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devildomwriter · 11 months

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Lucifer Birthday Fun Fact Special 100 Facts

1. In the Celestial realm, Lucifer was a seraph

2. When Lilith went to earth to meet her boyfriend, Lucifer would secretly follow and spy on them

3. Lucifer is the reason Leviathan is obsessed with anime

4. When asked if he prefers cats or dogs, Lucifer simply stated Cerberus

5. Lucifer is the one who originally tamed Cerberus and was forced by Diavolo to adopt him

6. Lucifer sometimes compares himself to Barbatos

7. Lucifer cannot make Diavolo’s favorite food, last time he tried, Diavolo texted MC pleading with them not to allow Lucifer to make it again

8. In the celestial realm, Lucifer had a friendly rivalry with Michael, his co-leader

9. Simply out of spite, Lucifer visited the celestial realm’s first planetarium before Michael had a chance because he knew Michael would want to do so first

10. Lucifer and Simeon sometimes took naps together in the celestial realm

11. Lucifer considered Simeon his brother before the great celestial war

12. Lucifer didn’t realize he’d become a demon after being cast out of heaven until Barbatos pointed it out

13. The first time Lucifer visited the Devildom he critiqued the low quality soil

14. Lucifer loves flowers, specifically roses, he sometimes cross breeds them and takes such good care of them that Mammon feared for his life when he accidentally sat on one

15. Mammon is Lucifer’s favorite

16. Out of his brothers, Lucifer trusts Mammon the most

17. Lucifer sees techno pop as “cacophonous bleep-bloop music”

18. Lucifer has a big collection of cursed records

19. Lucifer had six wings until he ripped off two of them in anger, these wings combined with his overwhelming hatred became Satan

20. In Nightbringer it is revealed Lucifer actually had twelve wings from his father but never displayed all of them because they got in the way

21. Lucifer originally only intended to leave the celestial realm but after Lilith was sentenced to be erased from existence he escalated to a war

22. Lucifer went to meet Diavolo for the first time because Michael tricked him into it

23. Even in the Celestial realm, Lucifer’s punishments were physical and extremely harsh

24. Lucifer is skilled with multiple musical instruments. He’s most mentioned playing the piano but he’s also seen playing the violin, the drums, and a guitar

25. Lucifer loves classical music

26. Lucifer regularly goes to music shops to buy cursed records

27. Lucifer loves the theatre and after seeing a good play will ramble on about them and quote his favorite parts

28. Lucifer prefers his tea to be on the stronger side

29. Lucifer let his brothers believe Lilith died in the war so they wouldn’t have to suffer knowing they couldn’t ever see her again

30. Lucifer lied to Diavolo and trapped Belphegor in the attack to protect him from Diavolo’s wrath as Belphegor was considered treasonous

31. Lucifer once got so mad at Diavolo that he strung him up from the ceiling along with Solomon who plotted his murder

32. Lucifer is the only one who has attempted to attack MC more than once

33. Lucifer is the reason Luke is called a chihuahua

34. The first thing Lucifer does every morning is check for messages from MC

35. Lucifer supports Levi going to karaoke but only because he is constantly woken up in the middle of the night by his singing

36. Lucifer is ambidextrous

37. The painting in Lucifer’s is room is an artistic interpretation of his fall from grace

38. Lucifer works to the point of passing out. Diavolo bribes him to sleep by threatening to make a picture of him sleeping his lock screen

39. At the end of season one after forming a pact with MC, one of the player’s options leads to a sequence strongly suggesting the two have sex

40. Lucifer kept Asmodeus around him in the celestial realm because he wanted to be surrounded by the most beautiful angels

41. Lucifer recommended Beelzebub to become a seraph

42. Lucifer is not a morning demon

43. Lucifer think Beelzebub binging food is cute so he indulges him sometimes by buying lots of food

44. Lucifer watches horror movies with Mammon when Mammon is too scared to watch it by himself

45. Lucifer is the second tallest of his brothers, just slightly shorter than Beelzebub

46. When Lucifer accidentally forgot to save Diavolo in a virtual reality game the only reason Diavolo forgave him so quickly is because MC convinced Lucifer to meow cutely

47. Lucifer has frequent headaches caused by the intense stress his brothers give him

48. During Christmas, Lucifer stays up all night to deliver his brothers’ gifts

49. Lucifer had a Devil tube channel where he hid his identity as he told stories. He stopped after a week when Belphegor and Satan found out.

50. Lucifer holds onto items for sentimental value but hides this. Simeon sees through the lies.

51. Lucifer has secretly kept the portraits his brothers made of him in art class

52. There are many large portraits of Lucifer across the Devildom including one in the RAD Library

53. When Lucifer fell he landed where the RAD colosseum would eventually be built

54. Lucifer asked Diavolo to pull some strings to get Mammon the car he worked hard to afford

55. In the celestial realm Lucifer was more blunt and rude because he was already seen as perfect, in the Devildom he is calm and composed so others will see him as perfect since this is no longer the obvious assumption

56. Lucifer can read other people’s memories

57. Lucifer once took Simeon’s phone to text Luke asking his opinion on the brothers. Luke was angry when he found out and insisted Simeon get a lock which confused Simeon

58. When Mammon was put under an angelic spell he gave away everything he loved. He was depressed after being freed from the spell. Lucifer let Mammon use his credit card to buy everything he wanted to cheer him up again.

59. The only existing picture of Lucifer shirtless is owned by Diavolo who does everything in his power to keep it away from Lucifer

60. Lucifer puts spells on his brothers and himself to prevent photos being taken of him when he doesn’t want any

61. Lucifer once threw Levi into the ocean when Levi disguised himself as an octopus to try and take photos of Lucifer

62. Lucifer was the only one to believe in Mammon in the celestial realm and the only one who could control him so he kept Mammon by his side as his personal assistant

63. When Levi’s game affected the real world causing every doorway to lead somewhere different, Lucifer kept running into Mephistopheles who wouldn’t stop complaining to him

64. Lucifer helps the brothers kidnap MC in season 2 to prevent them from returning to the human world

65. Lucifer often has tea parties with Barbatos where they discuss and try new teas

66. Lucifer, Michael, and Raphael used to drink heavily together in the celestial realm.

67. One of the first things Raphael and Lucifer did after reuniting was get drunk together

68. When one of Solomon’s dishes backfired as usual, Satan actually managed to cast all his pain to Lucifer who had to then endure the side effects two times as much as everyone else

69. When his brothers acted up, Lucifer actually turned them in Test Name Sheets

70. Lucifer and MC once pretended to be a couple to scare off Lucifer’s fan club

71. Lucifer is uncomfortable around Solomon because he feels like he actually needs to use a lot of his strength to defeat Solomon

72. Lucifer is constantly avoiding Solomon trying to make a pact with him by casting spells on food and gifts that will persuade Lucifer to want to make a pact

73. Whenever Lucifer leaves the house overnight he puts a ward on his room to prevent his brother from getting in

74. Lucifer ring of light is inscribed with “Blessed be the bringer of light”

75. Lucifer’s nickname in the celestial realm was the morning star. He now uses this as his last name.

76. One of Lucifer’s favorite shows is The Tarot Games. He and Diavolo are working together to convince Barbatos to watch it too

77. Lucifer used to play the piano to help Belphegor fall asleep

78. Lucifer and Simeon were once so close that they sometimes can still tell what the other is thinking

79. Lucifer is shown to really enjoy camping to the point he isn’t bothered when a serial killer shows up

80. Satan is considered by Lucifer to be the safest option for MC to date in season one

81. Once as an angel Lucifer accidentally ate all the chocolates he and his brothers’ had and blamed it on Beelzebub

82. Not even Lucifer can resist the affect of Asmodeus’s eyes for long

83. Lucifer got upset when Diavolo released an interview in which he sung Lucifer’s praises most of the interview and what was released was still considered the abridged version

84. Lucifers greatest fear is dying and ascending back to the Celestial Realm

85. Lucifer was once shrunk to the size of MC’s hand by Solomon

86. Lucifer refuses to say anything under duress

87. When Lucifer lost a matching bracelet he had with MC he got extremely annoyed very easily to the point he even blew up the bathroom and sent Cerberus after Mammon

88. When Lucifer was shrunk, Satan and his brothers began dressing him up like a doll with magic

89. Lucifer liked demonus so much it’s what changed his mind about the Devildom and he began to like it

90. Lucifer will not hesitate to eliminate anything he sees as a threat to his brothers

91. To stop Satan from cursing anyone, Lucifer cast a spell to make it impossible for Satan to leave his side. He changed his mind when Satan kept growling at him from the corner of the room and he wasn’t able to get any sleep

92. Lucifer has said that whenever he tried to picture life without Mammon it felt as if something was missing

93. Lucifer finds his hectic schedule (thanks to his brothers) to be enjoyable

94. When a curse binding Lucifer and MC together was placed, Lucifer pretended to not be able to break it until he got called out by Diavolo

95. When Lucifer lost his memories, he immediately became close to his brothers again, choosing them as his family for a second time

96. Lucifer continues to try to get Diavolo to delete all his photos of him but always fails

97. Lucifer’s brothers joke that his “type” is Diavolo

98. Lucifer does not understand the point of night pool parties

99. Lucifer took two days to make a complete schedule for a trip for Diavolo and Barbatos, most of the time was spent writing notes making sure they wouldn’t get in trouble

100. Lucifer in Nightbringer (which takes place an unknown amount of time in the past) is already over ten million years in age

#obey me lucifer #obey me fun facts #happy birthday Lucifer

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kurikive · 2 years

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please! — pham hanni

newjeans_hanni x fem_reader

— y/n is most definitely not immune to pretty girls, and hanni is very pretty. she begs for one chance, but when it's given, what will she do?

genre : smau, fluff, crack

contains : mentions of underage drinking (PLS DONT IRL), cursing, gxg/wlw, mentions of other idols, most definitely incorrect depictions of idols, y/n being down bad

state : completed !

featuring ! ... yang jungwon (enhypen), han jihyo / jihan (weeekly), kamimoto kotone (tripleS), park yewon (ex-hot issue), kim taeyoung (cravity), choi yeonjun (txt), jang dana (ex-hot issue) &more

## profiles! : teletubbiez / oldpants

masterlist

1. drunkwony/n

2. hyein the furry

3. hyein the manipulator

4. y/n goes feral

5. oh no

6. we fucked up

7. the morning after

8. pretty little demon

9. jihan chef debut

10. fuck jungwon

11. do not

12. thee thum

13. GOT HER ASS!

14. he my zombie

15. french twink

16. ex-furry

17. she wants me

18. retirement party

19. bad influence

bonus! : soul's red hair

20. jihan curses?

21. first interaction

22. #Jungwon4RPDR (half written)

23. tiger onesie

24. jungwon str8?

25. niniz breakup (half written)

bonus! : yewon in paris

26. exposing y/n

27. upsetti spaghetti

28. microphonedria

29. jihyein x-men

30. skrunkly dunkly

31. booger

32. dance battle?! (half written)

33. WHAT in WHAT?!

34. popsicle police (half written)

35. truth or die (full written)

36. the rabbit and the tiger (full written)

37. ants in my bussy

38. IT WASNT ASS

39. viva minjihan

40. jungwon boyfriend?

41. princess kit

42. monday madness

43. OUR drink (half written)

44. #BUSTED

45. wookmin

46. potential slay

47. not this again

48. heartbreak jinx

49. the title

50. drunk confessions

51. realizations

52. good morning y/n

53. WAKE UP JUNGWON (full written)

54. bread & feelings (full written)

55. nvm

56. feeling endangered

57. hanni killing spree?

58. don't you like her?

59. luciano

60. WE DID IT

61. hell naw

62. love and... war?! (full written)

63. hospitals... ugh. (full written)

64. COME HOME Y/N

65. get in loser, we're getting drunk (half written)

66. how the turns tabled (full written)

bonus! : love lesbiabs

67. you reek, and even then i still like(love) you (full written)

epilogue: losers, lovers, and lesbians

taglist ## !

@lcv3lies @yourwife @haerpins @rosielover69 @luvkait @lizseos @gojosrug @xuimhao @captivq @yumtooki @ahnneyong @seeju @sserajeans @phamminji @llluvbluy @sserafimez @misumiausworld @nicha07 @archerheejin @skisk1 @giginings @falling-intoo-deep @jenaissantesworld @txtbrainrot @luvrsxt ...

#newjeans #haerin #hanni #danielle #minji #hyein #newjeans smau #newjeans fic #newjeans imagines #newjeans x reader #hanni x reader #imagines #smau

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mimis-memes · 1 year

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🍎 ｡:*• ─ WEREWOLF SENTENCE STARTERS. › ( a compilation of werewolf-themed quotes from various media & some original ones. feel free to adjust them to better fit your muses ! )

1. ❝ I didn't choose to become a werewolf. ❞ 2. ❝ Have you seen a lot of werewolves ? ❞ 3. ❝ You were bitten, you're already changing. ❞ 4. ❝ I’d take a silver bullet for you, you know ? ❞ 5. ❝ We were attacked by a lycanthrope, a werewolf ! ❞ 6. ❝ Am I a victim of your carnivorous lunar activities ? ❞ 7. ❝ Isn't there any way that I can become human again ? ❞ 8. ❝ Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. ❞ 9. ❝ The last remaining werewolf must be destroyed. It's you ! ❞ 10. ❝ You’re one of them ! I've hunted these creatures for years ! ❞ 11. ❝ I may be upset or screwed up right now, but I'm not a wolf ! ❞ 12. ❝ Did you just whistle at me ? I’m a wolf, not a dog, you know ? ❞ 13. ❝ You don't scare me. Underneath all that hair, you're still a dork. ❞ 14. ❝ Am I a werewolf ? I don't know, I'll let you know by the next full moon. ❞ 15. ❝ Yeah, be rational, sure. You’re a fucking werewolf, for Christ's sake ! ❞ 16. ❝ Wait... you’ve always known about me being a werewolf all along ? ❞ 17. ❝ The full moon is rising. Would you rather I remained out here with you ? ❞ 18. ❝ The three “F”s of being a werewolf — feeding, fighting, and… reproduction. ❞ 19. ❝ I'm torn between feeling very scared of you and finding you terribly attractive. ❞ 20. ❝ I was always meant to be a werewolf, I just know it ! How do I get one to attack me ? ❞ 21. ❝ You're real, lycanthropy is real, so the solution must be real. We’ll find it together. ❞ 22. ❝ There's gotta be a cure, right ? Otherwise, there'd be a hell of a lot more of them ! ❞ 23. ❝ Tomorrow night's the full moon. You're gonna change. You'll become... a werewolf ! ❞ 24. ❝ If they were to send a werewolf to the moon, would he be a werewolf permanently ? ❞ 25. ❝ I didn’t see. I was chased by a big thing, uh-- some kind of wild animal. A wolf maybe ? ❞ 26. ❝ I am a fucking werewolf ! Do you think I want to go back to being a nobody ? No thanks ! ❞ 27. ❝ Maybe he's like you, and it's not in his nature to kill, and he secretly wants to mate with me... ❞ 28. ❝ If you survived an attack by a werewolf, wouldn't you become a werewolf yourself at the next full moon ? ❞ 29. ❝ Just the other night, half-man, half-beast got shot down ! They took 'em to the hospital... was it you ? ❞ 30. ❝ Do you really believe that tomorrow night, under the full moon, I'll sprout hair and fangs and eat people ? Bullshit ! ❞ 31. ❝ Haven’t you heard ? There was a disturbance in our neighborhood involving some sort of mad dog... or was it a wolf ? ❞ 32. ❝ Soo... you guys are werewolves too, huh ? Super glad to know you, I thought I was the only one around here. ❞ 33. ❝ You’re telling me you were bitten on a full moon, and now you’re getting hairy... could you be turning into a werewolf ? ❞ 34. ❝ I woke up thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. I’ve never had a family before, I’m happy we met. ❞ 35. ❝ I googled “what to do when your future werewolf mate courts you and brings you a dead rabbit.” There was a lot of porn, then I found a recipe for stew. It was delicious ! The stew, not the porn. The porn was weird. ❞

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whentommymetalfie · 5 months

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Home to you -chapter 42

-Endings-

Prologue//1//2//3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41

Pairing: Tommy/Alfie

Summary: In the aftermath of Polly's visit, Alfie and Tommy make a decision.

Warnings: mental instability, hallucinations, suicidal ideation, past attempted suicide

Wordcount: 5,7 K

”Let him go, Tommy, let him cool off!”

Arthur grabs him from behind, tries to hold him back, keep him from going after Alfie. Tommy fights him, squirms and tugs at the arms. But Arthur is stronger, always been, even before Tommy became all skin and bone he’d struggle; now it’s like trying to push past a solid wall, nothing he does helps, and a desperate whine tear from his throat.

“Tommy, Tommy, shh, calm down, he just needs to walk it off. Give him some space.” Arthur holds him by shoulders, wraps one of his long arms across his chest in a vice like grip and Tommy doesn’t like being touched like this, Arthur’s hurting him and he won’t- won’t listen

“Alfie!” he calls, but Alfie doesn’t come, because Alfie needs him this time, and he has to make Arthur understand.

“I have to- let me go,” he begs and wriggles to get out of Arthur’s grip.

“He’s not right in the head, at least not right now. He might- he could hurt you,” Arthur pleads, holding him tighter until he can barely breathe. Tommy hunches over and bites his arm. With a shout, Arthur releases him and he bolts, runs through the hallway and the corridor leading to the kitchen, but there, Arthur catches up and grabs his wrist.

“No!” Tommy screams, a shrill and desperate cry that makes Arthur release his arm as if he’s burnt himself, and the sound shocks him into stillness for a moment. He stumbles backwards, catches himself against the table, Arthur blocks the way forward, stands there still with his hands outstretched.

“Tommy, please listen to me-“

“No, no, Alfie- Alfie needs me,” he says, and it still feels strange, as if it’s not his own voice, not him talking. He looks over Arthur’s shoulder, towards the living room and the open glass doors.

“Then I’m coming with you. I’m not letting you run off into the dark alone. Not again. Not to find someone who might potentially lose it.”

“Alfie would never hurt me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do,” Tommy says and stares straight into Arthur’s eyes. Arthur grits his teeth. Stares back. But then he sighs

“Fine. If you say so.” He lowers his hands, lets them hang along his sides, and Tommy takes the chance and runs. This time, Arthur doesn’t try to grab him. He calls Alfie’s name again, feels tears burning in his eyes, without Alfie here it feels like the ground has dropped beneath his feet. Through the living room and the open doors, he runs into the darkness, doesn’t even realize until he’s halfway across the lawn that it scares him, makes it feel as though his feet are sinking into the shadows, but it doesn’t matter, he needs to find Alfie.

When he reaches the outer edges of the garden and the low stone wall he first sees a foot, an outstretched leg and then all of him. Alfie is sat leaned against the wall, chest heaving in slow, breaths, jaw clenched. His gaze flickers briefly to Tommy.

“Just need- need a second, love,” he says, voice thick, closes his eyes and presses the heels of his hands into them, gritting his teeth. For a second, Tommy hesitates. He does what Alfie tells him, always does, Alfie knows best, and perhaps he should leave him alone. But then Alfie’s shoulders quake with a strangled sob, and it’s all it takes for him to make up his mind. He sits down by his side and wraps his arm around his shoulders. Alfie leans into the touch, hugs him tightly and pulls him closer and up onto his lap, holds him so tightly that it squeezes the air from his lungs. But that doesn’t matter, because for once he knows he’s doing the right thing, that he’s helping. Alfie buries his face in the crook of his neck as he cries.

It's frightening, hearing Alfie cry, he’s never cried before. And he holds onto Tommy like a man drowning.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers between sobs, and what is he sorry for? Aunt Polly, maybe, but Tommy could never hold that against him. Alfie wanted to protect him. And when it truly mattered, he listened. Tommy runs his fingers through Alfie’s hair, relaxing into the embrace. Doesn’t have the right words to say, but it feels like it’s enough to just be there. Let Alfie hold onto him.

Eventually the sobs ebb out. By then, his shirt front is wet with tears. Alfie pulls out of the hug slightly, and Tommy hesitates for a moment before wiping the tears away with his thumb and leaning into kiss his temple. Alfie rests his head against the wall and closes his eyes, breathing slowly now. But he still holds tightly onto Tommy, so he stays on his lap and lays his head on his shoulder. The night air is cold, but Alfie is warm, and the sky is full of stars. He hadn’t noticed before.

Alfie wipes a hand over his face and looks towards the sky.

“Remember- no, you probably don’t, but back home, we sat an entire night out on the steps because you couldn’t sleep. Liked to sit out there, didn’t you, watching the stars.”

“I remember,” he whispers, teeth clattering together. Alfie looks at him, and smiles slightly.

“Become right the chatterbox, haven’t you? Been quiet for so long now that I reckon you’ve got plenty of things to say.”

At that, Tommy huffs, because at least with Alfie he understands when it’s one of his jokes. Alfie smiles wider. Alfie’s smile is like the sun. He rubs Tommy’s back.

“Fuck, you’re freezing. Barefoot and all. And in just your nightshirt. Who gave you permission to walk around like that, hm?”

Tommy looks pointedly at Alfie’s feet, which also are bare.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a layer of protection, see,” Alfie says and pats his belly. “Go on, let’s get inside. I’d carry you, but I think both my fucking legs are asleep by now.”

Tommy gets up and offers a hand to Alfie, who takes it, but uses the wall for support to get up. He pulls Tommy against his side and they walk back towards the house together.

“Fuck, something’s happened. I just know it. If he’s not back in one fucking minute, I’m going out looking.”

Arthur is pacing the kitchen, where apparently half the household has gathered: a bleary-eyed Finn is sat by the table, Esther is making tea, looking as alert as if she’d been awake for hours and Lizzie is stood before Arthur with her arms crossed and a tense expression on her face.

“That won’t be necessary,” Alfie says and Tommy huddles closer to him as several pairs of eyes focus on him. “Got him right here, safe and sound.”

Arthur’s entire body seems to sag with relief.

“You okay, Tommy?” Lizzie asks. “I heard what she- what happened. With Polly.”

“Can’t fucking believe she’d do that,” Finn mutters.

“Well, she’s clearly lost it,” Arthur says. “Raving about bloody voices and-“ he cuts himself off. Clears his throat. “Ada’s getting her home, at least.”

“Do you want a cup of tea, mr. Solomons?” Esther asks and pours a cup for Finn at the table. “What about you, Tommy dear? Something to warm you up a little.”

Feeling utterly lost for a moment, Tommy looks to Alfie for answers. Alfie gives him a look back, raises his brow in question. He squeezes his arm twice.

“No, thank you, Esther, but I think we’ll just head off to bed,” Alfie says. “Been a bit of an ordeal, this.”

“I heard that you’re talking again, Tommy?” Lizzie asks, and he nods. She smiles crookedly. “But not right now?”

“He’s just tired,” Alfie says and rubs his back. “We’ll talk more in the morning, alright?”

They get a chorus of goodnights in response, and Alfie takes him upstairs, to the bathroom where he helps him wash the grass off his feet with hot water. Helps get them warmer, too. Tommy sits on the stool next to the tub afterwards, eyes only half open as Alfie steps into the tub and does the same to his own feet. He rubs his eyes. They sting with weariness now when all the adrenaline is gone. Alfie smiles.

“Let’s get to bed, hm, love?”

Guided by Alfie, Tommy drops his damp shirt and underwear somewhere along the way to the bed and virtually collapses in a heap onto the mattress. Soon he’s tucked underneath all the blankets with Alfie wrapped around him in a protective hug, an arm around his back and a hand buried in his hair.

“So, sweetheart, I’ve been thinking,” Alfie says, voice soft. “And, this is a mere suggestion, but I think it’s about time we went back home. Because between this fucking ordeal, your brother walking in on us this morning, and the all around chaos- Well, let’s just say, as much as I’ve come to fucking tolerate your family, I think I’ve just about had it with them for now. And I do think you’d benefit from some peace and quiet. So, what do you say?”

Home.

The word makes his heart flutter with something strange and foreign that he barely recognizes at first, but it elicits a strange sound between a laugh and a sob and he nods into Alfie’s chest.

“Yeah? You want to go home?”

“Yes,” he whispers and Alfie squeezes him tightly. Tommy lifts his head to look up at him through the darkness. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow evening,” Alfie says. Takes his chin in his hand and runs his thumb along his jaw. “Ishmael’s got the car in Birmingham. And knowing Esther, I think she’d like to have a few hours to get the house in order. But yeah, tomorrow. Though considering how many times I’ve failed to keep that fucking promise, I’m not saying anything until we’re in the bloody car.”

Tommy lays his head back on Alfie’s chest and melts into his embrace as he begins stroking his back.

“It’s not true, what she said, your aunt,” Alfie whispers suddenly. “Alright? I need you to know that.”

“I’m tired,” Tommy says and closes his eyes to indicate he doesn’t want to broach that subject. If it were up to him, he’d wake up tomorrow and find that it’s all faded from his memory like a bad dream, the way Polly looked at him. Said things that so well mimicked what the voices always tell him, to the point she might as well have been one of them. He just wants to forget all of it. But it’s a naïve thought, of course. It’s carved into the deepest crevices of his mind.

Alfie kisses the top of his head.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow. Want me to read you something?” he asks, yawning, and Tommy tries to manage a reply. But before he’s figured out how to make one, he’s fallen into an exhausted sleep. And for once, it’s one without dreams.

…

When he wakes up, he’s dazed and utterly lost, feeling disconnected from his own body. Thankfully it’s Alfie’s footsteps coming across the floor that wakes him, so he’s not alone. Tommy blinks and sees that his mouth is moving, but it takes a while before he can make sense of the words. Talking about the travel arrangements, Alfie is. At least he thinks so. Esther’s already left; insisted she wanted at least a few hours with the house to herself, to get things in order, wouldn’t take no for an answer, and so had taken the first available train. He’s been asleep for a long time. Past lunchtime. Alfie tells him all of this as he sets down a tray with his breakfast on the nightstand and Tommy’s a bit too dazed to quite make sense of all the logistics, but clings to the important bit: Ishmael will have the car ready no later than four this afternoon and then they can go home.

After helping him into a clean flannel shirt, Alfie sits with him on the bed as Tommy does his best to eat his porridge, Alfie’s arm around his shoulders, his hand coming up ever so often to pet his hair. Once he’s eaten all he can manage, Tommy lays his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes. It’s so heavy, his head. As if the memories of last night have added physical weight to it. Each of Polly’s words, a ton each…

He's on the verge of nodding off again when there’s a knock on the door, and he opens his eyes to find his older brother stood on the threshold.

“Heard you were going home today,” Arthur says. “So I figured- I just- could I have a word with you, Tom? Alone.” He gives Alfie a look. Alfie glares back, but when Tommy gently squeezes his arm, he presses a quick kiss onto his forehead and climbs off the bed, taking the tray along with him on his way to the door. Arthur steps aside to let him pass, but the two exchange yet another frosty look before Alfie closes the door behind him.

Shoulders tense, Arthur slowly approaches the bed, hesitates for a second, and then sits down on the edge, somewhere around the middle. Close, but not too close. Tommy finds himself with his knees drawn to his chest, back against the headboard. He waits for Arthur to say something. The silence in the room grows thicker with every second until Arthur finally sighs.

“I should’ve gone after you,” he says and stares at the floor. “That night. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for not doing that.”

Tommy digs his nails into his palms. Icy dread fills him as the memories begin flicking before his eyes, even as he tries to push them to the back of his mind where they belong.

“And I’m not asking you to forgive me. But I want you to know that I’m sorry, for all of it,” Arthur goes on. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come and see you, when you were just- afterwards. At Arrow House. Don’t have any explanations, other than I was just a fucking coward. Couldn’t face that what I did- that I didn’t see, didn’t want to fucking see. That I didn’t do something. And I’m sorry that I’ve done such a shitty job at taking care of you since you came back. Can’t seem to fucking get it right. And sorry that I’ve never been there when you needed me That I’ve been such a shitty big brother.”

Arthur stops talking. He’s kept his gaze at the floor until then, hands alternating between gripping his knees and laying clenched on his lap, but now he glances up at Tommy. Who doesn’t know what to say. He should say that it’s okay, he doesn’t deserve Arthur’s apologies, anyone’s apologies.

But it’s true. Arthur let him go, left him alone when he needed him, didn’t come to find him- No one came

seconds that melted into endless minutes hours and days all at once as he lay there in the mud, bits of his brain leaking out into the soil, blood seeping in hot trails down his face until it too was swallowed by the earth, the pain pulling him under for only brief, blissful moments of nothing.

All night, he knows now, all night he lay there and no one came

“Why should they have gone looking for you?” Grace whispers. “You know they were happy to be rid of you.”

“It’s okay,” he says finally and Arthur slams his palm against the mattress with a deft sound that causes him to flinch.

“It’s not, Tommy!” he says. “Fucks sake, you’ve got to have some self-respect left!”

Arthur’s raised voice makes his heart race. Brings up memories of cowering against the wall as Arthur shouts at him, Tommy, snap out of it, of Arthur hitting him. Is always too rough whenever he grabs him, as if there’s hidden anger behind every touch and Tommy pushes himself against the headboard of the bed as if he could put himself out of reach as Arthur’s voice rises to a shout, “You could’ve died! Because I let you go in the first place, and because it’s a wonder you survived laying in that cold fucking field all night with a bloody hole in your head. Don’t ever fucking say that any of that was okay!”

“Don’t shout at me,” Tommy pleads, barely managing more than a whisper, but Arthur snaps his mouth shut around his last word.

“Sorry, fuck, you see?” he says, then. “I’m- I don’t mean to do that. Just keeps happening and I don’t know how to… bearound you.” He reaches for him and Tommy can’t stop himself from flinching, despite the desperate glow in Arthur’s eyes as he drops the hand to his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he says, again. “And I get that you might not know- You don’t have to say anything about it, is what I mean. But none of it was fucking okay. And I should’ve said I was sorry a long time ago.”

Arthur clears his throat and gets off the bed.

“Well, I’ll let you… Yeah. I just needed you to know that,” he says without looking at him, and quickly makes his way to the door, closing it softly as he leaves the room.

…

Tommy needs to say goodbye to Ruby and Charlie before they leave. He owes them as much, he knows, no one needs to tell him, but when Lizzie brings the matter to him, as he sits with Alfie in the kitchen waiting for the hours to pass and their car to arrive, the feeling is nothing short of sheer panic.

“I’ve already talked to them, several times, they won’t ask too many questions,” Lizzie promises him, evidently seeing right through him. “They just want to say a quick goodbye. Finn promised to take them to the stables afterwards, so they’re already preoccupied by that idea.”

Tommy nods, but he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this without completely falling apart. Alfie rubs his back.

“You’re not letting them down, treacle,” he says as Lizzie disappears to fetch the kids. “It’s for the best, alright? We’ve been over this. For now, you’ve got to focus on just fucking recovering from all this.”

Grace cocks her head ever so slightly, stood by the kitchen counter. “You know you’d only hurt them by staying. You’ve got nothing to offer anyone. You can’t take care of them. You can’t even take care of yourself.”

“Stop,” Tommy whispers, it just slips out, even though he’s not supposed to talk to them. Alfie furrows his brow but as he opens his mouth, Charlie trots into the kitchen with Cyril next to him and Ruby in tow, hanging onto Cyril by one of the many folds around his neck. Lizzie stays in the doorway, supervising with her arms crossed over her chest, leaned against the doorframe.

“Uncle Finn is taking us to the stables!” Charlie announces happily as he comes over to where Tommy’s sitting, virtually bouncing up and down before the chair.

“That’s good,” Tommy manages.

“Yes, because there’s always lots to do in the stables, so it’s good that we can help,” Charlie says and Tommy nods in agreement. Both kids look expectantly at him but he doesn’t know what to say. How to say it. His insides are already in knots and now his throat closes up as it so often does when he can’t find the right words. Any words at all. He doesn’t even have to look to Alfie for help before he speaks up.

“Your mum’s told you that your dad’s going away to rest, hasn’t she?” he says, and Charlie nods slowly, furrowing his brow. Ruby mirrors her brother’s expression. Tommy carefully slides off the chair onto his knees to get on Charlie’s eyelevel, and pets Cyril’s big head. The dog leans into the touch.

“Mum says dad’s going to live with you,” Ruby says and squints up at Alfie.

“Yeah, well, he needs someone to look after him, you see. Sometimes people need a bit of help if they’re going to get better, right, when they’re not doing well.”

Charlie nods slowly, biting the nail on his right thumb.

“Do you live in a pirate ship?” Ruby asks.

Alfie chuckles. “Now that’d be something, wouldn’t it? No, just a regular old house. But it’s by the sea.”

“Mummy says you have to go, or you could get really, really sick again and just lie in bed. Like before,” Charlie says and looks at Tommy with big eyes, still with the tip of his thumb in his mouth. “Do you promise you’ll get better, if you go?”

Tommy bites the inside of his cheek and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. Clenches his hands into fists until his nails cut into his skin. Keep it fucking together. Just another minute. He can’t fall apart like this, doesn’t want to scare them. And he tries to drown out the voices telling him he’s already done enough damage.

“I promise,” he says, and hopes his voice sounds steadier than it feels, he can’t tell, but Charlie’s brow smooths out so it couldn’t have been that bad. Alfie hunches over on his chair, elbows resting on his knees as he looks at Charlie.

“And I tell you what, seeing as it’s not a pirate ship, there’s a phone in the house. And you can call, whenever you want.” Charlie’s entire face lights up.

“Can we visit too?” he asks, and Tommy’s just about to say yes when Lizzie beats him to it.

“When daddy’s feeling better,” she says. There’s a slight crease between her eyebrows that Tommy doesn’t understand, but he nods in agreement when Charlie looks to him for confirmation.

“And you’ll come see our new house?” he asks, and Tommy nods again. Attempts to smile but isn’t sure if he succeeds.

“Of course,” he says.

Ruby’s brow is still furrowed. She releases Cyril’s fur and tugs at Alfie’s pant leg.

“Will you make sure the bad people don’t hurt daddy ever again?”

“I will,” Alfie answers solemnly, giving Ruby his full attention. She puts on an even more serious look, that Alfie mimics.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

Satisfied, Ruby nods and goes back to holding onto Cyril who patiently stays in place, panting ever so slightly. Charlie is looking thoughtfully at Tommy and he forces himself to meet his gaze, where in that moment, something old and almost ancient seems to glint under the surface. Tommy desperately wishes he could wipe that look away. Wishes he could’ve done a single thing right where his kids are concerned. Given Charlie and Ruby all those things he never had, growing up. It’s all he’s ever wanted. Instead, he’s only tried and failed to do right by them. At least now, he won’t be able to do more damage. Perhaps that’s the best thing he can offer.

“Think you’re ready to go to the stables now?” Lizzie asks from the doorway. “Bet Snowball is really looking forward to seeing you.”

Ruby squeals with joy as if she’d completely forgotten and this was a great surprise. She throws her arms around Tommy in a tight hug, chirps a quick ‘bye daddy’ and runs off towards the hallway and the front door.

Charlie hugs him next, for a long time.

“Are you sure there’s a phone?” he asks into Tommy’s chest. Tommy rubs his back.

“I’m absolutely sure,” he says and smiles when Charlie pulls away to look at him. And thinks he manages this time, because Charlie also smiles, and whatever was in his eyes has gone again. Tommy ruffles his hair. “Go say hi to the horses from me.”

After another hug, and a wave in Alfie’s direction, Charlie sets off with Cyril in tow, and Tommy barely has time to get up on unsteady feet before Finn comes into the kitchen and pulls him into a tight hug without a word.

Tommy’s still amazed at how tall he’s gotten, surprised each time his nose ends up somewhere around his chest.

“Keep in touch, will you?” Finn says, voice thick. “Don’t even have to talk if you don’t want to just… let me know you’re okay. Have Alfie call.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, and he still has to remind himself to continue talking, if he stops it’ll be hard to start again. He’ll forget how to. Finn squeezes him one last time and pulls out of the hug. Alfie comes up to him and holds out a hand.

“Take care of yourself, alright,” he says as they shake hands. “Right? Got to even out the ratio of Shelbys in full control of their faculties. Ada and Lizzie are gonna need you to help keep that brother of yours in line.”

Finn nods curtly. It’s strange, seeing him stone faced and serious. All grown up. “Look after my brother,” he says, and it’s Alfie’s turn to nod. Thankfully without any of his usual quips.

“Uncle Finn!” Ruby’s voice comes from the hallway. “Charlie won’t let me sit in the front seat but it’s my turn, tell him!”

“Better go keep the peace,” Finn says and smiles, the ice melting from his eyes as he clears his throat. “See you for dinner, Liz?”

Lizzie nods, and Finn leaves. Tommy feels Alfie’s hand on his arm and he allows himself to be led to a chair by the table where he sinks down, head spinning.

When he looks down at his trembling hands, he finds them full of bloody crescent moons from his nails.

…

He spends the rest of the day sat by the kitchen window waiting, eyes on the driveway. Alfie lets him. Just coaxes him into eating a little something and drinking a few cups of tea. At half past three, two cars finally pull up on the driveway. He doesn’t recognize which one is Alfie’s, but he recognizes Ishmael, who climbs out of the driver’s seat on the Mercedes. When Alfie goes to meet him, Tommy follows close behind, holding onto the back of his sleeve. They meet Ishmael in the hallway and him and Alfie exchange a few phrases in Hebrew. Ishmael hands over a set of keys to Alfie.

“You haven’t changed your mind, Sir?” he asks. “About driving down by yourself?”

“No, no, honestly getting to sit in peace and fucking quiet and drive for a few hours sounds like a dream right about now. Just get the luggage sorted,” Alfie says and nods towards the single suitcase on the floor.

Lizzie appears in the hallway just as Ishmael’s climbed into the second car and the driver’s turned it around to disappear down the road.

“I know Ada would like to see you before you go,” she says. “She said she’d be home in the afternoon. Think you could give her another hour?”

Tommy finds himself looking to Alfie, who sighs and puts his coat back on the hanger.

“Fine, fine, what’s another hour, hm?” he says. “We’ll put on another bloody kettle.”

Half an hour later, Ada’s car comes driving down the gravel road towards the house, and Alfie herds Tommy out the front door the moment it stops on the driveway, hanging his coat over his shoulders as they go, despite the warm summer air. Appearing silently behind them, Lizzie follows them out onto the driveway.

“You’re leaving?” Ada asks as she closes the car door and comes to meet them.

“Yeah. Think it’s about time,” Alfie says. “Just figured we’d stay and say goodbye first.”

“I’m glad you did,” she says, and adds, “I had to make sure Polly got home okay. We’ve left enough family members to fend for themselves lately. I’m not making that mistake again.”

Alfie’s face darkens. Tommy steps closer to him, until their arms touch. For his own sake just as much as Alfie’s.

“She’s grieving Michael,” Ada says. And he can tell she’s trying to catch his gaze but he can’t bear to look up from the gravel “It’s not- she’s not thinking straight. She didn’t mean any of that.”

“Oh, sounded like she fucking meant it alright,” Alfie says. “And there are no, fucking no excuses for speaking to Tommy that way. Especially after all the damage her fucking son caused, right, which she in no way tried to stop, might I remind you. Don’t stand there defending her.”

“I’m not-“

“Well it sure as fuck seems like it.” Tommy hugs Alfie’s arm and he snaps his mouth shut around the words. He sighs. “Fine, fine, let’s just get the goodbyes over with. Before something else happens that delays this whole thing.”

Closing the distance between them, Ada comes to give Tommy a hug, hesitantly as if she thinks he might bolt. But when he doesn’t pull away she holds him tighter. Tommy only then manages to return the hug.

“Take care of yourself, Tom,” Ada whispers. Squeezes him one more time before breaking the hug and taking a step back, allowing Lizzie to take her place.

Lizzie isn’t as hesitant. There’s a new ease to her movements as she embraces him, enveloping him in a cloud of her perfume. And she smiles at him. “Me and Charlie will give you a ring Saturday,” she says “And if you’re not up for talking I bet Alfie can do most of that.”

“Of course. Happens to be one of my areas of expertise, that,” Alfie says. Him and Lizzie shake hands.

“Well, I’d like to thank you for your hospitality and for putting up with us for so long,” he says and takes Ada’s hand. “Goes for both of you, of course.”

“We’ll come and visit. When, if, you’re feeling up for it, Tommy,” Ada says. “And maybe one at a time. I’ve got it on good authority we can be a bit much.”

Alfie steps back to wrap his arm around Tommy’s shoulders. He’s grateful to have the secure weight back there.

“Speaking of being a bit much,” Alfie says and looks around. “Where’s big brother, then? Thought he’d want to show his face too.”

They all look to Lizzie for answers, but she simply shrugs. Alfie grunts. “Right, but he’s made his choice, then. Let’s get going before we’re stuck here for another week.”

Tommy allows Alfie to lead him to the passenger seat of the car and tries to not let it bother him that Arthur’s not here. It’s fine. Arthur struggles with goodbyes. It’s stupid to expect anything from him…

Alfie opens the door for him and he climbs into the front seat.

“Got a blanket here, love, if you get cold,” Alfie says and reaches over him to the back seat, putting the blanket on his lap. Runs his hand over his cheek in passing, before going around the car to the driver’s seat. Though he only has time to climb in and start adjusting the rearview mirror before the front door opens and Arthur appears between Lizzie and Ada on the steps.

“Hold up!” Arthur calls. Alfie sighs audibly. Glances at him, and melts when Tommy gives him a pleading look.

“Fine, go say goodbye to your brother.”

Tommy climbs back out as Arthur strides across the gravel towards the car, only to stop a few paces away from him. Whatever he’d planned to say, he seems to have forgotten. And Tommy doesn’t know what to say either. They end up in a long stretch of silence.

“Have a safe trip,” Arthur says, finally.

“Okay,” Tommy says. And feels stupid.

Then they’re back to standing quietly across from each other. Arthur rubs the back of his neck. Allows his arms to hang by his sides. And after a deep breath, Tommy takes the few steps that separate them, wraps his arms around his older brother’s chest and hugs him. Arthur lets out a surprised noise. Freezes up briefly, before returning the hug, tucking Tommy’s head against his chest.

When Tommy pulls out of the hug, Arthur audibly sniffles. Just once.

“Go on, better go back to the car before Solomons glares a fucking hole through my forehead,” he says and ruffles his hair. With Arthur following behind, Tommy climbs back into the car. Arthur holds onto the door and hunches over to set his eyes on Alfie.

“You take care of my brother, Solomons, you hear that? Or we’re gonna have an issue. Doesn’t matter if you’re all the way down in fucking Margate.”

“Sure, sure, Arthur,” Alfie says. “Have no doubt that you’ll come barging when we least expect it.”

“I’m serious. If I find out- if you as much as fucking think about hurting him I’ll-“

“Arthur, please,” Tommy says before his older brother can get any redder in the face. To his credit, Arthur does shut up. Clears his throat.

“Right. Sorry. Just- check in every once in a while, hm? Give me some peace of mind.”

“Of course,” Alfie says, with a completely solemn expression that makes Arthur wrinkle his brow in suspicion. But then, he nods and closes the door. Goes to stand on the front steps with Ada and Lizzie.

Alfie turns to him, face soft again. He brushes away a lock of hair that’s fallen over his eyes. It’s gotten so long, the hair on top of his head. “What do you say, love? You ready to go home?”

“Yeah.”

Alfie starts the car. Tommy looks back only once as they drive down the gravel road. At Ada who waves. Lizzie who’s smiling ever so slightly. And Arthur who’s blinking frantically. Then he relaxes into his seat, turned to the side so that he can set his eyes on Alfie, and the way the sunlight catches in the silvery strands of his beard.

Alfie shifts gears as he pulls out onto the road, and then reaches to lay a hand on his thigh. Tommy puts his own hand on top of.

They’re finally on their way back to Margate. Home.

#tommy x alfie #peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #breathe again verse #home to you

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moronic-validity · 6 months

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So ummmmmmmmm how do you picture (either in DWU or more canonish) Simon being pregnant (you choose the other parent!)

Okay so I don't usually write mpreg, but let's toy with this a little because I have some headcanons. (Edit: I had a lot of headcanons and would be willing to turn this into a mini fic series. It'd probably be a little longer than Stockholm Syndrome)

18+, but also not really

1) we're gonna explore this using the DWU because I've got an established relationship to work with.

2) Winter and Simon have a lot of unprotected sex, like a LOT. And they're both guys, so what's the issue, right? Wrong.

3) Simon begins getting nauseous as hell every morning and sometimes into late afternoon.

4) he also can't seem to stand the smell of meat.

5) Winter is concerned, but he just assumes Simon has a stomach bug

6) a few months pass and the nausea seems to lift a little, but now he's gaining weight.

7) Simon is mentally convinced he has stomach cancer or something in that line

8) so he calls Doctor Princess, who listens to the symptoms and laughs.

9) "Simon...if anyone with a uterus told me this, I'd be pretty sure they're pregnant."

10) Simon laughs and explains that as far as he knows, he doesn't have one, so that can't be it.

11) he humors her and lets her do an ultrasound.

12) surprise Simon, you're a dad!

13) Simon straight up faints.

14) Doctor Princess calls Winter (yeah shocker, he does actually have a phone, he just hates to use it)

15) Winter is ECSTATIC. He loves the thought of a little Petrikov running around the castle, of an heir to the Kingdom.

16) Simon comes to and Doctor Princess has to explain again that he is pregnant and well into the 2nd trimester at this point.

17) They come up with a game plan and he'll come in for ultrasounds pretty regularly just to make sure the baby is actually progressing and once he hits 40 weeks, they'll do a C-section.

18) Simon spends the next few weeks in a haze, still not believing he's pregnant, even after multiple ultrasounds and his growing belly confirm it.

19) Winter is in full blown I'm gonna be a dad mode. He's already designed a nursery and everything.

20) He also becomes a lot more protective of Simon, canceling larger events under the pretense of Simon dealing with a serious medical emergency.

21) Most of Ooo know Simon by this point and are incredibly worried about him.

22) PB and Marceline come for an unannounced visit, worried as hell about Simon (because while they don't really know how to feel about Winter, they LOVE Simon)

23) Winter almost send the Ice Scouts to stop them, but Simon is happy to see his new old friends.

24) Marceline sees his stomach and immediately knows.

25) her and Bonnibel are both incredibly confused, but also excited for him.

26) They want to throw a baby shower, Simon is on the fence, but when Marceline does the puppy eyes, he folds like a fucking lawn chair.

27) He finally thinks about it and gets Prismo's attention

28) he gets beamed up and Prismo is like heeeey dad to be, how're you feeling?

29) Simon asks for a favor and Prismo considers it before beaming his Finn, Marceline, and Bonnibel into the time room.

30) everyone but Finn is super confused before their focus turns on Simon

31) "Holy shit" is all Marceline can come up with.

32) they're all so excited for him and just happy to see him.

33) They hang out in the time room for a few hours before Prismo has to put everyone back

34) Winter asks how it went and Simon is like honestly? It was really good.

35) They agree that if it's a girl, they'll name her Beatrice and she'll go by Betty. If it's a boy, they'll name him Jake (Winter wants to name him after Finn, but Simon doesn't want to name him after someone still alive).

36) Simon starts getting really bad contractions around 38 weeks, but with no where for the baby to go, he doesn't know what to do.

37) Doctor Princess has been flying by the seat of her pants for all of this and realizes that it's time.

38) She gets Simon prepped for surgery and tells Winter to scrub in too.

39) the C-section goes as planned, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief when they hear the newest Petrikov cry.

40) It's a girl.

41) Winter is able to clip the umbilical cord, which for some reason, he was really looking forward to doing.

42) Simon is crying as Doctor Princess rests his baby girl on his chest. He has never felt so much love for another being in his life.

43) Winter holds his partner and his child and it really sinks in that this is his family and he will do any and everything to keep them safe.

44) Doctor Princess stitches him up and tells them she needs to wheel Simon to his room and they should probably stay at least over night just to make sure everything is okay.

45) time skip because everything is okay and Winter and Simon are stupidly good parents.

46) At Beatrice's first birthday, two strangers to the Kingdom find themselves in attendance, one as the brightest pink hair Simon has ever seen and the other has light blue hair and looks shockingly familiar, but he can't place him.

47) They, along with the rest of the kingdom dote on the Beatrice Petrikov. The crowd eventually dies down and goes home, until only the five of them are left.

48) "Hey Simon, sorry for surprising you like this, but I just had to see your kid! She's so cute!!!" The pink haired one said, slinging an arm over Simon's shoulders.

49) the dots connect

50) Simon hugs Prismo, laughing and explaining he didn't recognize him at first, then shakes Scarab's hand and thanks them both for coming.

51) Prismo takes a picture of the baby and her dads and promises to show Finn, Marcy, and Bonni.

52) I totally forgot to talk about Beatrice's appearance, she has Simon's skin tone and Winter's hair, with only a small tuft of black. She also doesn't have a nose, shocker, right?

#teddy talks #theo's thoughts #winterkov #simon petrikov #the winter king #simon x winter king #simoncest #winter king x simon #simonpetrikov #winterking #simon mpreg

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After our meeting, Gord and Um'reli went over options for trading. He didn't seem to give any indication that anything was amiss from our previous talk. After a bit of good natured haggling, Gord decided on taking a small amount of our currency - he was interested in the metallurgy of it - and a bale of our local tea for a dozen liters of maple syrup and a 10 kilos of coffee. I don't know if it was a fair trade or not, but he was pleased.

We saw him off with a smile and a wave, and the moment the Medicine Hat disconnected, The smile fell from my face. I turned to Ava. "We need to prep for the invasion. Now."

Ava was taken aback. "What? Now now?"

I was already striding towards the Throne. "Now. I'm calling the Builders. We need to be gone already."

Ava ran to catch up with me as I walked. "What's wrong Melody? Talk to me. What happened."

"Gord happened. He's some kind of highly placed AI. Maybe their leader? He didn't make it clear, and I couldn't tell. What he did make clear is that they're onto us. He came to spy on us and see what our opinions on AI were and he clocked the invasion fleet."

"But we're not anti-AI..."

"Yes, I managed to convince him of that."

"Then what's the rush?"

"He still thinks I'm incredibly dangerous and shouldn't exist." I stopped and turned to Ava. "Hon, I Voiced him and the first time he was able to shake it off. The second time it took, but I kept the commands somewhat generic and things he was leaning towards anyway. Things like 'we're not a threat' and 'tell everyone we're nothing to worry about' stuff like that." I started walking again. "He's going to go back to human space and report to... someone, then he'll realize he's been duped and they'll come and attack. We must be first. We have to go now."

Ava nodded. "Right. Okay Melody, everyone is on their way. If you say it's time to go, then it's time to go."

By the time I got to my Throne, most of my Builders were here. At this point there was over 100 of them. Between the Builders who run the Reach, and the Builders who operate my starships, and the Builders who help make new ones, I had a large group of people. As I cast my eyes over them, I remembered when it was just me and Ava and Omar and Um'reli walking into the Throne ourselves. It feels like so long ago, but was it even a decade? It's hard to imagine that so much has changed.

I sit on the Throne and leaned back and became Reach of the Might of Vzzx. Everyone sees me go slack, and suddenly I can see them all overhead. I'll speak through the Reach to them. It will be like I'm talking to everyone personally. "Builders. The time of our victory has come. Tomorrow morning, we shall link to the Sol system, and begin our conquest. We shall show them what it means to be Builders, what it means to be a subject of the Empire. Go, knowing that I love you all and that together we will be victorious!"

As one, they snap their heels together and bowed. I am so proud of them.

Ava and I head back to our rooms and plan. She's going to come with me on Vengeance of Lavinia II with Raaden in Command. I'm not going to officially be in command of anything. She will be in command, carrying out my orders. I'm coming along mostly to be the Voice when needed as we capture locations.

We planned it out months ago. After a Starbase or City is captured, we'll get the administrators together and I'll give a speech. I'll explain how they are now subjects of my empire and that I intend to leave the administrative hierarchy in place as it is now... just with me at the top. Any taxes that they pay will now be paid to me, and in return we shall protect and care for them just as we do for the Reach. We are making no plans to introduce new laws, or new religions or change the status of any people.

We are going to start by linking to Sol. Venus will be our beachhead. From there, we will send a crew to the Mercury Array and capture it. They mostly generate power and do high temperature manufacturing for the system, so it has a low population. Once they're captured, we're moving on to Luna and the Orbitals in the Lagrange points around Earth. From there, Earth itself. Ideally within a month, we will have taken all of Venus' territory and from there can expand to the High Mars Cities and the rest of the OPA. Given their distance, I see that taking a few more months, but outside of our first year, we should be able to secure the entire Sol system.

That doesn't mean that construction will stop either back here. We will be building more Calamity Class Dreadnoughts as well as training more volunteers. Eventually, I hope to be recruiting volunteers from Venus, Earth and the other locations, but for now we will be going with my best from the Reach.

After going over the plans one more time I take a bath with Ava. It will probably be our last bath for a while. As much as I wanted one, Omar said there wasn't room on the super dreadnoughts for a bath. We floated together, staring at the city lights through our window like we always do. Ava takes up her usual place next to me and we stare silently out into the night. "Melody, I'm worried."

"About what Ava? Everything is all planned out. We have the ships, we have the people, we have the plan. I think it's all going to go well. Didn't you want us to not dawdle any longer and go?" I smile in the dark.

"I don't know Melody, I'm just... scared I guess. I know why we're doing this, hell I was one of the ones who pushed you to actually invade. But now that it's real, I'm worried. It would be so easy for us to fail, for us to be destroyed."

I reach over and give her a hug. We sit there, grasping each other for a while in the dark. "I know Ava. But, all we can do is try. It's too late to back out. At this point, we go... or are gone."

Ava sighed. "You're right. We can't back down now. But, I'm allowed to think that this is crazy and scary but also that we need to do it to stay alive."

I nod. "I'll tell you what Ava. I'll do everything I can to stay alive and be a good Empress, but I need something from you."

"Anything Melody, just tell me."

"Stay by my side."

She snuggled in further. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

That morning we packed up. Ava and I went to the Vengeance of Lavinia II and came aboard to cheers and salutes. It took hours as a ship would dock, everyone came aboard, left and would repeat.

Finally, around dinner, we were ready. We had a huge communal meal in the massive canteen on the Lavinia II. I had specifically requested that the dining hall be able to hold as close to everyone as possible. I liked that sense of comradery we had on FarReach when we ate together. Walking around and listening, I heard snatches of conversation and laughter. Spirits were high, and everyone was excited for our assumed victory. I connected to all the ships - all seventeen of them - and gave a speech explaining what we were doing, why we were doing it and how we were going to help everyone in Sol.

I ordered one more night rest around the Reach, and after some training and getting a feel for the operation of the dreadnoughts with a full compliment of people, we went to bed, satisfied.

The last day dawned, and I was up on the Command Deck, in full Empress regalia. Flowing gown, wings and crown, with Ava at my side in a similar but simpler outfit. No longer just a Builder, I wanted my Wife to be dressed in a way that showed everyone who she was, how much she meant to me.

Grand Admiral Raaden sat in the command chair, her royal blue uniform razor sharp, pressed and elegantly tailored. Her hair was freshly cropped and she was smiling and chatting with her deck officers. I bet Venusian Archduke Raaden didn't smile very often.

"Having fun, Grand Admiral?" I laugh lightly and nod to her as we find two seats at the back of the deck, with a full view of everything.

Helen turns, and her smile gets even larger. "I'm having the time of my life Empress. Remind me to thank you again."

"Thank me? Why?"

Raaden rolls her eyes gently. "Melody, you taking a chance on me has caused me to realize a dream. I'm happy in my work, I have friends, and I'm using my skills to help people. You are the best thing to have happened to me."

My eyes tear up in the corners, just a bit. "Oh Helen." I stride over and bend down, giving her a hug. "You are a good friend, and we're lucky to have you." I stand straight. "We're all lucky to have you."

As I go back to my seat, a deck officer, an Aviens, looks up from their station. "Grand Admiral. We have received word from the other ships. Everyone is in place and settled for wormhole link."

I lean back in my chair just a bit and connect. Omar and Um'reli were able to reverse engineer the Throne and put a similar system in all the Calamity Class ships so we can stay in near instantaneous communication. They tried three times to explain to me how it works, but I kept on getting distracted and tuning them out. I finally just said "I'm glad you figured it out, and I'm also glad I don't need to know how it works to use it."

"Omar, you good to go?"

"Yup, Um'reli and I are over here ready and waiting. I have to say, being in the Captain's chair is quite a bit different than running things behind the scenes. I'm glad Um'reli is here to help out."

"He's being modest Melody, Omar is doing great. I swear I'm not doing anything, it's all him."

They laugh together as they work. Omar had asked if he and Um'reli could captain a ship together. I didn't see any issue with it and after I approved it, a few more couples came forth and asked to Captain together. It'll be a good thing, I just know it.

"Janais, are you good?"

"I am more than good, Empress, I am content. Possibly for the first time since Aeche left, I am content. Thank you Empress. We will be victorious."

Memories of Aeche, Janais' ship has more hours on their wormhole generator than all my other ships combined. Janais loves to link from place to place. She took a tour of all of our old systems and confirmed that they're all dust and nebulae. We decided to leave Gilmenny fallow and let nature recover there. Maybe in a few centuries we'll come back and set up a small colony, but for now, it can rest.

One by one, I personally check in with all my Builder Captains. Ginny has her first command, and I can tell Raaden is incredibly proud of her. Will was given his own ship as well, with most of the crew of the original Lavinia with him. The rest of the ships are captained by people from the Reach. I want to make sure everyone knows that we are in this together. It's not some upstart humans dragging over 13 million sapients into a war of conquest.

We're all in this together and every single person here is a volunteer who wants to be here.

As I come back to the command deck of the Lavinia II, I look around. Everyone is bustling about, triple checking to make sure everything is ready. It's not needed though, I know it is. We've been ready for months. Everyone was just waiting on me.

Well, now I'm ready.

I take a moment and flare the wings and crown just a bit, so they glow just enough to be dramatic. I gesture towards the screen. "Grand Admiral Raaden? It's time to begin. Please take us to Sol."

"Aye Empress."

We link home.

Part 40 (the end)

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans go on adventure #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and ai #humans and aliens #the k'laxiverse #jpitha #just a little further

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 49 - Proposals

Today’s stories are all about proposals and I think including them into this list is more spoiler-y than usual. Sorry! But they are all amazing ♥️

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Walk These Old Roads With Me - @queenrisa14

To reconnect with Usagi after his Galaxia-inflicted disappearance, Mamoru whisks her away to the mountains, trying to get over the chasm that has formed between them.

Let's Try This Again…- @areptiledysfunction1107

To make up for his Galaxia-induced botched proposal at the airport, Mamoru decides to rectify things by taking Usagi to check out the Perseid meteor shower and tell her his wish. This one is a lemon.

King of Earth, Fool of Love (and Fashion) - @midnightdrops

Mamoru finally worked up the courage and made a plan to propose to Usagi. That is until the rest of the senshi got involved “to help”

(Im)perfect Proposal - @kaleidodreams

Helios tries his best to propose to Lady Serenity, with everything going absolutely sideways.

Belonging - @tinacentury

This story is set in Sailor Stars if Mamoru DID make it to Harvard but Usagi still didn't realize that the ring he gave her was an engagement one. My favorite part was seeing Mamoru react to one of the best episodes of the season "A Night Alone Together: Usagi in Danger" unfold outside-looking-in.

The Reveal: Chapter 11: Theme: Secrecy - @kasienda

Mamoru is trying his best to propose to Usagi, except that Sailor Moon and her paranormal activities keep getting in the way. This story is definitely miscommunication done right!

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Next week we will cover the trop of "Locked In" - be it closets, islands or other tight spaces.

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Week 37 - Psychometry

Week 38 - What If

Week 39 - Missing Scenes Part I

Week 40 - Green Jacket

Week 41 - Dr Chiba

Week 42 - Birthdays

Week 43 - Fluff

Week 44 - First Kiss

Week 45 - Reviving Shitennou

Week 46 - Tutoring

Week 47 - Thunderstorms

Week 48 - Food

#sailor moon #usagi x mamoru #helios x chibi usa #fic rec #fic list #sailor moon fanfiction #proposal

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The Workers in the Vineyard

1 “The kingdom from heaven is like a landowner who went out early in the morning to hire workers for his vineyard. 2 After agreeing to pay the workers one denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard. 3 When he went out about nine o’clock, he saw others standing in the marketplace without work. 4 He told them, ‘You go into the vineyard, too, and I will pay you whatever is right.’ 5 So off they went. He went out again about noon and about three o’clocke and did the same thing. 6 About five o’clock he went out and found some others standing around. He asked them, ‘Why are you standing here all day long without work?’ 7 They told him, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He told them, ‘You go into the vineyard as well.’

8 “When evening came, the owner of the vineyard told his manager, ‘Call the workers and give them their wages, beginning with the last and ending with the first.’ 9 Those who were hired at five o’clock came, and each received a denarius.

10 “When the first came, they thought they would receive more, but each received a denarius as well. 11 When they received it, they began to complain to the landowner, 12 ‘These last fellows worked only one hour, but you paid them the same as us, and we’ve been working all day, enduring the scorching heat!’

13 “But he told one of them, ‘Friend, I’m not treating you unfairly. You did agree with me for a denarius, didn’t you? 14 Take what is yours and go. I want to give this last man as much as I gave you. 15 I am allowed to do what I want with my own money, am I not? Or are you envious because I’m generous?’

16 “In the same way, the last will be first, and the first will be last, because many are called, but few are chosen.”

Jesus Predicts His Death and Resurrection a Third Time (Mark 10:32-34; Luke 18:31-34)

17 When Jesus was going up to Jerusalem, he took the twelve disciples aside and told them as they were walking along, 18 “See, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be handed over to the high priests and scribes, and they will condemn him to death. 19 Then they will hand him over to unbelievers to be mocked, whipped, and crucified, but on the third day he will be raised.”

The Request of James and John (Mark 10:35-45)

20 Then the mother of Zebedee’s sons came to Jesus with her sons. She bowed down in front of him to ask him for a favor. 21 He asked her, “What do you want?”

She told him, “Promise that in your kingdom these two sons of mine will sit on your right and on your left.”

22 Jesus replied, “You don’t realize what you’re asking. Can you drink from the cup that I’m going to drink from?”

They told him, “We can.”

23 He told them, “You will indeed drink from my cup. But it’s not up to me to grant you a seat at my right hand or at my left. These positions have already been prepared for others by my Father.”

24 When the ten heard this, they became furious with the two brothers. 25 But Jesus called the discipless and said, “You know that the rulers of the unbelievers lord it over them and their superiors act like tyrants over them. 26 That’s not the way it should be among you. Instead, whoever wants to be great among you must be your servant, 27 and whoever wants to be first among you must be your slave. 28 That’s the way it is with the Son of Man. He did not come to be served, but to serve and to give his life as a ransom for many people.”

Jesus Heals Two Blind Men (Mark 10:46-52; Luke 18:35-43)

29 As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Jesus. 30 When two blind men who were sitting by the roadside heard that Jesus was passing by, they shouted, “Have mercy on us, Lord, Son of David!” 31 When the crowd told them harshly to be silent, they shouted even louder, “Have mercy on us, Lord, Son of David!”

32 Jesus stopped and called them, saying, “What do you want me to do for you?”

33 They told him, “Lord, we want to be able to see!” 34 Then Jesus, deeply moved with compassion, touched their eyes, and at once they could see again. So they followed him. — Matthew 20 | International Standard Version (ISV) The International Standard Version of the Holy Bible Copyright © 1995-2014 by ISV Foundation. All Rights Reserved internationally. Cross References: Leviticus 19:13; Deuteronomy 15:9; Deuteronomy 24:15; Job 30:8; Isaiah 51:17; Isaiah 51:22; Jeremiah 18:6; Jonah 4:8; Matthew 4:21; Matthew 8:20; Matthew 9:27; Matthew 9:37; Matthew 10:4; Matthew 13:4; Matthew 13:24; Matthew 21:1; Matthew 22:12; Matthew 23:11; Matthew 26:50; Mark 9:35; Mark 10:31; Mark 12:15; Mark 14:15; Mark 15:33; Luke 13:30; Luke 20:24; Luke 23:44; John 6:41; Acts 16:19; Acts 17:17; James 1:11

#parable of the Workers in the Vineyard #the request of James and John #Jesus heals two blind men #Matthew 20 #Gospel of Matthew #New Testament #ISV #International Standard Version Bible #ISV Foundation

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From the Ashes Pt. 21

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, darkin powers, took the idea of darkin from Jay Kristoff's Nevernight Trilogy, it's a super good series that has been my favorite for years

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

As Weles had taught you, you didn’t take your eyes off of your opponent. When you first met him back in Volon Therys, there was plenty of fear in you. Having spent nearly a year in the Red Temple you didn’t fear this darkin. You were angry.

“How shameful for one of your kind to dare attack Azor Ahai reborn.” Melisandre reprimands him although it slid easily off of the darkin. “Have you no dignity, darkling?”

“Aye I have dignity. Dignity regarding my title as the best assassin in all of the world.” Even though he addresses Melisandre, that one single eye of his continues to stare you down. Lifting up a black blade, you realized it wasn’t a sword at all; rather a large dagger. “That little one poses a threat to it.”

Red brows furrow and for once Melisandre’s voice held no alluring sweetness. “She is your champion. Mind your tongue.” She makes a move to step forward, perhaps show him her own skills with shadows, but a gentle hand holds her still.

When Alizah speaks, a chill creeps up through everyone. Including yourself. Alizah had such a strange power in her voice. The sparkling night sky were no longer shining. Instead they became a dark void of prophecy. “Inniros Orelelion.”

Finally the darkin tears his eye away from you to glare at Alizah.

Hands folded politely in front of her, Alizah smiles. “You don’t have to do this. All of this pain and death can end here. There is still light inside of you. Please don’t get rid of it. (y/n) can help you reach true glory if you give her a chance.”

Words couldn’t reach Inniros though. “I’ve never failed and refuse to do so now.”

While he was distracted, you took the opportunity to adjust the hilt in your hand and strike. Barely enough time to react, a slice of red blooms on Inniros’ cheek. The slice was enough to render his mask useless as it hangs by a thread before completely falling off his face. A long narrow face like that of a ghost greeted you. His shadows still held Jaime hostage as he reacted to each swing of your sword. Slithering shadows tried to hold you down as well, but you weren’t falling for that again. Light on your feet, you tried not to stay in one place for too long. You knew this would exhaust you if you kept up with it for too long, but it was the only thing that guaranteed that you wouldn’t succumb to his shadowbinding. Weles had spent hours training you on how to move like a feather in the breeze. He was watching now and you would not fail him. The remaining Fiery Hands watched quietly. They knew the darkin was your’s. This was the real test. No one dared to interrupt you.

The good thing about Jaime being held down was that the darkin couldn’t slip into the shadows. He couldn’t do both. Good.

A jab nearing your face as you flip backwards to get away, never releasing Lightbringer from your grasp. You landed gracefully on the balls of your feet but didn’t have enough time to catch your breath as Inniros was at your heels. He was fast.

Valyrian steel slid along his obsidian dagger, they hissed in unison. “Who sent you?”

He didn’t answer as he was able to push you back to the ground. You hopped back up and sliced at him, repeating your question. “Who sent you to kill me?”

Your hands trembled much to your dismay. The adrenaline you were experiencing was overwhelming. Either that or something was waking up inside of you. Unfurling its wings and opening reptilian eyes. The singing of blades was such a loud song, rousing awake something so primal that you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You remember your days in King’s Landing and the visits you had in your dreams with the Warrior. You felt her power and energy. It was linked to the creature waking up inside of you.

Translating to your sword, you began to push. The sound of cracking made Inniros glance at his blade. Nothing was a match against pure Valyrian steel. Realizing he was in danger, Inniros bounces back which allowed you to advance forward. Even you could see the large crack in the obsidian that began to splinter through the rest of his dagger. The only weapon he would have left would be his shadows. Both of you knew that as you glare eachother down. He could release Jaime and flee into his shadow, or continue to fight you and gamble his life.

There was clear frustration on his face as he failed to pin you down by your own shadow. Hopping around was making you tired and you worried you wouldn’t be able to keep up until the fight was over. You had never fought so fiercely before. Inniros took the chance and used the last leg of his dagger. Swatting it away like a pesky fly, it shattered. Shards nick at his hands and fall to the ground. If this was any other sparring fight, he would concede defeat. He knew it was over. He had no other way to fight besides his shadows which had failed to capture you.

That’s when Jaime shouted “What the hell?!!”

Before your eyes you watched the darkin’s body be enveloped by darkness, disappearing and pulling Jaime with him.

You ran. “Oh no you don’t! You’re not getting away this time!!” You didn’t know what you were going to do to stop him, but you knew that you would not let him take your brother.

Inniros’ shadow was receding, but slowly. Clenching your jaw, you viciously stab at the shadow. Inniros gasps and is spat back out, Jaime is released and falls forward.

You should have finished him off right then and there. But you were too distracted by the flames that were suddenly engulfing your sword. Even Inniros didn’t try to escape. He stared intently at almost in pure horror. Or perhaps it was awe. Ears numb to the people shouting around you, all you were focused on was Lightbringer on fire. Holding it up, the flames refused to die. The heat from it didn’t bother you; in fact it warmed you to your core. Such a familiar sensation, like an old friend.

Sitting on the ground stunned, Inniros doesn’t move as the Fiery Hand crowds around him.

Melisandre makes her way over to him. Triumph in her smile. “Did I not tell you, darkling? Whether you like it or not, she is Azor Ahai; your champion. Darkin live to serve. Your powers are nothing, you would be nothing if not for her.”

“Kill him.” Iyan growls. “He is a danger and needs to be executed.”

On wobbly legs, Jaime stands. “I agree. He killed Feichin. Killed many other good men as if. . . as if they were nothing.”

“Let one of us kill him before he escapes again, ñuha kosh” A Fiery Hand spoke, getting to one knee in front of you. “Do not waste Lightbringer on the likes of him.”

Weles looks to you, not offering any help. “Issa aōha iderennon.”

It’s your choice.

He should be killed. He was indeed a great risk if you kept him alive. Looking at the darkin now, Inniros appeared exhausted and drained. Now you could see his other eye. Or what should have been his other eye. Instead there’s just an empty eye socket. There was now humanity you saw within Inniros. Whatever led him down this path hadn’t been his first choice. In that frozen blue eye of his, you saw a scared little boy before a terrible master that turned him into a monster.

“Chain him and bring him back to the temple.”

Not a very popular decision. Vidarr straightened his back. “I don’t want to disagree with your choice, ñuha kosh, but you can’t let him live.”

“He will kill you the moment you turn your back.” Dritan agreed. He grabbed Inniros’ red hair and pulled his head back, moon blade pressed against Inniros’ throat. “I can do it, ñuha kosh. Please give me the honor.”

It didn’t feel right though. You knew Weles was awaiting your words. Even if you had defeated him, did you have it in you to kill this man? To take a life was not an easy thing. Even though you were still angry that the darkin dared to harm your brother, you couldn’t muster up enough hate to swing your fiery sword.

You swallowed and with that the flames that had been running up and down your sword subsided. The fire was gone in you. “Put your blade down, Dritan.”

“But-”

A silencing glare from Weles has Dritan lowering his head and releasing Inniros.

“Clearly he was sent by someone to kill me and take my brother. It won’t end with his death. Whoever it is will keep trying to kill me. We need to get down to the truth.” Putting Lightbringer back into its sheath, you look over your shoulder at the mess behind you. Besides Feichin there were three dead Fiery Hands. You couldn’t bare to look at Feichin’s lifeless body. It would make you remember all the laughter he had brought into your life. “I will get down to the truth. After that. . .” After that could you possibly entertain the idea of executing him? If you were like your father, you could easily do it without wasting sleep. Tywin brought the law down on any tyrant that threatened him.

You felt just as drained as Inniros. Jaime notices and goes to your side. He pats your head and wipes off blood that was on your brow. “You’re injured.”

Since the adrenaline was wearing off, you were starting to feel the pain and soreness of your body. You hadn’t realized that Inniros had been able to get to you. Sweat makes the cut on your brow sting and produces more blood. The hand you had hurt while fighting Weles ached as you stretched your fingers. There was also a sickening pain that was starting to arise in your side.

Taking control of the situation, Jaime nods and turns to his comrades. “Fetch a wagon so we can bring back the dead and give them a proper burial. Someone go to the blacksmith and have him procure chains for the darkin. (y/n), you might want to keep your sword out and ready if he decides to make a run for it.”

Yophiel took it upon him to hold down the darkin as he was the largest of the Fiery Hand. You did as Jaime said and just hovered near Inniros with Lightbringer in your aching hand.

The walk back to the Red Temple was near impossible for you had it not been for Jaime who put you on his back and carried you the rest of the way. People in the streets stare with curiosity at your small group. More particularly they wanted to know why there was someone in chains and a bag over their head. Vidarr sat in the back of the wagon which held the slain. Iyan walked beside the wagon, singing the funeral rights for his brothers. His voice was beautiful and so sad that you found yourself crying on Jaime’s back. The tears stained his robes as you clung to him. Jaime pretended not to notice that you were crying, giving you that bit of privacy.

Immediately when you crossed the bridge, there were many of the red priests and priestesses awaiting your return. The rest of the Fiery Hand were there as well, hearing the grieving hymn from Iyan. They knelt down in respect as your party passed.

In no time you were taken off of Jaime’s back and treated for your wounds. An old friend, milk of the poppy, was offered to you and before you could even blink you were out cold.

There was no rest in your slumber. Fitful and full of dark shadows that you were able to slice away with a flaming Lightbringer. Only. . . It was the Warrior.

She smiles at you. “Do you know who I am now?”

You couldn’t speak as she held her hand out to you.

“It’s okay. You’re ready now.” for the first time she was gentle with you. “Say my name. You know it.”

Your hand disappears into the Warrior’s. “Your name. . .” Flicking your eyes up at her you knew. Her own green pools reflected back. “(y/n).”

She smiles and wraps her arms around you in a hug. Overhead there is a shriek and the flap of wings. Whispering into your ear, you could feel her smile. “She is on the way. She awaits for you.”

“Who?”

“(y/n)?”

A voice from the outside stirs you from your foggy sleep. A struggle to open your eyes to find Jaime sitting right next to you. He grins and you can’t help but smile.

“Jaime. . .” voice hoarse, you run your tongue over your dry lips.

“How are you feeling?” His thumb runs over the bandage on your head, knowing that below there were stitches. He could feel the bumps of the thread that was used. More than likely you couldn’t feel a thing. The red priests had medicated you heavily, worried that you would be in too much pain.

You felt nothing except for the stuffing in your head. “Okay. How long have I been out for?”

“Not long. A day perhaps.” From your bedside table, Jaime retrieves a cup of water. “I told them you didn’t need that much milk of the poppy.”

Grateful for the gesture, your brother helps you sit up as you take small sips. “Inniros?”

“Surprisingly he’s still in his cell. Hasn’t said a word but he’s still there. Suppose that’s all that matters. Melisandre has taken it upon herself to be guard over him. Even the red priestesses want his head on a spike. And word has spread through the whole temple about Lightbringer bursting into flames. If there were any skepticals left, they’re all gone now. The High Priest has blessed your sword and praised the blacksmith for such a fine job. He has been rewarded greatly.”

His mood dampens when in a quieter tone he tells you about the Fiery Hands that had died. As was ritual, a funeral pyre was made for them and they were burned. They died in the line of duty and were given the utmost respect. Regret was quick to fill you that you couldn’t attend the ceremony. They died protecting you. Everyone understood though. A lot had happened to you that day.

Something stirs in the corner of your room, on the other side of your bed. You turn and Rhiannon is slumped in a chair rubbing at her eyes. She grumbles something at Jaime which neither of you could decipher. There’s relief when she fully wakes. “My lady.”

“Rhiannon.” you smile. “Have you been here this entire time?”

She nods and gets up. “Yes. Jaime was supposed to have woken me up.”

“You stayed up with her all night. I figured you could use the rest.” He shrugged.

Giving Jaime a stink face, Rhiannon pushes him out of the way to peel back your blanket. “I need to check the wound on your side, my lady. Something Jaime should have done when you woke.” Her touch is like a feather as they gingerly tug at your bandages.

There’s a dull soreness in your side as she examines your wound. Her furrowed brow told you all you needed to know of the extent of it. More than likely it would leave a scar.

That was fine by you. Each scar would be a medal for you. You survived a fight with a darkin. Not many could say that.

Instructing Jaime to bring her a basket filled with equipment, Rhiannon begins to redress your wound. She hums quietly until you ask her “Where is Lightbringer?”

Knowing exactly where it was, he ventures over to where your dresser was and opens the doors. Latched to the other side of one door was Lightbringer. “The High Priest wanted to put it somewhere safely. He thinks if other people knew of its power-”

“Not its power.” Rhiannon corrected him. “The sword holds no power. It all comes from (y/n).”

That’s right. Once you felt the fire inside of you dwindle, the fire from the sword was extinguished. When your wounds healed you would have to try again.

“Regardless, its made from Valyrian steel. There are only a handful of Valyrian swords out there in the world. And you possess one of them.”

Your body prickles to life when Rhiannon applies a cleansing wash on your side. Squeezing your eyes closed and grimacing, you barely manage to keep in a hiss. Your brother is by your side in an instant, holding your clenched hand. Relaxing your fingers, you take a deep breath; letting the sting subside.

Gazing up at him, you smile at Jaime. He returns it and kisses your knuckles. You would allow yourself to relish in this moment.

“My lady.”

A new voice in your room, the three of you turn. Vidarr and Sirvart stand in your doorway. Each bows when they have caught your attention.

“Our apologies.” Vidarr says. “But we have been informed to let you know that once you are able to stand, your presence is requested in the dungeons. The darkin insists he will not talk to anyone except for Azor Ahai.”

It was time.

You nod and Rhiannon finishes putting a new bandage on you. Jaime helps you up to your feet. “Send for Innana. I will need help getting dressed.”

Worry is laced in Vidarr’s voice. “Are you sure you’re well enough?”

His worry makes Sirvart laugh. “We have no need to worry about her any longer. It’s clear she can take care of herself.”

Beaming at Sirvart you realize she spoke the truth. And now everyone knew it too. You weren’t that bumbling little girl. You were a warrior.

A champion.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 years

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Sometimes the greatest love of your life is right in front of your face disguised as your best friend.

Pairings : Choi Yeonjun x Reader, Kim Hongjoong x Reader, Song Mingi x Reader

Warnings : This au will deal with a lot of mature themes such as : swearing, mentions of gang related activity, drugs, drinking, sex, fighting, being disowned. Reader's discretion is advised.

Synopsis : She always settled for a toxic love because it's what she believed she deserved. But then someone comes stumbling into her life and makes her realize she deserves the kind of love that makes your heart race when you see them, and your lungs burn when you kiss them.

Release : May 7, 2022

completed

Author's Note : This is something I've been working on for months and I'm excited to share it with everyone. It's a major crossover au with appearances from idols in lots of different bands such as : BTS, Stray Kids, TXT, Ateez, and Itzy. I will begin posting my Ateez series as soon as this au is finished. Thank you for your patience.

Feedback greatly appreciated 💕

Prologue : The New Guy (written and profiles)

Chapter 1 : Is This Friendship?

Chapter 2 : One More Chance (written and texts)

Chapter 3 : Mans was SORRY Sorry

Chapter 4 : The Baby

Chapter 5 : When Did He Get So Big?

Chapter 6 : 2 For 1 Deal

Chapter 7 : Dumbass Quartet

Chapter 8 : Picking Fights

Chapter 9 : Woosanyn

Chapter 10 : Are You In Love With Me?

Chapter 11 : Jealous Of Jongho

Chapter 12 : Partner In Crime Tonight

Chapter 13 : A Lil Dumb Dumb

Chapter 14 : This The Man I Fell In Love With

Chapter 15 : Litty Titty

Chapter 16 : Thank U, Next

Chapter 17 : Drunk Texts (texts and written)

Chapter 18 : Bro Stealer

Chapter 19 : Party Party Yeah

Chapter 20 : Future Boyfriend

Chapter 21 : Who Broke Seonghwa?

Chapter 22 : Mend My Broken Heart

Chapter 23 : Boom Cracked The Case

Chapter 24 : Different With You

Chapter 25 : Made Him Mine

Chapter 26 : They Had 1 Rule

Chapter 27 : Choi Fuckass

Chapter 28 : If You Loved Me (written)

Chapter 29 : Happy

Chapter 30 : You're Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 31 : OMG He's A Simp

Chapter 32 : Welcome Home Nerd

Chapter 33 : Normal Person

Chapter 33.5 : Send Help, We're Lost (texts and written)

Chapter 34 : Hwa Already Accepted It

Chapter 35 : Everything Feels Okay Again (texts and written)

Chapter 36 : You Were Right

Chapter 37 : Focusing On Me

Chapter 38 : Exploring The World

Chapter 39 : Starting New

Chapter 40 : Starting With You

Epilogue : Brought The Colour Back

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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96 Thoughts while rewatching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Pilot.

1. Midge graduated college early, got married and had her first kid in like a year and a half holy shit girl.

2. That fat joke not great. But ASP is ASP.

3. monogrammed butter pads. Like Disney World!

4. lol the bleaching.

5. Why did the man have to be Joel?

6. Midge why was Joel a gift from god? He was not. He was not a gift from god, the best thing he did for you was help you recognize Lenny when you eventually got thrown in the same cop cruiser.

7. The airplane gluuuueeeeee lol

8. The suit they put Luke in is too big on purpose, to try and make him look older and less attractive and it uh...doesn’t work.

9. Against a tree. Ugh. Not comfortable.

10. “we’re very happy” I love Abe so much.

11. So many angry Jews about shrimp.

12. YOU SHOW ME WHERE IN THE BIBLE WHERE GOD SAYS YOU CAN’T EAT SHRIMP.

13. I wish I lived where there was a dedicated butcher.

14. Poor Midge has no idea that she and Joel are skint because he hasn’t told her shit. God dammit.

15. Spending hours on that brisket. Hours to get it perfect.

16. He hates you, Joel, because you’re a terrible comedian and you don’t deserve a better time.

17. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You’re gonna find out, asshole.

18. Penny Pann cannot use an electric pencil sharpener. She is so fucking dumb. How did she figure out sex if she couldn’t figure out- you know never mind.

19. The music slaps.

20. Remember that no matter how in love Joel is acting in this moment, he’s been fucking Penny for months.

21. MONTHS.

22. He winds up so angry about Midge handling everything for him, but he let her. He enjoyed it. He barely had to lift a finger.

23. Oh Susie.

24. Oh Midge.

25. I owe my soul to the company stooooooore

26. “I should be kissing the brisket!” Fuck you.

27. Jackieeeeeeeeeeeee

28. Blugh.

29. Blugh Joel.

30. Susie knows what’s up.

31. “I was great.” Holy fuck.

32. One standing ovation everyone goes home pregnant. lol

33. We’ve never met Aunt Bertha. I want to. I deserve Aunt Bertha.

34. Fuck, Midge’s routine is so brutal. Paranoidly staying awake until Joel drops off, and then doing her entire routine and sneaking back into bed. Getting up before the sun is up to redo her whole look and then pretending to be asleep. Jesus, not thank you.

35. COMPLETE WITH FAKE EYELASHES UGH.

36. She really thought this was supposed to be her life forever. That this was it.

37. Morning Ethan. Ethan. Ethan. Ethan. E-

38. Rose and the forehead. Ugh. Just the - the physical expectations...so much yikes.

39. lol schnorror

40. Oh Imogene.

41. Again. The every day physical demands are insane. And Midge puts this on herself for the most part, but I do get the feeling that Joel...didn’t help.

42. “I made curry but I also ordered Chinese.” BITCH NO! NO! YOU MAKE DINNER HE EATS WHAT YOU COOKED WHETHER HE LIKES IT OR NOT AND IF IT IS TRULY UNPALATABLE YOU ORDER OUT TOGETHER. God damn, the shit this woman would go through just to make this horrible man happy. Fuck’s sake.

43. Poor Midge, realizing that Joel is stealing material. Thinking at first that someone stole his stuff.

44. THERE IS AN ENTIRE ENORMOUS BOWL OF LEMONS ON THE TABLE! Are they wax? Jesus that’s so many.

45. “It’s fine, everybody does it.” Feh.

46. “When I found out June Friedman stole my meatloaf recipe I almost stabbed her in the eye with a fork.” Big Lorelai vibes.

47. “You’ll learn.” Fuck you, Joel.

48. Midge made another brisket when Baz asked for latkes....

49. Midge is never on time. Just FYI.

50. Joel not getting his way gets shitty. We start to see how terrible he is here. The cracks of her being berated for things she can’t control. Like ted the moth.

51. He’s not a comedian, Midge.

52. LOL Susie. “THE CLEARYS ARE HERE?!”

53. The jerkoff motion lol. Love it.

54. Who here likes Hillbilly polka?! Me! I do!

55. SPOKANE!

56. Watching Joel bomb is rough. I absolutely hate this scene. If there’s one thing this show does well, it’s showing people bomb. And how bad it can be. It really is like chewing tin foil. Like nails on a chalkboard.

57. No one cares about your holey sweater, asshole. You cannot tell a joke.

58. It is so hard to watch. It is so hard to watch. Holy shit. Holy shit just stop stop Joel stop no no no no no no no no no.

59. And of course he blames Midge for his bad performance. Everything is her fault. He cannot take responsibility for his lack of talent. It has to be her fault.

60. And she’s trying to be supportive. She’s trying to be kind about this. And he’s just...awful.

61. Like i get that this was a bad night for him, but his lack of ability to deal with his life is atrocious.

62. And he’s leaving her because suddenly this isn’t what he wants, even though he’s been relying on her for their whole marriage. He loves it when things go right. He cannot deal when things don’t go his way.

63. “Nobody’s happy, it’s Yom Kippur.”

64. “he was in Buchenwald, throw him a bone!” lol I love this line. It’s a particular bit of very Jewish gallows humor that’s hard to come by in pop culture, and it’s what sold me on the show when I watched it for the first time.

65. She had no idea this was actually his dream. He never told her. They never talked about his dreams, or her wants. They don’t talk to each other.

66. BECAUSE YOU KILLED IT. It’s true.

67. “Do you know what a dream is?” What a terrible - god dammit.

68. YOU NEVER TALK TO HER ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU NEVER TALK AND SO SHE HAS NO IDEA! You fucking asshole. God damn.

69. You cannot expect your partner to know everything without telling them. That’s just moving the goal posts around day after day. Jesus.

70. “I will be better. I will do better.” Poor Midge. god dammit.

71. He is so awful. I cannot believe I sit through scenes of this terrible man. He is the fucking worst. And he has been from fucking jump, and he’s only gotten marginally better.

72. “SO YOU”LL TELL YOUR PARENTS FOR ME?!” WHAT THE FUCK!

73. Joel Maisel is the WoooOOOOooOOOOOOooorst!

74. “I’m sorry.” You’re not sorry at all.

75. Though I think that was the only time he ever really said it.

76. I love how much Abe loves television.

77. “What did you do?” Ugh. Ugh.

78. “That was about deli, too.” lol

79. omg Rose. Her character development is amazing.

80. “You cannot survive this.” Yeah she can.

81. Girl I’d get drunk too.

82. favorite gif:

83. It’s a Pyrex. My Pyrex.

84. Joel did not want to be challenged. He wanted to be coddled.

85. Midge her shirt was on inside out because she put it back on after fucking your husband girl.

86. THEM TITTIES

87. LENNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

88. For how much of an unforgiving hardass Susie can be, she also is very sympathetic to Midge when she’s falling apart

89. One standing ovation, everyone goes home pregnant.

90. lol eating chips on Yom Kippur mood.

91. 10 in the morning?!

92. You’re not my wife.

93. Their chemistry from jump was just amazing. He was only supposed to be a bit part and...yeah. They just...the way they look at each other, even from the beginning.

94. And she just waits patiently for him to finish his schtick. She knows he’s just gotta work through his little song and dance to get to her answer. They have a rhythm from the beginning.

95. THE FUCK BOY SHRUG.

96. Yeah. He loves it.

#The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #Midge Maisel #thoughts on things

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yujo-nishimura · 4 months

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The Escape - Part 40

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 38 - Part 39

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, not proof-read - I am not so happy with the last chapters of this story, but I will still share it with you guys, since you all have kept on reading until now. Thanks. <3

His confession left you stunned. In his embrace, you felt a surge of emotions, and all your anger, disbelief, and disappointment seemed to dissipate with those three words. Perhaps there was a chance he wasn't being entirely honest, maybe he was only trying to console you. But the longing for his touch had consumed you so profoundly that you were more than willing to embrace him now.

Turning to face him, you saw his body fully reattached, standing before you. His arms remained around you, but not too tight, ready to release you if that was your wish. Love radiated from his eyes. Gone were the desires, lust, and fears that had plagued him before—now, he simply wanted you to know that he supported you and your decisions.

Closing your eyes, you leaned in and kissed him. His red nose gently pressed against your cheek, and he immediately reciprocated, holding you more firmly in his embrace.

As you broke the kiss, you gazed into his green eyes, posing the question with a hint of hesitation, "What do we do now?"

He grinned and planted another kiss on your lips before responding, "You tell me. You have the freedom to choose...!"

Both exhausted from the weight of longing and anger, you and Buggy spent the night on the beach, finding solace in each other's presence. Lying side by side in the sand, you listened to the soothing rhythm of the waves, gradually succumbing to sleep. Buggy held you tenderly throughout the night, as if trying to make amends for his absence in the preceding weeks.

With the arrival of morning, you reluctantly rose from your slumber and informed Buggy to wait, deciding to thank Luffy and bid farewell to the Straw Hat crew. As you turned towards the other end of the beach, expecting to see the Going Merry still anchored, your heart sank as you realized the ship was already gone. Disbelief washed over you as you approached the spot where the Merry had been just the night before, only to discover the same small piece of paper you had dropped in Alabasta under a stone—a note that Nami had undoubtedly held onto all this time.

Beneath your desperate plea, "Please help me!" were the words, "You're welcome. See you in the New World!" In an instant, you understood that Luffy had chosen to depart, making the decision easier for you. He knew you wanted to stay with Buggy, but he also recognized the weight of indebtedness you would have felt towards the Straw Hat crew. Once again, Luffy had made a decision on your behalf, trusting that your decision was to be with the clown pirate.

Returning to Buggy's side, you noticed him brushing off sand from his pants as he stood up. "Looks like I'm back with the Buggy Pirates!" you exclaimed, a smile gracing your lips. In a sudden, spontaneous, and childlike gesture, you leaped into his arms.

"Good for me," Buggy grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "But it's also good for the Straw Hats to leave. The next time we meet, we won't be friends anymore."

As you settle back into the embrace of Buggy's arms, you find comfort in the knowledge that you are now truly by his side. The realization that the Straw Hat crew has departed weighs on your heart. It's a bittersweet moment, as you had grown fond of them during your time together, yet your desire to be with Buggy is undeniably strong. During all this time you already knew that you wanted to stay with him. And you knew you were strong enough to forgive him and try to trust him again.

As you step foot onto Buggy's pirate ship, a sense of familiarity and excitement fills your being. Here you are again. As if you had never left. The crew members welcome you warmly, Mohji not approaching you directly seeing you with the captain so close, but his face showing sincere happiness that you have come back on board. The crew's cheers echo through the air, but your attention is quickly drawn to Buggy, who leads you to his personal quarters. With each step, anticipation builds within you, wondering what awaits in the room where you last had spent a night in together.

As the door swings open, you immediately see it. What captures your attention, causing your heart to skip a beat, is a familiar garment hanging delicately on a hook.

There it is, your favorite green dress, the one you thought you had left behind long ago. Its vibrant colors and intricate patterns evoke memories of your days with Buggy. You reach out, tracing the fabric with your fingertips, feeling a rush of emotions flood over you.

Buggy watches you intently, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability etched across his features. He clears his throat, his voice filled with a tenderness that catches you off guard. "I kept it," he confesses softly, his eyes never leaving your face. "I thought of you often, and this dress... it reminded me of the light you brought into my life."

A profound warmth spreads through your chest, and tears of gratitude well up in your eyes. In that moment, you realize the depth of Buggy's feelings for you, the lengths he has gone to preserve a piece of your shared history.

You turn to face him, the dress held gently in your hands. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you speak, your voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, Buggy.. this means more to me than words can express."

Buggy's eyes soften, his own smile mirroring yours. "I couldn't bear to part with it, knowing that it held such significance in your heart," he admits "It's a reminder of the person you are and the love we've found amidst this chaotic pirate life."

You approach Buggy, your hands tenderly framing his face. A mixture of emotions swirl within you—affection, frustration, and a hint of playfulness. With a teasing smile on your lips, you speak, your voice carrying a blend of fondness and reproach.

"You sentimental, foolish clown," you say, your tone laced with a hint of mock anger. "Why didn't you express all these feelings before? Where were you when I needed you the most?" The words hang in the air, even as forgiveness has already taken root in your heart.

Buggy's eyes widen in a momentary flicker of fear, but before his worry can fully take hold, you lean forward and kiss him once more. The kiss is both a reassurance and a reminder that while you may still be a little angry, your love for him prevails. His body pressed against yours, his warmth enveloping you, and the taste of his lips sparked a familiar longing within you, causing a delightful dizziness to sweep over you. You wanted him. You wanted him still so badly.

But just as the intensity of the moment begins to build, Buggy interrupts the kiss, gently pulling away. You can see desire shimmering in his eyes, yet a firm resolve, befitting a pirate captain of a pirate crew.

"We can't," Buggy interjects, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and self-discipline. "We've just returned, and I need to address the crew. They believe I single-handedly defeated the Straw Hat crew to claim you back..."

"I understand," you reply, your voice conveying a mix of admiration and acceptance. "Go, Buggy. Address your crew, set their minds at ease. We have time."

With a final lingering gaze, you both acknowledge the unspoken promise that lingers in the air—the promise of a future filled with stolen moments and shared intimacies. Buggy straightens himself, his resolve firm, and with a gentle touch, he brushes his fingers against your cheek before turning to leave the room.

As the door closes behind him, you take a moment to collect yourself, your heart still fluttering from the intensity of the exchange.

#one piece #buggytheclown #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #long fanfic #buggy x you #long reads #nanowrimo 2023

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