not exactly a bimbo, but i wrote that thinking about a bimbo-way of acting. this is kinda of nonsensey?

ৎ୭ A/N: english is not my first language and I wanted to write about Maki buying stuff to her gf. this is my first time posting anything I write, im sorry!! i hope you like it.

MAKI is used to disobeying zenin clan's orders. she owes them nothing, and never will. despite her insistence on breaking the rules, they refuse to let her out of the gilded cage that is this family. so she makes things difficult for them.

she thought things couldn't really get good. that even with her eternal struggle, she would still be forever subjected to a putrid rockbottom with no escape. no light, no guiding star. there's when you show up.

the first time she sees you is at a diamond viewing party. of course, a jewel auction for the three clans to squander their wealth, but also for the heirs — the real diamonds — to come forward and form bonds. if not for the arranged marriage, then for the fun and drinking. the illusion of choice gleaming in the eyes of those naive ones makes maki's stomach turn.

most heirs are annoying. she has no idea where mai is (and frankly, she couldn't care less), the youngest boy of the kamo clan is being annoying. everyone is completely stressing her out, not realizing it's all lambs heading to the slaughter. in their lives there is no real life or joy. they will enjoy their families' dirty money, but they won't be happy. everyone is pretending everything is fine, and it's getting on maki's nerves.

so, she grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and leaves the party, her feet leading her to the most secluded place in the house: the garden. only issue is, you had the same idea. sitting on an elegant bench and surrounded by flowers, there's you. it looks like a damn movie scene, she thinks when her heart skips a bit. you don't seem willing to put on a mask to please your family either, if you're sitting on a cold night alone in an elegant garden.

she can see you're trying not to shiver, but the sleeveless dress they've chosen doesn't help against the biting cold. at least the zenin gave her a white (fake) fur coat courtesy. then she walks over, takes the fur off her shoulders and puts it on yours. you look up at her, frowning. you look cute when you frown, she thinks.

“you're going to freeze to death here. keep the coat, I don't need it.” she says simply, sitting beside you without asking. but she didn't need to ask. you were happy.

maki took a sip of champagne, and you took a moment to study her. the black dress hugged her curves and showed off her muscles well. she had an aura of confidence, her hair shorter than most women's. it looked like she'd been through hell and come out stronger. though, you thought, not even Dante could have written such a beautiful, angelic figure.

“so, i'm Maki.” she introduces herself with a smile. you smile back at her. “and you are?”

and that's how it started — the gateway to her paradise.

maki hangs up the phone without a second thought. she doesn't care which idiot wants to marry her. she has everything she needs right here, now, in front of her. she wants to focus on that. you're in an expensive mall coffee shop, finishing your orders when she gets the call. another marriage proposal, another refusal.

“Maki?” your soft voice pull her out of her thoughts. it's like being called by an angel. because that's what you are. her angel. “are you alright?”

“yes, darling, don't worry.” she gives you a reassuring smile and moves her hand to rest over yours on the table. it makes you smile and one day, she swears she's going to combust over your smile. it is the most important smile of her life, the smile she will protect without hesitation. “is the coffee good, angel?”

the petname makes you flustered. you nod, sipping on the coffee. it's the kind of stupidly expensive store, even for a coffee shop. the seats are comfortable and the food is simply delicious. your girlfriend loves to spoil you, after all.

“yes! it's so nice.”

“perfect, dear. do you wanna go to that clothing store after you're done with your food?”

maki can go a little overboard sometimes, but spending money on your favorite things is her way of her showing love. gift giving. moreover, it's an excuse for her to see you trying on nice clothes, feeling good, turning around to show her the extent of the fabric. to her eyes and her eyes only.

the store is so fancy, and has every kind of dress, and it's perfect. she totally let go of her schedule, because no matter how many boring meetings the zenin want her to lead — sitting on a comfortable fancy sofa and watching you twirl in cute dresses is a much better way of spending her time.

“Maki, look! this one is so pretty!” the dress you show her, your favorite color, is amazing on you.

maki is sprawled out in the elegant sofa with light-tone pillows. the whole appearance of the store makes her much more evident, the dark green hair and the black and white laid-back suit make her look powerful. but that's the fun in your dynamic: she's the resting bitch face girlfriend, and you're the one in a cute dress, spending her money like it was your own. because is. all of her is yours.

“yeah. it is.” she smiles softly, raising one of her arms and moving her index finger to call you. “babe, come here. you like this one, right?”

you nod, coming closer. god, you're so pretty, she can't help but think.

her heart is yours, completely in love with all the ways you act. her soul is intertwined with yours, fate decided to bring you together permanently, that's the feeling she has. she is absolutely and completely lost when it comes to you — no one can take her love like you do. and nobody can love her like you do.

maki holds the hem of the dress, feeling the fabric between her hands. she meticulously evaluates, but her biggest focus is on your smile, your happiness — and of course, the dress actually looks great on you. it's a perfect win-win: you look comfortable and pretty.

“so let's take this one too and a couple others. pick whatever you want.” she moves her head to look for an employee. next to your girlfriend, on the same sofa, there is already a pile of dresses of your size. “excuse me, my girlfriend wants to see more dresses like this.”

she says the title with possession, smirking. she grabs one of your hands and bring it close to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“anything else you like, angel? buy anything you want. we'll be using my card.”

anything for her favorite girl.

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dreamfyrie · 1 year

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Aegon Makes The Throne His

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen II x Reader

The first time he called you into the throne room, you were terrified, to say the least. "I've been waiting. Everyone out, and don't let anyone in."

The guards ushered the few people in the room towards the doors, with members of the Small Council objecting. "Your Grace we still have matters to discuss on-."

"Later," Aegon commanded. Being the king looked good on him. He had gained confidence and had a new power in his voice that made people listen to him for the first time in his life.

"Of course. Apologies, Your Grace." You were given pointed looks as they exited. Aegon spending his time with you had never been an issue before, but now that he was king and didn't care about making your relationship obvious, it was becoming a problem.

You had been Aegon’s lover long before he was king. You wondered if the day finally came when he realized he needed heirs and that being with the daughter of a lord from a lesser house wouldn’t be a suitable match. The queen mother was aware of your relationship and was relieved Aegon had found someone he cared about enough to be loyal to and was no longer leaving the Red Keep to whore around in brothels.

She made it very clear to you both that when the day came and Aegon was finally married, your relationship would end. The Queen didn’t expect Viserys to die so soon, though, and thought she’d have enough time to marry Aegon off before he became king.

Now that he was king, Aegon no longer had to listen to his mother, and he had no plans on marrying someone else and ending your relationship. You knew he loved you, but you were still worried, knowing that his mother held enough power to say a few kind words and make him crumble. His need for her approval and his desire for you were always at odds.

Aegon had been acting strange these past couple of days, and his ordering the guards to find and bring you to the throne room scared you.

"Come here, we need to talk." You obeyed him and approached the throne. You thought he was so ashamed of your relationship that he wanted you close so he could tell you as quietly as possible to leave. He didn't want to stain the famous throne room's walls by saying the words aloud.

Aegon was obsessed with you, and the thought of sending you away was something that would have never even crossed his mind. He stood up to face you, slightly tilting his head down to look at you. "Sit," he said, in a voice filled with more authority than you had ever heard come out of him.

You didn’t understand what he meant. Where were you supposed to sit—on the floor? He could see the confusion in your eyes and pointed to the throne. The Iron Throne.

Before you could even process what he had commanded, he had pushed you until you were sitting on it. It was widely known that the throne was uncomfortable to sit on and even cut people. There must be two identical thrones, because this didn’t feel that horrible.

Aegon knew exactly what you were thinking. "Better than you expected?"

You slowly nodded your head, still not sure what was going on or why he called you here in the middle of the day. Whenever you two were together, it was never when it was still light outside. Everyone knew about you, but no one ever said anything, at least not in front of you or Aegon.

Aegon examined the throne and looked down, smirking at you with a playful glint in his eye. "I've had the blacksmith sanding down the throne these past couple of days. The tips of the swords on the throne are dull now, they will no longer cut anyone. I wanted to surprise you. Is it to your liking?"

It truly wasn't as bad as you expected, but why did it matter if you liked it? You weren't ever going to be sitting on it. "Yes, it feels nice. I'm glad you won't be in pain."

"The blacksmith has done well then. He'll be paid generously for making my queen happy."

"You know I hate it when you say that."

"You shouldn't, only the gods know what the future holds," he tries to say innocently.

"Since when do you believe in the gods?"

"They whisper to me sometimes."

"And what do they say?" You replied.

"They tell me if I don't taste you soon, we'll all be damned to the seven hells. It's my duty as king to protect the realm."

Aegon got on his knees in front of you and began pulling your dress up. He took off his crown and laid it on your head. You tried to protest, but he told you to keep it safe for him. He put one of your legs on the armrest and the other over his shoulder, no matter how much he loved them, he needed your legs and his crown out of the way so he could have easier access to you.

It still wasn’t the most comfortable seat to be on, but once you felt the first glide of his tongue and lips covering your most sensitive area, all thoughts of discomfort left your mind. He hooked one arm around your thigh to stop you from squirming while using his free hand to slowly sink a finger inside of you.

"Gods, Aegon. More, I need more."

He added another finger, lazily moving them in and out while looking up at you to watch your face. "Good girl, let me hear you. I ordered everyone out for a reason, you know."

"That feels so—you feel so—I'm."

Aegon maneuvered his experienced hand in such a way that he could pump his fingers into you while using his thumb to rub your clit. You couldn't help the moans and praise leaving your lips, he always knew exactly what you needed. When you began reflexively moving your hips up to meet his fingers, he knew you were ready.

You didn’t even have time to blink before he was tearing your dress off and had you straddling his hips while he sat on the throne.

He smirked at you with his glossy, swollen lips, "That crown looks much better on you than it does on me, perhaps you should keep it."

"It's not really my color. I think I'm more of a gold girl, maybe that blacksmith of yours can make me something."

Aegon let out a chuckle. "Anything you want, say it, and it's yours." He didn’t complain when you removed the crown from your head and placed it back on him. He knew you got turned on seeing him wear it, that was the only reason he hadn’t fed it to Sunfyre.

His hands were roaming your body while you kissed and tasted yourself on his tongue. He loved it when you tasted yourself, even more so when he’d take his fingers straight out of you and make you suck them clean.

You fumbled with the laces of his pants, trying to free his cock. He was already hard and leaking, almost begging to be in you.

"Fuck." The moan that escaped his lips when you started grounding your hips into his was heavenly. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance. This was always his favorite part of sex, watching himself slowly disappear inside of you and feeling how hot and wet you always were. You and him becoming one. The feeling of you wrapped around him, contracting to fit his size, was something he’d never get used to or be willing to give up. It took everything in him to wait for you to get adjusted, but he’d never think about starting before you were ready.

You felt his hands spread over your thighs, massaging you as they slowly made their way to your ass, opening you up. "That's it, relax. You're taking me so well." The mixture of his firm and gentle touches made you melt into him, and the both of you could feel that you were ready.

His hands gripped your thighs and carefully raised you off his cock before bringing you back down. He left you in control of how fast you wanted to start out. You began rolling your hips into him, setting a steady pace. "You look so pretty when you ride me." Aegon sat there like a true king, watching you use him to pleasure yourself. He let you ride him for a couple minutes before he took over and lost himself in you.

You braced yourself, holding onto his shoulders, while he thrust his cock into you.

"Aegon," you breathed. You weren't capable of forming a coherent sentence. His name was the only thing you could think of, and he had no problem with that.

You were a moaning mess trying to match his pace, but no amount of strength would be enough to help you keep up with that man. He had been starving for your touch all day, he was relentless with his pounding.

Aegon reached between you and began rubbing fast circles on your clit, both of you rapidly approaching your release. He began furiously pumping his hips into you, his mind no longer in this dimension. Aegon always made sure you came first. He wasn't a gentleman, but he had some manners.

You finally let go, and you felt him come at the same time, his arms encircling you. "Mine," he said. Your cheek fell to his shoulder, fighting to catch your breath.

His seed was warm inside you, he always silently hoped the moon tea would fail and you would be with child, but he'd never say it.

Aegon's lips found your breasts, taking your left nipple into his mouth and sucking on it while massaging your right. He didn't care that you were still sensitive, when it came to you, his arousal could never be satisfied for long. He continued swirling his tongue around your nipple, lightly sinking his teeth into it. His right hand had already managed to find its way back down to your core and was softly stroking you. He liked how, after you came, the slightest of touches could make you clench around him. His eyes were closed, and he felt you instinctively pull him in deeper. "Such a greedy girl."

You sighed, he knew your body so well. He switched to your other breast, making sure to give them equal attention. You tangled your fingers in the back of his hair. It looked so beautiful, the silver shining in the daylight. You wished you got to see it like this more often, all you had was the glow from the fireplace or moonlight. His eyes were also a different shade than you had always thought they were. His beauty mixed with his tongue and fingers caressing you led you to your second release.

Aegon cursed as he felt you tighten around him again. He wished he could stay inside of you forever. He was king now, and you would be his queen, whether anyone liked it or not.

#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen ii #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen angst #aegon targaryen fluff #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen smut #hotd smut #hotd x reader

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Omg what is starlet reader was ewans daughter and Hayden used to babysit her when she was a kid

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i rly liked this concept :) feel free to ask me about it more! i think this was a good broad start to it WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | age gap | dark content proceed with caution | there is absolutely no predatory acts mentioned, but because the situation is inherently predatory i'm tagging it | sexual content at the end | implied smut | no y/n

! ── "Yeah, no problem. We'll stay on site at my trailer, order a pizza. How hard could it be?" HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN assures Ewan, who frowns at him in response, clearly amused. "Alright, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." he pats Hayden on the back as he exits, and when he gestures to you, he tells you a simple "Be good." Your complexion flushes when Hayden lays eyes on you. "You ready?"

! ── "I don't need a babysitter." you tell him as he picks up a slice of pizza from the box, the strings of cheese stretching thin until they break. You have a raging, hormonal and proximity induced crush on your dad's co-star. Not to mention he's a total babe, and so kind. Desperately, you want him to see you as independent, as cooler than you are. You think he's so grown up even though he's barely older than a legal adult. "Sure you don't. We're hanging out." he replies so easily that you almost believe him, even though he's only saying it to make you feel better.

! ── You've always been so standoffish with him. You found any excuse to be around him, but you'd jade yourself out of fear he'd find out your embarrassing feels for him. Often you'd fantasize about him confessing his love to you— but had no idea how problematic that'd be if he did. Now, you're inside his trailer, alone with him, and he's coaxing you out of your shell by making you play one of his video games. It smells like a boy's room in here. "Ugh! I'm no good at this!" you cry, throwing your hands down into your lap. Frustrated over your lack of progress, you've been going around in circles in this mission for what felt like hours. It exacerbated your already heightened stress levels around him. Would he think less of you for not doing well? "Wait a second, hold on," His voice is surprisingly soothing, muffled by the pizza crust stuck in between his molars like a cigar. You don't realize it's because he's resisting the urge to leave you here when he steps outside to smoke. He promised he'd keep an eye on you, so that's what he's doing. Besides, he doesn't wanna be a bad influence on you. He reaches over, and you relinquish the controller to him, his hand grazing yours in the process. "Let's see here..." Instead of paying attention to the screen, you stare at where the point of contact was. "There, see? You had it." he tells you, handing you back the controller after he'd gotten you past your obstacle.

! ── It would be several years before you'd see Hayden again, but you didn't forget him or his extraordinary kindness. He had a way with words, a way of making you feel heard and important. That doesn't change at all— he hasn't changed at all. Besides the way he looks at you now that you're all grown up, established in the world as your own person. Ewan thinks to reintroduce you to Hayden, but he didn't forget your name. Exclaiming it even as he pulls you into a polite embrace, relaying to you he hardly recognized you, that you look great, etc. Just like that, your raging crush is back. Like it never left.

! ── It picks at you until you act on it, until you confess to Hayden you've always had a thing for him. You're both older now, which means you're not so ashamed of yourself, but can look back on it as normal childhood feelings. You're thankful your fantasies were never answered until now. "A crush? On me?" he asks in entertained disbelief, gesturing to himself. "Yes! Obviously," you insist, "You were always so nice to me. Watching out for me when my dad was working later than he thought. How could I not? C'mon," "I'm not judging you," he assures, and he shrugs, "I just... didn't know is all." It's apparent he doesn't know what to do with this information. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" "Yes and no." "Why?" He meets your eyes. There's a tentativeness to his countenance, a debate behind his gaze over whether or not he should say his next words, if they're appropriate, if they'll be received well. "Because I've got a crush on you now."

! ── Going through your normal stages of adolescence, experiencing the journey of discovering your sexuality, exploring it as an adult with your own autonomy— there was always that inkling in the back of your mind reminding you of your lingering childhood crush on Hayden Christensen. How you've never felt anything for anyone as intensely as you did for him. Those buried feelings manifest when you finally allow them to roam, sweeping you up and away. He'd invited you to his trailer to catch up, and you end up on top of him.

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BROTHER DUTIES | CHARLES LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: harassment. swearing. barking of a dog.

word count: 1.8k

author's note: reader is a teenager. feedback and requests are always welcome.

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''Charles, bring your sister to school and take Cinnamon with you. '' His mother yelled from downstairs. The young man groaned but got up from his desk anyway, knowing better than to ignore his mom's wishes.

The Leclerc Family had been babysitting the dog from a friend of theirs, who was on a two-week trip to North America. He had asked the family if they would take his dog, Cinnamon, in for those two weeks and they had happily agreed. Cinnamon was a bulldog, who despite her appearance, was a very sweet and affectionate creature. The Leclerc siblings had gotten along great with the dog, especially their youngest, Y/N. She had always wanted a pet, but they move around a lot for Charles and Arthur's races and their mother doesn't want to put that kind of pressure on an animal.

''Can't Enzo do it? I'm in the middle of a game, Maman.'' Charles complained walking into the kitchen, where his sister and mom were eating their breakfast. His mother gave him a stern look. ''He's not home and you should get out of your room for once.''

He sighed, but nodded anyway. ''Alright, I'll go get Cinnamon then.'' Charles left the kitchen in search of the dog, while also grabbing her collar.

''Are you done, Chérie?'' Pascale asked the young girl, moving some strands out of her daughter's face. ''Yes, I'm done.'' Y/N got up from her chair and put her plate in the dishwasher.

Charles walked back into the kitchen with Cinnamon on a collar. ''Ready to go, little monster?'' He asked his sister, all ready to leave the house. ''Charles, don't call me that, it's embarrassing.'' Y/N said, slapping her brother's arm.

She grabbed her backpack and walked up to their mother. ''See you later, Maman.'' The youngest bid goodbye to her mother with a kiss on the cheek. Charles did the same after and the two Leclercs were out the door.

''Did you have a lot of homework?'' Charles started the conversation. It had been a while since he and his baby sister had spent alone time together. She couldn't join him at most of his races, since she still went to school in Monaco and their mother didn't want her to abandon her education. In his opinion, he hadn't been a good older brother to her and he realized he should take this oppurtunity to catch up with her.

Y/N shook her head, finding it amusing that Charles wanted to know about her homework. ''I just have a math test today.'' She answered him, while looking at Cinnamon.

''Oh, well, you're good at math, that shouldn't be too hard.'' Out of all the things he could have started talking about, he asked about school aka the last thing teenagers want to talk about.

Y/N laughed out loud, not able to hold it in. ''Charles, you're so bad at talking.'' She teased her older brother. ''Hey, I'm not bad!'' He defended himself.

''You keep telling yourself that,'' she told him, ''hey, can we stop by the kiosk?'' There was this kiosk a few minutes away from her school where students often bought their food and drinks. Charles looked at her in confusion. ''Why? You just had breakfast?''

''I just want a smoothie, Charles.'' She didn't wait for his reply and walked to the kiosk, Charles trailing behind her with Cinnamon. ''Hey, don't just walk away on your own like that.''

''I just remembered I forgot my wallet at home,'' she feigned innocence, ''do you mind paying?'' By the end of her sentence she had looked at him with doe-eyes, knowing it would work on him.

He knew exactly what she was doing, but who was he to say no to a face like hers? ''Like I was going to let you pay anyway.'' He said, while pulling out his wallet from his pants.

Y/N ordered what she wanted and waited by the space where they handed out the drinks, meanwhile Charles waited to pay.

While he was busy texting someone back, he failed to notice the older man approaching the place next to his sister's. Charles also failed to notice the man inappropriately touching his sister.

Y/N was in her own world, waiting for her smoothie to be handed over to her. She was pulled out of her trance when she felt someone's hand on her butt. She looked up to see the man giving her a smirk, before taking a few steps back.

She was too shocked to say anything back to the man, standing in silence for a few seconds. She looked over at Charles who was just done paying for her drink.

''Charles, that man just touched me.'' Y/N told him in a hushed tone, not wanting to make a big scene. ''What?'' His head swiftly turned to her, not believing what he was hearing. ''That guy who's sitting on the bench, he grabbed my ass.'' Her eyes started watering, feeling dirty from the creepy man's unwanted touch.

Charles took a look at the man who was just checking out a woman coming out of her car. He was absolutely disgusted by this man's behavior. ''Wait for one second, here,'' he handed her Cinnamon's collar, ''I'll be right back.''

Before he could fully step away from her, she grabbed his arm. ''Charles, no, it's not worth it, we can just go.''

''No, Y/N! It's not okay that he did that and I'm gonna tell him that,'' Charles put his hand on her shoulder, ''you stay here with Cinnamon, your drink is almost ready.'' With that he turned around and walked up to the man.

''Did you just touch my sister?'' Charles went straight to the point, not planning on upholding his ''nice guy'' demeanor. ''Your sister? I don't know what you're talking about, man.'' The smirk the man had on his face, pissed Charles off. It was as if he was proud that he had harassed someone.

''Don't play pretend, you fucking touched my sister.'' Charles continued, not backing down when it came to his family. The man stood up from the bench. ''I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, little man.'' He was significantly taller than Charles, but that didn't intimidate the young Monegasque.

''Apologize to my baby sister, you asshole.'' The man seemed to have the temperament of a toddler, because in a matter of seconds he grabbed Charles' shoulders and pushed him away, resulting in Charles almost falling to the ground.

The man was about to continue, but Cinnamon came to his aid. She had been carefully watching the two interact and when the creep pushed Charles, she reacted quickly. Y/N didn't expect the dog to run towards her older brother and she wasn't able to hold on to her collar. ''Cinnamon!''

The dog didn't attack the man, but her barking was enough for him to take a couple of steps back and eventually walk away entirely.

''Charles, are you okay?'' Y/N put her smoothie on the counter and ran to her brother, who had quickly grabbed Cinnamon's collar, so she couldn't potentially attack the man.

Upon seeing his sister, he hugged the young girl. ''I'm fine, little one,'' he pulled back, but kept his free arm around her, ''you know, how about we go home?'' He suggested.

''I don't know, Charles.'' She was hesitant about skipping school, not sure if it was a good idea or not. ''We're gonna go home, I'm sure Maman won't mind when we tell her what happened.'' He guided her back into the direction of their home, wanting to get away from the place as fast as possible.

''Wait, don't forget your drink.''

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Pascale was confused as she heard her daughter back in the house. ''Y/N? Why aren't you at school?'' Her mother was about to start scolding the young girl for not going to school, but upon seeing her daughter's facial expression, she ran to get her girl in her arms. ''What happened, Chérie?''

''Some creep touched her, Maman!'' Charles exclaimed, taking the collar off Cinnamon. ''What do you mean someone touched her?'' Pascale took Y/N's face in her hands, observing if her daughter had anything on her face that indicated she got hurt or something.

''Come here, my girl.'' Her mother engulfed her in a hug, feeling all the relief that she didn't seem to be physically hurt. ''I feel so dirty, Maman, he was so gross.'' Being in her mother's arms seemed to make all the emotions come undone in the young girl. Charles joined them, wrapping his arms around to two women he loved most in the world.

''Go take a shower, Chérie. You'll feel much better after.'' Her mother urged her, pulling away from her embrace. ''Okay.'' With a kiss from her mom and Charles, she made her way to the bathroom.

Charles could see his mother was distraught, so he pulled her in his arms. ''Don't worry, Maman. We'll keep her safe.''

Pascale loved all of her four children, but her baby girl will always have a special place in her heart. She adores her three boys, but she wanted nothing more in the world than to have a little girl that she could pamper for the rest of her life. So, when Y/N was born, it was like the gods had listened to her prayers. Their parents thought that the boys would have a problem with having a little sister, but as soon as Lorenzo, Charles and Arthur had held the newborn in their arms, all those worries went away. Her brothers would protect her with their lives.

Y/N went to bed earlier than usual that night, reveling in the comfort of her own room. The other two brothers had been informed about the events of that day and Pascale had told them to give their younger sister some space.

Charles was about to go into his own room, but he couldn't help but want to check up on her. He knocked on her door, but he didn't hear an answer, he figured she had already gone to bed. He quietly opened the door and saw her laying in her bed, but she turned around upon hearing her door open.

''Hey,'' Charles sat himself down on her bed, ''how are you feeling?'' Y/N shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing how she felt about the situation. ''I don't know.''

''That's okay, that happens sometimes.'' He wanted her to know that whatever she was feeling, it was valid. She could feel however she wanted to feel.

''Thank you for standing up for me, Charles.'' Her voice came out smaller than she wanted to, it made her feel low. ''You don't have to thank me for that, you're my sister.'' He jokingly squeezed her cheek, trying to make her feel a bit better.

''Still, I really appreciate it.'' He could see in the way she was looking at him that she was grateful for his presence and for how he had stood up for her to the man. ''Go to sleep, Chérie, I'll see you tomorrow.'' Charles kissed her forehead and stood up from her bed. ''I love you.''

''I love you too.''

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the first fic that I've written for charles. he's so precious, I can't.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x sister!reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x oc #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fics #formula 1 fic

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Jaune The Black Knight

An AU where Jaune and Ruby decided to say Fuck the world, got married after going rogue (they left Beacon after being betrayed by their friends) and had a daughter together named Olivia.

Salem was watching everything through her Grimm and decided to personally invite them to join her faction in turn they will get their revenge. With nowhere else to go they accepted now Ruby leads a battalion of Grimm with Jaune as her Second in Command.

And yes Salem cares about these two adorkable couple and vowed to never let anyone hurt them ever again.

I have baffled long enough, let's get this show on the road.

This particular day Salem ordered for Ruby to get some needed rest after capturing a few villages in her name, Jaune got up from bed and got ready for another day of spreading fear around the world

He showered, brushed his teeth, puts on his black armor, his wife changed Crocea Mor's color scheme, instead of a white shield it's now black with a gold outline and their combined family symbol, instead of a blue hilt it's now blood red, instead of a silver blade it's now a black sword (like the one Sokka made from Avatar the Last Airbender)(As for Jaune's armor, it's the Rusted Knight armor but it's polished and the color is black and gold, helmet included)

Jaune walks into the kitchen where his wife made him some food to go, he grabbed the bag, kissed his wife and turned to leave when suddenly his wife stopped him

Ruby: Wait Jaune, do you know what day it is?

Jaune: Uh... Wednesday?

Ruby: No dummy it's take your daughter to work day!

Jaune: Uh I don't think it's a good idea to bring our daughter to our kind of work, at least not yet.

Ruby: I know, but she has been wanting to come with us for a while and since it's take your daughter to work day I figured now is the best time, plus she'd have my big strong dark knight as her protector~.

Jaune: Well yeah but-

Ruby caressed his face: Jaune you RoseArc-promised.

Jaune sighed: I did didn't I?

3 Hours Later

The scene shows a metal door to one of Atlesian's military bases exploded with Jaune rushes in while holding his daughter's hand but hit his head on the top of the door-way

Jaune holds his head for a second before activating his shield protecting his daughter amd himself from the bullets from the AK's

Jaune: Keep your head down Olvia!

Olivia holding a stuffed Ursa toy: Okay daddy-Whoa!

Jaune quickly dragged Olivia to cover but Olivia lost grip of her best friend.

Olivia: MR. CUZZYBOTTOM!!!

Olivia was about to run out to grab her friend but her father stopped her

Jaune looked down to his daughter and saw her pointing at her stuffed animal which is laying on the ground near the Atlesian Knights

Jaune sighs and looks at Olivia: I'll get him, you stay here where it's safe.

Jaune rushes out of cover, raised his shield and charged at the robot knights

Jaune quckly cut and sliced through the knights, grabbed the toy and rushed back to his daughter

Jaune out of breath and his daughter her toy: Here you go baby.

Salem: Who's the little girl?

Jaune nervous: Oh Lord Salem! Uh... it's bring your daughter to work day and uh I'm sorry for bringing, but my wife says we barely had time to spend together and let's be honest she's right, okay she's right!

Salem:...

Jaune even more nervous laughs a bit: Do you have kids? Cause heh I mean they change your world.

Salem:...

Jaune facepalms and mutters: Ugh I'm probably gonna get either fired or killed for this but... Fuck it.

Jaune grabs his daughter's hand: I love my daughter!

Salem brought her fist to her chest and smiles a bit: That really hits me where I'd live.

Salem noticed a survivor and used her powers to grab his neck

Salem: What have you done with those plans!? Jaune here never gets time to spend with his daughter because of PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!

Salem snaps the survivor's neck and quickly realized there was a child present

Salem raised her other hand to her mouth: I'm so sorry you had to see that.

Salem drops the body

Salem kneels down to Olivia's eye level: Are you having fun being at work with your father?

Olivia gets nervous because she doesn't like talking to strangers and hides her face behind her father's leg

Salem chuckles: I know I'm pretty scary.

LATER IN MENAGERIE

Jaune was holding his daughter's hand as he and a White Fang goon was patroling a town looking for their targets when suddenly they come across an old man (Ozpin) wearing a hood with Weiss, Blake and Yang behind him also wearing hoods

Jaune stops them: Hold up you all seem familiar.

Ozpin uses his magic: These are not the students you're looking for.

Jaune: These are not the students we're looking for.

Olivia: Yes they are.

Ozpin: Move along

Jaune: Move along!

Ozpin and the three bitche- uh I mean students moved along going into the tavern for intel

Olivia: Daddy, You're not even trying!

Jaune: Honey, It's 110 DEGREES IN THIS CONTINENT!!! I CAN'T HEAR IN THIS THING!!! *points at his helmet* I WAS JUST REPEATING WHAT I THOUGHT THE GUY WAS SAYING! IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S MY OWN MOTHER FUCKING THOUGHT IN THE MATTER, OKAY!?

Olivia runs off crying and Jaune realized what he had done

Jaune feeling guilty and runs after his daughter: HONEY!!!

White Fang Goon: See? That's why I don't take my daugher to Jack Shit!

FEEL FREE TO ADD MORE IF YOU WANT

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ROUND 1B, MATCH 1 OUT OF 16!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Book:

She's had a "gift" of obedience placed on her, and her quest is to figure out how to get rid of it. I love her

he's under a curse that makes her obey any order given to her. She met her Prince Charming (Char) when they kids, and they became friends. Her stepsisters found out about her curse while they were at boarding school, and because of that (and some things they made her do) she ran away to try and find the fairy that cursed her. When she does, the fairy says that she doesn't do magic anymore, because she realized her gifts were actually curses, and refuses to remove it. Ella goes back, and is eventually demoted from "lord's daughter" to "maid". She still writes letters to Char (currently in a foreign kingdom, but before that, when he came to try and talk to her, her sister forbid her from leaving her room so she would have all his attention), but eventually stops and even writes a fake letter from her sister to convince him that she never cared/doesn't care about him, because she realized it would be too dangerous for them to be together; with her curse, she could easily be made to hurt or kill him. Flash forward, and Char returns home. The king throws balls, and she goes, because even if she can't be with or let him know who she is, she just wants to see him again. Char is drawn to her, and for a lot of the three balls, they're together. At the end, her stepsister gets jealous, and right as Char proposes (because Ella, despite having to lie about her identity, is the most honest person at the ball and a friend already), she grabs her mask, revealing her identity. Char reaches her home before she can leave, and there's a whole scene where he finds out she's a scullery maid, that the letter was a lie, and says that she doesn't have to be Ella if she doesn't want to be, and she says she's not, and he asks if she loves him, and she does-- and then it's all ruined because he accidentally orders her to marry him, and then her stepmother tells her to, and all the while she's fighting the curse, because she doesn't want to endanger him and their nation, and doesn't want her step family to be rich and powerful, and finally-- she says no. She gets so excited to say no, to refuse, that she didn't even fully realize she broke the curse until Mandy (her fairy godmother) tells her. Anyway, they all lived happily ever after. Ella is one of my favorite Cinderellas ever and I really hope I did a good job of explaining her and what her story is about (it's been a while since I've read the book)

I was so enraptured with this book as a kid, it had such an impact on my young mind. Got me into fantasy.

BEST CINDERELLA!!! please use the picture from the book cover and not the movie 🙏

She breaks her curse spell in such a magnificent way. Like yes she embodies the whole “kindness” and “courageous” characteristics that Cinderellas are known for, but for her she’s been forced to be obedient as well. And while she thinks can rise above anything she soon learns she will just hurt so many more people that way. She chose to be self-sacrificing because it was the one way she could express her love that wouldn’t harm anyone (then). But! But! She also ends up getting to be selfish! And that is also a great kindness! To herself and to those whom love her and she loves in return. All that after she breaks the curse.

She can mimic languages. :) She refused to marry the love of her life and thus broke her curse. :) She fell in love via letters. :) She lied to the royal family that orange carriages are very popular in a nearby city.

brave, smart, a linguist, a nerd, she evolves steadily and beautifully throughout the book, with a sharp voice that never stops being distinctive and fun to hang with.

complex character coool as fuck premise and also. the nostalgia of it all

Movie:

Ann Hathaway singing Somebody to Love was phenomenal.

Anne Hathaway. It’s a great blend of fairytale and modern day styles. Imagine early 2000s vibes but in a filter. Fan girls and Escalators right there with giants and elves. Plus, it’s got all the musical numbers and Hugh Dancy and Cary Elwes too. This Cinderella is strong, independent and don’t need no man! (Unless one tells her not to move and she’s stuck in the middle of the road as a cart comes racing towards her…)

complex character coool as fuck premise and also. the nostalgia of it all

#cinderpoll #round 1 #round 1b #cinderella #fairytale #ella enchanted #gail carson levine #anne hathaway #ella of frell #ella enchanted 2004 #poll tournament #poll bracket #character polls #polls

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belit0 · 9 months

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Hello!! I'd love to see Madara with a single mama. Baby could be hers and the dad died or poofed, or could be her friends passed and in their will they requested her to care for the baby. With Madaras temperament I think a little girl would be so perfect! She'd put flowers in his hair or share her bows and no one dares say A THING about it. Please and thank you!!

As soon as I received this request, I had to write it, because I love Madara's tender side (and having a break from nsfw things is also nice)!🤗💕

This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it!

(Y/N) finally realized the depth of her problems when she held her baby in her arms, the physical proof that things were not going to be easy at all. Of course, she adored her little girl, and after giving birth alone and unaided, without any support, she knew it would be the two of them against the world.

One night of passion and need turned into a lifelong contract with the one she now carries in her arms, and nine months of pregnancy were far from easy. (Y/N) only wanted to feel alive, experience some sort of sensation, and she made the mistake of getting involved with a man who was only interested in the bounty between her legs.

With no clan, no family, and no friends, she went through gestation on her own, until the physical changes in her body would no longer allow her to work. She couldn’t do anything to earn a living, resorting to begging for charity among the wealthy as her only source of income.

Childbirth was devastating and traumatic, full of uncertainty and terror. The pain was overriding, and (Y/N) had to sneak into an abandoned barn in order to give birth indoors. She didn't know if she or the baby would survive, pushing and struggling alone to finally meet the only bit of happiness in her life. After hours of suffering, hearing her daughter's cry gave her back her willpower, and she forgot all her negative thoughts.

It would be difficult, but the two of them would make it together.

(Y/N) found a new motivation in her little ray of sunshine, and fortunately, people were kinder when donating money because of the baby in her arms. For years, she managed to get by, doing her best to find shelter and food.

When her child was five years old, (Y/N) knew things had to change. Her daughter could not grow up on the streets, exposed to any person or factor that would harm her, and the woman became determined to find a permanent destination for them both.

She asked anyone who might be willing to talk to her about possible inexpensive and friendly places to go, and got information about a particular territory. The journey would be long and laborious, a month of walking at least, but as the person who gave her the information related, "Senjus are the most compassionate and empathetic clan in the whole world, if anyone will help you, it will be them."

Ignorant of the war and all the chaos surrounding that particular family, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to find them, praying the legends about the mighty Hashirama were true.

The first weeks passed without any problem, fifteen days of movement where she met people kind enough to give them both a hot meal and a place to spend a few nights. Her little girl resisted the adversities alongside her like a warrior and never stopped smiling. Her attitude helped (Y/N) stay afloat, fighting against life to reach their destination.

The last two weeks of the trip got chaotic, with hints of war along every road they traveled. Near Senju territory, all the houses seemed to be abandoned, and the territory completely destroyed. Trees had been reduced to ashes, residences collapsed, the skies were gray and filled with smoke.

It was a battlefield, and she walked into it without any qualms.

A feeling told her something was wrong, and her daughter refused to walk in those surroundings, demanding to be carried in her arms out of fear. After a few kilometers of walking, she realized she would find no shelter or help there, and decided to retrace her steps.

They would find a more promising route.

A strange sound sings on the horizon, and (Y/N) can see how the heavens turn red. Clouds seem to bleed, as hurricane-force winds wake up unprecedentedly from the ground. The panorama becomes apocalyptic, triggering panic and terror in the two of them. She hugs her little girl and crouches to the ground, trying to hide her face from such brutal and sudden weather.

Two groups of five people each approach from opposite sides, as if they are about to confront each other. A few meters away from her, they run at impossible speeds, and the attack swiftly begins. Fire and water fly everywhere, screams, and metal on metal.

Smoke and debris fly through the sky, landing near where (Y/N) is reduced. She knows they must flee, and her little girl's cries indicate urgency. She has to get them to safety right now, or something terrible could happen.

Quickly scanning her surroundings, she finds no place to hide, the ground crumbling to dust and ruins. Far from any structure that could shelter them and make them go unnoticed, (Y/N) squeezes her daughter tightly, and hopes those men are too intent on their battle to notice them.

She decides to run in the opposite direction of the battle, standing again on shaky legs and holding back tears. There is so much dust in the air it is impossible to see, and she keeps her child's face hidden in her chest for protection. Holding the infant with one arm, she covers her eyes with the other in an attempt to move forward.

While taking her first unsteady steps, there is an embracing heat coming towards them, feeling almost as if about to be burned alive. Everything happens so fast there is no time to react, instinctively acting. Her first impulse is to scream, clutching her little girl tightly and hoping to shield her from whatever might be happening.

An incredible explosion hits just a few meters from where she is standing, and the shockwave sends them both flying backward. In the air, (Y/N) continues to hold her daughter, an inexplicable force helping to keep her close to her. She has a few seconds to calculate how to position her body and be the one to hit the ground, but it never happens.

Before she can slam into anything, two large hands grab her under her legs and shoulder blades, holding them both and pulling them away from the floor. The event is sudden (Y/N) cannot comprehend what is happening, only seeing the face of a man both handsome and terrifying holding them in his arms, preventing them from falling to the ground.

(Y/N) feels the cold armor the man wears against her body, rising and falling with his agitated breathing. Long, frizzy black hair hides half of his face, and upon making eye contact, she is met with an unnaturally red eye.

At that moment, she falls prey to an overwhelming drowsiness, and can only think of her daughter as she falls asleep against her will.

......

"That was close, you know..." A male voice booms against her ears, as (Y/N) tries to gain order and command of her body. All her muscles feel exhausted as if she has gone days without moving. She struggles to open her eyes, but when she does, she finds a cozy room, lit only by candles.

A window indicates it is nighttime, and the mattress under her body feels comfortable and warm. Examining her surroundings, the woman notices she is lying on a large bed, and wearing clothes that are not hers.

"My daughter..." she whispers feebly, trying to sit up and get out of her comfortable rest. "Don't worry, she's fine. Last time I went to see her, Izuna was with her buying candy."

(Y/N) focuses her eyes on that disembodied voice, and is met with a heavenly image. A handsome man with prominent shoulders is sitting against the sliding door of the room, looking out into the starry night and admiring the view. He wears a yukata similar to the one she wears, but much bigger. Long black hair rains down his back, framing his defined jawline.

She might have blushed if finding her girl wasn't a priority, and the stranger seems aware of her urgency. "Izuna!" he shouts into the darkness of the night, and another man extremely similar to him immediately appears. In his arms, he carries the sleeping child, who embraces a bouquet of flowers and a small bag of candy.

"Ah... so she finally woke up. Does this mean our fun evenings are over?" the boy presumably named Izuna asks the sleeping toddler tenderly, as if she would answer. He gives the girl to the mysterious man, and carries her to (Y/N).

Hugging her daughter for the first time in what felt like years, she can't help the tears, kissing her head and remembering those events which brought them here. They both could have died in the middle of that battlefield, but life decided to give them more time.

Well, maybe not life, but that man.

"My name is Madara, and this is my younger brother Izuna... If I hadn't been there to deflect his attack, both of you would be charred right now." The younger man scratches the back of his neck guiltily, and sharing a glance with his older brother, leaves the room, disappearing back into the night.

"Of course, it was not purposeful... the colors you were wearing were easy to mistake for those of the enemy. My apology on behalf of us both." Madara analyses her from his position, arms crossed over his chest and a comprehending look. (Y/N) carefully deposits the small child on the bed, and cuddles her between covers for a peaceful sleep. She tries to get up, but her legs quickly give way under her, too weak to support her weight.

Before hitting the ground, Madara holds her, keeping her against his chest. He carries the woman to where he sat a few seconds ago, and takes a spot next to her. The night is beautiful, and a warm breeze is blowing in the garden, signaling wonderful weather. "Would you mind telling me your name?"

"(Y/N) ... I am (Y/N)." The place is exquisite, and the beautiful room she woke up in is nothing compared to her current view. All the clan's territory can be seen from her position, a million houses lit by fire.

"How long was I asleep...?"(Y/N) asks uncertainly. "About a week. We had to resort to the family healers for keeping you healthy. According to their professional prognosis, I was a bit aggressive with the Genjutsu I used on you."

"Gen...justu?" trying to understand the words and the situation, (Y/N) asks almost to herself, "I confirm you are not familiar with warfare in this territory...I assume you must have traveled from afar. What brought you here?"

"The legend about a wonderful clan and the promise of a good life..." There are tears in her eyes still, mentally going over all the troubles and the terrible experiences lived.

"Hm... that must be regarding Hashirama... Well, (Y/N), we may not be the Senjus, but life here is delightful and comfortable. You are invited to stay as long as you wish... Personally, I recommend not leaving anytime soon, Izuna is too fond of that child to allow it."

Madara stands and smiles at her, before disappearing into the darkness of the night like his younger brother.

........

It's been months since their accidental arrival at the Uchiha compound, but as Madara commented on their first night, life here is nice and beautiful.

(Y/N) found a stable place to live, friends to share with, and a promising future for her little girl. The child begged her mother to allow Izuna to train her, and she started developing in the ninja arts.

She learned a lot about the clan and the family, about their standards and ways of living. Madara did not disclose being the leader of it until a few weeks after she awoke, trying to help her adapt as best as possible and not intimidate her with his position. She understood the importance of the Uchiha family and the power Madara carries within, profoundly respecting him.

The two became extremely close, almost to an intimate point.

The Uchiha adores her little girl, and (Y/N) admits embracing him as a father figure every time she witnesses how the young child fills his hair with flowers or paints his lips bright red. Who would have thought one of the strongest men in the world could have such a soft and tender side for them both?

Seeing the leader of the family stroll around the compound decorated by her daughter was definitely a wonderful scene, especially as no one dared to comment on it, except Izuna. His younger brother was dedicated to teasing him from the first time it happened, until he fell victim to those little hands himself, and had to walk around full of flowers and paint in front of everyone.

Madara was right... they might not be the Senjus, but they were even better.

#uchiha madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha #uchiha madara #madara #naruto imagines #naruto shippuden #uchiha izuna #izuna #izuna uchiha #naruto #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios

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geekyarmorel · 4 months

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I'm already back again! So here's another request for Lady D now. And it's time to spice things up a bit with some angst! What about reader being a product of experiment conducted by Lady D on the order from MM? The new maid is kind hearted and it doesn't take long for Alcina to take interest in a young woman. Lady D getting attached but still too loyal to MM and bitterly thinking that reader anyway wouldn't even consider thinking of her in a romantic way so she bottles up her feelings instead. Reader surviving the cadou and not becoming a lycan or moroaică but seemingly without gaining any mutation from it. She's still a normal human being(as one can be with some parasite inside their body) or so everyone thinks but then she starts seeing ghosts. Firstly it was some, like, glitches and then it started to slowly progress into seeing fully body shaped silhouettes and then people. Just imagine how many she'd see at the castle Dimitrescu, and considering how those ghosts died, the sight isn't a pretty one. Gruesome looking ghosts. So my point is that the maid goes slowly insane and either somehow killing herself or being killed. The angst part is her being in love with Lady D all this time. I imagine her saying that before she dies or I see Alcina going through the maid's belongings after her death and finding a diary, etc and reading love confession from now dead maid.

P.S. If you're not comfortable writing about reader's death, you could come up with your own ending but make it angsty! Actually I'm more intrested to know what your ending would be! So feel free to change the death part!

P.P.S. This request started as another one for MM but somehow ended up like this... and I didn't even plan it. Oh, well...

Listen i better get a cute prompt after this. I loved it but i also made myself sad. Anyway enjoy!

Empty Soul

Alcina × Reader

She couldn't have predicted that this would have been the outcome. That she'd be here sitting next to this bed, holding a hand that grows cold while a heartbeat gets slower and slower by the minute.

It started when she noticed how her daughters treated you. You were kind to them and they flocked to your warmth like moths to a lantern. She began to seek out your company, curious about the mortal that treated them like humans.

Over the course of months her family connected to you and you had become someone precious in their sight. And as for Alcina, she realized one day as the sound of your laugh made her heart flutter, that she had completely fallen in love with you. For a while she tried to distance herself, she knew there was no way you could ever feel the same way. When she saw how your smile never quite reached your eyes and the hurt they spoke of she couldn't stay away any longer.

When you were alone with her she let you use her name, the way it sounded from your lips truly made her feel spellbound. She fell more in love with you everyday, oh and how her heart ached, knowing that there was no way you could ever love her back. The thought haunted her like the shadows that fell through the castle.

Then disaster struck.

A new sickness spread through the village and into the castle. You fell prey to it and it was beginning to ravage your body. Alcina couldn't take it and approached you as you laid in your bed. She did her best to convince you to take the cadou, to become like her (and if she was a little selfish in wishing that you might fall for her afterwards then she'd accept that). You agreed and she carried you to her lab wasting no time.

It was difficult to watch the painful process that you were going through but when it came to an end and you weren't transformed into any of those disgusting and horrid creatures she smiled widely. At first it looked like you were going to be powerless, just a stronger human able to blend in with the masses. It hurt her heart a little, you'd never want her now when you could still have a human partner who wouldn't be afraid of you.

Then she began to notice your strange behavior, there were times when she observed you doing double takes into what seemed like empty space. This behavior went on for days when asked you would just reply. "I think I'm just jumpy my Lady, I haven't been sleeping well. Its probably just that." And she let it go, accepting your words at face value.

Mother Miranda called the next day, demanding Alcina to leave on a trip and so she did as she was commanded. It was only a week long trip, what could be the harm? Everything would run as smoothly as normal.

How wrong she was.

When she arrived back home her daughters were frantic, the drone from their swarms loud and erratic. They rushed to tell her of you. How you suddenly became afraid of everything seemingly over night, how you would look in horror at empty rooms and empty halls, how you shrieked and screamed, clutching yourself and trying to escape from unseen things.

As they got closer to the room where you had hidden away she could smell your blood in the air, her chest aching in the thought of you being hurt. She bends into the room to find you a top a barrel, knife in your hand as you slowly rocked it side to side carving your thigh into two. There were deranged and wet giggles escaping your lips, truly a sign of hysteria. "Draga?" Alcina tried, kneeling down beside you uncaring if her dress got dirty.

Your eyes snapped to hers and she lost her breath, she'd never seen such dead eyes on any living creature. "Monsters." You say in a sing song like voice, "No hope, monsters, join us soon." You continue in the same manner and Alcina can't help the way her heart is starting to sink. "That's all they say." Another wet and unhinged giggle escapes your lips.

"Who say?" She asks, handing coming try and still the blade in your hand. But you shriek and wail making her take her hand back, you only calmed when you resume your slicing. "Draga, who says those things?"

"The other maids." You answer, "They come from the walls, crawling out of the basement, nearly every room they come from. Crawling, begging, reaching for me." Your other hand lifted to your arm and raked your nails down it to try and get the phantom touch away. "I see them. How they died. Entrails dragging behind, sick and pale drained to empty husks. Parts sliced off clean, others ripped messily apart."

Alcina's stomach began to twist as she realizes what you mean. "They call you monsters. They say I'll join them soon. No hope. No hope. Monsters." You giggle again as tears begin to pour from your eyes.

"I can't stop seeing them!" You say as you body shakes with sobs. "They're everywhere! They won't let me sleep! They won't shut up!"

"I'm so sorry draga mea." She says reaching out to wipe away your tears, "I'm so sorry."

"I don't want this power!"

Alcina feels her heart sinking lower with every second that passed. "I'm sorry draga-"

"I only wanted to be like you! Maybe then you'd love me like I love you!" All the breath in her body left as you said those words. You loved her?! You loved her! She lifted her hands to cup your cheeks, brushing her thumbs across them to wipe away your tears. She goes to speak again when you cry out, "I don't want this gift any more! Take it back!" You beg her, tears spilling down faster.

"Draga, I'm sorry but I can't take it back." Alcina feels tears threatening to fall from her eyes. At her words you cry out and before she has a chance to react you dig the blade into the side of your chest and twist it deep. A cry of her own flies from her lips, "No! No no no no!" Quickly she removes the knife, scooping you up in her arms as she flees toward her chamber. She calls for supplies and has you patched up to the best of her ability.

And now she's sitting by your side, hand clutching yours as she begging for you to pull through. "Please draga mea, please. Don't leave me." Tears slip down her cheeks as she places a tender kiss on your hand. "I love you, I've loved you for so long. I never thought you'd want me. Please know that I know, I can't let you go. I could bare the thought of you passing before the Cadou, that's why I had to convince you to take it."

She bites into her arm deeply welling blood to pour from it. Lifting your head she puts the pouring wound to your lips, hoping she can get enough to slip down your throat and begin to heal you. "Please draga mea. Please don't leave me." But only a growing weaker heartbeat answers her words and she prays, for the first time in perhaps a century, that she's not too late.

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katsukikitten · 5 months

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because sometimes the holidays fucking suck

Hakuji lived next to you for years, five to be exact. You were a good neighbor, quiet, even when you brought a rare fling over and he never had any complaints.

You were even kind enough to share leftovers from a dinner you didn't realize made for six, you knew you couldn't stomach the dish for an entire week and it was the first home cooked meal he had in a year or more. It tasted good, fucking delicious but he found it hard to finish. Found himself with tears stinging his eyes as he thought of Koyuki, the woman he wed when he was younger and lost her far too soon. Remembering fondly the last meal she made for them before she got too sick to stand again.

He never did tell you, well how could he? The two of you did small exchanges like that over the years. He'd hear you arguing with management about your hot water on your balcony as he finished his cigarette. He offered to fix it after you hung up with a huff.

You made him dinner again, he made you dessert.

Oh no silly, not like that, he hadn't had a sexual thought in his head for the past eight years. Since he watched them lower Koyuki into the cold hard ground. Now nearing his thirties, he's certain he's going to live a life of solitude and bloodied knuckles much to Koyuki's dismay. Her dying wish was that he lived a rich full life and he's struggling to keep that promise.

He already broke the promise of nursing her back to health even if he did it three times over and Koyuki reminded him over and over that she was lucky to see twenty. That it was thanks to him.

And it was coming up that she'd been dead longer than he'd known her, already much longer than the length of their marriage. It makes his stomach twist and the chill of the winter air cools his boiling blood.

They were supposed to grow old together and all this time of year did was remind him of how time passes anyway. That no one cares that his world stopped the second his little snow beauty closed her eyes one last time.

He spits the blood from his mouth, cheek and tongue raw from his teeth or stubbed out cigarettes on a fluttering tongue. He lights one up as he stands outside in the breeze way of the apartment, his door directly in front of the stairs so that a woman wouldn't have to worry about that and he dared someone to come up that flight and pick his apartment to break into.

It'd give his fists something to do again.

He pulls in a heavy drag of smoke, letting it burn his throat pleasantly before he huffs it out. Choosing to wear just his jeans and a T-shirt, debating being extra sadistic and take his bike but thinks better of it when he thinks he sees flakes start to fall from the gray gloomy sky. Koyuki had loved snow, born during a blizzard hence her namesake but riding in it was dangerous. Too dangerous for him to do now.

He couldn't even text her dad to let her know it was snowing, or that he'd come over for dinner this year, since he passed shortly after his daughter. Too heartbroken to live on and who could blame him. He lost his entire family in less than a decade yet Hakuji still stood. Like a statue or more like a gargoyle as he watches his life pass by. Called demon child and abandoned by his mother. Sickly father who couldn't stand to see his son turn to a life of crime in order to get his father's medicine and then only to be saved by what will be a dying wife.

So yea you were a great neighbor keeping each other at arm’s length, sometimes further away, even if you did make his heart flutter every now and again.

That he didn't get.

It's not as if you were like his late wife, not that that was a bad thing. You two shared a feature or two but your personalities were entirely opposite.

Hakuji never knew how to feel about it but he knew you and him had the kinship of hating the holidays from your lack of decorations the past five years. But as he's finishing his cigarette he notices a new welcome mat in front of your door. Buffalo plaid, snowflakes painted over the pattern as it reads Home for the Holidays.

Festive. He thinks to himself, noticing a wreath on your door as well and he wonders if you're having guests or a boyfriend over this year.

The latter shouldn't have him clenching his fists so tightly. Shouldn't have veins rolling over thick forearms before he lets the tension go as quickly as it came. It was none of his business who you brought into your apartment.

About to turn and slip back into his own apartment when he hears a growl that turns into a curse.

“Fuck this stupid ass holiday.” He realizes it's your voice as you're dragging a giant box up the stairs and on the side is a picture of a beautifully lit tree. Hakuji quirks his brow.

“Stupid fucking box awkward as fuck for what.” It catches on the concrete steps again and you're about to make this your thirteenth reason and chuck it back down the winding flight before the box is lifted from your arms.

“Need some help?” You hear your cute neighbor chuckle, his inky fingers and giant hands grabbing onto the box with ease, “I see the handles snapped.”

He's already carrying it up the steps and when he looks over his shoulder to make sure you're following his blood runs cold.

“Hey.” He puts the tree on the step above him and holds the box with his hip, tilting his head and his glacial blue eyes bore into your burning cheeks, “What's wrong?”

Making you wipe furiously at your tears, you spiraled every holiday since you lost who was your spirit of Christmas in your family some ten years ago or so.

But you didn't want to do that this year, again. Trying to beat it last year but Christmas spat in your face when your tree snapped in half a day before Christmas.

And even if today was December 24th and even if you did have to pay an insane amount of money for this box and even if you had to literally climb the display and start to disassemble it yourself, you were going to have a great fucking Christmas god damn it!

Even if it killed you.

“I just-” You take a shaky breath and he watches you collect yourself so easily, “I fucking hate this time of year.”

Hakuji nods in agreement, picks up the box again and walks at a pace you'd be able to keep up with before he's settled beside your front door waiting patiently for you to unlock it. To which you hurriedly pat yourself down for your keys, unlocking the door and showing him in.

“Uh hot cocoa? Extra marshmallows right?” You tease as you go to get what he deemed his mug the few times the two of you stared at the moon from your own balconies. You were always there to offer him something to warm his chilly bones and frozen heart, all you had to do was hand him a cup over the half wall that separated your balcony from his.

“Yea, gonna make it extra warm?” He quirks his brow, smirking and you brandish the Bailey's at him, cat smile as you make an extra long pour before he's pulling the box more into your living room, “Which corner?”

“Huh?” You peek from the kitchen again, he's pointing between the left and right side of your TV, “Oh Jiji you don't have to do all that.”

“Which corner?” He repeats, long since learned that being firm with you was the only way to help your stubborn, hyper independent ass.

The two of you stare at one another before you give in like you always do but only to your neighbor Hakuji. Like your gut knew he'd take care of your needs properly.

“Right.” You confirm and moments later you hear him moving around your furniture with ease. God he'd be a good husband, well he was a good husband, you saw the wedding ring he wore around his neck, a sensible sized diamond that sparkled like fresh snow. Saw Koyuki's shrine the few times he invited you in when you locked yourself out while you waited for maintenance to show up with the spare because Hakuji was the type of man that wouldn't let a woman wait in the cold, especially not alone.

Koyuki was beautiful, a kind loving thing and you sigh deeply at the thought. She looked happy, they looked young.

“You didn't have to do this.”

“Wanted to.” He growls at you and never exertion as he moves the TV with ease. Pulling out his knife to slice open the box before he starts to assemble part of the tree, he sees the old most likely hand me down colored string lights wrapped around yellowed newspaper. The tree was prelit and only three parts, he knew you didn't have the height or a step ladder to be able to add the top portion so he puts in the bottom, wrapping the tree skirt around the legs, stopping before he adds the next layer.

“Wanna add the colored ones?” He reaches for them and when you come into the living room placing the hot chocolates on the perfectly placed coffee table he moved he can see tears glistening your eyes.

“It won't look trashy?” Normally strong voice sounding watery and pathetic, at least to you. Hakuji just smiles up at you.

“Nah, never. People mix colors all the time. Sides it's your tree. Make it how ya want it." He plugs in the tree first, soft white lights fill the space before he tests the old colored lights. The newspaper smells old but not in a bad rotting way, reminds him of forgotten books in the back of libraries. That type of musty paper and ink that smells more nostalgic than bad.

You clear your throat and come to wrap the colored lights around the tree and Hakuji follows after you to fluff the branches just so. Already you approve of how he arranges the branches as you grew up in a house with a fake tree every year and every year of your childhood it was a sin to see the pole in the middle.

Stopping to put the second layer on before taking a sip of his spiked drink that flooded his system with warmth. Inky fingers grabbing at his phone in his pocket to connect to your speaker to play Christmas music.

“Lemme know when you want me to change it.”

“Kay.” You say softly, stepping back to make sure you like how you've arranged the colored lights so far, sipping your chocolate before both of you go back to primping the tree. He catches you stopping here and there, catches your shaking breaths and how you look to the ceiling with fluttering eyes so that tears won't fall, he tries to give you as much privacy as he can.

Until you cup your face and sob, like you can't help it as your grandmother's favorite song comes on, as you remember her singing and fluffing the branches before passing them to you to be placed on. How as she got older she’d move her chair to see the best angle of the tree and gently guide you and your sister where things should go.

It just felt like too much. You couldn't even remember the last Christmas tradition you shared with your sister, let alone your family as a whole, not since your grandmother passed anyway.

“Fuck I'm sorry.” You laugh awkwardly, swiping at tears you wish would stop, “Fuck this is stupid. I shouldn't have dragged you into this.”

Hakuji gently grabs your hands, moves them from your face so you can see him when he speaks.

“Ts ‘kay. I get it. This time of year is supposed to be about family and shit but when you've got no one left it fuckin sucks.” He gives your wrists a squeeze unsure if he should pull you into a hug or not.

Hakuji was never good at comforting tears, more of a man of action and problem solving than he was a shoulder to cry on but he would always try his best for Koyuki and he was going to try his best for you.

“Yea it does.”

“But yer celebrating it anyway. That's something to be fuckin proud of.” Guiding you back to the tree to busy your hands again, before he goes to break down the box to take down later.

When he sees you struggling to wrap lights around the tall tree, he comes behind you. Your back flush to his chest but it doesn't feel wrong or like a shock to the system when he does. It felt like it was something he did often, his arms over yours as he feeds the string lights around the tree and back to his free hand, pulling some slack and putting it in your hands to hold. Guiding you to the side so he could add the top. Popping it in and the entire tree is aglow in warm soft whites and soon to be color too. Taking the lights he handed you earlier back to finish what he'd started before he fluffs the branches he knows you can't reach.

He steps back and you do too, looking at the grand thing. Hakuji even bent the top piece perfectly since you didn't have a star.

“Got ornaments?” Nudging your shoulder with his before he sees the horror and embarrassment paint your pretty features.

“Fuck me like two.” You can't fucking believe you forgot to get new ones having only stolen a few from your parents when you moved out years ago.

You look like you're about to cry again and Hakuji can't stomach it, a vein pops up under his banded forearms and throat.

“Gimme a second.” He's gone for a moment, you think you hear his storage door on the balcony open and slam shut before he comes back with a small dusty box.

“I've got a few.” He announces when he's back, dusting off the box over the trash can before he comes closer to your tree. You've hung up your four or so ornaments before he's opening his. Plain non breakable bulbs of golds and pinks mixed in with a few personal ones. A glittering snowflake of blues and pinks shines from the light of the tree even hidden in the box, Hakuji moves it out of the way in favor for something else.

The two of you make quick work of hanging ornaments up, both of you move around each other with ease, making sure the tree is balanced before you step back.

“Somethings missin.” You both mutter, pointing out the same empty spot on the tree.

“Damn and we're out of ornaments huh? Should we move one or?” You sip your drink as you look it over, it was almost the perfect tree. Almost.

Hakuji chews his cheek for a long, long time, all evening he moved around the ornament he couldn't stomach to look at but something gnaws at his bones and if he closed his eyes he would think he could feel her small arms wrap around his middle to whisper to him from behind.

“I want you to lead a rich and full life. I want you to be happy, I know you won't forget me but I don't want you to mourn me forever.”

He swallows thickly, reaches for the box he left on your couch and grabs for the ornament. Koyuki picked it out the first year the two of them moved into his father's house he inherited, the one he long since moved out of.

The snowflake was special as the glitter reminded Koyuki of fireworks, of herself and Hakuji. The fireworks he said she'd see year after year, even if he had to carry her. He stands there a moment, aglow in the warmth of the lights, the colors shining on his inky black fingers before he gives the ornament a small kiss, hanging it up in that empty spot.

Stepping back to look over his work and you gasp, not realizing it's meaning or maybe you do.

“Hakuji!” For the first time that night you sound excited, “It's fuckin perfect! Thank you!”

When you look up at him you notice his icy gaze is watery, making your body stiff for a second as you watch the strongest man you knew crack before your eyes.

Letting your body move on its own as you lace your fingers with his, pulling him closer to you so you could rest your head on his shoulder in an attempt to support him even as he stands tall.

“I bet she's happy that it's up. Look at how it shines.” You sigh and you don't sound jaded or that you've come second. You sound content, happy and all it does is worsen the lump in Hakuji's throat.

“She won't be jealous?” He swallows just in time to stop his voice from cracking, “Or be upset?”

You look up at him and he is unashamed to look down at you with tears threatening to fall. You give a sad half smile, cupping his face to wipe away the stray tear that falls from his icy eyes and light lashes.

“Hakuji, Koyuki sounds like she was the type of woman that all she expected of you was to be happy. She wouldn't have wanted you to hide your whole life of memories away in a dusty box with only her shrine to remember her by. She'd want you to live a fulfilled life, I know it.” Getting teary eyed yourself as you wipe another of his stray tears.

He looks down at you for a long, long time, lets out a sigh, leans into your touch.

“Fuck this holiday.” He sighs out, brows furrowed while he squeezes your hand tightly.

You give a watery laugh before agreeing, “Fuck this stupid fucking holding.”

You untangle yourself from him for fear of it getting awkward before he sits on the couch. Pulling you to sit down right next to him before he puts his arm around you to bring you closer to him by your ribs.

“Hakuji?” You look up at him, giving him a view of the lights from the tree dancing in your eyes. A warm, cozy glow cast over your features making his chest tight. You looked good like this, tucked under his arm, giving him a confused, curious look. You looked beautiful.

“It's alright if I stay to look at our hard work right?” He winks, passing you your mug before he grabs his own, “Sides I've got hot chocolate left.”

You settle into his side a bit, let his warmth seep deep into your bones as you sigh big and content.

“I'd love for you to stay.”

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