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warmerstranger · 6 months

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THE LIFE-SEEKER OF DEATH'S WARMTH

|| feat. yandere zombie x gn grim reaper reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulative, obsessive tendencies, self-harm towards the end), light sexual innuendo/jokes, human meat cannibalism but also not..? reader is referred as you

a/n: trying another new post format, i sure hope it doesn't throw anyone off!

Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

It seems like your routine of sleeping on the metal operating table would have to change eventually, or you shouldn't even need to strip off from your outer skin anymore that often. How could it not? When the man currently occupying on that table is more of a good-looking catch with the low temperature of that freshly captured fish. You begin to understand, maybe this is the proof from that commonly said 'there are plenty more fish in the sea' idiom. Because, after grueling hours of a search mission for ways on cooling you down from where your hot place nearest to hell you're staying in, you finally find the solution.

The seemingly pristine dead guy who feels very much still alive and doesn't rot—must be the answer, he could be your sleeping partner—no, even better, your cool hug pillow! When you lean closer to inspect him with scrutiny, there's a vivid fragrant scent of perfume wafting off from him; citrus and a flower you can't recognize? Though, the latter is sharp and reminds you of the usual nobility would wear. He's cold to the touch, leaning to a muscular build yet not that rigid... That's what you can conclude after having poked, fondled, then hugged his muscles and torso.

Wait.

You can feel yourself getting grabbed too and pulled closer into a tight embrace where your shoulder is now chomped. He just took a big chunk of your shoulder.

So you lend him your helping hand, and your whole arm, and maybe half of your body since you're feeling generous. You need to change your flesh suit to another pair of body again in the end...—

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“Well, do pardon my brass and crust, but I meant no harm to you personally, that—I can assure you—is my deepest sincerity. Though the fact is undeniable that you tasted remarkable and I didn't feel disgusted biting into your skin, and so, thank you for the meal; the first delicious one in a long time.”

That's what he responded—this zombie who introduced himself as Chadley, adorned by a dazzling smile—how can his teeth stay sparkling white after all of that gruesome eating anyway? You merely shrug most of his words as you would only ask him to return his thanks in another manner for your personal interest.

“Oh, and could I be granted of the permission to guess what does that entail? Hm, perhaps,...” He gestures, a wave and roll of his hands to what kind of situation is he in right now; with how he's sitting on your bed with the sheets covering half his legs, “do you prefer me getting all cozied up and pampered before you have a bite of me? Really, you don't need to go that far for this little ol' me, I would still remain the same taste after everything. Even when I have lived between the rich and lavish, I still taste like the same rotten garbage fresh out of sewers.”

You sigh, no, that's way off the mark and you're sure he doesn't refer to eating as in sex matters. “I want you to be my pillow, to hug with and to cool me down when I sleep. Though, you can just thank me for that.. meal in another way if you're not fine-”

“Nah, I'm up for it, give me that job offer.” Too eager of an reaction, he grins soon, patting the empty area beside him on your bed. “We could start from today, right now.”

Since you suspect him of having some other ulterior motives, you set the boundaries and rules to start off from the reason for that favor and fair deal; because you wouldn't want to often sleep naked in your skeleton simply. Thus he will be needed for the purpose of being your cool pillow only for cuddling or hugging and even limited to his arm is fine, touching more intimately further than that is off the table, he can make himself at home properly in your residence here whenever he's comfortable to except breaking any stuffs and the likes.

Lastly, he's not allowed to eat you in any way possible without permission.

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A package of deal too good to be true, a promise sworn is made.

He even thought all the bare minimum treatment he receives as a living thing come too easily and fast for his liking as he tries to seep into the flow of things that you bring about in his daily life. If not for his unending appetite, he would've forgotten about being a disgusting low-rank zombie.

When Chadley have long gone used to the betrayal from the apocalypse back then in his past, molding through sharp and cunning ways to survive, getting any kind of cold shoulder, scorn and detest of most from the population even including his own race group—any of it don't prepare him for what he have to accept so openly; letting the warmth and peaceful normalcy wash over his repulsive existence, everything leaves him greedy wanting more he could only get whiplash adapting into it.

That's why he's rarely ever in your home, always roaming out and about after he leave you with some food he prepares most of the time; luckily for you, not much human meat.

It's not like you're a bad entity.

Not the slightest.

“I was about to think you brought that hot stuff to do them... In here.” you speak up with a shrug from the stairs as you descend into the aquarium basement special for his 'food' intake, approaching him closer where he stands above a ripped up someone around the corner of the room before you continue talking.

“I don't mind it even if you were going to have another purpose with them, but not here, you can do that somewhere else. I'm gonna ask though, is there any problem with the food I keep? I don't know how much different it is for you to eat one and another but if you have some specific taste you like, tell me which one close to it. It's the only reason why I bothered to give them a label you know. Just tell me what's lacking from the deal of my side, I'll also tell you.. that your food, those that you cook are a bit too salty and sweet on some unfitting parts so there's that.”

Things have been going too well so much that it feels off-putting for him to even take a liking to you. But, at this point, he has begin to seek whatever kind chance blessed upon him.

After a period of silence, Chadley chuckles and finally looks up to you as he joins his hands in a pleading look with a grin, leaning down closer to you. “I'll strive to do better, but can I have a bite or taste just a bit out of you? Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Ah, a shame. Better luck next time then huh? Maybe if I can impress you with my cooking...”

“You're not obliged to do that, though, I'm just saying what I wanted to say, like you don't even need to cook for me, that's what I meant.” A pause slips in while your tone quieten down, smiling faintly to him. “..I have to admit it's nice having someone to cook for me.”

Perhaps it's due to how you're of higher rank than him for you to regard him never with any loathing. But beyond that... He feels accepted, as if it's okay for him to stay as his nature, being able to have the right in living by another living being.

“You think you're my mom or something? And what with the.. lovely apron earlier...” you comment as you finish off another meal prepared by him.

Chadley guffaws. “I know in terms of loveliness, you're unmatched, but I would prefer the term househusband. Isn't it popular nowadays? But, more importantly, is the dinner more to your liking now?”

You merely hum, acknowledging his efforts and giving him points. Before you realize it, you have stopped acting as if you're some kind of a mastherchef judge and always dig in to his cooking without any reservation as a routine is formed from getting used to enjoy it every day. Along that routine somewhere, a some sort of civilized appreciation ritual is mixed in; him cutting up and cooking for his main food added whenever possible complemented with the proper eating etiquette.

Unlike when he would straight up feed into them raw, days ago. The reason being; “The least I could do.” without further explanation.

Of course, it's the least he could do for you, he couldn't be concerned about any of those whom he eat. If he could the very least gain your favor and respect... In your eyes, has he proven to be a better man?

He's certain for one thing, at least.

No one...

The increasing pile of disappearances—your acquaintance and coworkers moreover—has never been bothered you much up until now.

is better suited

Why can't you track or feel your friends' soul?

than him

Since when did your neighbors got infected and became a man-eating undead being?

for you.

You're bound to find out about it despite getting caught up in your job and all kind of business to clean up the mess left, caused by certain someone, who doesn't look even bit guilty when you confront him. Chadley doesn't flinch or panic, grasping your palms just firmly. “You know I've always liked you, right? So I was only doing you a favor, many of them, but of course you don't need to return them.” The uttered words, though doesn't mean anything that deeply, his widening gaze and smile says otherwise of the feelings lurking within as his hands slowly creep up to grab your arms. “Just trust me, it's only normal to do from someone like me who cares about you and all, isn't it? So you don't need to take it too seriously, right?” Being drawn closer, his hands reach up to your shoulder and then, neck... Under your awareness of your pulse beating beneath his tight grip.

“I'm doing a good job to take care every part of you, so you should fit me to a tee.”

In spite of everything, still, it doesn't matter. After you handcuffed his wrists together while he's trapped in a specialized cage, you intend to leave and fix up your problems earlier, but his voice calling out your name halts you.

“Ahh, it's useless you know? This punishment of yours.. do you like me then? I might as well think of it as some kinky roleplay. I would still do those things all over again, though I regret for having to be separated from you like this.”

Shaking your head in disapproval, you turn around before you hear a clanging sound and... Something being sunken into, ripped apart, cracking—

When you face him again, he's has bitten and devoured half his arm through. His look are still directed to you, a challenging glint reflected on his smiling eyes.

As expected, it suits him the best to go far beyond his nature after all.

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merakiui · 1 year

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LISTEN- LISTEN TO ME-

VAMPIRE YAN!AZUL DHSKSNSJEBEJW HE WOULD JUST LOCK HIS DARLING AT HIS CASTLE/MANSION AND SPOIL HIS DARLING ENDLESSLY— AND HIS DARLING DOESNT CARE BEING KIDNAPPED BECAUSE AZUL HIMSELF FUCKING HANDSOME DJSBDJDBDJSNSJEN

- 🦐 anon

OMG OMG beauty and beast situation where he hides himself away because he thinks he’s a monster and so you’re kept company by two incubi (the twins) who are always shape-shifting into various animals just to secretly watch you at Azul’s request. Azul actually doesn’t hurt or terrorize you; he doesn’t visit you either, so you really just exist in this large, expansive castle that’s gathering dust and cobwebs. You could probably leave if you wanted to, but you stay because it’s not a terrible situation. You may have been kidnapped, but it doesn’t feel like you’re trapped. Weirdly enough, you still feel free.

After realizing that you’re not in any immediate danger—you hardly even know what your captor looks like because when he took you it was late at night and he was cloaked in shadows—you begin to explore the castle, poking your head in and out of luxurious rooms and walking down long halls, usually by yourself but sometimes accompanied by the twins. They love teasing you, so your candle is often blown out when you’re exploring late at night, which leaves you standing all alone in frigid darkness, where cold fingers brush against your arms and you feel breaths upon your neck.

The castle is beautiful despite its dreariness, but the dust is a major issue. You keep sneezing and coughing, and so one afternoon you decide you’ll start cleaning a room or two just to get a start on making the castle look alive again (and so your health won’t suffer). One of the twins helps you, though he easily snaps his fingers and things are arranged and cleaned with a magic that you can’t quite grasp. The other makes a mess of your cleaning supplies, toying with them like he’s a cat who’s caught a mouse. You chase him away, but he always returns, more eager than before.

They give you bits and pieces about Azul, teasing the concept of him like he’s something you can’t fathom. You learn he’s lived in this castle, secluded and alone, for nearly all of his life. He doesn’t like lots of people, but he’s fond of humankind and their inventions. Once you were cleaning and idly discussing Azul’s taste in gothic literature when Jade, who had been assisting you that day, smiled and gestured upwards at the very top of the magnificent double staircase. You’d halted your sweeping to follow his gesturing, brows furrowing in confusion.

“In fact, he’s watching us right now,” he had said, smiling deviously. And you’d tried to see what he was seeing, only catching sight of a fluttering curtain. “Why don’t you come down and introduce yourself, Azul? It’s very impolite to leave a guest in the care of someone else when you’re the host.”

There had been no sound to let you know of his departure, but Jade seemed to know when he’d left because he had sighed and shook his head in dismay, saying, “It was worth a try. You’ll have to excuse him. He’s not the most…social creature, to phrase it gently.”

Even though you’re meant to be a captive, it doesn’t feel like it. You think this Azul fellow is much kinder than he seemed when he first stole you from the comforts of your home because there is always delicious foods waiting for you in the dining room, spread out on a lengthy table like a buffet, and your room is always kept pristine and clean (the result of finely honed magic). You think he’s crept inside once because you felt another presence, but as quick as it had come it vanished. And when you woke you found your wardrobe filled with new outfits, all perfectly tailored to your exact measurements. You learn from the twins that Azul holes himself up in his study, never coming out unless it’s for good reason. You’re forbidden from entering such a sacred place, and they tell you that that’s the only rule you must follow. You can explore the grounds, the surrounding forest, the many rooms and halls, but you cannot travel down the hall that leads to his study.

Naturally, you intend to follow this rule. But can you blame your curiosity for getting the better of you when you begin to wonder about Azul? What does he look like? Why does he hide himself away? What’s so special about his study? Why is it an area forbidden to you? You aren’t stopped by either twin when you creep down the hall in search of it, but you know they’re watching you. Perhaps it was their intention to tell you of that room’s existence so that you would deliberately break the rule.

His study is dark and dusty and decrepit. It’s filled with old, thick tomes and textbooks. You spot human trinkets scattered on the desk and on shelves—pocket watches, hand mirrors that have shattered, jewelry, hair pins, and even rusted forks and spoons. You almost jump out of your skin when you spot the animals crowding the floor, but upon closer inspection you realize it’s all just taxidermy. Birds and squirrels and rabbits and even a tiny fawn. You wonder if Azul is a hunter.

The study itself is bigger than you thought and the deeper you go, the colder the environment becomes. Detached and unwelcome—an ominous slice of space meant to scare and unsettle. An old grandfather clock calls out the passing seconds in disconcerting tick-tocks. You eye portraits of pinned butterflies in all colors and sizes, vibrant wings spread out and arranged so carefully. And at the very end of the hall, there are glass doors that open onto a large balcony. Moonlight filters in, illuminating floating dust motes and a bookshelf filled with classic literature: gothic poetry and horrors. You pluck a book from the shelf at random and leaf through its pages, eyeing sonnets about nature and love and fleeting seasons.

And when you turn to your right, your eyes fall upon the figure who looms over you, sharp, glacial eyes pinned on your form. And though his features are obscured in the hood of his cloak, you can partially recognize the formal attire he wears, nearly Victorian in design. Your mouth hangs open in surprise and then it shuts and you flinch away so quickly that your back hits the shelf. It shudders with the disturbance, but thankfully nothing falls.

Foolishly, you try to find an excuse, but no words will come out and so you’re left desperately opening and closing your mouth. He stares at you, his eyes narrowed, and then he holds his hand out. It’s pale in the moonlight, almost like porcelain, and his thin fingers curl impatiently. Shakily, you place your palm in his and he blinks down at it. His hand is deathly cold in yours; you feel as if you’ve just touched a frozen corpse. The man pulls his hand from yours with a scoff.

“The book,” he demands, voice mean and harsh.

Your arm quickly falls to your side. “Right. Sorry. H-Here you go.” You hand it over to him, and he swipes it from you with a huff. “I’m sorry. I… I know I wasn’t supposed to come here, but I was curious and—” You stop yourself, watching the way in which he flicks his wrist to send the novel back to its place by way of magic. “You’re Azul, aren’t you?”

He turns away from you, his cloak swishing with the movement. “That matters not. Now that you’ve had your fill of snooping through my belongings so rudely, I’ll have to ask you to leave. Unless you’d rather stay and become my next taxidermy project.”

You try to object and insist that you were only curious, but some force is already guiding you to the exit. You struggle against it, but it doesn’t relent, firmly pushing you in the direction you came from. Azul stands within his crowded study, in the center of a little path cut out for him to walk through, and he’s framed in crisp, silver moonlight. His arms fold disapprovingly over his chest, and you sneak one last glance at him before the door to his study slams with a resonating bang that has the portraits on the walls trembling.

You’re a little shaken when you creep back to your room, your mind replaying the scene in a loop. Floyd’s waiting for you when you return, lounging on your bed in his human form, his spade-shaped tail flicking in delight. He brightens when he sees you, devilish with glee, and asks if you liked Azul’s study. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but you would’ve preferred to spend a little more time feeding your curiosity.

“He’s got lotsa interesting stuff in there.” Floyd sits up and stretches, all nonchalance despite the morbid nature of his next statement. “Surprised Shrimpy didn’t become his next interesting thing.”

“What… What does that mean?”

“All of Azul’s meals are…preserved in time,” Jade answers, suddenly standing at your side. He greets you with a pleasant smile and a bow. “You’ve seen his little menagerie, have you not?”

“The taxidermy?”

“Indeed.”

Floyd pats the empty space on the bed, and you sink into it slowly.

“So… So he only eats their organs and stuffs them?”

“Not quite. But a brilliant guess nonetheless.”

You glare at Jade, who merely continues to smile. Floyd giggles and flops down beside you. His tail curls around your wrist, squeezing playfully. “We get to eat the insides. Azul’s only after the blood. Ah, but he hasn’t eaten anythin’ in years, yeah?”

Jade considers the question before nodding. “I’m afraid so. A shame. He could benefit from a fulfilling meal.”

“Then… Then I’ll cook something for him! He shouldn’t have to wither away. I’ll make him a feast!”

“Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. The meals humans consume aren’t very filling to creatures like us. It only scratches an itch, but the hunger will remain.” Jade hums thoughtfully. “Although… Well, there is one way. Oh, but I couldn’t possibly ask this of you.”

Floyd catches on immediately, perking up with a pout. “Shrimpy’s nice and all, but we couldn’t force the load on ya. That’d be unfair...”

“What? What is it?” Your nerves crackle with suspicion when the twins turn away from you, hanging onto one another as if in mourning. “Seriously… What can I do? I want to help…and apologize for snooping. So please tell me what I can do to make it up to him.”

Their backs are turned to you as you sit there in all-consuming silence, so you fail to notice the smirks they exchange. But you can hear it in their tones when they speak in perfect unison.

“You’ll just need to sign a little promise for us.”

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #🦐 anon #vampire azul my beloved <3 #vampire azul

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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You were always there in the background.

Since you were little you wished you weren't alive.

No one had treated you right.

You were just a girl with parents who didn't care about you.

When you were 12, you escaped to Republic City. You wanted to get away.

Far, far away.

Start a new life where maybe, just maybe...you could be in the spotlight.

You were sick of being a wall flower.

You got a job at a bakery called, Cake My Day.

Cute name, isn't it?

The owner, Ms. Sherry, was so nice.

She taught you how to bake delicious treats. She had a spare room in her house. She said you could stay there. She was lonely and didn't mind having another person around.

How lucky could you get?

Maybe, finally, your life was turning around.

4 years passed by.

You and Ms. Sherry were the faces of the shop. With your help in advertising, the shop became more popular than before and you needed to hire 4 other people to help.

You grew older, more beautiful. You were now a manger in Sherry's bakery.

Despite you taking care of most of the work, she was still a busy boss, but you were there to help take the load off. (And force her to take time off so she'd stop over exerting herself).

She even let you start creating recipes of your own! (The first 12 were a bust though. But you learned plenty from the 12 failures! 13th times the charm!!!)

With more money coming in, she was able to reconstruct the shop to make it bigger and better. There was a To-Go Line, a large array of desserts behind the glass fridge, a coffee corner, and an outside patio complete with flowers and atmosphere. And that was just the 1st floor! The 2nd floor was mostly just a relaxing spot to study or just enjoy the comfort it offered with its couches, mini stage where someone would always play relaxing music, a little yoga spot, and the restrooms that were always clean and well-maintained.

This place felt like home. It was home.

And Ms. Sherry...Well, she become like a mother to you. A real mother. A kind mother.

You were happy.

You were walking through the neighborhood one night. You had to fetch some decorations for the shop. Ms. Sherry's birthday was in a week and you wanted to make it special. So you went out when she was asleep to get the supplies you ordered.

Suddenly, someone ran into you.

You fell to the ground.

"Aw man! I'm so sorry!"

When you looked up, you saw the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen. You're heart began to race.

He stopped to help you up. He was huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon. And you quickly found out he practically was when you spotted the men in green jumpsuits, red scarves, and weird looking masks come and attack him.

You swore something about their attire was hauntingly familiar. But everything was happening so fast you couldn't process it immediately.

He was earthbending to save him self and protect you from the crossfire, but the men were skilled and had these weird weapons.

You went into panic mode.

Should you help?

But then you saw one of the men pull out a scarier looking weapon than the other crimimals had and you reacted on instinct.

It could be dangerous.

You never told a lot of people this.

But when you were young, you had been born with air bending.

Both your parents were non benders so it didn't make sense.

You grew up learning to hate your air bending because it was the reason your parents hated you.

You only learned to control it so you wouldn't lose control and hurt somone by accident again.

But right now, someone needs your help. That was more important than your fear.

You twirled around and blew all of the men into the building.

The boy's mouth dropped.

"Y-you're an airbender?!"

"Ssshhh!!! Just run!!!" You grabbed his hand and just ran.

"Who are you?" He wheezed out. You can tell he had gotten hurt and this was probably hard on him. But this was the best you can do.

"Who am I? Who are you?! Why are those guys chasing after you?! Please. Please tell me you're not a criminal and I just got caught in the middle of a gang war!!!"

"Uh, weeell. I wooouldn't say gang war..."

"Then what would you call it?!?!?!" You wheezed out in frustration.

"Uuuhhhmmm...Weeell..." He trailed off.

"Nevermind! We'll take about it later!" You scoffed in frustration.

This was most likely a gang war and he didn't want to tell you...Great.

You cursed to yourself. Still, you keep running with him. You already got yourself involved, might as well keep going.

Plus...there was this feeling you couldn't quite shake. Something deep in your heart wanted you to help him.

Why would you want to help a possible gang member? Who knows?

Using your knowledge of the area you lead him to a place you'd be able to escape.

"It's a dead end!"

Turning around, you blasted a large gust of air to knock your oppressors down. While they were getting their bearings, you pushed the stranger into a dead end alleyway.

"No. It's not!" You pushed a trashcan to reveal an opening in the brick wall. "Come on! Hurry!" Without needing further instruction, he crawled through the space and you followed suit. You continued running, but not before moving the trash can back where it was.

When the gang of men looked into the alleyway there was no one in sight. So they continued further and further from you.

The only sound that could be heard were the harsh breathes you and the stranger were making. You both lay on the floor of Cake My Day's kitchen.

The noise of hurried footsteps, clattering of silverware, and the door shutting caused Ms. Sherry to come in aggressively and ready to whack the intruder with her trusty frying pan. When she saw you laying on the floor with some man, she was ready to pounce.

"(Y/N)! Dear, are you alright?! Did this man hurt you?! Quickly! Call the police! I'll hold him off..." She narrowed her eyes ready to strike.

You quickly waved her off.

"It's okay Ms. Sherry. He is with me."

"Y-yeah. I'd never hurt the pretty lady who just saved my life!" He helped you up shaking your hand similar to the excitement of a tiger seal. "(Y/N) was it!? You are awesome! Thank you so much for saving my rear back there! My name is Bolin!"

You blushed when he said "Pretty lady," but shook your head.

"Y-yeah. Sure. Speaking of that...Who were those people chasing you?! Are you really part of a gang?! Did I get myself into trouble?!" You were shaking his shoulders, terrifed.

"Ack! No no no! I'm not part of a gang...anymore that is..." He trailed off quietly.

"What was that last part?" You inquired.

"N-Nothing! Um, actually the guys that were chasing me where the Equalists. They infiltrated the Pro-Bending Tournament and attacked us! Luckily Korra, (she's the Avatar and my fellow team mate), Mako, (That's my older brother), the police force, and myself fought bravely!" He paused for a moment. "...Aaand we lost, aaand they took away the Wolfbat's bending...and the Stadium was completely destoryed... sooo yeah that didn't turn out great. But I spotted one the equalists escaping so I followed him!" He leaned against the counter trying to be cool. "I mean, not to brag, buuut I'm a pretty great Earth Bender. Anyway, I was going to help the police arrest him so we could get more info on what their planning. Yeah I know, it's a decent plan...Except when his friends came to assist him...I fought as best I could, but they are strong. When I couldn't fight anymore they began to chase me. I thought I was a goner. But then you came and saved me! And you used your awesome Air bending powers to knock them down! Are you related to Tenzin? You must be since their family are the only ones that can use Airbending. He didn't mention having another daughter though? Oh! Also-"

"I'm sorry. Let me stop you right there!" You had to stop him from getting off track. Both you and Ms. Sherry were still processing his explanation. Luckily, you and Ms. Sherry didn't have a problem keeping up with his speech. He was rambling quite fast. Honestly, did he even breath between sentences? Still, your coworker Derrick had a habit of rambling all the time so you both had practice understanding fast speech.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Let me get this straight. The people that were chasing you were not part of a gang. But some cult who wants to get rid of bending. And it's not just any run of the mill cult...It's the Equalists, correct?"

"Yup!"

"...What have I just gotten myself into..." You then started to freak out. "Oh my gosh!!! The freaking Equlaists!!! This-This is awful! what if they followed us home!?" You started hyperventilating. "What if they attack the bakery! What if-"

"Now now Dear. Let's not jump to what ifs. You know how you get. Let's just breath and calm down." Ms. Sherry knew you were an Airbender and why you hated it, so the thought of you being in trouble scared her. However, she had a feeling that this young man would protect you and teach you to love your bending. She just had a hunch and they were never wrong.

"Yeah! There is no need to worry! We lost them long before we got here! Thanks to your secret passageway, they didn't follow. Plus with your scarf covering your face and hair and your long jacket, they probably didn't see much to distinguish you!"

You had forgotten you were wearing this. It was a bit chilly out, but the main reason you wore these is so Ms. Sherry wouldn't recognize you and to hide the party supplies in your jacket. You were determined to suprise her.

"A-ah Yeah. That's true...Although, I should definitely trash these. That way they won't know who I am." You proceeded to do just that.

"Why are you wearing such clothes anyway darling? It is not that cold outside." Ms. Sherry questioned.

"A-ah!!! I-It's because I'm not feeling so well. Yeah! I went out to get some medicine. I didn't want to disturb your sleep." You hoped she'd buy it.

"Well why didn't you say so! I will get you some medicine to have you feeling better in no time. And Bolin why don't you try some sweets! I don't want you going back out tonight. It's dangerous if the Equalists are out there." Ms. Sherry was in her normal cheery mood. She was glad you both were safe.

"Oh, I don't want to impose! I can go back home and-"

"It's not a request. You ARE staying here. If you need to borrow the phone to call someone, it's right there." She pointed to the phone on the wall, staring Bolin dead in the eyes daring him to challenge her.

"Yes Ma'am." He scrambled to the phone to let his brother and Korra know he was fine.

You shook your head smiling. Honestly, once Ms. Sherry has her mind set on something there is no changing her mind.

While Ms. Sherry went to get medicine for your "illness," you went to heat up some leftover brownies you had made earlier that day.

"Wow that smells delicious! What is it!" Bolin peeked over your shoulder. He liked how friendly you and Ms. Sherry were. He'd feel really bad if something were to happen to either of you because of him. So he vowed to protect you.

"Thanks. It's my own recipe. I used to be such an awful Baker. But thanks to Ms. Sherry's skills, I'm better than ever!"

"Terrible baker and a terrible cook. I helped with that too." She winked at Bolin in a teasing manner after walking into the room.

"Unnecessary comment, Ms. Sherry." You pouted. She giggled. She gave you a small shot of disgusting medicine. You had to choke it down. You didn't want Ms. Sherry to know about your suprise. It'll all be worth it next week.

"By the way, were you able to contact someone to let then know you were okay?"

"Yup! My brother was relived to hear I'm okay. Thank you for taking me in for the night."

"Nonsense, Darling. I would never let such a sweetie like you get hurt or kidnapped or worse!" Everyone in the room knew how dangerous the Equalists were. They didn't want to find out what they would do to him.

The rest of the night passed by with no incidents. Bolin wanted to know more about you and you both stayed up late getting to know each other. The more you spoke, the more you realized how kind, brave, and funny Bolin was. You were glad you saved him.

Maybe he and his friends could bring down Amon...

"So since you're an Airbender, how are you related to Tenzin? I feel like if you were his daughter, we would've already met you. So you must be his niece, right?"

"Well...No. I'm not related to, er, Tenzin at all..." You looked away and fiddled with your hair.

"You're not? But I thought the only Airbenders were descendants of Avatar Aang?" Bolin tilted his head in confusion.

"Apparently not. Both my parents were non-benders...so I don't really know why I got my airbending...Not that it's really done anything for me. I wish I could get rid of it." You pulled your knees to your chest and hugged your legs, forlorn.

"What?! But you're an awesome airbender! Why wouldn't you want to use your bending?!"

You looked up at him and his concerned face. He is now the fourth person to know about your bending. Your parents rejected you because of it.

The only reason Ms. Sherry knew was because you had accidentally used your bending during a panic attack. She had to calm you down, but got hurt in the process. She had a permanent scar on her arm where you slashed her by accident. You had felt awful and cried while apologizing profusely. She cooed to you saying it was alright. When she held you, you ended up telling her everything.

Ms. Sherry hated your parents because of this. She began to raise you as her own after she found out you were living in a dumpster. She was the mom you never had.

Now here you were with a boy you just met. He knew about your bending. And he thought it was awesome. That's the first time anyone has told you that.

You couldn't stop the tears. You didn't want to cry and furiously began to wipe them. You tried to stop, but the more you held it in, the more you cried. This happens everytime you think about your bending or using it.

"H-hey! What's wrong?!" Bolin scrambled to you and rubbed your back. "Why...Why are you crying. Did I do something?"

"I don't understand...Why are you not running away? Why are you being so nice to me? I'm an airbender...Doesn't that freak you out?"

"Freak me out? Of course not! I happen to know 4 other Airbenders who are my friends. Why would that be freaky? I think its cool."

You stared at him with teary eyes and just began to bawl. You told him everything. You didn't know why, but something inside you just wanted to get it out.

You told him about your parents. You told them how they abused you and cursed you for your bending. They called you names and told you no one would ever be friends with you. You grew up to hate your bending. You had to teach yourself to control it, but even now you didn't have total control. You told him how you lived on the streets before Ms. Sherry took you in. How you ran away at such a young age and had to learn to fend for yourself.

You hated yourself.

You didn't realize that Bolin had wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You were suprised when you felt tears on your back. When you pulled your hands from your face, you noticed that he was crying too.

"W-Why a-are y-you c-crying?" You could barely get the words out.

"B-Because you are! And because your parents treated you totally unfair! I-I think your bending is awesome and you shouldn't hate it! It makes you who you are! And you're, like, the coolest girl I've met!"

Mako had come to pick Bolin up the next morning. After last night, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You were grateful for Bolin and he had become a quick friend.

That made both of you cry more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thanks again for letting me stay here Ms. Sherry. (Y/N)."

"Of course! You're welcome anytime, Dear."

"I hope he didn't cause you any trouble. Thanks for looking out for him. (Y/N), was it?" Mako shook your hand.

"Yes that's me. I'm glad I helped him. Thank you for keeping me company, Bolin. Oh! I packed some sweets for you and your friends." You gave him a pink box full of assorted sweets.

"Wow!!! Thanks!!! These look amazing!!!" He happily wolfed down a chocolate donut.

As Bolin was getting into his brother's car, he paused and ran up to you.

"You should come with us to Air Temple Island! There you can meet other Airbenders and they can teach you more about your heritage! What do you say!"

"M-Meet the other Airbenders. I-I don't want to impose. Besides what if they don't like me?!"

"They'll looove you. I'm sure they'd be stocked to meet another airbender!" He gave you puppy eyes and a wide smile.

"It wouldn't hurt, (Y/N). It might be good for you." Ms. Sherry put a hand on your shoulder. You opened your mouth to say something, but she didn't let you start. "And don't worry about the bakery. Derick and Lillian will be here to help. Go have a day off." She gently pushed you into Bolin's chest, making you blush 50 shades of red.

"I-I s-suppose I could go. I have wondered what the island looks like..."

"Great!!! Come on!!!" Bolin pulled you into the car in glee. You had to admit, you were both Nervous and a little bit excited.

You couldn't explain it, but you had a feeling that things would get better. You looked at yours and Bolin's intertwined hands and your heart drummed in your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, Bolina's heart was also thumbing as well.

You felt as if you didn't need to be afraid. So you put your trust in this, not so stranger anymore, and walked foward. You knew that everything would be okay if he was by your side.

Maybe airbending wasn't so bad after all.

#legend of korra x reader #legend of korra #bolin x reader #lok bolin #mako and bolin #korra #asami

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An eternal bond.pt4. Final.

Astarion's POV.

Part 1 👇

Fandom: Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: AstarionxF!Reader/TAV

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Summary:

The story where Astarion is the father of his children comes to an end, after spending months with you and your son, a new child is born and the Vampire Lord makes a decision that completely changed his fate and a great loss.

Notes:

The end of a history can be the beginning of another, no? PS: there no happy end.

Warnings: mature content, explicit and unprotected sex, pregnancy, a lot of blood, no happy ending.

At the time Alec's message arrived, Astarion was very busy at a ball he organized for the high society of Baldurs Gate, filled with alcohol, sex, orgy and blood, this last part for him at least. His spawns were responsible for finding victims in the crowd and his dungeon would soon be full of them again, not that they would live for long, of course they wouldn't, the ones he found most promising he would transform into spawns and thus his empire in The underworld of Baldurs Gate grew more and more, solidified and would soon be one step away from taking the city for himself... But after Alec's message, Astarion felt an urgency greater than his achievements to go after his wife before she disappeared again without leaving a trace, taking her heir.

Of course his plans were simple before seeing her, manipulating her to prevent her from leaving, seeing the boy - from afar of course - and returning to the ball... But when he saw her again that thing inside him screamed for She yearned, begged, desired to smell her up close again, the touch of her warm skin, her delicious lips, her blood... To have her, to make her his again and he gave in to that impulse.

But that thing inside him also wanted the boy, his son, it wanted to see him closer, talk to him, hug him, caress his white curls... But to Astarion's surprise, the boy was a bit cold, He hated him with just one look, which he thought was great, after all, he didn't need his son's love, just for him to stay alive since he was the heir to everything he had achieved.

His whole plan had gone down the drain at last when he lay with her again, when he took her again, when he tasted her, he felt chains binding him to her, an unbreakable bond, he felt love, what he never expected to feel, a spark that ignited and that now burns without stopping.

The decision to spend more time with her, and with the boy, was perhaps hasty, but he needed it, he needed to see what his life would be like if he hadn't ascended, he wanted to see himself at her side with her as his wife, not consort, but wife, and his plans were going beyond warm nights full of sex, he wanted to put another child in her, two, three more, he wanted to fill her with him and have more heirs, obvious reasons of course, since his first one didn't want don't even go near him. And during the several weeks that he was living his dull life in the boy's presence, he refused to speak to him, refused to be in his presence.

The Vampire Lord sighed, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, the sun was almost rising and he looked at his partner sleeping next to him, lying face down and totally naked, full of hickey and light bite marks, his back was sore from her fierce scratching, a delight in fact.

Astarion then leans over to her, to her back, removing her long hair and begins to give slow kisses around the area, she moans and moves in bed, but doesn't wake up. He smiles vilely and continues the kisses, going down to her ass and uncovering it from the sheet, he takes his hand to the soft flesh and squeezes it slowly and gives it a kiss, then he opens his mouth and slides his teeth along the skin, his fangs leaving two straight scratches from which drops of blood began to emerge and he licked them.

"Hmm..." she mumbles and slowly looks at him over her shoulder. "Astarion, I'm sleeping..."

"For now," he says moving behind her and she sighs tiredly.He then holds the two sides of her ass and pulls them apart, bends down to the space between them and kisses down to her sex, which was already wet, hot. The vampire then lets out a malicious laugh. "Your dreams were very wet, darling" he says and she takes a deep breath when his tongue traces the entire length making her moan.

Without having to order her to stick her ass for him, she did so by grabbing the pillow.

"So obedient," he says, laughing, kissing her sex. "You're perfect."

He touches the hot and wet area, causing the woman to let out a loud, hoarse moan. His tongue penetrates her, being embraced by her inner walls in her slippery sex, making him almost go into ecstasy. His mouth went down to her clitoris, his lips taking it between them and he began to suck it slowly, tortuously, nibbling, licking. Her heavy breath, her trembling body and her moans make the penis pulse, making the accumulation of pre-ejaculatory liquid drip onto the sheet.

"Astarion..." she moans his name in a soft, velvety way, making him respond with a loud, hoarse purr as he sucks her slowly, taking in all her sweet juice, smearing himself with it. He moves away from her and gets on his knees behind the woman, the vampire takes his hand to his throbbing cock and slowly masturbates it, looking at the woman's soaked intimacy, it even runs down her leg.

Gods, how delicious she was.

He then slaps her on the ass, making her let out a moaning scream and looking over her shoulder, drunk with pleasure. She spreads her legs further apart in a more than inviting way.

"Good girl," he says with a husky and sensual voice, leaning over her, grabbing her hair by the back of her neck firmly and giving her a fierce and thirsty kiss. Astarion takes his hand to his dick and positions it at the entrance to the woman's sex and slowly penetrates her, causing her to let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile, biting her lower lip. "I want to fuck you until you won't be able to get out of this bed for a whole day" he says against her ear.

He begins to thrust into her, very slowly, her inner walls contracting around him deliciously. The Vampire Lord passes his arm under her and takes his fingers to the woman's swollen and sensitive clitoris, starting to make slow circular movements, very slowly, while he continues to insert it slowly. She takes a shaky breath and sucks in air between her exposed teeth and moves her hips with his movements.

Astarion smiles, in more than 200 years, hundreds of lovers, men and women, none have ever had such an extreme connection with him, never had sex so delicious and that suited him, that completed him. Her body trembles as if she were exposed to extreme cold, her moans increase and she takes a hand to his disheveled hair, grabbing the curls between her fingers and turns her face towards him, giving him a deep, flustered kiss. He moans into the kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts a little, going deeper. The Lord takes his hand to the woman's neck, grabbing it there gently, holding her while he kisses her face, her moans are loud, mixing with the obscene noise of sex and his skin slowly slapping against hers.

Astarion continues that rhythm, not fast, not slow, but deeply, moving in and out of her almost to the tip of his cock and back to the end of her. His partner's hot body began to tremble, the moans becoming uncontrolled and she became tighter and tighter and soon they both reached orgasm together, he kissed her while pouring his seed inside her, deep inside, ensuring that nothing was wasted .When his cock stopped spasming, Astarion ceases the kiss and puts his forehead against the side of the woman's head, who breathes heavily and moans softly.

"You are my ruin" he says very softly in her ear, making her smile sweetly. Slowly he withdraws from her and rolls over on the bed until he is lying face to face with the woman who has the most beautiful satisfied smile on her face.

He caresses her cheek and gives her a long kiss, she soon fell asleep still with that beautiful smile and he couldn't feel anything other than pride in himself for making that woman satisfied.

He sighs and was about to snuggle up to her, however, a very suspicious noise upstairs made him alert. Astarion then gets up from the bed, puts on pants and walks out of the room, arriving in the common area of the house he continues to hear suspicious noises, then goes up the stairs heading towards the only room on the upper floor, his son's room.

The vampire opens the door to the boy's room and sees a surprising vision: little Astarion was returning from a night out. The boy didn't notice his presence as he closed the window surreptitiously. Astarion arches his eyebrow with a sideways smile, he crosses his arms and leans his shoulder against the doorframe just waiting for Asta to notice him. The boy slowly turned around and headed towards the bed where Scratch, the old dog, was sleeping.As soon as Asta noticed him, the boy widened his eyes and froze in place, staring at him. The boy's chin and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood.

"It's better to clean your mouth before going to sleep" Astarion said to his son, who had an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" the boy asks.

"I heard a certain "raccoon" climbing from the walls", the vampire says, moving away from the door frame and walking further into the room. "Sneaking out at night? Your mother won't like this at all."

"You have nothing to do with this, and you won't tell my mother" the boy retorts in pure diseducation.

"I think you forgot a small detail, boy", Astarion says. "That I am your father."

The boy makes a disgusted face and shows his teeth, his sharp fangs and Astarion laughs.

"You're cute, son" he says leaving the room and as he goes down the stairs he hears the door slamming loudly. He could say that it was bothering him that the boy hated himself so much, but it didn't make any difference to tell the truth.

***

The Vampire Lord's wife ate breakfast with their son, sitting at the table while eating a lot, he didn't judge her, after all he had kept her very busy during the night, hunger was an obvious result. Astarion looks at his son who is just picking at the food, he must be full, in fact, the little night hunt must have been satiating for the boy.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the woman asks and the boy looks at her, eyes innocent and surprised. Small two-faced.

"I'm not hungry... Can I go?" He asks and she gives him a sweet smile.

"Of course, don't forget the books" she says, taking his plate and moving it away from the smiling boy. He gets up and goes around the table, hugs his mother, kissing her on the temple and she then kisses him on the cheek. Then Asta leaves the kitchen, goes to the closet next to the door and there he had a backpack and went out

"Does he never miss?", the vampire asks.

"He loves studying", the woman replies.

"He really is a very diligent student", he says, approaching her from behind and leaning over her, what makes gives she smile.

"His father was an academic, maybe that influenced him" she says and he smiles resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you know that he leaves at night?" he says and she stops with the cutlery. The woman stops and looks at him, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" Astarion lets out a low laugh and moves away from her, pulls out the chair next to the woman's and sits there.

"Today after our delicious sex, I heard a suspicious noise coming from the upper floor, from his room", said the Vampire Lord and she continued looking at him, in total silence. "I went to find out and our beloved boy was returning from his nighttime getaway with blood on his mouth."

"My goodness", she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face and then lowering them and looking at him. "Blood from what?", Astarion wrinkled his forehead at the question.

"I don't know for sure, but it was from an animal", he replied and she breathed a sigh of relief. A certain discomfort ran through the vampire determined to relieve his wife... "Astarion never drank people's blood, I suppose" he said seriously and she looked at him.

"He drank mine, but he didn't want any more and so we went on the animal diet", she said, getting up and taking the dishes from the table. "He doesn't like drinking people's blood."

Astarion laughs and she looks at him, then ignores him, letting him laugh alone while she takes the dishes to the sink.

"Love, impossible", he says. "The blood of humanoid beings is infinitely tastier, superior. The boy has needed this type of blood since he was in your belly. Remember?"

"It was different, I was the one who drank..."

"But he was the one who needed it", he replied, getting up and going to her. "You know, my love... I know you two like this life... of peasants. But, I see that this is not the best place for Astarion. He needs more..."

"No," she said. "It is not necessary."

"It would even be good for his studies," the vampire continues. "Think carefully..."

"No!" she exclaimed, putting down the dishes and turning to him, tears in her eyes, her body shaking. "No..."

He stares at her in silence and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall.

"You've been here too long, if you miss Baldurs Gate so much, you should go back to your palace," she said. "I couldn't have allowed you to stay..."

"You need me, you want me, you love me," he growls between his teeth, taking her shoulders with his hands. "You are mine."

"I'm not" the woman replies, looking into his eyes. "Astarion, and I can't be, even if I love you, even if you are the father of my children... this will never work."

The Vampire Lord closes his eyes taking a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not rip that insolent woman's head off... And at that moment he noticed that she used the word children, in the plural. He opened his red eyes, looking at her with surprise.

"You are pregnant?" he asked and she pushed him away from her, turning around him. "Answer me!"

"I am!" she shouts with a choked voice, looking at him. "I am..."

Astarion has a livid expression on his face, a small smile forming.

"Since when?..."

"It's been a week since I found out."

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

"You would know, when you were at the palace, Alec would break the news."

"In the palace?", he questions, approaching slowly. "Did you already have plans to expel me?"

"Yes," she replied firmly. "You have your empire to look after, Astarion, you have your dark and cruel world waiting for you. And even though it pains me to say... you don't belong here, you don't belong on our side." she places her hand on her belly. "Enough" she said, turning her back and leaving the house.

Astarion stopped and looked around, he looked at his hands... who he was trying to fool by spending there four months there wasn't his wife or the boy, he was fooling himself, letting himself be carried away by that thing inside him, that weak voice, that weakness that begged for life that he said goodbye to without even feeling guilty.

She was right, he didn't belong there.

***

At the exact moment the Vampire Lord was satisfying himself on the neck of a beautiful human boy, young, handsome, with delicious blood. And he would continue to enjoy the boy's neck if it weren't for a message from Alec:

"Your consort is not well, my Master."

He would ignore it, after all, she didn't want him around, but one small detail made him panic... His wife was pregnant and the birth was a few days away, by his count. At the same moment, the vampire removed his mouth from the human, pushing him hard against the wall, enough to kill the unfortunate man. It didn't matter the moment of pleasure, no, if she wasn't well, he had to go. He quickly put on a hideously ordinary outfit and set off towards the remote location in the form of black smoke, moving faster than the winds. When already flying over the property, Astarion descended to the ground, brutally hitting him, causing black smoke to spread everywhere and he soon started walking towards the house.

The smell of her blood invaded his nostrils, his pupils dilated and his heart accelerated, it was a lot of blood. Astarion's eyes hover over his son who was sitting on the porch, the owl bear nearby as well as Scratch and Alec comforting the boy. As soon as the spawn saw him, he put himself in an alert position, moving away from the boy.

"Master..."

"What is happening?" Astarion asked, walking straight past him and opening the door of the house, to his surprise, Alec followed him into the residence.

"The labor is being..." the boy was saying when Astarion opened the door to the woman's room and was completely paralyzed.

Bloody towels, buckets of red water, the smell of blood so strong that it seemed to be inside her body and she... She was sitting on the bed, naked, legs open and the sheet completely red with blood, she was leaning against the pillows and panting, weak.

"Difficult..." Alec said, swallowing hard.

The midwife looked at them.

"No men here!"

" Shut up!" Astarion roared in his total fury, making the dwarf flinch.

The pale elf quickly walked over to his exhausted wife, holding her head by the back of her neck and making her look at him... Her eyes were almost lifeless.

"No, no, no," he said, bringing his other hand to her face and looked at the midwife. "Do something!"

"I-I've already done everything I could " she said. "The child is turned over... The only way would be to open the belly."

"But that would kill her" said Alec and the dwarf looked at him.

"It won't be much different than now "-she said and Astarion looked at the face of the woman who owed everything he had, everything, absolutely everything.

"You can't give up" he said and the twilight began to paint the night sky. "You are the damn heroine of Baldurs Gate! Let's go!" he held her face in his hands, but she didn't respond, her breathing was shallow... there was no solution, death was waiting to take her. "Open it" said Astarion to the midwife. The little woman and Alec looked at each other wide-eyed. "Open the damn belly and take out the child!"

"But, Sir..." the midwife was saying.

"Now!" Astarion ordered, his voice becoming thicker, like that of a demon and his eyes glowed red. The midwife said nothing, just quickly took the necessary sharp instrument and went to the slowly dying woman. The dwarf skillfully began to open a cut on the foot of the woman's belly, who made an expression of pain and moaned softly.

" It's okay, it will be quick, I promise, my love, I promise" said Astarion, kissing her on the forehead, his red eyes then went to the midwife who was opening the belly, the blood running like a stream from the incision.

The small hands were soon entering the open cut, feeling, searching, while the Vampire Lord's wife moaned in pain, almost dying.

"Get her out soon!" Alec screams in despair.

"I am trying! - the midwife says and Astarion sees her two hands pulling the baby's feet out of the cut.

"Just a little more" said Alec, going to the last clean towel, picking it up and approaching the midwife who pulled the baby out. Alec quickly wrapped the white towel around him.

"She's not breathing, clear her airways!" said the midwife, going with Alec to the small table prepared to receive the baby and they began to try to save the child's life. Astarion then looked at the woman, her eyes dull, her breathing failing, ending... he knew she would hate him for that.

The Vampire Lord quickly bit his own wrist, opening a large wound, and grabbed the woman's chin, opening her mouth.

"Here, take everything" he said, pouring the ascended blood into her mouth, flooding it, causing the blood to flow down her throat. "You can't leave me, I forbid you."

He said with tears running down his face and rested his forehead against the side of her forehead. At the same moment the baby cried, she took a deep breath, her body began to spasm, the cut in her belly closed and she began to scream.

"By the gods..." said the midwife completely in shock. The dwarf looked at the baby who was now crying and being cleaned by Alec. "This is the spawn of a demon..."

Astarion looked at the woman and then at Alec who was looking at her angrily. With a signal from the lord, the spawn advanced on the dwarf, sinking his fangs into her neck. Astarion's wife, however, stopped screaming and writhing, falling into a deep sleep amidst the blood-soaked sheets. Alec finished drying the midwife's veins and quickly returned to the baby, wrapping him in the towel again and cradling him on his chest.

"Bring him here" said Astarion and the spawn obeyed him promptly.

The vampire took the newborn child in his hands and placed it in his arm, the little white thing, bald and covered in blood, couldn't stop crying.

"Maybe it's better to put her on her mother's chest" said Alec and Astarion nodded.

With the greatest care and delicacy he had, he placed the baby against her chest, helped the little one find the nipple and to his surprise, the child began to breastfeed. A small smile formed on the pale elf's lips seeing the offspring feeding on his mother.

"Master... You... Really transformed her" said Alec.

"She and I will discuss this later" said Astarion holding the baby carefully against her chest. "Now, let's take care of this boy..."

"Girl, Master" Alec corrected. "She is a girl."

Astarion raised his eyebrow and gave a small smile... girl, your girl, your princess.

"Mom?..." Asta's voice at the door made the two vampires look at him. The boy's eyes were wide, scared, he was shaking with horror.

"Asta..." said Alec, raising his hands at elbow height. "Asta, stay calm..."

"What you did do to my mother?!" the boy shouted furiously, tears running down his face.

"Your mother is well, Astarion" said the Lord. "She's just tired."

"You are lying!" the boy shouts. "Mommy!" he tried to run to her, but Alec got in front of her.

"She's going to be fine, Asta" said the spawn. "Please, leave."

The boy was breathing heavily, looking scared everywhere, at his mother lying inert in the bed with a baby against her chest... He soon ran quickly out of the room.

"Asta!" Alec shouted, going after him.

"Leave the boy, I need you here" said Astarion, leaning over the woman and the child stopped before leaving the room. "Clean everything.

"But, Master, Asta..."

"He will come back" he replied as he picked up the now quiet baby and placed her in the small crib nearby. "I'll take care of her mother."

Alec didn't answer anything, just nodded while the Master took the unconscious and bloody woman in his arms and left heading towards the bathroom.

Her life now belonged to him.

***

Astarion himself, after giving the woman a bath, took care of the newborn baby, gave her a warm and careful bath and then put on clean, white clothes. He didn't get tired of looking at the little girl, she had white skin, pale as ivory, pale like his and from the few strands of hair he knew they would be white, now her eyes... those would be a mystery until they established their color. But she was beautiful, perfect, his little Aurora.

The Vampire Lord later went in search of his firstborn. He followed the trail of him and the animals, but all he found was the old dog... Dead. There was no sign of violence on his body, nothing, he was just dead, undoubtedly due to his age, his heart must have stopped, and the body was very far from the house. The owl bear's trail had also simply disappeared, as had the boy's, which made Astarion uncomfortable, his heir had simply disappeared and that wasn't good at all, in fact, it was terrible for a huge list of reasons. He returned to the house, empty-handed, and as soon as he was close he heard the woman's enraged screams.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!" Astarion at that moment closed his eyes and took a deep breath, it was time to face the consequences of his desperate act. "Madam, please calm down..."

"Saying that will only make her angrier "said the vampire lord, making the woman look at him. The now red eyes had only one feeling printed on them: anger.

"You..." she said through exposed teeth. "I'll kill you!"

She advances towards Astarion.

"No you won't " he says and she stops, her eyes now scared... Realizing that she was obeying his order. "Calm down and sit down, right now. Even though her body dressed in a simple red dress showed reluctance, she sat on a chair at the table and stared at the floor.

"Alec, continue the search" ordered the cub, who gladly obeyed. Because his spawn were made with ascended blood, some of them Astarion gave the gift of being able to walk under the sun. "What did you do... What did you do..." said the woman tremblingly looking at her pale hands while tears fell onto her palms.

"I had no choice," Astarion said and she raised her red eyes to him. "I was losing you, my decision was a pure act..."he looked at her haggard face. "Desperation, selfishness... Hope of not losing you."

She closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head. Astarion then approaches the woman, places himself on one knee in front of her and holds her now icy hands.

"Try to understand, I couldn't lose you" he says, placing a hand on her face and she leans towards the touch. "I can't ask for forgiveness, because I know it's unforgivable."

"How am I going to tell this to Asta?" she questions and that thing inside Astarion seemed to hurt, become tight, crushed.

"Honey... The boy... He left last night, with the animals, after the baby was born" Astarion said and she looked at him without understanding. "I found the old dog, but the trail of the owl bear and the boy..."

"What are you saying?" she questioned, letting go of his hand and moving away from his touch. The Vampire Lord took a deep breath.

"Our son is missing" he said finally.

Little by little, the woman's eyes opened wide, an expression of pure terror and anguish appearing on her beautiful face.

"What?..."

"But don't worry, we're already looking for him" said Astarion, holding her face in his hands.The woman was so shocked that she couldn't express despair or anger, she just said:

"I want my son... Let's find him" said Astarion.She only came out of her shock when the baby in the room started crying, this caused Astarion's partner to become alert and quickly get up and go towards the girl. He followed her and stood at the door watching her take the small white-clad bundle into her arms.

"How will it be now?" she asked, lowering the strap of her dress, taking her left breast out, it didn't take long for the little girl to start suckling hungrily. "How am I going to feed her when the fangs are born?"

"She will continue drinking your milk and your blood" said Astarion, approaching and placing himself behind the woman, his hands resting on her hips and his face pressed against hers. "But, I believe that the blood of a living being will have to be given."

She closed her eyes again causing more tears to fall.

"Let's look for Asta after she finishes breastfeeding" she said, opening her red eyes and looking at the little newborn. "Let's bring her brother back..."

"Yes" said Astarion, resting his chin on the woman's right shoulder. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Yes..." she replied softly in a tearful voice. "I can't even think of a name for her.."

"Don't worry, my treasure"said Astarion, placing a hand on the little girl's head. "I already thought about that. The vampire's wife looked at him. "Her name is Aurora" he said.

She gave a shaky little smile and looked at the baby again.

"Welcome, Aurora " she said, crying again and Astarion wrapped his arms around the woman in a futile attempt to comfort her heart, but nothing could comfort her until they found the boy.

***

The search for Astarion continued, for days, weeks, months... And nothing, they didn't find the boy and every day more and more, the Vampire Lord saw his wife, his consort, fall into a deep abyss and she just wasn't going deeper and deeper for Aurora, for their daughter who would soon turn one year old. Astarion liked to spoil the girl, he liked to make her laugh, he dressed her in the most expensive and luxurious clothes, she had all the toys possible and for her he redecorated the entire palace. No gloomy colors, no sordid decor, nothing that could dull the shine of his perfect, immaculate daughter. Of course there were still the dark parts, parts that Aurora should never set foot in or know about, usually the parts where most of Astarion's spawn lived. He didn't like their presence near Aurora, he handpicked vampires who could be his daughter's companion.

Regarding the outside world, he also wouldn't allow Aurora to leave Baldurs Gate, not after the disappearance of her older brother... Astarion didn't understand what had happened to his son, it didn't make sense, a boy and a damn owl bear disappearing without a trace was absurd. But he hadn't given up on finding the boy, he chose the most competent spawn to go with Alec in search of the boy throughout Faêrun and they could only return with the boy and the damn owl bear.

The Vampire Lord supervised the team of a renowned painter in the city by placing the monumental painting of the Ancunín family on the main wall of the ballroom. In the image he was standing, elegant and with an unparalleled posture, next to his consort sitting in a cream upholstered chair with the baby on her lap facing her, but looking in the direction of the painter. The painting was clear, vivid, full of light, the three wore light, haute couture clothes, in a well-lit environment with little information other than the extraordinary beauty of that family.

"A little further to the left" ordered Astarion and the poor mortals who placed the painting trembled on the stairs, balancing themselves to adjust the frame perfectly.

"It was already straight" the woman's voice says, entering the room and he looked at her. She wore a beautiful noble crimson dress, her daughter in her arms wore a beautiful dress in a bluish tone. The girl was the synonym of perfection and beauty, her white hair formed thick curls that were already shoulder-length, her skin was delicate and pale like ivory and her eyes... They were blue, a pale blue like the full moon, when he noticed her eyes were forming that color, he was sure they were his eyes before he was transformed.

"Your perception isn't very sharp, my love" he said with her stopping beside him. Aurora laid her head on her mother's shoulder, drowsy.

"Apparently, it better than yours" she said, passing him and lightly bumping hher shoulder against his arm. Astarion raised his eyebrow and followed her gaze, he knew she was far from happy, but she was there with him and that was all that mattered. After the painting was finally placed, he went in search of his beloved consort and found her in her daughter's beautiful room, fit for a princess. She was lying on the huge bed next to the sleeping girl. She tapped her fingers lightly on Aurora's bottom and hummed a song softly. The Vampire Lord approached the bed and the woman looked sideways with red eyes, ignored him and continued to rock Aurora to sleep.

Knowing he was intruding, the pale elf snuck over to the bed and lay down on the other side of the girl, returning to her mother who was facing him. Astarion took his long fingers to his daughter's curls, sinking them into the silky strands.

"I know you're not happy "he said softly and the woman looked at him. "But I'm working to make it happen. I swear that soon the four of us will be together." he looked at her, a small smile graced her beautiful lips, and slowly she leaned towards him, sealing her lips in a warm kiss. She then lay down on the bed and snuggled Aurora against her, and the vampire couldn't resist lying down too and placing both of them on his broad chest.He could be the biggest bloodthirsty tyrant that Baldurs Gate would have, but with his family he would always wear the good mask, the fake that left that thing trapped inside him free to live the illusion of a happy and perfect family.

What he knew could never be.

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Astarion couldn't say how he was simply sucked into a portal next to the Bear, he remembers running through the forest with the animal following him along with Scratch and then, when they were close to a stone wall, a purple light enveloped them, just he and the bear and Scratch stayed behind. But the strangest thing was waking up in a bed in a place he didn't know, strange and the strangest thing was the man who apparently was taking care of him. His name was Gale, and he was a powerful and skilled wizard and the crazy thing was that he knew his mother... And her father.

They had fought against the Absolute before Asta was born, even though he was already in his mother's womb. At the time he didn't know how to get home, he didn't know where his house actually was, so Gale took care of him and the Bear and Asta had to admit that he saw him as a father and Gale saw him as a son, he taught him everything about magic, made him study the arcane art and helped him, but Astarion also continued with his physical training, swords, bows, all types of weapons and combat. He had to stay strong because of what was happening in Faêrun, the rise of the Dark Empire, led by the Vampire Lord who was his father. As the years passed, Asta's father became more and more powerful, his claws were embedded throughout the Sword Coast, his power was unique, extreme. Asta knew that that night after giving birth, the bastard had transformed his mother and taken her and his brother, or sister, to the palace where they were now trapped. Everything the boy wanted most in that world was just one thing:

"Revenge " said Asta, packing his backpack for his journey while the teacher, the master, watched him. Gale already had gray strands among his brown ones, marks of time on his face, but he always seemed energetic.

"What you're doing is very risky," Gale said. "Even though you are the son of Astarion, he will kill you."

"I spent years training, professor" said Asta, turning to him. "Years, I'm ready."

Gale crossed his arms over his chest and let out a long sigh, worry on his face.

" Don't go alone," he said. "Find allies."

"The road to Baldurs Gate is long, I'm sure the Bear and I will find allies" he said, finishing closing his backpack and placing it on his back. Asta was now a man in his late 30s, he was no longer a boy, but Gale still looked at him as if he were, as if he needed his protection.

"I'll be fine, and when this is all over, I'll come back with my mother" he said and Gale smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I hope so" said the wizard and Asta knew he was trying to look tough at that moment.The dhampir then went to the man and hugged him, Gale took a few seconds to return the hug, which became tight.

"I'll be fine" said Asta and Gale let out a shaky, nasal laugh, ready to cry.

"I hope so, son" he said, taking his hand to Asta's hair, stroking the strands between his trembling fingers.

After the difficult farewell, Asta left the wizard's tower and together with the owl bear began his journey along the road to Baldurs Gate, towards his revenge and rescuing his family from the monster's clutches.

But what he couldn't imagine was that he was continuing a cycle of pain and suffering.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion x tav

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our-destiny · 2 years

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Imagine becoming friends with Michael while being in the Devildom, (as a baker + artist)

It starts with him learning you enjoy baking. He asks Simeon to bring him some treats you made. So, you make him some brownies. Apparently they were delicious, and in return he sends you a flower from the Celestial Realm, one that never wilts. You keep it in your room, despite the brothers protests, after all it's beautiful, soft pink petals that bring a little more brightness into the dark and gloomy Devildom.

Then he asks for another thing. For you to paint something for him. You remember he's interested in constellations. You quite enjoy painting night skies and stars for Belphie, so you search up a constellation and paint it on a small miniature canvas you had. You end up getting carried away and make a few of them, all with different blues and purples in the background, one singular constellation in the middle. Simeon brings all of them up to Michael, who is delighted with your creations. In return he sends you some sweets from the Celestial Realm.

You enjoyed painting the constellations for Michael, so you end up painting more, using it as a way to wind down after a long day. You bake some cupcakes to go with them and Simeon whisks them up to Michael (you honestly feel bad for making him do this for you, but Sim assures you he doesn't mind helping). This time Michael gifts you a gold necklace, a white butterfly charm hanging off it.

Every time you give something to Michael; sweets, paintings, he always gives you something in return; sweets, jewellery or flowers, but you notice other things have started happening, too. Sometimes when walking to and from RAD you get this feeling that you should use a different route than you normally do. It doesn't make sense and there doesn't seem to be a reason for it but you still usually listen to that voice, what's the harm?

The first time you didn't listen to that voice you ended up getting attacked by a demon trying to eat you up. Luckily, Beelzebub was with you and you got out alive, just a bit shaken up. You quickly learned it was better just to listen to your gut, that it seemed to keep you out of harms way, that it seemed to be able to sense you were in danger and protect you. But that wasn't the weirdest thing that started happening.

Doves kept on following you. When you went outside there would be at least one dove watching you, chirping at you when you looked at it. You didn't even know there were doves in the Devildom and started to wonder if Mammon's ability to talk with his crows rubbed off on you, just with... doves. Okay, probably not but it wouldn't be the weirdest thing that had happened during your stay. So you chalked it up to coincidence. But then they started bringing you things. Little trinkets. Maybe that theory that Mammons ability had worn off on you wasn't so crazy. In the morning you would wake up to the sound of a dove outside your window, it would drop a flower on your windowsill before flying off. The flower didn't look like anything from the Devildom, too angelic to be plucked from the ground of hell. It reminded you of the flowers Michael had given you last week. You popped it in a vase and tried not to think of it. But it kept on happening. Every morning you'd wake to a dove outside your window, it'd drop a gift, then leave.

The gifts were the same stuff Michael would give you, just on a smaller scale. While Michael would give you a necklace, the dove you drop a ring, Michael gives you a small cake, the dove gives you a small sack of berries, equally as sweet. It was a welcome connection between you and the angel, even though the brothers weren't too happy about it.

One day, you were at Purgatory Hall having tea and talking with Simeon. You mentioned all that stuff that's been happening, the weird gut feelings and the doves, and Simeon finally explained it. Michael had dubbed himself your guardian angel. That gut feeling you'd been getting was Michael keeping you safe. The doves were his way of being there physically. It was actually really sweet, knowing he was looking out for you. You didn't mind, it was fun having a friend with you everywhere, even if that friend took the form of a bird. The brothers on the other hand weren't too pleased to learn that Michael was your guardian angel, though they were thankful he was keeping you safe, even if they act like it's the end of the world.

An: I don't know why I like Michael so much considering we haven't met him yet. I seem to like characters the fandom make evil. As always this is very ooc and just self indulgent :]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! swd #om! shall we date #self indulgent #obey me michael #obey me angels #obey me fic #i just want to be friends with him #people describe him as weird and it makes me feel bad :(#i want him to be fun and nice and laid back #but alas #wishful thinking #i was thinking of not posting this #cuz no one else will enjoy it but me #oh well we'll see how it goes

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nicherayyy · 1 year

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Yandere La Squadra x Fem Reader OUTLAST AU

Chapter three

Previous chapter: chapter two

Next chapter: chapter four

TW: psychological manipulation, cursing, violence

You read every word of the file, trying to take something useful for yourself. Mood swings? It actually explains a lot. You gotta be careful then.. one careless word and he can get angry, and you definitely wouldn’t want that. Maybe you still have a chance to escape? Yeah, just need to put your cards right. Now, it’s time to stay cool-headed and don’t let panic take over you. Do not show your fear.

Clenching your hands into fists and taking in more air, you finally gathered the courage to straighten your back in front of him. Do not show fear.

You gulped. Risotto still searching for food. This bastard.. he is not afraid to turn his back on you. He’s vulnerable now. You could hit him on the head with something heavy, or.. still try to run away? No. There is no guarantee that you will be able to hit hard enough to knock him out. This is not an option. And escape? No, no chance. He WILL catch you. It will be a miracle if you can even run a few meters. He’ll be angry if you try one of these. And who knows what he can do while blinded with anger. It’s terrifying even to imagine, but his stocky physique definitely scares and lead to worse thoughts.

Your breath begins to hitch again. Do not show fear. Pull yourself together!

There’s only hope. You need to outsmart him.. somehow. Just to wait till the right time. For now, you’ll be pretending. As long as you can..

Maybe, just maybe someone’ll start looking for you. Your boss for example. It would be weird if you’ll not show up tomorrow. What day is it by the way? How long you’ve been sleeping? Pathetic. You don’t even know what day is it now. Although not that you can orientate yourself- you never wore a watch, and your phone must have fallen out of your pocket while you were running away from that creature. Maybe your luck will return and you’ll be able to see a wall clock somewhere, you need to stay sane after all. Just a few hours, you keep reassuring yourself, and this would be over. You’ll come home, maybe change your workplace, everything will be just alright.

Oh, Risotto seems to have found something. He turned to you, staring with his red and seemingly empty eyes. You’re shaking again. Do not show fear. He starts to get closer, a can of beans and a bottle of water in his hands. You try not to step back from him. Do not show fear. He’s not going to hurt you, at least now. He’s right in front of you. You froze, observing his next actions.

“I hope you’re not picky”, he stated, still looking right into your soul.

What is he waiting for? You need to say something? If that’s so, you need to be extra careful with your words. One wrong word and it’s over for you. You gulped.

“Not at all”, you reply, he seems satisfied with your answer. Good.

“I don’t like you eating in such place, let’s go to our room”, what did he just say? Our room? This dirty and scary place with naked walls?

He takes your hand in his bigger one. You try not to twitch. He’s cold.. really cold. Is he even alive? Well, he’s surely not quite human. The corridor met you again with blood-stained walls, you try not to pay attention to it. For some reason, you thought it would be colder here. Just now you noticed that your work clothes are a little torn, although it’s not surprising.

You have finally reached the room. Risotto didn’t say another word, and you weren’t going to start a conversation either. For now, you just’ll be obedient.

Risotto locked the door behind him. You tensed up a little.

“Sit”, he pointed his finger at the dirty mattress on which you recently woke up tied up. You obey.

He hands you an already opened can of beans and water. Only now you did realise how hungry you were. Because of the stress you went through, it was difficult to think about food. And now, even a can of cold beans seems like the most delicious meal you’ve ever had. You eat. Eat as if you afraid that your food will be taken away. At that time, Risotto just sat at the level of your eyes, looking at you as if with a victorious grin. He put his hand on your head.

“You’re not planning to leave, are you”, he looked at you now serious. Your eyes immediately widened as you almost choked on your half-eaten food. He took a lock of your hair with force, Risotto looked even more menacing now. You whined with pain.

“No, of course you’re not”, the grip on your hair loosened “We’re meant to be, this world.. this world is so cruel. You need me. To love you, to protect you, to be with you”, he started stroking your hair, now looking at you with a soft, adoring gaze “There’s so many who would try to hurt you.. I won’t let them, you’re safe with me”. Chills ran down your spine. No, stay calm, stay calm, stay-

You heard a scream somewhere down the corridor. It’s definitely not human. It was getting closer. Risotto stood up immediately coming closer to the door. No, whatever it is it won’t know you’re here. It shouldn’t.. right?

The door handle began to move. This thing.. it’s trying to come in. You froze, not being able to take even one breath, your eyes wide.

“Stay right here”, Risotto gave you a warning look. What is he trying to do?

#la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba risotto #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #illuso x reader #formaggio x reader #jojo no kimyō na bōken #ghiaccio x reader

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thewordworrier · 10 months

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A Cardboard Box Of Photos Of The Life We Made

Word Count: 6,913 words. (This might’ve gotten away from me a bit.) Notes: ~ Title from “Timeless” by Taylor Swift. ~ I was quite inspired by Timeless [Taylor’s Version, From The Vault] for this one. Clearly. And I already have a piece hidden in my files regarding photographs, Shelly’s grandparents and the video shoot for The Ghost Of You. So that song reminded me of that too. ~ While this is another of my “inspired by Taylor’s new music” pieces, this one isn’t really a continuation of the other two. Sometimes you’re just not inspired that way, and I am pretty mentally invested in Shelly’s MCR-U timeline at the moment. ~ I do have an almost complete list of the contents (it’ll make sense when you read it.) ~ There are parts of this that are actually gross (affectionate) - like, who gave them the right? ~ I am not totally happy with the ending but it works.

~#~ [Setting: During the massive tour for The Black Parade.] It was close to the time of the holidays - Thanksgiving had been a quiet, to themselves at home, kinda affair because they were just so tired and worn out. Especially after all of the dramatics of ProRev. And it looked like the break for Christmas might end up going the same way - they both loved touring; Gerard loved performing for the fans and Shelly loved watching her band come alive on stage while she worked in the background to make sure that everything went as smoothly as possible. She would also fully, readily, happily admit that she had loved watching them perform and having them sort of flirt with her while they were on stage - because they all did it. It didn’t matter if she was down in the ‘press pit’ or if she was watching from the side stage. She’d get winks and blown kisses and all kinds of flirty behaviours from all of them. They had been especially “bad” during the ProRev tour, especially flirty and suggestive. Then again, there had been a reason for that. She had tried to get them to tone it down a little but, when they had been so insistent, how was she supposed to stop them? Plus there was something just so… Extra swoon worthy about the way Gerard looked at her while he was a) on stage - because he wasn’t normally so obvious with his affection in public, and b) dressed up like that - all suited and booted and so damn delicious. He almost looked like he was glowing. Shelly knew that he flourished on stage, but she’d never seen him look like that before. It was insanely attractive though. Naturally, Gerard checked in with Shelly when it came to their plans for Christmas, and he was (maybe not so secretly) relieved when she, albeit shyly, admitted that she was kinda looking forward to some time without other people. “I’m tired Gee,” she said softly, snuggling against him as they cuddled on their couch. “I’m enjoying the tour but there’s so many people, all of the time.” “And so much travelling,” he added with a nod. “Mm, it might be nice to just keep our feet on the ground for a little bit before we have to do it all again later,” Shelly hummed happily as he pressed kisses to the top of her head. “Okay. We’ll stay home if that’s what you want.” Shelly moved away from him so she could look at him properly. “Babe, if you wanna go home and see family for the holidays, or whatever it is you want, you can do that. You don’t have to stay stuck to my side. We can do things apart.” Gerard hooked his fingers under her chin to draw her forward so he could press a kiss to her lips. He felt her smile as he kissed her and that just made him smile. “I know we’re not attached at the hip,” he said quietly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I know that. But, I have spent almost every holiday of my life so far with my family. I would very much like to spend this one with you. Especially if it’s a quiet one in this otherwise really loud period of time.” “Are you sure?” Shelly whispered. He nodded. “Very sure, love. Very sure. We don’t even have to have a traditional holiday meal if you don’t want to.” Shelly tilted her head at him. “I mean, I’ll help you cook, obviously, I’m not gonna leave you to do anything alone, that’s not fair.” “Well,” she said with a slight grin. “Maybe you should leave me to do the cooking.” Gerard fake gasped. “Shelly, that’s rude!” She giggled and kissed him gently. “Might still need you to carry things and be all manly and stuff though.” “Hmn. I’m sure I can manage that. I think I can throw in some emotional support and maybe even some jar opening as a bonus.” She laughed, he grinned and they settled down to relax some more. ~#~ Not too long later, still during their ‘winter break,’ obviously, Gerard returned to the bedroom after showering to see Shelly already mostly dressed and ready for the day. “Shell, did you have plans for today?” “I have a few errands that I need to go out for,” Shelly checked her make-up in the mirror. “I did wonder why you were putting on make-up,” Gerard wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “Not that you need it in the slightest.” “You’re so biased though,” she hummed and giggled, making him smile. “Nope. You don’t need it,” he leant his chin on her shoulder. “But I’m never going to stop you wearing it if that’s what you want. I don’t own you or control you, love.” Shelly hummed happily and almost purred at him as she leant back against him. “And I love you for that, really. But, I gotta be presentable in public.” “Do you want me to come with you?” Shelly twisted in his arms, leant hers on his shoulders and raised an eyebrow at him. “And have my tasks take twice as long because you get distracted, or because we get a little bit mobbed?” Gerard grinned guiltily. “Yeah, okay, fair point…” “Besides,” she leant up on her tiptoes to kiss him gently. “How am I supposed to look for your Christmas present when you’re with me?” “Babe,�� he kissed her back, holding her tightly. “You don’t have to get me anything, you know that.” “Gerard,” she gave him A Look. “I’m going to buy you a gift. You can’t stop me.” He opened his mouth to try and counter that, only for her to continue. “More to the point, you won’t stop me, because you know that gift giving makes me happy. And you love seeing me happy.” “Hmm,” he nuzzled her and kissed her jaw. “That’s true. Seeing you happy is my favourite thing after all.” “Sap,” she mumbled, unable to keep the smile off of her face. “Did you need me to get anything for you while I’m out?” “Hmmm,” he held her a little tighter. “I don’t think so. I can always go out by myself tomorrow or something. Do you want me to do anything while you’re out?” Shelly thought about it before shaking her head. “I don’t think so.” “Okay. Well, you can text me if you think of something, and I can text you if I do too.” “Sure love,” Shelly unwound herself from him and went to finish getting ready to go out. He was on the couch when she left, not without first kissing him goodbye and whispering ‘I love you’ of course. And, naturally, he said it back. Not just because it was true, but because he knew that she always wanted those to be the last words she said to him, to anyone. If something bad were to happen while she was out. It was why she never went to sleep angry, it was why she never left a building in the middle of an argument. And he got it, really he did. The door shut behind her and he looked around the apartment. It wasn’t bad, it was fairly nice, actually. Just because they weren’t in it much while they were touring, didn’t mean it couldn’t be nice. It was enough for the pair of them, as they were. Obviously, if their relationship continued from strength to strength, and levelled up, he’d buy a house. Something on tv startled him out of his thoughts and he was reminded that yes, it was December. It was nearly Christmas. And the apartment didn’t have any decorations up. He was sure that they had some - not many, but some. He could do that while she was out, then he could maybe see about picking up anything they were missing when he next went out. He still had to find Shelly a Christmas present anyway, so he’d have to go out at some point. Not that he really knew what he wanted to get her, but he believed that he’d know when he saw it. Gerard finished his coffee and started hunting around for the boxes of Christmas decorations he swore they had. He initially thought he’d found them when he found a box of neatly coiled Christmas lights and tinsel - yup, Shelly had definitely put these away. He probably wouldn’t’ve taken the time to wind them that neatly. His moment of victory was brief because the box he pulled out after the tinsel and lights didn’t have decorations in it at all. Despite its size (just a little bit bigger than a shoebox, in fact, it might’ve been a shoebox in a previous life - or one that contained a pair or boots or something), Gerard had still been hopeful that it might’ve contained some smaller tree ornaments or something. Nope, nothing of the sort. It didn’t even have anything holiday related in it at all. Gerard knelt on the floor, carefully going through the box in front of him. The box was full of magazine clippings, newspaper articles, flyers, a copy of the ‘programme’ from the Helena video. Strange things - like a small bag of… Was that confetti? One of his dog collars from when he decided dressing as a priest was a good idea. (And, god, it really was.) Not so strange things, like guitar picks and a Revenge Era knuckleduster bracelet. And photos. So many photos. A couple of semi professional looking ones from performances but the majority of them were candids. Including one of her in the studio with them when they were recording Revenge. She had the softest expression on her face - full of sympathy but she also looked hurt, almost. He remembered that, actually. He hadn’t known that she was there until after he’d finished belting out Desert Song. He left the booth to join the others, to see what they thought and had come face to face with the tiny, cosily dressed blonde. And the others too, of course. She had looked at him like she had wanted to dash over and hug him, but seemed a little shy about it. (She did, later in fact, wrap him up in a tight hug when they found themselves alone and the conversation turned around to the music again. He swore that she had tears in her eyes when they broke apart.) He hadn’t been aware that someone had caught that look on her face on camera. Just like that second photo Frank had taken when they’d been doing the ‘soldier's wallet’ photos during the filming of The Ghost of You. The first photo of him with Shelly was them looking at the camera - he remembered Shelly rolling her eyes slightly before doing it. But the second was of them glancing at each other. God, had they always looked at each other like that? He knew he’d looked at her like that for ages - there was even video proof. From the Helena shoot, specifically; the camera focused on Tracey teaching a suited up (god that had been hot) Shelly a dance move or two, and then it had panned over to where he’d been watching them. Well. He’d been watching Shelly specifically. She’d worn a suit! A well fitted, incredibly hot, suit! How was he supposed to not look? Gerard shook his head and looked through the box a little more. More almost-professional photos, group shots of them from before they headed out to awards shows, because Shelly always liked to get one or two before they left, in the relative privacy of their hotel rooms or whatever. Plus it meant that they could get one or two with her in them as well. More candids of her with them - individually, or in groups. A few of just him, maybe a few of her helping him with his make-up. He still enjoyed that, actually. This box was an inevitable treasure trove of the band’s history, he thought as he looked through it for a little longer. And possibly the history of their relationship. He knew that she was sentimental but… This was special. She’d been collecting this stuff since even before they’d gotten together - this was more for the band, their relationship was just a bonus addition. She really had always been in it for the music, for them. He knelt on the floor, slowly looking through the box for a little bit longer, until his phone chirped in his pocket, startling him. He quickly (but still neatly) put the things back in the box and put it back before getting to his feet and pulling his phone out of his pocket. Apparently it wasn’t an important notification, which annoyed him, but, on the other hand, it meant he could stop looking through this box that he thought was supposed to be hidden, and he could go back to hunting for their decorations. Because he was still certain that they had some. Gerard found the decorations not too long later and felt incredibly pleased that he’d been right. Sure, it was only a small tree, nothing large and grand like he imagined they’d have when they got their house - you had to have a big tree for the kids, you know? Once he’d dug out the smaller tree, he found the rest of their minimal decorations and started putting them up, pausing to make a note in his phone to pick up more Christmas lights, because he knew Shelly liked them. She thought a room looked cosier when those were the only lights on, and having spent a Christmas with her family where this sort of thing happened, he agreed. Maybe he could see if he could get some that had warm, white lights instead of coloured bulbs. She’d look good under that kind of light. He left the box of tree decorations for her to help him with - he knew that was her favourite part. She’d never really told him, but he remembered seeing her help her family with the tree in the second sitting room, that they’d left undecorated just so she could help them when they knew she’d be returning home for Christmas that year. When she realised that they'd left that tree for her, her face had lit up brighter than the Christmas lights he'd helped them untangle. He knew that she’d want to help with these ornaments, even if the tree was their little one. And he definitely wanted her to be the one to put the tree topper on. Maybe one day he’d be lifting their kid up to do it, because she’d totally pass the duty on like that. Gerard hummed a little to himself as he finished up with the decorations before going to make himself a coffee, standing in the doorway with it to inspect his work. He hoped that he’d done a good enough job for her, that she’d approve and not want to move anything. She deserved the best after all, and he just wanted to give that to her. Once he decided that actually, he’d done a pretty decent job, he settled down and started to make a list of what he thought they were missing. He knew for certain that he wanted to get some warm white holiday/fairy lights for the bedroom - they’d be nice around the headboard and they could stay up all year. He had the feeling that she’d like that. He was relaxing when she got home, all stretched out on the couch, completely engrossed in whatever it was he was reading. Shelly stood in the doorway, watching him for a moment, a small smile on her face. She could kinda imagine a small child scampering up to snuggle up with him while he read. Maybe he could read to them like that - she used to love it when her family read to her as a child and it was especially lovely when she was able to curl up on her grandfather’s lap as he read to her. She definitely wanted that for her own kids. She was so distracted by him that it took her a little longer to realise that their Christmas decorations had been pulled out of the cupboard and put up. Everything except the ornaments for their small tree. That went straight to her heart, and she wondered if he remembered. “Hi,” she said softly after a minute. Gerard almost jumped a little, but quickly sat up and put his book aside. “Hey, love. Successful trip?” Shelly hummed and nodded. “I think so, yeah. I managed to get all my errands done at least, but I still haven’t managed to find you a gift yet.” He rolled his eyes and crossed the room to wrap his arms around her. “You still don’t need to get me anything.” “I know more of what I don’t want to get you than what I do,” she smiled as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against hers. “I’m still going to get you something.” “I don’t need anything,” Gerard kissed her forehead. “I have you, we have a home, we have our friends and family. We’re financially stable and I’m very happy. Are you?” “Of course I am,” Shelly replied without hesitation. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to buy you things. You know you’re not gonna win this.” “Hmm,” he squeezed her gently. “Yeah, that’s true. You are very stubborn.” “Hey, it helps me in my job, so it benefits you.” “It benefits all of us. You do such a good job at looking after us.” Shelly hummed again for a moment as she snuggled against his chest. “I see you’ve been busy while I’ve been out.” “Oh! Yes, I figured it might be a nice thing for you to come home to,” he leant his cheek on the top of her head and turned her so she could see the living room again. “I think we’re missing a few things - I either can’t find them or we just don’t have them.” “Probably don’t have them,” Shelly nodded against him. “How do you think I did?” Shelly unwound herself from him and wandered further into the room to have a look. “I figured I could pick up anything we didn’t have when I go out tomorrow,” he continued, watching her. “You did good babe,” Shelly stopped by their little tree. “But… What’s the deal with this?” Gerard hummed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I remember spending Christmas with your family. I remember how much you lit up when they showed you the undecorated tree in the back living room.” Shelly blinked rapidly, just looking at him. He swallowed and continued softly. “I know it’s not the biggest tree, but I know it’s kinda tradition for you and, even though you’re not at home right now, I didn’t want to take that away from you.” “I didn’t… I didn’t realise that you’d noticed that,” she said quietly, smiling at the memory. “How could I not? You shine when you’re with your family anyway, you’re completely in your element, but you were almost fluorescent when you realised what was going on.” She crossed the room very quickly, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. His hands found her waist pretty quickly and he kissed her back just as hard - why wouldn’t he? She was his woman and kissing her was his favourite thing. Okay. One of his favourite things. “Stop it,” she whispered. “Stop what?” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “Being so… So…” She waved a hand. “So perfect.” “Oh, Shelly, you know I’m not,” he let her go as she took a step back. “I’m nothing of the sort.” She gave him one of her looks and he grinned back at her. “You’re a flawed human being, just like the rest of us,” she said gently. “But that doesn’t stop you from being perfect for me, Gerard Way.” Gerard just stared at her until she kissed his cheek and made her way back into the hallway. “Stay there,” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t follow me.” He did as he was told, even going to sit back on the couch and back to his book for a moment, which meant that he didn’t see Shelly taking bags from the front door to… Wherever she hid things when she had surprises tucked up her sleeve. “Okay,” she said a few minutes later, returning to him. “That’s all sorted and put away.” “Oh!” He put his book down and looked at her. “I wanted to ask you something actually.” Shelly frowned and sat down. “I don’t like the sound of that…” “It’s nothing bad, I promise,” he kissed her cheek and moved to his feet. “I’ll be back in a second. You can stay there.” “I was gonna,” she said with a grin. “My feet hurt a little bit.” Gerard laughed softly, retrieved the box and made his way back to the living room. “Um,” he said quietly as he sat next to her, putting the box on the table. “I was looking for the decorations and I found this…” Shelly looked from the box in his hands to his face as soon as he returned to the room. When it clicked what he was holding, her eyes widened and she looked a little worried. “Um,” she echoed softly. “Did you… Go through it?” “Yeah,” Gerard admitted. “I only opened it because I thought it was Christmas stuff.” “What made you go through it?” Shelly asked, reaching for the box to put it on her knees. “Curiosity,” he said, watching her open the box and start to go through it herself. “Are you mad at me?” “That depends,” she said quietly, looking at some of the photos. “On what?” He shifted his body to face her a bit more. “Whether you think it’s creepy and weird at all.” Her voice was so quiet he almost didn’t hear her. “Shell…” Gerard gently grabbed her chin to make her look at him. “Why would I think that?” She went a little bit pink. “Because it is kinda weird?” Gerard hummed, leant forward and pressed a kiss to her lips, his hand cupping her cheek and giving it a gentle, affectionate squeeze before he moved it back to his lap. “I don’t think it is. I don’t think any of the stuff you have in that box is weird.” “Y- you don’t?” She blinked rapidly and glanced back down inside the box. “Nope. It’s not like you’re keeping used tissues or old socks or anything.” Shelly pulled a face and he laughed, edging closer to wrap an arm around her waist. “No,” he continued. “All this stuff makes sense to me. And, it helps that I know that you’re a very sentimental little creature.” She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Creature?” “Part lion, part regular cat, part teeny tiny woman,” Gerard grinned down at her. “Frank would say part fox, and I’m inclined to agree.” Shelly went pink but she smiled. “He’s a flirt and I’m surprised Jaima lets him get away with it.” “She only does it because it doesn’t upset you,” he kissed the top of her head and watched her go through the box some more. “She’s a good woman and deserves some kinda award for putting up with Frank.” Gerard laughed and leant his cheek against her hair, before reaching into the box and pulling out the little bag of confetti. “I did wanna ask though, what’s this from?” “The video for Welcome,” Shelly tried not to giggle as he let out a ‘ohhhh!’ before he put it back. “I originally didn’t pick up that much, but I think we were all shedding it for a few hours afterwards, so I gathered that too.” “Why the confetti though?” “Because the video was huge!” She looked at him. “I knew the album was going to be Really Something Else.” “Like you knew that we would be?” Gerard said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. She nodded once. “Like I knew you guys would be. And I haven’t been wrong yet, have I?” He smiled. “No ma’am.” Shelly giggled and leant up to kiss him once. “You really don’t think it’s weird?” Gerard shook his head as they went back to looking through the box again. “No. No, I really don’t.” “I’m just so proud,” Shelly whispered as she picked up a photo of the band receiving a ‘Best Album’ award for Three Cheers. “I’m so proud of you guys I could burst. And I wanna remember it all.” “I love that about you,” he picked up a different photo; the one of her watching him sing Desert Song in the studio. “I love that you’ve always cared.” Shelly went pink as she looked at the photo he was holding. “Yeah, well, of course I have. It’s always meant something to me. I mean, look at my tattoo.” Gerard picked up a couple of newspaper clippings - one smaller one from much earlier in their career, and one larger one that was more recent. “The bigger we get, the bigger these clippings get.” “I know,” she beamed. “I love it.” “I love you,” he kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle softly. “And I’d be just as proud even if we weren’t together,” she said. “Our relationship has nothing to do with any of that.” “I know. You were proud here,” he gestured to any of the photos of them receiving awards for Revenge. “And we weren’t together.” Shelly hummed in acknowledgement and smiled as she picked up one of her and Gerard sat close together at a table with his art stuff spread in front of him. She was clearly listening to him as he showed her something he’s been working on, and she was truly listening because he had her full attention. He had a smile on his face and he was obviously talking with his hands, so they must’ve been sitting there together for some time for him to get to that stage. “I think Mikey got that one,” Gerard said. “You’ve always listened like that.” “Especially to you when you’ve been willing to talk about your art,” Shelly almost snuggled against his side. “It’s a very special thing when a creative type wants to talk about their work with you.” “Now it’s your turn to stop it,” he muttered into her hair as she shuffled the box contents around for a moment. “Nope, shan’t,” she grinned up at him and smiled when he kissed her. “There’s one more thing?” “Mm?” She held up the priest collar, which upon further inspection now she’d turned it over, had a lipstick print on it - right where the white would’ve shown between the the two sides of his shirt collar. “You don’t think me keeping this is weird?” Gerard glanced at the lipstick mark and the memory of how it got there, or rather what happened afterwards, came back to him rather quickly. He must’ve blushed because Shelly giggled. “Absolutely not,” he grinned. “Hmn! I didn’t think so,” she put it back in the box and closed the lid. “Put that back for me? Unless you wanted to ask me about anything else in it?” He shook his head, picked up the box and went to put it away, returning to cuddle with her for a little bit afterwards. Not for long though, as soon Shelly was letting out a soft “oh!” before getting up and darting back into the hallway. Gerard watched the doorway with a raised eyebrow as she reappeared with something behind her back. She rocked on her feet slightly with a bright smile and giggled when she saw the look on his face. “What’ve you got there, sweetheart?” Shelly giggled again. “Well, it’s not exactly a Christmas gift. And it’s not technically just for you, but I bought them while I was thinking of you…” Gerard pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps towards her, stopping when she took a step back. “Oh? And what do you have there, pretty girl?” She smiled and moved the bag in front of her, standing holding onto it with both hands - like when she stood with her hands clasped in front of her. Gerard’s eyes followed her hands, then dropped to the logo on the bag. He recognised that logo - it belonged to one of her favourite lingerie stores. Personally, any lingerie store she chose to shop at was his favourite because she looked incredible in anything, but he recognised the logo from that one as he’d sometimes find her browsing their online store. Sometimes she’d even let him pick. “Well,” she lifted the bag up closer to her face, opening it and looking inside. “There’s a couple of things in here, so…” “Are you suggesting what I hope you’re suggesting?” He tried not to sound too optimistic - normally when she bought multiple pieces it meant that he got a fashion show. “Well that depends,” she closed the bag and looked at him. “On… What?” Shelly couldn’t prevent the grin from spreading across her face. “Did you bring home any of those feather boas?” ~#~ When the band reconverged to continue the tour, it didn’t take Gerard long to get everyone in the same room. Except Shelly - she was off doing whatever it was she did, working her magic powers, but that suited him just fine. “What’s the deal?” Mikey asked, settling in a spot next to Lux. “Yeah dude,” Frank settled in a chair. “Where’s the fire?” Gerard glanced around to make sure everyone was listening and that Shelly hadn’t snuck back. Once he was satisfied that it was safe, he exhaled slowly and started telling them about the box; the photos, the newspaper clippings, (he might’ve left out the fact that she kept one of his priest collars. They didn’t need to know that bit) - the confetti and the comment she’d made to him when she’d been explaining that - about how she knew that the album, the video was going to be Really Something - like she knew that they were going to be that too. The others got a bit choked up at that, actually. “Lux,” he said. “Did you know that she’s kept a pair of your broken drumsticks?” The other woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course. She asked for them, so I gave them to her. She said she was proud that I’d played that hard.” “Did you also know that she kept the friendship bracelet you made her?” Gerard tilted his head. “It’s actually tied neatly around the drumsticks to keep them together.” Lux softened considerably at that. “I… Didn’t know that, no.” “I’m not sure why you’re surprised,” Ray said kindly. “We all know that she’s super sentimental.” “She’s still got the keyring from her first Band Mom day,” Mikey added. “I bet she still has the bear too,” Frank grinned, looking at Gerard - he’d been the one to get the bear after all. Gerard coughed slightly. “Yeah, she does. But, she’s also still got the preserved rose petals from that first Band Mom’s day too. Picks from you guys,” he nodded to the three guys. “From every time you changed the designs. She had a knuckle duster bracelet in there too.” “Is it the same one she wore to death?” Frank asked, his eyebrows raising as Gerard shook his head. “A new one? She could sell that for a fortune.” “She won’t,” Gerard continued. “She said she keeps gathering all this stuff because she wants to remember all of it, the band’s entire journey. She’s so fuckin’ proud of us.” “Yeah,” Frank swallowed the little lump in his throat. “Yeah, you can tell when she talks about us to others - you can even tell if you’re reading something she’s written about us.” “You can feel the pride coming off of her in waves,” Ray added with a nod. “She cares, she’s always cared.” Gerard nodded at his brother’s statement before continuing. “At the bottom of that box were a flyer and magazine clipping regarding the gig we first met her at. And her ticket.” “Her tattoo not enough?” Frank said with a grin. “Apparently not, but I don’t even have it in me to mind,” Gerard shook his head. “Where are you going with this?” Lux asked gently. Gerard hesitated for a moment, chewing his bottom lip. “I… I guess I never really realised just how much… How much she is, you know?” They looked at him, slightly confused. “How much she values the memories, how much she cares and has always cared, how much she truly believes in us. Even before we got together - she’s always felt like that.” “She fights for us,” Ray said. “She fights for what you believe in, even when you forget and need a reminder,” Lux grinned, gesturing to herself as she remembered what she’d been told about the conversation around the table when they’d been looking to hire a drummer. “How it’s never been for the paycheque,” Gerard continued, nodding to Lux. “Like, I knew, but it’s never really sunk in like this before.” The others nodded at that. “About the money thing…” Frank said slowly. “She told me once that she doesn’t really need it. She never has. It’s nice, but she doesn’t need it. She’s never shown me proof or anything but I’ve never asked her for it. I just believe her.” “She’s just so genuine, she’s so honest.” Gerard listened to the hums of approval before he cleared his throat softly. “Guys, I almost asked her to marry me over Christmas.” There was a few seconds of silence while that sentence sunk in for everyone, but as soon as it did he was hit with a wall of noise. “Dude!” “What?!” “What do you mean ‘almost'?!” “Seriously?” The vocalist chuckled nervously and took a step back from the onslaught. “Um! Well, let me explain!” Lux folded her arms and stared at the older man. “This better be good Gerard!” Gerard felt incredibly nervous under the drummer’s stare - she was incredibly protective of Shelly and he was pretty certain that she wouldn’t be afraid of punching him if his answer wasn’t adequate. It was a fair feeling on the drummer’s part - everyone was pretty protective of Shelly, just like she was protective of them too. But he was way more scared of the girl from Arizona than he was of any of the other guys. “Okay,” he started, addressing Lux more than the others, even though he knew the others were listening and judging him just as much as she was. “This whole situation with this… Memory box? Just really dug in how much I love her, how much I love every single part of her.” Lux raised an eyebrow at him and he swallowed. This was worse than being introduced to Shelly’s family as her boyfriend for the first time. “I mean! Obviously, she’s gorgeous! Look at her!” “I do, quite frequently,” Frank said with a grin, quickly shrinking back and almost ducking behind Ray as Lux glared at him. “But it’s more than that; I love every part of her personality,” Gerard glanced at Lux. “C’mon Lux, you know that I do. Don’t look at me like that.” She nodded. “Continue.” He sighed and shook his head slightly. “Going through that box just reminded me of a lot of things that I’d temporarily forgotten about, and it just… Cemented exactly how much I love her and…” The others looked at each other before looking back at him. “And how much she’s it for me now,” he continued softly. “I don’t want anything else with anyone else. It’s all with her or nothing. I wanna help her continue filling that box with all of those memories.” Mikey smiled a little to himself at his brother, but his smile turned into a grin when he saw Lux almost melting out of the corner of his eye. She was trying not to squeal, he could tell. “That doesn’t explain how you almost asked her to marry you though,” Frank pointed out. Lux blinked rapidly, almost having forgotten about that. “Oh! Yeah!” Gerard cleared his throat. “So, it was after this memory box thing, maybe about a week? I don’t know. But we were sitting on the couch in the evening, music playin’, the Christmas lights on, I think she was reading? I don’t really know, but she just looked so peaceful and so beautiful, and I kept thinking about that box and everything she’s done for us, all the things she’s handled -” Frank was about to make some kind of dirty comment, but a glare from Lux made him close his mouth again. “And I nearly just blurted it out!” Gerard continued, covering his face and huffing for a moment. “Just, sat in our apartment on a random evening in December, while she was wearing sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt! She never would’ve forgiven me!” There was a collective snort. “Yeah, she would’ve,” Ray spoke first. “Because she’s so in love with you it’s disgusting,” Mikey continued. The others nodded in agreement. “That’s not the -” Gerard shook his head. “I only wanna do this once, you know? And, more to the point, Shelly deserves better than that. She deserves the best proposal I can manage - she deserves the whole show, you know? More than letting the question slip out with little preparation or thought. She deserves the world, and I wanna give it to her.” He huffed again softly as he looked around his band, looking over at Lux last. “Is that a good enough reason, Miss Lux?” “You’re damn right she deserves the world,” she rubbed the corner of her eye a little, brushing away a sneaky tear. “And yeah, she deserves a better proposal than that!” “Even though she wouldn’t mind, as long as it was heartfelt,” Frank added. “But still!” Lux continued. “Now you gotta do it properly!” “I know,” Gerard nodded. “Don’t screw it up!” “Believe me, I’m going to be doing everything in my power to get it right, but I -” A knock on the door cut him off and Frank gave permission for the person to enter. The door opened and Shelly returned to the room. “Shell, you don’t need to knock, let alone wait for permission,” Frank said with a frown. “You know that.” “I always knock and wait for permission,” she shrugged, crossing the room to be closer to them, to Gerard specifically. The singer automatically wrapped an arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer to him before he replied; “but it’s just us.” She snorted. “Even more reason to knock and wait. You could be up to mischief.” “I’m hurt and insulted,” Frank grinned at her. “Everything okay? All your spells cast and traps set?” “Traps?” Shelly looked at him innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think he’s referring to the fact that you always seem to get your way for us,” Mikey added. Shelly hummed. “Mm, no traps. I’m just very good at what I do.” Gerard tried not to blush too much, because his mind definitely didn’t keep that clean. Unfortunately, Frank noticed and grinned. “Gerard seems to agree with that statement.” Ray rolled his eyes, Mikey groaned and Lux threw a tied up Oreo wrapper at him. “Stop it,” she said. “Don’t be rude.” While this was happening, Shelly glanced up at Gerard who just smiled at her. She giggled, leant up a tiny bit and kissed his cheek before turning her attention back to the others. “Kittens,” Shelly said gently and affectionately, a mild warning tone creeping into her voice. Gerard glanced at Shelly when he heard the start of that ‘mom tone’ - it didn’t get used on him, oh no. She had a completely different tone of voice for him if or when he misbehaved… But hearing the ‘mom tone’ didn’t help him with trying to forget that he’d been thinking about them having kids a lot as of late. Lux stuck her tongue out at Frank, who did exactly the same back. “Children,” the tone in her voice was a bit more obvious now. “Behave yourselves.” “Frank started it, Shell,” Mikey said. Shelly hummed. “Don’t care, finish it yourselves or I’ll finish it for you.” “Yes mom,” Frank pouted, getting an eye roll (but also a smile) from Shelly. “Sorry Shell,” Lux said genuinely. “‘S alright,” she said, handing out some paperwork. “Just behave for a little bit, so I can get these details, then I can run off and you can go back to teasing each other. Or whatever mischief you were up to before I walked in.” “Why do you always assume that we’re up to something?” Frank asked, taking the sheets. “Because you normally are and I feel like this time is no different.” Gerard shuffled in his spot, still next to her while trying not to look at anything other than the papers in his hand. The others, meanwhile, shared looks. “Oh Shelly,” Frank said with a grin. “You have no idea.”

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