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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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I forgave him,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.

Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, fluff, guns, death

Word Count: 4.1k

a/n: Requests are open.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Branches, twisted and turned, tried to reach for the grey heavens and the birds were chanting a delicate serenade. The sun escaped the oblong clouds, travelling across meadows and fields in the hues of spring. The day was waning slowly and colours faded, peaceful and tranquil and the early twinkling stars were scarcely visible.

Silence reigned in the mansion, and raucous laughter broke the pleasant calmness. Softly, the gramophone played in the background, but Y/N paid no attention to the loving words the singer sang in the name of love. Lovingly, she stroked the curve of her stomach. The gentle smile gracing her lips grew as her heart melted like gold in the heat of flames, catching sight of Charlie walking slowly towards her with a cup in his hands. He was biting his tongue, trying to hold the cup cautiously, fearing he would spill the liquid.

"Here's your tea, mom. I didn't need help. I did it all by myself." Charlie pronounced proudly.

Grinning, the young boy set the dotted cup down on the corner of the dark wooden table next to the open book with a bronzed binding.

"Thank you, Charlie, but you don’t have to take care of me. It is no longer necessary. I can stand and I don't have to lie all day on the sofa or in bed. You don’t have to worry about me anymore, we are healthy and fine.", "But I have to look after you. I promised it, didn't I?" Charlie interjected.

Shock lingered in his voice as his hand rested on his mother’s stomach.

“I know you promised it, Charlie, but you should play with your toys and not be my nurse,” Y/N murmured.

Charlie did not respond, focusing, hopeful his sister would touch his hand with her foot in a moment. He breathed silent promises of playing together when she would be old enough, but Y/N couldn’t understand a word. Again, biting his tongue, he caressed her abdomen. Sorrowfully, he noticed his sister was asleep again. Y/N stroked his hair and glanced up. Footsteps echoed through the house and Y/N greeted Ada carrying a tray with various plates of fruit and cookies towards the table next to the sofa. Smiling, Ada glanced at the two, at mother and son, and realised she had never seen so much love in a child's eyes. She settled the tray down, but Charlie paid no attention to the sweets and fruits.

"How are you Y/N?", "Charlie, I thank you for the tea but you can take the rest of the day off, go to your room or go to John's or Arthur's, they will surely be pleased if you visit them upstairs," Y/N said.

Confused, the boy looked up, but then after a minute of thinking, he nodded and with quick steps left the women and ran up the stairs in great haste.

"He's a good boy," Ada said looking after the boy.

No longer focusing on Charlie the young woman settled down on the sofa next to Y/N and rested her hand on her leg not covered by the blanket.

"Yes, he is. Men should learn from him.” Y/N answered.

Greyed memories returned and Ada leaned back and took a bite from the apple. A grey shadow crept across her face and a bitter taste spread in her mouth, nevertheless she did not spit the fruit out, aware of the fact the apple was not bitter.

“I will never forget how he spoke to Thomas, we heard it all and I was shocked.” Ada continued.

Y/N nodded with a grave expression but pain didn’t paint her features kissed by the gleam of light.

“Charlie has forgiven his father and he is already looking forward to his sibling. He talks about her all the time and he's even thought about names. I think I've heard every name imaginable from Anna to Sophia but he wants his sister to be called Charlotte because Charles and Charlotte sound very similar." Y/N laughed.

Shadows shaped into terrifying faces faded away, banished by the hushed laughter.

"And what do you think? Are you sure it's a girl?" Ada asked.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, unsure yet sure it couldn’t be a body, felt it in every fibre of her body, remembered clearly the symptoms she had during her first pregnancy. The smell of cigarettes used to upset her stomach, disliked the taste of eggs and the flavour of tea, but this time she didn't mind any of those things. And Y/N vaguely recalled how Thomas had ceased to smoke in her presence.

"I think you can never be sure, Charlie wishes a sister, but I don’t care if it’s a body or a girl, I´ll love the child anyway,” Y/N reported continuing to caress her stomach.

"Everything is fine between you two?", "I trust Thomas. He is my husband. The letters continue but he doesn’t open them, burns every one of them. And when he meets new partners, he takes John or Arthur with him." Y/N reported.

Ada nodded understandingly, gladdened no anger nor hatred was dwelling in the heart of her dear friend. Ada gazed at the ground, blaming herself for what had happened and then she tried to disguise her emotions but Y/N noticed. She placed her hand on Ada's and instantly the eyes met.

"You don't have to worry Ada, really, everything is alright. The child and I are fine. Arthur called the doctor because I fainted, the child is healthy. Charlie, he's like a nurse. You should have seen him this morning." Y/N joked.

Laughing, Y/N placed her hand on her chest, feeling tears trying to blur her vision as she remembered the early hours of the morning when she opened her eyes and saw Charlie sitting on the edge of the bed with a pancake on a plate, waiting for the moment when his mother would finally wake up from deep slumber. At first glance, Y/N thought he was wearing a white T-shirt, but then quickly realised the boy was covered in flour and batter. Ada chirped in, had heard everything.

"Arthur told me the kitchen mirrored a battlefield, worse than a crime scene. It took him almost two hours to clean it up.”, "But the pancakes were very delicious and Tommy preferred to avoid the kitchen and left rather hurriedly, allegedly needed to solve a problem in town." Y/N added grinning.

"Where is Thomas anyway?", "Upstairs in his office. He works from home now and leaves rarely the house except today." Y/N said in reply.

With her outstretched hand, Y/N pointed up the stairs and Ada nodded.

"Thomas refuses to leave the house, cooked for me and calls the doctor if I show any signs of discomfort. Charlie and his father won't let me out of the sight and he doesn't want to sleep in his bedroom anymore.” Y/N said.

“Thomas or Charlie?” Ada laughed with a raised brow.

She knew the answer yet she asked.

"Be glad, I don't know any man who would behave like this.”, "I know and you can't imagine how grateful I am but I can assure you that some days it can be very exhausting. Yesterday I wanted to eat a piece of the chocolate cake and you can't imagine how long it took to convince Thomas to let me eat it. Also, we have small arguments about if I can walk, he wants to carry me around the house even if I'm perfectly capable of walking and don't have to lie in bed all day," Y/N said.

Ada laughed, imagined her brother carrying his wife around the house and forbidding her to consume her favourite cake.

“I love him dearly and I am grateful for his endless support yet sometimes it is very exhausting.” Y/N clarified.

"Speak of the devil," Ada said low.

The stairs creaked, announcing his arrival. Eyes fixed on the stairs, and witnessed Thomas dressed in a black suit. The dark tie was loose around his neck and the pair of round glasses rested on his nose. Ada saw the pride in his eyes gliding around the room and witnessed the relief spreading across his face as he saw his wife resting on the sofa under a fluffy blanket, as promised. The buttons of his suit jacket were undone and the weapon he usually tried to hide from the prying eyes of enemies reflected the light of the lamps. A smile adorned his face. It was honest.

"You have finished your work?" Y/N asked, and Thomas nodded.

A mischievous grin spread on his lips and immediately Y/N knew what Thomas wanted to say, reading his eyes like an open book.

"I can go again if you like. I'm sorry I want to spend more time with my wife." Thomas said what Y/N was thinking.

"But maybe your wife doesn't want to keep you from your work, because she knows how much her husband loves his work," Y/N said.

Confused, Ada looked up, heard the laughter and thought for a moment someone else was laughing, but as her eyes travelled around the room, she saw it was Thomas who was laughing in delight.

Swiftly, Thomas descended the stairs, went to his wife resting on the sofa, greeted his sister but paid her no further attention but then he stopped, fixed his gaze over his shoulder and saw Charlie walking down the stairs with quick steps and every time Thomas caught sight of his son his heart ached. The deep wounds were not healed, aching terribly if memories returned, still remembering the words Charlie had spoken in a terrible rage, unspeakable hatred, trying to banish his father, but the clouds heralding a storm were gone. Charlie no longer despised his father, could not, but he was cautious, fearful for his mother and unborn sister. With quickening steps, Charlie ran past his father and went towards the table and grabbed one of the many biscuits Ada had brought and nibbled on it with a joyful smile. His eyes rested on the half-full dotted cup, and sat down as he realised, he didn't need to make tea for his mother.

"Can you read me a story today?" Charlie asked.

His heart ached, and Tomas hoped Charlie was addressing him. The man faced his son. He feared Charlie was talking to someone else, but he realised he was speaking to him.

"Of course, Charlie. I would love to. I've finished my work for today and tomorrow I have a day off. If you like, we can play the board game you got for your birthday." said Thomas and the wounds healed.

Charlie beamed and nodded hastily, wanting to lie down in his bed and quickly fall asleep and quickly get up again when the sun kissed the end of the world.

"It is late. I'll be on my way, have a good evening." "Don't you want to stay? It's getting late and the roads are dangerous by night." huffed Y/N, but Ada shook her head with a grin on her lips.

"Shelby-blood runs through my veins. The night fears us and you should know. You live among us." joked Ada as she arose.

"You're right about that and my lovely child lets me know every day when I want to sleep. When I close my eyes, she plays soccer.", "Is she troublesome again? Do you want me to talk to her? I already told her yesterday to stop," Charlie huffed.

His eyes widened, was shocked, couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was sure after yesterday's conversation his sister wouldn't dare to draw attention to herself with her hands and feet. Charlie jumped to his feet and stormed in great haste towards his aunt, past her, and looked down at his mother, trying to suppress a laugh like the other adults.

"Do you want me to talk to her? She is my sister and will surely listen to me or should dad speak to her? She will listen to him. Everybody listens when dad talks," Charlie pointed at his father.

"Charlie, you don't have to worry and you don't have to be angry with your sister, she probably can't hear you at all and if she does, she is far too small to understand you, you don't have to be upset," Y/N interjected in a loving tone, trying to sound as serious as possible.

Charlie nodded and pointed with his gaze he would like to sit down and Y/N placed her right hand on the free spot at her side, and thanking, Charlie settled down at his mother's side. Ada grinned, glad she was still there and looking forward to telling the others about the conversation between Charlie and his unborn sibling.

"I wish you a good night. I'll be on my way,", "I'll walk you out, Ada." Thomas interjected.

Ada nodded, knowing she wouldn't shake him off.

“Stay Y/N, I know how you feel and believe me soon you won't be able to get up.", "It won't be that bad and when I was expecting Charlie, I was still running around the garden tending the plants the day he was born." quipped Y/N.

Ada rose from the couch and headed to Y/N.

"But the offer still stands. You can stay here, you can have a glass of wine and we can chat.", "I'm expected, but thank you Y/N. Have a good evening and tomorrow I will come around by noon, I have a surprise for you." Ada whispered and hugged Y/N.

She blew a fleeting kiss on Y/N´s cheek, said goodbye to Charlie as she was ruffling his hair, and then turned to her brother. For a brief moment, Y/N looked after the siblings, but then she leaned back and rested her hand on Charlie's.

"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to sleep alone and I'm sure my sister would love to hear a story. I know her." breathed Charlie.

Y/N's hand gently stroked his hair, and brushed it to one side as she gazed into the distance, pretending to think intensely about it but Charlie knew the answer, knew his mother, knew she would always allow him to sleep at her side in the bed.

"Of course, but I hope you know that the day when your sister is born you will have to sleep in your room again, the bed will be too small for all of us," Y/N answered.

"That's no problem. I will take my mattress and sleep on the floor on your side. I will help you and not go to school. I don't have a problem with that." Charlie interjected optimistically, eliciting a laugh from his mother.

Cold filled the house, but swiftly the coldness faded away. Thomas smiled, turned his attention to the most important people in his life, and he was longing for the moment when he would find himself at their side again and forget the darkness.

"I have to go upstairs, I'll be with you in a minute and if you want, I can read you a story after Charlie.”, "Okay, but my sister would like to hear a story too. We're all going to sleep in the same bed tonight," informed Charlie with a grin.

Thomas did nothing, did not complain.

"Of course, give me ten minutes,” spoke Thomas and Charlie nodded happily, feared his father's reaction.

The tall man disappeared, took two steps at a time and walked up the stairs and entered his office.

"Can we play in the garden tomorrow? Would you like something to eat? There are still some pancakes in the kitchen. Did you like them? Can I make you eggs?" Charlie asked delightedly.

Her eyes widened and immediately Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder, forbidding him to depart, to leave, to create a field of destruction in the kitchen and hid Charlie under the fluffy blanket in the hues of the forest.

"Thank you, Charlie, you are too kind and I can't tell you how grateful I am for the way you help me, but everything is fine. I am not hungry, and the pancakes you made were delicious but I am not hungry.” Y/N answered calmly.

Charlie tried to reply, but not a word escaped his lips. His head shot up, looked in the distance, and jumped.

"I'll open the door, it's probably Ada. She forgot something. Stay here, I'll take care of it, mom. I am a big boy now." Charlie assured his mother.

Before Y/N could reply, Charlie was on his feet and smiling Y/N greeted her husband descending the stairs.

Gazes collided, crashing waves, and Y/N lost herself in his loving gaze.

The wounds had healed and there was no more hatred, no anger, nor disgust. Y/N longed to be near her husband and one glance was enough for Thomas to know his wife wished to find herself in his embrace. The wounds were tended and healed with ointments, love, and adoration. Thomas had taken off the suit jacket and the button-down was gone and the shirt allowed to witness his tattoos visible through the gauzy material covered by dark brown suspenders. His hair was unkempt, letting her know he had run his fingers through his dark hair several times, but no traces of tiredness adorned his striking features.

"Have you finished your work? Is everything all right?" Y/N enquired.

"Yes, Ada reminded me of something, you don't have to worry," exclaimed Thomas.

Abruptly Thomas stopped, came to a halt. His lips formed into words, but Y/N didn’t understand a single syllable. His eyes became lifeless, pale as the moon, and bloodcurdling fear spread through every fibre of her body. Hectically, Y/N searched for the cause of the terror but she failed and feared for his wellbeing, but no blood oozed and no wounds tore open. Protectively Y/N placed her hands on her stomach, a reflex she could not control. Fear blinded her mind. Pain spread in her heart. A question Thomas could not hear crossed her lips, but his gaze was fixed on the opening door. Y/N had seen anger and hate, anguish and terror in his gaze, but for the first time, Y/N saw the purest form of fear and hate in his eyes.

"Go, stay, hide," Thomas said harshly, forbidding his wife to take a step.

Tears veiled her eyes and did exactly what he commanded in the tone of a king. Steps echoed. Heels clicked.

"Grace let go of my son, he has nothing to do with this." his voice was darker than the night, dangerous as the deepest depths of the ocean.

Y/N rose, grew taller. Fear faded faster than the sun on a stormy day. Hatred flooded her body. The taste of copper spread through her mouth, but no sound of pain escaped her lips. Y/N balled her hands into fists and searched for a gun. A burst of witch-like laughter swept through the mansion, but Y/N did not flinch.

Silver glittered cold and lifeless. The woman in the long coat escaped the shadow, evil-eyed and wicked-faced.

There was no faintness in her glance. Like a wave, Y/N rushed, protecting her stomach, thinking for a brief moment about the commands of her husband, but Y/N could not hide. Her heart broke into a gazillion pieces. Tears veiled his gaze. Words overcame Charlie, stammered in fear, and even though they were spoken as softly as the whisper of the wind, Y/N heard all of them.

The polished gun was at his head. Long nail clawed deep into his T-shirt, tearing his skin, but Charlie stayed brave, but when he saw the expression in his father's eyes, he felt fear. Charlie cursed, talked in the tongue of sailors and tried to free himself, but he wasn’t strong enough and stumbled forward. A terrible grin spread across her face, touched by the amber light of the lamps, knowing exactly the woman who had taken her place, stole her life must be in her home, her mansion.

"Grace, we have nothing more to say to each other. I have told you all." Thomas spoke as emotionless as possible.

The mask of confidence shrouded his features, but his eyes betrayed him. A storm raged them but no thunder sounded, roaring like a lion across the land.

"I don't think you understand. You are the one who should keep his mouth shut. I have come to take what is mine, what has always been mine." her voice dripped with hatred.

Grace entered the house and Thomas wanted to chase Y/N away, saw out of the corner of his eye how she came nearer but the harsh words did not cross his lips, knew he couldn’t chase her away.

"And for that, you have to hold a gun to my son's head?" pronounced Y/N, not fearing the mad woman.

"If it isn't the woman who took my life away. This is my house, my dress, my family and my children." Grace sneered.

Dark, poisonous venom dripped from her lips. She was shaking violently, but Y/N stayed strong. Piercing eyes fell on her stomach nothing could cover, not even a shirt worn by a man.

“This is all mine.”, “Then take it, take all of it, but give me my son. I don’t need the money nor the house. It is something you can replace, nothing of importance. I will leave and you can take my place, but give me my son back.” Y/N spoke in a voice unlike her.

The world was silent, dark and remote. The ticking of the clock stopped. A gunshot echoed again. Arms wrapped around Y/N, pressing her tightly against a solid body, shielding his wife, and a boy's voice broke the silence. The ground was soft. A scream left her sore throat. Her eyes widened in horror, unable to shield her stomach, to protect the unborn child. Y/N tried to break free from her husband's grip. Her eyes snapped open, looked up and caught sight of her husband's eyes flooded with fear. A prayer escaped her lips. Tears failed to take his vision. His lips formed words, but Y/N heard nothing. An awful ringing echoed. His hands slid over her body, feeling the unevenness on her skin, searching for blood, for deep wounds, but he found nothing.

Tumult broke free. Arthur and John with raised guns stormed down the hall, expecting the worst, but then they saw Ada and then the smoke rising from the gun and then Grace lying lifeless on the floor. A pile of gloom spread under her body. Guns no longer reflected the golden light, saw Charlie in the arms of Ada, forcing him not to look at what had happened, but the image had already burned into his mind like fire. He clawed his fingers into the rough material and shielded his eyes, hoping it was a nightmare. His feet didn't move, he kept his eyes shut, wanted to find himself in his father's embrace, but couldn't walk and hugged his aunt.

Thomas cupped her cheeks, forcing her delicately to look up. Glances met and life returned. Y/N did not fight back, was lost in the deep ocean and discovered hidden treasures. He smiled weakly. Thomas did not know how much time had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. Soothing words escaped Thomas, telling his wife everything was alright and he breathed words of adoration as the tears ceased to stream and the raging river dried. Thomas pressed his wife close to his body. The ring of pure gold on his finger glowed with light, similar to the one Y/N was wearing. Thomas breathed a tender kiss on her lips, kissing the dried salty stream up and down and stopped at her lips, sealing the promise he had whispered. Carefully Y/N placed her palm on her husband's chest, right above his heart, the one thing Grace could never possess, claim as hers, even if she were to take her place.

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eldritchwhispersofficial · 3 months

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TRIBETWELVE HEADCANONS/ ALTERNATE UNIVERSE INCOMING (TW: Nazis, mental illness, A literal eldritch demon, and lots of murder and blood+gore)(It's TribeTwelve, what did you expect)

BOOM GUESS WHO JUST READ SEBASTIAN'S JOURNAL http://slendermanarkive.wikidot.com/journal-of-sebastian-kraus I DID THATS WHO HERE COME THE FUCKING HEADCANONS FOR MY AU (Lilacverse) THAT I PROMISE I WILL WRITE MORE ON AS SOON AS MY MENTAL HEALTH DOES A REPAIR Sebastian Kraus

Depression! Also, ANXIETY! Also, PTSD!!!

Needs therapy + a hug

Not ACTUALLY a bad person, despite being a N*zi.

Was more or less forced into joining the N*zi Party due to a number of factors: societal pressure, peer pressure... oh, and the need to hide the fact that his beloved Anna is Jewish.

Anna is Jewish in this AU. Sebastian joined the N*zi Party solely to protect her- after all, who would suspect the wife of a N*zi officer to be a Jew? The perfect cover up. Sebastian did not agree with the massacre of the Jews, of course, especially since his wife is one, but it was either join the N*zis or flee the country. And they couldn't flee the country because...

Anna was pregnant. Yep. And the stress of having to flee her homeland would have been VERY, VERY bad for her. Not to mention that she had several relatives who she simply COULDN'T leave behind. Between the pressure to join from all of Sebastian's friends and the pressure of the Third Reich being in total control of Germany, it was only a matter of time before either Anna had a nervous breakdown or the N*zis discovered she was a Jew.

Just in case someone happened to read his journal, Sebastian wrote down all that stuff about enjoying being a N*zi. That way, no one would suspect him of secretly despising the party and what they stood for.

The fact that Anna died anyway (her neck was ripped open by the Administrator) shook Sebastian entirely to his core. He was already regretting not fleeing the country with her when he had the chance, and this just made everything he had done seem useless.

Sebastian succumbed to the Administrator, becoming the proxy known as Swain.

Swain is known as the Lover, because he loved Anna more than anything. Lars Mueller (Henka Visae)

He is the Nationalist, because he loves Germany. Not the N*zi Party, Germany.

Lars grew up hearing about how Germany was in the old days, before all of the atrocious leaders they had. He wanted to change the country. To fix it.

He joined the Nazi Party, not because he agreed with their ideals, but because he disagreed with their ideals. He became a spy for the Allied forces, using the code name Henka Visae and reporting information back to the Allies.

He accidentally developed a friendship with Sebastian.

He was inHABITed for part of the war, while HABIT was trying to stop the N*zis from summoning Gorr'Rylaehotep and basically ending life as we know it. Lars was simply the most convenient host.

This led to Lars having a breakdown and believing he was Henka Visae. Which led to him getting shot by Sebastian and proxified by the Administrator.

Ended up joining Novus Ordo Europa to spy on their doings. Karl Maxwell

Jewish.

Frequently punches N*zis.

Sat in a tree with a sniper rifle and witnessed Sebastian's camp being destroyed by the Administrator with an expression of "What the actual fuck" on his face.

Initially hated Sebastian and Lars but then felt really bad for them after finding out neither of them actually wanted to be in the Third Reich and hated the N*zi party.

The reason Sonya and Tommy drowned was because Karl went for Sebastian's journal in order to keep it out of the hands of the Collective. Lars tried to rescue Sonya and Tommy, but failed. Karl was upset with him for a long time, but eventually forgave him after realizing he couldn't possibly hold Lars more accountable than he held himself.

Karl was the very first person to know that Milo was a trans woman. Even before she told Kevin or Noah. He supported her immediately.

He isolated Mary for two reasons: to keep the journal out of her hands, and because he believed keeping his identity as Persolus a secret from her would make the Administrator less likely to hurt her. He resents her for the horrible person she became, but also resents himself for never being there for her. He did better with Sharon, at least.

Has killed multiple members of Novus Ordo Europa (The Order). Resents Mary for joining them, and is disgusted with her for dragging Milo into this whole mess.

For a long period of time, no one knew where Sebastian's journal had gone. Karl hid it in a location that was nearly impossible to find, and used Severance to literally sever his memories of it. This is what eventually led to his senility. By sheer accident, Patrick Andersen found it. HABIT warned him not to read it and convinced him to send it to him. HABIT read the journal himself, realized "hmm, Noah's probably going to need this someday." and mailed it back to Karl so it would eventually end up in the right hands.

Karl gave the journal to Milo because he knew she was destined to be Scars, and would kill Cursor. He wanted her to set things right.

#slenderverse #tribetwelve #karl maxwell #sebastian kraus #lars mueller #sebastian my beloved #sebastian deserved better #lars deserved better #karl deserved better #swain tribetwelve #deadhead tribetwelve #persolus tribetwelve

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forsworned · 3 years

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i’m always going to send u reqs because i love you. anyways. kyojuro and his wife going to a dinner together, surprising the hashira that the man can ACTUALLY pull a hot one, and as compensation:

he look kiyoot here my husband ☺️

newly weds

warnings » alcohol, mentionings of getting drunk

word count » 1.1k

categories » f/m, f/f, multi, m/m

relationships » kyoujurou renguko x f!reader

characters » all of the hashira, tengen's wives, kagaya ubuyakashi

author’s note » for u <3

It was rare when the Hashira all had dinner together but when they did it was usually at festivals or whenever Oyakata-sama had wanted. And the Hashira never denied a request from him. Hashira were welcome to bring companions, wives, husbands, and/or family to these gatherings so usually Tengen would bring his wives and Shinobu would bring her girls to enjoy the food that had been prepared for them. This time though, Kyoujurou, wanted to bring his wife, [name], who he had secretly married some weeks ago. They were enjoying their time as newly weds, but Kyoujurou had decided it was time to drop the bomb on them. He didn't want to do it out of shock factor per say, but he wanted everyone to know he was taken by a beautiful woman and to show her off as much as he could.

They walked hand in hand to the Butterfly Mansion where the dinner was being held. [Name] had felt like her heart was in her stomach and Kyoujurou had sensed this.

"It'll be okay, my darling. They will love you. I swear it." He murmured before kissing her on the cheek. She shyly smiled at him as she felt him squeeze her hand. She only nodded as they proceed down the path.

"Caw! Caw! Kyoujurou and his wife have entered the garden! Caw! Caw! Kyoujurou and his wife have entered the garden!" A crow that seemed to squaw out of nowhere at all the gathered Hashira.

Everyone seemed to be in disarray at the mentioning of Kyoujurou having a wife and even more so that he hadn't told anyone as they spit out their drinks.

"Wife?!" Tengen exclaimed getting up from his seat as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

"Since when?!" Sanemi joined in on the hysteria.

"Ooo!! I wanna meet her!!" Mitsuri cheered getting giddy at the mentioning.

Giyuu could only sit there in bewilderment not even knowing how to react. Shinobu scoffed and then laughed. "That Rengoku. He is always pulling a fast one on us."

"How much do you wanna bet that she's pregnant?" Obanai inquired.

"I say 2000 yen." Oyakata-sama puts down the currency on the table.

Everyone grew silent at his sudden mischief. A small innocent smile on his face as he sat there with his hands on lap. Tengen cracked a huge grin.

"Ohohoho, I say 3000 yen." Tengen put down his money on top of Oyakata-sama's.

"Tengen!" His wives scold him to which Tengen only laughed.

"Hmm, I say 3000 she's not pregnant." Shinobu added to the pile. Muichiro ears perk up at Shinobu inserting herself.

He raised his hand. "I second that."

"Oh, yeah?" Tengen smirked at her questioningly. "Than I'll double it. 6000 yen."

"Oh, you are so on."

"Hey, I never agreed to that..." Muichiro voice seemed to lose momentum as Kyoujurou and [name] entered the room.

Gasps were heard from everyone. [Name] had looked so beautiful and ethereal that the Hashira had no idea how to react. They grew quiet as they watch as she gracefully entered the room and bowed at them.

"Hello, it is an honor to meet you all."

"Thank you for gracing us with your presence, [Name], Kyoujurou. Please sit and make yourselves comfortable.

Now, the Hashira were looking at Oyakata-sama with wide eyes.

"You knew?!" Tengen looked betrayed at he glared at the man in question. Oyakata-sama simply laughed at him.

"Yes, I'm sorry--" He chuckled covering his mouth with his hand. "I wish I could see the looks on your faces."

"Ah, Oyakata-sama..." Shinobu relaxed into a laugh and everyone followed suit.

"So, you're not pregnant?" Obanai interjected. Everyone scolded him as he sat their unbothered waiting on Kyoujurou and [name] to answer. [Name] became visibly uncomfortable, but Kyoujurou only laughed heartily out of embarrassment. His cheeks tinged a healthy pink as he wrapped his arms around her.

"No, not yet! We would plan that, of course! Sorry, for not telling you all until now. We wanted to tell you at the perfect time." Kyoujurou said cheerfully as he put a hand on [name's] lap.

Tengen's face relaxed as gently shook Kyoujurou's shoulder and pulled him into a hug. "Well, I'm very happy for you. You picked a real looker."

"I agree! You're very stunning [name]!" Mitsuri agreed smiling at [name]. She was secretly a little upset that Kyoujurou had kept it a secret from her, but her happiness for him overshadowed that. She just wanted to be happy for her friend.

"Yes, [name], you are very beautiful. Your kimono suits you very much. Red is definitely your color." Shinobu touched the small on her back and Tengen's wives audibly agree with her making [name] blush at their compliments.

"T-thank you. You all are too kind." [Name] waved them off as if trying to brush off her agitation. She wasn't so used to others giving her so much attention.

"That's one the reasons I married her." Kyoujurou mused, looking at her lovingly. She flustered under his gaze and giggled nervously.

"Congratulations, Renguko." Giyuu gave him a small smile.

"Are you smiling?!" Shinobu nearly shrieked at him and the Pillars were now oogling Giyuu's softened expression which automatically contorted into humiliation. Mitsuri cannot help but burst out into laughter and it made the silent room fill with mirth.

"Yes, congratulations, Rengoku." Sanemi got up and sat beside him as he bowed his head slightly in respect to him.

"Thank you, Sanemi! That means a great deal from you!" He laughed smacking his back rather hard causing Sanemi to jump at the sheer unintentional force Kyoujurou had just applied.

Tengen laughed as he smacked Kyoujurou on the back just as hard making him jolt.[Name] jumped at his actions and stared at the pair. "You're just full of surprises aren't you, Renguko!"

Kyoujurou shook off the shock and began to laugh with Tengen. "I guess I am!"

"Freaks..." Sanemi muttered under his breath.

"You're not wrong about that." Obanai agreed as he petted Kabamaru.

"We're all happy for you. Let's make a toast to the newly weds." Oyakata-sama raised his soju glass. Every one raised their glasses along with him. "Gokekkon omedetou gozaimasu!"* (congratulations for having just married*)

"Gokekkon omedetou gozaimasu!" The lot cheered in unison and then downed their glasses.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink too much, dear." [Name] puts a loving hand on top of his.

"Don't worry, my love. I can handle my liquor." He smiled and [Name] quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Oh? Well, then I'll take your word for that." She sipped at her water and then playfully narrowed her eyes at him. "For now."

Kyoujurou did not in fact handle his liquor. And Tengen and Giyuu spent thirty minutes just trying to handle the messy drunk as [Name] sighed and smiled at him as he kept squirming out of their grip.

Tengen face palmed as Kyoujurou laid limp in his arms.

"This is why we can't have nice things."

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fandom-imagination-ss · 3 years

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Imagine: Clark asking the boys if you can join the family

Reaching over Kissing Clark on the Cheek you were wearing your best attire too convince your boss that you deserved a Raise as you looked at Jordan , and Jonathan who were having breakfast. It’s been a roller coaster since they boys moved too Smallville . You were thrilled too have your best friend back at home and having him move into his mom old farm house. Sad by the fact it was due too Clarks marriage ending. And then also his mom dying only a year later. But Lois wanted too do more daring journaling in war zones Vs covering Superman. Secretly you understood. Clark did Too but he didn’t like the idea of his wife Being off in the war zone while he was off saving the world while their sons were stuck at home Alone. The reasoning for this marriage ending didn’t involve you. You were Friends with Lois and you grew up with Clark you knew about his secret identify for years. and you spent majority of your high school years trying to oo convince him too let you hit him. (He never allowed you too. Mainly because he didn’t want too hurt you.) But then. It happened. One Night out of the blue after fighting your feelings then two years later you were happily stupidly in love. Kissing Clark on the head saying bye and begging for the twins too think positive thoughts as you Dashed out.

The twins started too leave until Clark spoke, “I want too ask you boys s something.”

They both sat down in unison staring at their dad as Clark rubbed his neck. He felt uneasy bringing the topic up. It was only a year ago that he asked them if you could move in. Promising that Nothing would happen until they were. Comfortable with the idea. But he knew that the boys loved you. And you loved them. You physically put yourself in harms way too save them while he was. Busy saving the world. Clark also knew that Jordan and Jonathan always found it entertaining seeing their dad flustered and stumbling around whenever you were around. The. Man of Steel. Tripping on his own shoes whenever you were around. They found it hilarious.

Clark looked at his sons as he took a deep breath. “I want too talk about Y/N.”

Jonathan looked at his brother for a second before returning too his dad, “is something wrong with her? Is she sick?”

“pregnant?” Jordan popped in as Jonathan guessed, “Sick and pregnant?”

Clark rubbed his face as he shook his head, ‘No. NO! No she’s Fine I was thinking.. about the future.. with- how that would look with the five of us.”

Even those he was separated from Lois he always made sure too include her in family talk. He even talked too her yesterday about the idea of marriage. She was thankful too have a former husband who tried too make her feel including in the family even if she was in Iran. Or in Russia. Talking too Lois was easy. It was over the phone and Clark knew Lois adored you as much as the boys and he did. You were always open and honest with wanting a peaceful blended relationship with Lois and the boys. So there wasn’t any awkwardness.

Clark coughed getting the courage too speak again as he spoke, “I was thinking… wanting your input On marriage.”

“well I for one am for it.” Jonathan quipped as he reached over for a banana. As Jordan spoke up, “are you thinking about asking Y/N too marry you?”

Clark simply nodded his head as Jonathan added his input.

“Well it’s about time you two crazy kids stopped living in Sin.”

Clark grinned weakly. Even when it was awkward he could count on Jon too make a joke.

“Dad I think that is A great idea.”

Clark smiled waiting for the approval of Jordan who rubbed his face as he spoke, “yea. That’s a great idea. She makes you happy. She’s a great person. I could see her as a Step mom.” Clark smield as he spoke, “you sure?”

He nodded his head as Jonathan looked at his dad. “Dad do it. She makes you happy and we love her.”

Clark reached over hugging his boys thanking them.

“I love you guys.”

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Oh patron saint of mpreg, tell us, what is the absolute gold standard canon divergent mpreg scenario with Cas and Dean?

so for me the gold standard is for cas to get pregnant due to some kind of magical or metaphysical situation that dean at least does not perceive as sex. bonus points is cas is hesitant about it but refuses to explain why (because he doesn't know how dean will deal with the concept of himself being able to potentially get cas pregnant), so dean is like "we're doing it anyway" and then they do it and then cas doesn't tell anyone that he is pregnant until circumstances force the information out of him. and then dean has to deal with the fact that 1) cas can get pregnant, 2) cas is pregnant, 3) it's his, and he does so pretty poorly.

the rest is under a cut because this post is over 2.5k words long.

my favorite times for this to happen are at the end of season nine, just before dean dies and gets demonized in do you believe in miracles, and at the start of season twelve, just before sam and dean go to jail, because the pining in both those scenarios is delicious but it is so much more powerful if cas is also pregnant, and never even told dean. double points if the truth somehow comes out while they're separated so when dean comes back it's like. yeah cas is pregnant. it's yours. welcome home dean now you have to coddle cas' emotions because he thought he would have to raise your baby alone.

the season twelve scenario is particularly delicious because 1) we can have lucifer slut shaming cas in front of crowley in rock never dies, so crowley knows before dean, and 2) much more importantly, mary is there, and i am obsessed with like. okay. several things.

- the idea of mary getting all baby fever because she misses her boys and this is like. a baby she can take care of because she never got to take care of sam

- the idea of dean working through some of his parentification trauma by coparenting a child with the parent whose place he felt he had to take

- the idea of mary coming in and projecting her insane 1980s gender roles all over cas, suddenly treating him like a woman, stripping him of agency, etc. and like. dean would also do this even though he's not from the eighties, but mary would do it double strength, and they would reinforce each other, it would be a nightmare

- also mary trying to relate to cas on the Travails Of Motherhood etc. and cas being like ?????????? like i cannot stress enough that the weird gender roles she projects onto cas are also standards that she held herself to back when she was a Wife And Mother. while cas is like mary i am not a human woman and also i don't see what "having to look pretty for my man when i'm all baby bloaty" has to do with anything. that's not something i feel like i have to do

oh and 3) could you imagine lily sunder has some regrets if cas was pregnant? unfathomable episode. like ishim and mirabel's reaction but ALSO lily's. and it would fix the number one issue i have with lily sunder, which is that the resolution of the moral dilemma is "well AKSHUALLY the kid was human and not a nephilim so killing it was bad" rather than "it was bad to kill lily's baby, full stop." like ishim's cover up and using the machinery of power to manipulate the truth is very compelling, but the fact that it results in the moral essentially being "it would have been okay if the kid had been a nephilim" suuuuuucks.

basically, there's a reason i have two entire mpreg aus set in season twelve.

and then the delicious part in the season nine version is like. one, dean is away for much longer and he could be anywhere. also he's a demon and he's cheating on cas with crowley. and then even when cas gets him back he's still cursed with the mark, so we can get all weepy over that. you know. i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world and i'm eight months pregnant. etc etc.

but the other thing that's juicy about this version is that cas is still semi-involved with the other angels at this point, like he's roadtripping around with hannah and they're trying to get heaven under control, so carrying a nephil is going to really affect those relationships. so he's going to be probably disliked by the other angels, and there are MANY opportunities for slut-shaming, but at the same time, the other "outcast" type angels might respect him for violating heaven's dictates.

and then of course there's his grace vampirism victorian wasting disease. in canon he's perfectly happy to let himself die, but if he were having dean's baby he would absolutely not do that, that's dean's baby he's endangering there. so of course there's the terrible guilt of having to kill other angels so he can live, plus potentially preparing to die shortly after childbirth so he doesn't have to keep killing. delicious.

and on top of all this cas can get slutshamed by metatron in, depending on when exactly he gets knocked up, meta fiction, stairway to heaven, and do you believe in miracles. plus stairway to heaven would be insane like all the angels would know that cas is pregnant. they would see it in his grace. like cas' angel army would just. know that he was pregnant with a nephil, and have to accept that because he's their leader. in love with humanity indeed.

i'm trying to think of other good times for this drama with cas getting secretly pregnant through a nonsexual interaction to take place. it would be great in season six. like: he's doing a blasphemy with his body but at the same time he's this big important rebel leader so they can't say shit about him, and also he's pregnant while fighting these big important battles (fun and sexy), AND this is like, hot on the heels of the realization that something about his feelings for dean is untoward, expands beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship and camaraderie. like he realizes that, and maybe even that he has sexual feelings for dean, and then he gets immediately knocked up. stunning.

it would ALSO be extremely fun for it to be some kind of... i don't know, magical longer gestation times, whatever, but for cas to have gotten pregnant sometime in s5 and only realized during the Year Of Lisa. LOVE to watch a man rake leaves while both metaphorically carrying the taint of taboo sexual feelings for him and literally carrying his child.

but the thing about season six is, first of all, cas isn't really... envisioning a future with dean. not the way he does in the later seasons. like does he fantasize about a future with dean? yes. like. he really did watch that motherfucker rake leaves. but it's only fantasy. he expected to never speak to dean again after swan song until dean prayed to him in the third man. he's obsessed with dean, but it's distant. remote.

like, we talk about cas babytrapping dean in the later seasons with jack, and he absolutely does, and he would do it even more if dean got him literally pregnant, but that babytrap is about... how do i put this. it's about winning dean's affection. late seasons cas knows that he's going to die by dean's side. the difference that babytrapping dean makes is that maybe it will get dean to be nice to him in the mean time, instead of discarding him like so much toilet paper.

but season six cas doesn't think of it like that. if he were gonna babytrap dean, it would be in the more traditional sense of forcing dean to stay with him in order to raise their child together. and he would never do that. he wants dean to have a happy future, which in his mind does not include him. like, compare here "he's retired and he's to stay that way" in the man who would be king, where cas assumes that dean is happy without him and expects him to live out his days peacefully without ever seeing him again, to "i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world" in the prisoner, where cas assumes that he will be by dean's side for centuries.

but anyway, the other, much more important problem with season six is that cas has a war to fight. like, in the later seasons, cas really has nothing. even when he's on tenuous good terms with the angels, he doesn't really have a home with them. the winchesters are his family, and he'd give up anything for them. he has nothing in his life. he's at rock bottom, and this becomes truer the further along you go. late seasons cas has nothing he would prioritize over serving the winchesters, and he would be happy dropping anything he was involved in to have and raise dean's baby. parenting would give him a purpose that he no longer has, because everything else has been stripped from him.

but in season six cas has a life outside of them. like yes, he has a war to fight, but he also has a place in heaven, with the other angels. he belongs somewhere, he has solid connections to the outside world. even if he didn't have a war to fight, i don't know how excited he would be to have and raise a baby (even dean's baby) because he simply has other things he could be doing. he's involved in the world beyond the winchesters.

like, the reason cas wants to be a parent is that he is totally alone and totally purposeless. having a child gives him both a reason for being and someone who will always love him and who he can care for. if he doesn't have that hole in his life he might not be so eager to fill it with a baby.

for all these reasons, this plotline really doesn't work in season six, because you simply cannot justify cas not getting an abortion, unless you do something nasty like make angel abortion impossible, which i don't love.

you COULD somehow put the impregnation just at the end of season six, maybe just before the man who would be king, such that cas doesn't realize he's pregnant until he's already godstiel. you guys are unfortunately very aware of how obsessed i am with pregnant godstiel.

actually, @jeanne-de-valois has a concept of like. a single, madness fueled midnight hookup immediately pre-tmwwbk (or maybe even during, but prior to the superman mistake), where cas is simultaneously so stressed from being stretched so thin from the war and the lying and the shady dealings, and so high on being The Big Man In Heaven, that he's bold and out of his mind enough to actually come onto dean, like he just appears one night in dean's bedroom and is like, fuck me, and dean is like 👁👄👁 okay. so they have one single adrenaline and madness fueled hookup, and then everything immediately goes to shit.

and i think that's a great place for cas to get pregnant, and then he doesn't realize until he's become god, or maybe he does and he's just like "i'll deal with it later," either way godstiel is like oh? i carry dean's heir inside me? i will have dean's baby. i will have dean's baby it is my right and also my boon to him and also a symbol of my great and magnanimous love for humanity. and also maybe i will put giant paintings of myself pregnant with his child up in churches. what about that. which would be fun. don't know when he would give birth though. actually it would be insane if he gave birth as emmanuel and was just like. raising dean's nephil when dean found him again. nuts. but it just doesn't really have the same flavor as late seasons mpreg. doesn't compel me nearly as much. like the symbolism of godstiel being pregnant with dean's child is fun and sexy but them actually raising the kid afterwards doesn't compel me nearly as much, so it's better to leave literal mpreg to the later seasons and let godstiel mpreg reside in symbolism and fantasy.

or maybe the fetus gets stolen by the leviathans when cas walks into the lake and dean has to battle his leviathanated nephil daughter as the main villain of s7. like she's dick roman's secret weapon. i think that would be fun, actually. kind of an emma situation but drawn out over the whole season. and he thinks cas is dead for most of it so she's all he's got left of cas and a mess cas left for him to clean up. big sexy.

and as a bonus, i will also tell you the best time, imo, for dean to get pregnant: near the end of season eight. possibly a single, tragic farewell fuck in sacrifice when cas is planning to lock himself away in heaven and they're never gonna see each other again. and this impregnates dean with cas' nephil.

but then cas is human. and he can't do anything about it. like generally if they managed to get dean pregnant somehow, cas would immediately talk him into an abortion (which wouldn't be too hard; dean's natural white midwestern man who doesn't vote aversion to abortion would be at war with the horror of being pregnant, and the horror would win), or might not even inform dean that he's pregnant, and just quietly end the pregnancy without dean's knowledge, because cas would never put dean through that. but if cas is human, he can't do that. and furthermore, that nephil is the last evidence of his angelic nature that persists. it's the last of what he used to be, the last of his grace. and there's something absolutely delectable about that.

then of course dean would have to leave the bunker if he was pregnant with a nephil, because angels would be after him, and he wouldn't want to lead them to gadreel, so i am imagining dean discovering that he's pregnant and then showing up in a panic at the gas n sip like "actually cas i'm also out of the bunker will you go on the run with me?" and then they go on the run and have to live in motels again and cas gets to live with take care of dean who is pregnant with his child which is essentially his dream, and he doesn't have to feel guilty because he's no longer capable of giving dean an abortion so he doesn't feel obligated to get him to have one. ideally cas gets re-angeled just in time to give dean an angelic c-section. or maybe they rely on a normal human c-section in a hospital and cas stays human and they are two humans raising their nephil, which is also fun to me.

#spn #asks #anonymous #mpregpocalypse

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ybangtannies · 3 years

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Hiii💜💜💜i just want to start off by saying i love your blog, your stories are really good. I just got through reading the bts profiles and i don't know if you are taking request but if you are i was wondering if you could do a scenario where yandere namjoon and y/n are best friends and one night he comes over and they end up doing it, but the next morning they just joke around because it was a mistake and they are good friends, then two weeks later she calls him tells him she is pregnant, and namjoon try to talk to her about keeping the baby because he secretly love y/n and is crazy about her.

[Here it is! I'm sorry it took me months to write this, but I hope you enjoy it! I got a little carried away and it's way longer than what I intended to be lol]

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Namjoon’s eyes open wide suddenly, and frantically starts looking for your figure, and even though he doesn’t find it, he knows you’re around and awake because he can hear the shower from your en suite bathroom. He lets out a sigh and savours the memories coming to him from last night, your moans and whimpers, how good he felt being completely embraced by you and your scent; every single detail about last night and you both enjoying and pleasuring each other is engraved in Namjoon’s mind.

He knows you usually take around fifteen or twenty minutes in the shower, so he relaxes on the bed and starts thinking. What does this mean for your relationship? It surely changes everything, right? This must mean that you love him too. He knows you used to sleep around -much to his dismay, he still doesn’t understand how he put up with it, maybe because it was just sex with strangers and you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing with them- but it’s been a long time since that and if you decided you wanted Namjoon, your best friend, someone you clearly know and have already a bond formed with, to be the person you had sex with after such a long period of time, then there must be a reason behind it. Maybe you weren’t sure on how to tell him you love him too for fear of being rejected and thought sex would be the way to let him know without words? Namjoon smiles at the thought, his sweet and pretty girl, if only you knew how crazy in love he is about you. He’s been waiting for this to happen for way too long, have imagined it millions of times but reality surely does exceed fiction and now that he got a taste of what it would be really like to be with you like this, he doesn’t think he’d be able to give up this feeling for anything in the world; there’s no way, he would be insane to turn down his other half.

His stream of consciousness is cut off by the door of your bathroom opening and your figure emerging from it, you stand on the threshold and look at him with surprise.

“Oh, good morning! I didn’t think you’d be awake already, it’s pretty early and you always sleep until it’s almost lunchtime” you chuckle while entering the room, going to lift up the blind and open the window a little.

Namjoon is looking at you in awe, you’re not wearing anything he hasn’t seen on you before -a shirt and some worn out shorts- but he can perfectly see the hickeys he gave you last night on your neck since you’re wearing your hair on a side plait plus you’re still yawning even if it’s been surely more than half an hour since you woke up and adding that to the fact that now he is your boyfriend... he wonders if you’d be up for round two before having breakfast.

“Hello? Earth to Namjoon! Are you sleeping with your eyes open again or what?” Your voice is once again bringing him back to reality, your glance focused on your phone rather than on him.

“No, no, sorry, I guess I’m still a little tired. What’s up?”

You roll your eyes playfully while looking back at him, “I was asking if you wanted to have breakfast now, but you can keep sleeping if you want, I have things to do anyways.”

Namjoon accepts your offer and accompanies you to the kitchen to make breakfast; he loves how he knows his way around your apartment and how domestic it feels waking up together after having been making love all night to have breakfast and spend the morning at home, like a long-term couple.

He is about to open his mouth and address the elephant in the room once you’re both seated at your table and drinking coffee when you beat him to it.

“So, I don’t want to make things weird after last night and I don’t really think this need to be said since we’ve been friends for quite some time now and already know each other and where we stand,” Namjoon doesn’t like where this seems to be going, “the sex was really good and I think we both needed it after the stress from college but -and don’t get me wrong please- I don’t think it’s a good idea to make it something common, you know?”

Nope, Namjoon is hating this. He is quite lost, what is happening right here? What do you mean you don’t want to have sex with him anymore? Are you already breaking up with him? And what do you mean by ‘making things weird’ and ‘we’ve been friends’? What the fuck are you even talking about? Is he still sleeping? Is this one of his nightmares? That must be it, a nightmare, the worst he’s had so far.

You must sense his confusion because you chuckle a little and even blush; Namjoon wants to smile at the sight, you just look way too cute, but your words have him very confused right now.

“The sex was good, really! Amazing even, Joonie! All I’m saying is that we both know each other too much to have a friends-with-benefits relationship without fucking it up -no pun intended by the way” you laugh again lightly while sipping from your mug and grabbing a toast from the plate in between you both.

Namjoon is really thrown back by your behaviour but as much as he’d like to talk back and confess how ardently he loves you, he realises maybe now is not the right time; he is already sure about his feelings for you and what he wants but you don’t seem to be on the same page just yet and he, being the gentleman he like to think he is, will of course give you some time to figure out your feelings for him. Because of course you must be in love with him too, but maybe you’re more stubborn than he thought you to be and preferred to think your feelings for him were only of lust and not love. It’s okay, you’ll come to your senses and if not, he’ll help you find the right way to his side.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t worry about it, y/n. I know what you mean.”

Days goes by, then weeks and before Namjoon realises it’s been almost a month since that beautiful and extraordinary night he revives almost every day in the solitude of his room. It’s during one of those moments when he is remembering the way your voice sounded asking him for more, to please don’t stop thrusting into your tight and velvety walls and he is about to climax, saying your name like a mantra, that his phone starts vibrating making him jump on his bed and let out a groan, who the fuck? He is tempted to ignore it, too occupied with his hard and leaking cock on his hand to bother with answering the annoying prick that is calling him right in this moment, but then he takes a glance of your name on the screen and it’s physically impossible for him to ignore you. Namjoon sighs and tries to even his breathing and even covers his naked body with the sheet of his bed even though it’s just a regular call.

“Hello, babe, what’s up?”

“Namjoon,” uh oh, you’re using his full name plus your tone is way too plain, this cannot be good, “are you busy right now?”

He looks down at his now less hard cock and shakes his head slowly, “not at all, why? Do you need something?”

“Could you please come over?” Namjoon is already out of his bed and looking for his underwear and clothes, he doesn’t need for you to give him more details about wanting him to go to your house, but he still asks.

“Sure thing, but is something the matter? You sound serious”

A silence follows his question and Namjoon stops his movements altogether, looking straight to the wall with a frown adorning his face, “y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Just… please, come quickly, okay? I need to tell you something.”

He is about to interrogate you a little more or even ask if he needs to bring you something, but you don’t give him time and hang up just as you finish speaking. He looks at his phone with a deeper frown now and hurries up out of his house and into his car.

Namjoon arrives in record time, he’s been thinking about what could have possibly happened for you to be that dry on the phone; yesterday evening when he last saw you everything was okay, and even this morning you sent him an audio telling him how excited you were because the books you bought online finally arrived and were going to start reading them. So, what happened?

You open the door as soon as he rings the bell and without any words, sign for him to come inside. Namjoon observes your attire: sweatpants, a Superman t-shirt and your part of your hair is on a cute little bun, you look adorable and if it weren’t for the frown on your face and your apparent inability to look him in the eye, Namjoon would be cooing internally at you.

“What is happening, y/n? You’re making me worried,” he is now sitting next to you on the sofa in the little living room of your apartment.

You sigh for what seems to be the tenth time since Namjoon got here and start fidgeting with your fingers, “I don’t know how this happened… well, I know how it happened, but I don’t know how we both could be so irresponsible…”

“What happened? What did we do?” Namjoon is more nervous with each passing second, several scenarios running through his mind.

“I’m pregnant”, you guess the best way to tell him is by just doing it at once, to rip off the band aid.

A few moments of silence follow after your words, nothing can be heard, and it feels as if the world has completely stopped. You look at him cautiously and find Namjoon looking at you with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth like he was a fish. The image is funny, cute even, and you would have laughed have it not been a moment like this.

“What?” It’s the only thing that Namjoon manages to say, he’s not sure he heard you right and doesn’t want to get his hopes up like he did before, just in case.

You mumble a little ‘wait here’ and leave the room, in the direction of your bedroom. Before he can decide if he should follow you or not, you’re back with several sticks on your hands. Your face doesn’t show the same worrisome it did when Namjoon first got here but the frown is still present, and he has to physically restrain himself from softening it and give you a kiss on the forehead.

“Here, these are the pregnancy tests. I went out this morning to get them, they’re all positive. I’m three weeks pregnant, Namjoon.”

He takes them and indeed, they all show two lines, one of them even stating what you just said: 3 weeks pregnant.

“This… this is…” Namjoon is trying to find the words to describe how he’s feeling right now; he wants to cry, to scream, to jump, but overall, he wants to hug you and kiss you silly. He is going to be a dad! And you’re the one carrying his children! He could marry you on the stop. Actually, he should start looking for rings and think about a proposal. Would you prefer to wait until you give birth? Or maybe you’d like to do it quickly before your tummy starts showing. Either way, Namjoon doesn’t mind, that’s your decision to make.

“I know it’s not ideal, don’t worry. I’m going to start looking for abortion clinics today, I want to get rid of it as soon as possible. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about, I think we should both pay it since, you know, we both did it.”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Namjoon can’t believe what he’s hearing, ‘abortion clinics’, ‘get rid of it’?

“We’re not gonna keep it. I’m not gonna have it, Namjoon.”

You are both standing now in the middle of your living room, looking at each other, both with a surprised look in your eyes albeit for very different reasons.

“Why not? I want to be a dad; I want to keep the baby.”

“What? Since when you want to be a father?”

“Since always?” Namjoon is trying not to raise his voice and keep his cool, he doesn’t want to upset himself more than he already is and doesn’t want to upset you either, that wouldn’t do your children any good.

You scoff and roll your eyes at his answer, “you don’t have time for that. You barely have time to eat with how busy you are with college; how do you plan on making time for a baby? You surely won’t drop college; how would you find a job then? Look, if you don’t want to pay for it that’s okay, I can afford it, it’s no biggie”

“It’s not about the money, y/n. I don’t want you to abort our baby because I want to have it with you. I’ll make time for it, we have nine months to figure it out, okay? We’ll both see how we can manage it. Maybe next year I can take fewer classes at college, and you could stop your studies for a year until the baby is old enough to leave them in a nursery without too many problems. Let’s just focus on celebrating and making an appointment with your doctor, darling, don’t worry too much” Namjoon is making his way to hug you and finally kiss you, but you take a few steps back looking at him with wide eyes, as if what he has been saying is insane.

“What the fuck? What the fuck am I supposed to be celebrating? I don’t want to be a mother; you know that I’ve told you several times before. Once I get a fucking abortion it’s when I’ll be celebrating. Look, I’m sorry if you want to be a father right now, but I don’t and I’m not gonna do it.”

Namjoon is starting to get angrier with the moment, he doesn’t understand why you have to be so stubborn. Surely, you’ve told him before about your reticence towards being a mother and how you’d rather abort if you were to ever get pregnant, but he always thought you were saying that referring to carrying the children of another person, not his.

“There’s no need for that, baby, if you just…”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Namjoon! My word is final: I’m having an abortion whether you like it or not. Now leave, please”

That’s it.

He snaps.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re not fucking getting an abortion, and that’s final. Do you understand? You’re gonna carry my children and this is just going to be the first of many to come so you better get used to the idea, is that clear, baby? I gave you enough time to fucking figure out your feelings for me, but this is way too much, I’m not gonna let you murder our children just because you are way too stubborn to realise, you’re in love with me. Now stop fucking talking nonsense before I made you myself.”

With each word that abandoned Namjoon’s mouth he got closer and closer to you until he had you trapped against the wall. You’re looking at him with horror in your eyes and his chest is heaving. He raises his hand, and you flinch and close your eyes, a yelp escaping from your mouth, but the hit never comes. Instead, you feel his fingers on your stomach softly while his other hand goes after your neck in order to bring you closer to his body.

“We’ll be okay, baby. I get that you’re nervous, but we’ll figure everything out and be the best parents to our children.” His words are disturbing, but what scares you the most is the smile on his face and how his eyes are shining with excitement and utter happiness, as if just a moment ago he wasn’t screaming and threatening you. Namjoon is finally able to give you a kiss on the forehead and you can’t do anything but stay still and feel tears falling down your face.

#yandere namjoon #yandere bts #yandere jin #yandere yoongi #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere hoseok #yandere jhope #yandere suga #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere au

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asupernaturalgirl · 3 years

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Carryin’ Our Child

Daryl x Reader

Request: Hiiii! Your writing is amazing, I recently found your blog and I’ve been obsessed! Could I please have a one shot with some extra protective Daryl because you both found out you are expecting a baby? The timeline could be S9/S10. Thank youuuu!

A/N: Confession, I haven’t watched past season 7 of The Walking Dead *shocked gasps*. I’m sorry. I attempted to write it from what I know on Season 9, but I’m very sorry if I got something wrong. I tried my best. I hope everyone enjoys this one. Very fluffy.

Warnings: fluff, protective Daryl, pregnancy

Adjusting the old plates covered with only the crumbs of what was once a full plate of food on your hip, you opened the door from the jail cell that held Negan and walked into the light once again. One of the Alexandrians had asked you to bring him some food as they had been too busy to get it done.

Before heading there, you had made sure Daryl wasn’t anywhere near you. He was so busy with trying to deal with the drama around Negan’s imprisonment as well as trying to build several pieces of infrastructure that you didn’t want to make him more anxious with something else. If he knew you’d gone to feed Negan, he would have lost his mind.

You dropped off the extra plates at the kitchens and decided to go back to the house. Your head was beginning to ache and your stomach was starting to feel uneasy. You’d heard the pregnancy symptoms in the first trimester could be absolutely brutal and they were living up to the hype. You and Daryl had only told Rick, afraid that informing too many people could put you in an awkward position. Rick was ecstatic and gave you both as many tips as he could.

You slowly walked towards the bathroom, taking your usual seat by the toilet that you’d grown so accustomed to. Everytime your stomach would lurch, you would lean over the bowl, trying to let it out so you could feel better, but it never came. Instead, you sat there in pain, wishing it would stop.

Soon, the sound of the front door opening and closing shut echoed through the house. Daryl’s voice projected to the upstairs where you sat. “I’m home. Where are ya?”

“In the bathroom,” You answered quickly, leaning over once again. You felt absolutely pathetic when the drool began to pool in your mouth.

Daryl clunked up the stairs, his footsteps letting you know he was getting closer. His eyes softened as he peeked in through the doorway. “Ya don’t feel good?”

You shook your head, your body forcing you to gag once again. Your boyfriend quickly rushed forward, holding your hair out of your face as you finally let out the sick you’d been holding in. You sighed once you were finished, learning back against the man behind you. He rubbed your shoulders slightly. “Thank you.”

“You should be cursing me for doin’ this to ya.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around. After finally getting everything out, you felt much better. “Well, I think having a child is worth being sick for a few weeks in the beginning.”

He smiled. He joked that he ‘did this to you’ because he felt bad that he couldn’t take the pain from you, but in reality, he was excited. You’d never seen him so thrilled about something. He wanted to talk about it all the time and constantly thought of different names. He secretly wanted a daughter, although he would never tell anyone.

“Can you help me to the bed?” You asked, using his strength to hoist yourself up. He assisted you in walking. You were weak after being sick and once you were in the bed, he brought you up some water as well.

He laid down with you, pulling up your shirt so he could see your belly. Daryl gently ran his hand over your belly. “You be nice to your mom. She’s tryin’ her best.”

People who were only slightly familiar with Daryl would have never seen or even thought of him in this way. They would have likely imagined he would be a terrible father. You were so pleased that he loved the unborn child so much. It meant everything in the world. He kissed you softly as he laid back down beside you. “I feel like they’re gonna love you more than anything else.”

He immediately shook his head at your comment. “They’re gonna love ya so much, ya can’t even imagine. I can tell. You’re gonna be the best mom in the whole world.”

His words warmed your heart. There were always doubts about the limitations of being parents in the world but you knew that if the child had the two of you, they would be just fine. You and Daryl would give parenting everything you had and it would pay off in the end, even if it was hard in the moment.

“What did ya do today?” He questioned, unconsciously rubbing your pregnant belly, even if you weren’t showing yet.

You had to come up with an excuse and quickly. The first thing that came to mind was a friend of both of yours. “Aaron needed some help with cleaning his arm up a bit. I went over there to give my assistance.”

His brows furrowed and he nervously bit at his fingernails. “Michonne told me she saw you over by Negan’s cell.”

Your heart dropped. You hadn’t thought that someone might have seen it and mentioned it casually to Daryl just out of habit. If you had told her to keep the secret, she definitely wouldn’t have told Daryl, but she had no idea. “Someone was busy and asked if I would bring food to him. Daryl, it was no big-”

He cut you off, immediately standing up with an angry expression on his face. He ran a hand through his tangled hair. You sat up quickly, leaning against the backboard. You hated making him feel this way. He was so inexperienced when it came to relationships and actually worrying about someone’s safety, you tried to live your life so he didn’t have to actually worry about it.

“How could ya do this, Y/N?” He gestured wildly, his voice holding an annoyed tone. “Why would ya risk going in there?”

You stood as well, understanding now there might be an argument. “He’s not going to just attack me for no reason, Daryl. I was safe. I didn’t even step foot in the cell.”

“He’s killed so many people. Do you think he wouldn’t kill ya?”

“I’m in my first trimester, Daryl. I can’t just sit in bed all day waiting for you to get home to do things for me. That would not only destroy my mental health, but my physical health as well.”

He wasn’t sure what to say. You could nearly see all of the emotions in his eyes. Anger, concern, worry. He was feeling so conflicted, so absolutely broken inside. He wanted nothing more than for you to stay locked in a room all day so he could make sure you were safe, as impractical as it was.

“I’m just askin’ that you try not to do anything dangerous, Y/N,” He began to calm slightly, holding your shoulders as he got closer to you. “You’re carryin’ our child in you right now. I just don’t want to have to worry all the time that you’re doin’ somethin’ reckless.”

You knew that this anger, this concern, came from a desire to protect you. His self-esteem was generally pretty low and one thing he actually felt he brought to the table was protection. He knew he was capable of protecting you and he would do it even if it took his own life. “I’ll try, Daryl. I know you just want myself and our baby to be safe.”

He nodded, bringing you in for a tight hug. “I want to tell everyone. I don’t want people askin’ ya to do things. If they know you’re pregnant, they’ll be more careful with some of the jobs they give ya.”

At first, you were hesitant. You were enjoying the fact that this baby was a secret between you and Daryl. The more you thought about it, though, the more you realized it was probably a good idea. People would begin to either notice or assume soon if you didn’t tell them directly. You slowly nodded your head.

“I agree, Daryl. It’s time to tell everyone.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #one shots #imagines #the walking dead #the walking dead one shots #the walking dead imagines

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DAD EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Do Kyungsoo

A ⇴ AFFECTION

At any time, Kyungsoo loved to be affectionate with you, but there was something about seeing you with your bump that made him even more needy and unable to stop himself wrapping his arms around you whenever you were nearby.

B ⇴ BUMP

He’d often find himself talking to your bump whenever he laid beside it without even realising that he was doing it. It was only when you’d answer his question, thinking that he was talking to you, would Kyungsoo realise who he was talking to, having to repeat the conversation he’d just had so that you could understand it too.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

Kyungsoo would get whatever you needed, at whatever time, without saying a negative word. He was more than happy to go out if he needed to in order to satisfy your cravings, but his favourite cravings of yours were when you wanted a specific recipe of his, which he’d happily cook up for you in a heartbeat.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

Your due date was something that Kyungsoo tried hard not to focus on, the chances of your baby arriving on that specific day were marginal, and so he’d try and focus more on the week or two surrounding your due date. As your due date neared, he tried to carry on as normal as he possibly could, but secretly, he began to get nervous too as the realisation sunk in that your pregnancy was coming to an end.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

Kyungsoo tended to push his emotions to one side throughout your pregnancy and focus on you and protecting you instead. Some people perhaps mistook him for not having an interest in your pregnancy, but you knew that his attention was on his surroundings instead and evaluating whatever situation you found yourselves in so that he could come up with the best possible way to keep you and your bump safe.

F ⇴ FAMILY

The immediate members of your family were closer to the two of you then ever before throughout your pregnancy. Although the two of you were going to be parents, and were wanting to enjoy the intimate moments, you also wanted to enjoy those moments with your own parents and siblings too. They were just as excited as the two of you to welcome a new arrival and take on new responsibilities and roles.

G ⇴ GENDER

You decided to find out the gender when you were able to in order to help the two of you get more organised. Although you were tempted to wait, knowing that you’d be able to have a nursery and wardrobe completely sorted by the end of your pregnancy was the tipping point you needed to decide to find out.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

The sound of your baby’s heart for the first time completely took Kyungsoo’s breath away. He didn’t know what to expect, whether it would be quick or slow, loud or quiet, but as the thuds began to be heard through the monitor, he could only chuckle at how much of an incredible sound it was for him to listen to.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He’d let you know he loved you the most late at night when you were struggling to fall asleep. He’d sit and let you whine about how exhausted you were, and once you were done, he’d try and encourage you the best that he could, whilst also making sure to remind you that he loved you and appreciated you too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Kyungsoo was a silent jealous whenever someone was around you for a little too long. His arm would move around your waist to either cover up your bump or move you closer into his side and away from the problem that was making him jealous. He didn’t ever make a big deal out of things, but he was also silently clear that the bump carried yours and his baby, not anyone else’s baby as well.

K ⇴ KICKS

You weren’t quite sure how, but Kyungsoo had a habit of completely missing kicks, and so you’d often have to grab onto him and place his hand in the right spot so that he could feel a kick. You weren’t sure how he always misjudged or mistimed kicks, but you’d always help him find the right spot eventually.

L ⇴ LABOUR

Kyungsoo didn’t stop talking to you throughout the entirety of your labour, his voice was often quiet beside you, but that didn’t stop it being reassuring too. Before every contraction he’d tell you to hold onto his hand, during a contraction, he’d remind you to keep breathing and focus, and at the end, he’d remind you how well you were doing. It was his routine that he kept from the very start, through until the very end.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Although he’d prefer that you weren’t sick in the mornings, morning sickness didn’t faze Kyungsoo at all. He’d sit with you for as long as you needed on the bathroom floor, and only once you were ready to move, he’d help you up whilst also grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste to help make you feel better again.

N ⇴ NURSERY

He loved getting creative when it came to designing your nursery, although Kyungsoo made sure that every decision was made together, you were happy to let him take control, trusting that he’d come up with something perfect.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Kyungsoo was obsessed with your hands, he loved how you’d reach out and grab him whenever he was close enough so that he could feel a kick with you, or just ask him to hold your bump for a while to make life easier for you.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

He was very careful with you especially for the first couple of days after you gave birth. Your baby seemed to settle well with the two of you and the routine that you’d planned in advance, but what you didn’t prepare for was the amount of pain that you would still be in, which definitely startled Kyungsoo for a while.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Although you were the one who was pregnant, the two of you always made sure to check in with each other. Kyungsoo had his moments too, when things could get overwhelming, so you’d look after him as he did for you too.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved to talk the ear off anyone who would listen when it came to your pregnancy, letting them know all the tiny details he learnt from your appointments and classes. Although Kyungsoo tended to be quite quiet, he couldn’t get enough of bragging about your baby and showing off how excited he was to become a dad.

S ⇴ SCANS

Kyungsoo would be dead silent at every single one of your appointments, listening intently to everything that the sonographer had to say. If she had a piece of advice, he put it into practice straight away, or if she found a new little part of your baby that hadn’t been found before, Kyungsoo would obsess over it for days.

T ⇴ TEST

The two of you had been planning a baby for a little while, and so seeing the two lines on the test was a welcome relief for you both, that finally you didn’t need to try anymore as you realised your dreams were coming true.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Kyungsoo always made sure to be at your appointments, he cleared his schedule for every one so that you had the whole day together.

V ⇴ VISITS

Even though the boys were keen to visit as soon as they could, Kyungsoo told them to wait a few days so that you had time to settle back at home with your baby and give you time to recover too so you could spend time with them pain free.

W ⇴ WAITING

He was incredibly patient, Kyungsoo tended to live in the moment and appreciate each new day that came rather than the nine months ahead.

X ⇴ XXXX

Kisses weren’t something that Kyungsoo gave often, and so whenever you felt him press a kiss to your cheek, or to your bump, you’d know that he was in deep thought and feeling appreciative for what he had around him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were incredible in Kyungsoo’s eyes, he couldn’t believe how strong you were.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Kyungsoo will always lay up with you in the evenings until you fall asleep, even when it reaches the early hours and he struggles to keep his eyes open, he’ll still keep talking and never leave you alone to try and sleep all by yourself.

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mypimpademia · 3 years

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Stepdad!Bakugo x black!fem!parent!reader

TW: Swearing

Key: D/n = Daughters name

Note: I was reading my own fics as one does because I randomly remembered this oneshot I did of Bakugo w a pregnant, single mom, black reader and I wanted to kinda add onto it so I suggest reading that before this or it won't make a lot of sense

Half headcanon, half oneshot

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @bnhainthewoo @iiminibattlehero @ecao @v-vpluto @cheerfulpeople1234 @strawberry-ice @mixxfi @renzai @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @sheepydumpling @lilsparkyswife

After your encounter with Katsuki, you often found yourself around him more and more

It was mostly because he'd often stop by to check up on you, or you'd call him because you needed help with something

But eventually, the two of you would be around each other simply for the company, or to have some fun

There were even a few times the press started catching onto "Ground Zeros Mystery Woman"

You both genuinely liked each other, but because of the baby you had on the way, you weren't exactly sure about any of it

But Katsuki was absolutely sure that he still wanted to be their for both you and your child, and was entirely willing to pay for every expense

So not too long before the birth, you made an agreement to see how he was as a parent, and if he was an acceptable parent and good with them, you'd become official

When you gave birth, it shocked your family to see pro-hero Ground Zero of all people holding one of your hands in the hospital

You gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, and Katsuki was right there with you to watch her take her first breath

He helped you during recovery by taking care of her, made sure you were eating and getting all your rest

Hed never really had experience with newborns or babies, but you could tell he was trying his best and thats all you cared about

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You let out a soft sigh as you stirred yourself awake.

Hearing the soft coo of your baby girl from behind you, you flipped over to see Katsuki holding her to his bare chest, a peaceful expression on his face.

"Good morning." You muttered, making Katsuki jump.

"Good morning." He said back, his muscles releasing tension. You glanced down at D/n and reached out, letting her curl her tiny hand around your finger.

"And good morning to you, my mini me."

It was true, she looked exactly like you did when you were a baby. Your eyes, your nose, lips, everything.

You sat up, and carefully took D/n from Katsuki.

"Has my baby eaten yet?" You said, using a baby voice while nuzzling your nose against hers D/n. You earned yet another coo from her, and a laugh from Katsuki.

"Yes, she did, she decided to wake up early and then started whining so I went ahead and fed her. I hope that's okay with you." He told you.

"Perfectly fine, thank you." You said, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Your situation was a tricky one.

Katsuki had been with you longer than your own baby daddy was when he found out you were pregnant.

Hell, he helped you out before he even knew you were pregnant.

And now? He'd already been with you while you gave birth, while you were recovering, and he's still here while you're learning how to be a parent to your daughter.

You might as well be a family of three... A mom, a dad, and a baby girl.

But you and Katsuki had only ever kissed, and it was once. And on that same night, thats when you established your agreement

You weren't going back on it or anything, because as much as you liked, and maybe even loved, Katsuki, D/n was your top priority.

You were elated beyond belief that he was doing such an amazing job, and were secretly praying he'd continue doing so.

You laid D/n down and got up, walking into your bathroom.

You stretched and yawned, and leaned over the sink to examine your face.

You wiped off a bit of dried drool from the corner of your lip, then pulled on the apples of your cheeks, examining your under eye bags.

Thanks to Katsuki helping out with D/n, you've also been able to catch more sleep.

'The right person will do you good, body and mind.' You mentally recited a quoted youd seen on your Instagram feed.

You actually found it around the time you and Katsuki got closer.

"Maybe it's destiny?" You said to yourself, letting out a light chuckle.

You began brushing your teeth, before you heard D/n begin to cry.

"Y/n, it– she's crying again." You heard Katsuki call.

"What do you mean again? Did I sleep that hard? Wait- Nigga did you just call my baby an 'it'?"

"Almost."

'Thats definitely gonna need some work.' You thought to yourself, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

Katsuki was quick to bring her to you, walking in while he rocked slightly as an attempt to soothe her.

You took her into your arms, bouncing slightly, hoping it would calm her.

"What's the matter baby?" You said, once again using your baby voice.

When she didn't stop crying after about two minutes, you handed her back to Katsuki and asked him to put her in her activity play mat while you finished getting ready.

You finished brushing your teeth, and quickly did your face routine.

You planned on doing something with your hair today, but you decided to do it later and just kept your bonnet (or what ever you use) on.

Walking into the living room, you smelled several very pleasant aromas.

A light scent of cleaning products and air freshener, as well as the smell of breakfast.

And the scene before you that went with it only made it better.

A clean living room, that was in shambles last night from looking for D/n's stuffed monkey that she wouldn't stop crying for till you and Katsuki practically flipped the apartment upsidedown.

A clean kitchen, now spotless despite the fact that just last night the dishes were piled up and the counter, covered in reminisce of whatever you were cooking.

Katsuki and D/n laid out on the floor together, as D/n played with dangling toys, and Katsuki smiled at her happy coos.

Like magic, every worry you had not even twenty minutes ago washed away.

Walking up to them, you planted a kiss on your babies forehead.

Then, you planted one on Katsukis lips, both of you smiling into it.

"Thank you." You told him.

Katsuki is doing and amazing job, and you were sure he'd keep doing so.

This was your family now.

Maybe you'd even be able to get past Katsuki calling D/n an 'it'.

Whatever had to do, you were okay with, because now your family was your top priority.

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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Hey. How are you? I'm just feeling for some Saul x wife reader angst/fluff. So she's younger than Saul and a cousin of Stella's raised by Luna and he wants to start trying for a baby but she's unsure but agrees. They try for a while and Saul is convinced he's the reason they can't have one cause she's young and healthy. However she's secretly on the pill the whole time and doesn't know how to tell him cause she scared that the kid will be an orphan like her or she won't love it like her parents.

Disclaimer: I always recommend communication in a relationship. This is purely based on fiction and please don’t do this to your partner. Be honest and talk things through and if they’re right for you, they’ll understand your feelings 💛

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You hide the pills behind your back when Saul pops in his head feeling a pang of guilt hit you like a wave. He looks at you with so much love in your eyes but today it only makes you feel worse.

"I thought you weren't back until later?" you say trying to muster up a smile.

"I let the teacher assistant cover the last classes of today so I could see my wife," he explains and you already know what he has in mind. Normally, you'd be jumping at the chance but right now you want nothing more than for Saul to return to his classes.

"Let me finish up and I'll be right there, love." You shoo him away with one hand waiting for him to close the bathroom door before you stash away the birth control. You know you have to talk to him and explain but you're too afraid of what he might say. You can't lose him over this but days turn into weeks and weeks turn into months. You don't tell him; how can you tell him? It's been too long and you have no idea where to start. But when he starts blaming himself, you know you have to come clean.

"We need to talk, Saul." A million thoughts go through his head but none of them could ever imagine what you're about to tell him.

"You need a break? We can take a break. I know it must be disappointing that I can't... That it's not easier. I'm really sorry, I know this wasn't what you expected." He's rambling and you feel horrible. How could you keep this from him?

"Saul, sweetheart. This isn't your fault," you whisper feeling your eyes sting. It'll only be a matter of time before the waterworks start.

"You asked me if I wanted to have a baby and I said yes because I knew you wanted a baby. But I was so scared. I still am," you say thinking back to when you agreed to try and how excited he'd been. He didn't notice the fear in your eyes, the hesitation in your voice. He'd been overwhelmed by joy and had missed the signs of your distress.

"Scared of what?" he asks taking your hands in his. He won't be holding your hands after what you're about to tell him, you think to yourself.

"I've been taking birth control so I wouldn't get pregnant beca-"

"What?" There it is. He releases your hands walking to the other side of the room so as to keep the most possible distance between the two of you.

"Please understand. I was terrified," you plead but Saul is angry and he has every right to be.

"Terrified of what? That I wouldn't be a good father? That we weren't permanent and you didn't want to tie yourself to me?" He's throwing guesses around but none of them comes even close to the truth.

"This has nothing to do with you! I am terrified of raising a child to hate me. Of leaving them without a parent. None of us has a safe job. I can't bring a baby into the world knowing that they might go through what I did." You inhale deeply trying to control your breath. The tears are falling freely after your confession but you make no effort to dry your eyes. You want Saul to see how much pain you've been in.

"I'm not saying what I did was right. But you were so happy and I didn't know how to tell you that I don't even know if I want kids." He's looking at you like he doesn't even know you anymore and the worst part is that you can't blame him. You should've been honest with him and you know that now.

"I need a little time."

Saul doesn't sleep in your bed that night or the following night. He stays civil with you in public but he doesn't talk to you in private. You've almost lost all hope when he comes to your room in the middle of the night after weeks of complete silence.

"Are you okay?" you ask immediately worried.

"I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk." You don't question the fact that it's 3am or the fact that he feels the need to knock on the door to his own room. Instead, you let him without another word feeling hope flutter in your chest.

"If you could do it over again, would you tell me the truth from the start?"

"Yes." You don't have to think about it or consider your option. If you could do it over again, you would be honest and communicate with him.

"I'm sorry I left after you told me the truth. I had to gather my thoughts and I didn't want to say something I couldn't take back." He looks like he's choosing his words carefully but all that matters to you is that he's talking to you.

"You have nothing to apologise for. I should've told you the truth. I should've been honest so we could talk about it." He sits down on the bed patting on the space next to him. Hesitantly, you walk over and sit down next to him fearing his rejection but it never comes. He puts his arm around you and kisses your temple.

"I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to talk to you again. I want to have the conversation of kids again but with complete transparency." You're quick to agree. You'd agree to just about anything right now if it meant having Saul back in your bed. You haven't been able to sleep properly without him.

"No more secrets."

"No more secrets," he iterates.

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH1

**This is an edited machine translation. For more information, please [click here]**

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Chapter 1: Resurrection Overture (I)

{E/N: The first section is recap, the rest is new. If you wish to skip the recap, scroll down to the &&& scene break.}

{cw: mention of miscarriage, religious homophobia}

Welcome to Nightmare Game I. A review of the story:

1. [First People's Hospital of X City]: Qi Leren, the protagonist, downloaded a computer game called the Nightmare Game on the Internet. After the first BE ending, his computer broke down. He took his laptop to repair it, but the bus he was riding was involved in a traffic accident. He and the injured passengers were taken to the First People's Hospital of X City by ambulance and he met Dr. Lu in the ambulance.　　

After waking up again, Qi Leren found himself in the empty People's Hospital and he had received his own task system, which asked him to survive in this hospital until dawn, and got an S/L skill card: [S/L Data] (binding skill card): the holder can set a save point at the position where his body is located. If he dies or suffers fatal injury within 10 seconds after saving, his body will automatically return to the position and state where the save point was set and will immediately trigger the second use. One save point can be used three times continuously and the cooldown time is 1 hour. Anyway, if you want to use it, you will die.　　

In order to survive, Qi Leren had to commit suicide frequently in this haunted hospital to save his life. He met Dr. Lu and Xue Yingying, who were also involved in this game, and learned that there was a murderer in this hospital who was killing any survivors like them. With such an unexpected factor, the task of surviving until dawn became more difficult. The three people also met another mysterious player, Su He. With his help, the four people and the murderer fought bravely and killed him and cracked the secrets of the hospital from more than 20 years ago, successfully avoiding the earthquake before daybreak and surviving until dawn.

2. [First Arrival at the Village of Dusk]: After the mission, the four people came to the players’ homebase in the main world of the Nightmare Game - the Village of Dusk. There were many ordinary people here who had the same experiences as Qi Leren. They received "survival days" by constantly going to other worlds or performing tasks in the main world, and they would die once the survival days were exhausted. In the Nightmare World, apart from a few human settlements where the status quo of peace has been maintained, other places were ruled by demons. Qi Leren was very surprised, because he found that the Nightmare World had the same story background as the Nightmare Game he had played before entering here, but no one else had played this game, so he had to keep the secret and think about whether the tasks done in the Nightmare Game could be triggered in this world. Su He, who had been very mysterious in the first mission, also confessed his identity. It turned out that he was a Game Master from the Village of Dawn who went to investigate a bug in the Novice Village. Not long after settling in the Village of Dusk, Qi Leren triggered the compulsory task "Witchcraft Sacrifice" from the dead because of a murder case on the road.

3. [Witchcraft Sacrifice]: Qi Leren had to perform the "Witchcraft Sacrifice" task, but during the task, male players were given women's appearances, because the background of the task was that a small village that sacrificed thirteen girls to a demon every three years in order to seek refuge from the Devil. These girls killed each other in the forest, and finally a winner became a witch who served the Devil. Qi Leren, who had become a girl, met an iceberg, Ning Zhou, and fell in love with her at first sight. He pursued his beloved goddess while struggling to perform his task. The goddess seemed to have a good impression of him. After a series of adventures where they shared life and death, they finally defeated the powerful enemy and completed the task. The NPC Isabel finally became the witch who served the Devil. The two players met on the steel bridge in the Village of Dusk, but unfortunately he found that his goddess was also a man, and the undying love shared between the two people in the task quickly died.

4. [Seed of Slaughter]: After his failed first love, Qi Leren suffered a great blow and unfortunately met a player who had been parasitized by a seed of slaughter while flying in an airship. This player went mad because of the seed of slaughter’s outbreak, killing innocent people on the airship, but Qi Leren was parasitized by the seed of slaughter after killing him in defense, and then was taken away by the Village of Dusk’s judicial Trials Court. In order to remove the seed of slaughter, he made a deal with the Trials Office and became an undercover member of the crazy society that worshipped the Devil of Slaughter. Chen Baiqi, a businesswoman whom Qi Leren had met in the Village of Dusk, invited him to visit a common friend's grave on the Undead Island. After every player died in the Nightmare World, a tombstone was automatically generated on the island. As a result, Qi Leren found a large number of his own tombstones on the Undead Island. He had thought that his S/L skill was simply activated in the instant before he died. He felt very scared and questioned if he had already died, or if he was just a copy with his memories. On the Undead Island, his friend Chen Baiqi told him the story of Ning Zhou. Only then did Qi Leren know that Ning Zhou was an exorcist of the Nightmare World’s Holy See, and homosexuality was forbidden in the Holy See. Therefore, Ning Zhou was very pained after learning that he was a male, and Qi Leren felt very guilty.

5. [Castle Cry]: Qi Leren and his good friend Dr. Lu activated a copy task called "Castle Cry". The background of this copy was that three couples came to the mountains in the suburbs to watch the stars in the middle of the night for the once-a-century meteor shower. There was a European-style old castle built on the mountain during the Republic of China, which was said to have been built by a German couple who came to China to do business, and was later abandoned after a fire. The local government had repeatedly tried to repair the old castle, but accidents had occurred. No one had set foot on the old castle. At midnight that night, the clear night sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, raining heavily, and the six people were trapped on the top of the mountain. The rain was getting heavier and one of them proposed to take shelter from the rain under the eaves of the castle...

After entering the castle, Qi Leren and others dug up the old castle’s story. It turned out that a noble lady with a family history of hereditary mental illness had married her sweetheart, but her sweetheart loved her maid Adeline. The noble lady poisoned Adeline because of jealousy and married her sweetheart as she wished. After marriage, they came to China to do business and built the old castle. Her husband did not want her to give birth to children who might also suffer from the hereditary mental illness, so Nina, the housemaid, was instructed to add mercury powder to her diet as a contraception. After learning the side effects of the mercury powder, Nina secretly reduced the dose. Finally, the wife became pregnant. After Nina heard that the child would be deformed, she was very afraid, worried that the wife’s mental illness would be triggered if she gave birth to the deformed fetus, and she accidentally caused her to fall down the stairs and miscarry. After the miscarriage, the wife’s mental condition deteriorated sharply and she was often paranoid, suspecting that everything was caused by the ghost of Adeline, the maid she had poisoned, and the relationship between husband and wife almost broke down. In order to save her love, she began to sacrifice to the Devil, and finally became demonized herself, killing everyone in the castle and setting fire to it.

During the mission, Qi Leren found the laptop computer with the Nightmare Game, but the computer had run out of battery. He put away the computer and prepared to bring it back to the Village of Dusk to find someone to make a transformer so he could connect the power supply and try to play the ending. During the mission Su He reappeared, saying that there were some abnormal reactions in this mission, and it was suspected that demon energy had polluted the task’s world, which led to the plot confusion and difficulty increase. This mainly manifested in the fact that the crazy lady sacrificed to the Devil and gained demonic power after her mental illness worsened. This mission should not have had such a plot. With the help of Su He, Qi Leren and Dr. Lu successfully solved the problem of the crazy lady and finished the task, then returned to the Village of Dusk, but the laptop mysteriously disappeared from Qi Leren’s item storage.

6. [Slaughter Secret Society]: After returning to the Village of Dusk, Qi Leren received a notice from the Trials Court asking him to disguise himself as the secret lover the former head of the Slaughter Secret Society (deceased), and seize the Slaughter Secret Society’s memento ring to gain the command of the Slaughter Secret Society, so that the Trials Court could catch all those crazy believers. Qi Leren approached the members of the Slaughter Secret Society as the coquettish gay "Red". During the mission, he was unfortunately attacked by Ning Zhou and both of them were shocked. During the undercover mission, Ning Zhou helped him get out of trouble several times. Both of them vaguely felt that they still liked each other. Although they were not women, they were still attracted to each other. After successfully seizing the Slaughter Secret Society’s memento ring and handing it over to the Court, Qi Leren had the seed of slaughter removed and triggered the main task "The Dream of the Holy Nun".

7. [The Dream of the Holy Nun]: The Dream of the Holy Nun was carried out in the main world, involving the past where the old Devil led the demons to invade the human world more than 20 years ago. At that time, the Holy City where the Vatican was located was unsustainable, and the Holy See evacuated urgently to Neverland. The Holy Nun Maria couldn't bear to see the people of the Holy City slaughtered by the Devil and created a powerful field, sheltering the whole Holy City in her territory. After the war, the old Devil was killed and the Holy City was left with serious destruction. After more than 20 years, the Holy City was still protected by the remnants of the Holy Nun and was shrouded in fog and inaccessible. Qi Leren got the Holy Nun Maria’s memento in the Village of Dusk, and he could enter the Holy City with it. At the same time, he also learned that Ning Zhou was the son of Maria and a player. In order to fulfill Maria's last wish—to liberate the closed and dying Holy City—Qi Leren, Ning Zhou, Dr. Lu, and Su He went to the Holy City together.

At this time, the Holy City is still peaceful, unlike the nightmare of the outside world. However, Qi Leren and his party had found an abnormality. No newborn had been born in the Holy City for more than 20 years and, from a certain year, every night of the new moon the citizens had to fall asleep before midnight and sleep until dawn, otherwise they would disappear. In order to explore the truth and fulfill Maria's last wish, the group of people began to investigate the cause of the abnormality. Finally, it was found that a surviving witch who had followed the old Devil King was accumulating strength to unlock the Holy Nun’s seal, which caused the sleeping people to change from human beings to demons because of the influence of demon energy on every lunar night, while the humans who remained awake became the targets of the demons, who hunted, brutally killed, and ate them. Qi Leren and others opened the seal on the site of the Vatican and acted separately.

When Qi Leren came to the cathedral where Holy Nun and old Devil had fought in the war, he found that his good friend, Su He, who had always been mysterious, gentle, and powerful, turned out to be a Devil. After the death of the old Devil, he gained part of the Devil’s power and had been secretly planning something. When he was in the Novice Village he had discovered Qi Leren's uniqueness, so he had been deliberately approaching him and using him, successfully following him into the Holy City protected by the Holy Nun’s power, and reached the old Devil as he wished. Su He let Qi Leren choose whether to degenerate into a demon or die. Qi Leren pretended to obey and died with Su He after saving, but failed because of the great disparity in strength and was finally killed by Su He, who was summoned by a messenger of the Devil of Power to leave the Holy City.

Because he had an item that would resurrect him in seven days, Qi Leren wrote a 7 on the ground in blood before he died, trying to tell Ning Zhou that he would be resurrected in seven days, but suddenly remembered that 7 means I love you in the Nightmare World. After Ning Zhou arrived, Su He had already left, leaving only Qi Leren’s body and a misunderstood confession. Ning Zhou realized that he was deeply in love with Qi Leren, regardless of gender, and that he loved this person's soul. So Ning Zhou returned to the Vatican in Neverland after the funeral, confessed his sin of falling in love with the same sex to the Pope, and left the Holy See.

So ends the first chapter.

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As the sun rises and the moon sets, the days and nights change. Seven days are fleeting.

The Garden of the Holy Tomb was wrapped in a gentle barrier.

Here, the sun was blazing, and it was also hit by an afternoon rainstorm. Countless monsters lingered outside the enchantment, showing malicious curiosity about the scent of a human inside the enchantment. But because they can't destroy the enchantment, they left disgruntled.

The breeze blew, tossing up the blue and white petals on the branches and they fell in great numbers to the ground, as well as to the hollow tree that had become a tomb. In just seven days, layer upon layer of petals had covered the man sleeping in the tree tomb, letting him be buried in this annihilated city together with the fallen flowers.

[Countdown to resurrection: 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, and 0 seconds.]

[Easter Egg has taken effect, all skills and items are returned.]

[Player Qi Leren has completed The Dream of the Holy Nun. The task completion rate was 117%. Obtain special task clues, and reach the Purgatory deep in the Underground Ant City within 23 days for the next task to auto-trigger. If it becomes overdue, it will be regarded as giving up the task.]

[The reward is 90 survival days, and the unexpected factors interfering with the task progress have given an additional reward of 10 survival days.]

[Player Qi Leren has completed the achievement of "Deceiving the Devil of Fraud". The reward is the skill card "Secretly Observing".]

Qi Leren opened his eyes.

Stiffness, soreness, heaviness... Countless negative states superimposed on him, making him almost think he was paralyzed. The world consisted of mottled floating light and shadow, but the fresh scent of flowers and plants entered his nose.

The heart was beating again, the blood was flowing again, the lungs were filling again, and the Qi Leren was gasping for breath. The body that had been suspended in death for seven days seemed to have just been lifted out of an ice coffin. All of the organs in his body had almost forgotten how to operate, so they could only restart with difficulty as they let him change back from a dead person to a living person.

It took him a long time to remember everything, including his own name, but the next thing went smoothly. Qi Leren quickly recalled where he was and what he’d experienced—he was killed by the Devil of Fraud and the murderer had gotten the demon crystal of the old Devil before he left, but he’d concealed the fact that he would be resurrected in seven days.

Ning Zhou!

Qi Leren suddenly sat up from the tree tomb. He was dizzy because of insufficient blood pressure, and his spine made a scary "click" sound which made him almost think it was going to break. Fortunately, it held up strongly. Because of lack of oxygen in the brain, Qi Leren lay back again, staring at the blue sky and white clouds overhead.

The Dream of the Holy Nun task had been completed, that was to say, Maria's field had been solved. There was no doubt that the person who completed it was Ning Zhou, not Qi Leren who had won by lying down. Now that the task had been completed Ning Zhou had left the Holy City, but he had stayed in the Garden of the Holy Tomb because Ning Zhou had left his "corpse" here.

Thankfully, Ning Zhou didn't cremate him. Thank you customs of the Holy See!

Orthodox Vatican people usually put corpses in open coffins, covered them with cloth or other materials, and then buried them in the coffins after they decayed into bones. Because if a corpse was buried directly in the ground, the power of faith couldn’t dissipate, and the corpse often couldn’t rot for several years, so it needed to be placed in the open air to wait for the power of faith to collapse naturally. This process was also considered as the process of the soul ascending to heaven.

Although Qi Leren was not a member of the Holy See, Ning Zhou followed this custom and left him a whole corpse.

His body recovered some strength, and Qi Leren's thinking recovered from the initial delay to his usual state. He sat up and drank some water, and recalled his "death".

Death was like sleeping to the extreme. He had no longer been able to feel anything externally, but he had started "dreaming".

A looming dream that made him feel lost.

He had dreamed of Ning Zhou's mother, Maria.

She sat on a swing in the Garden of the Holy Tomb, which was on the big tree that was later broken by lightning while it was still verdant. At that time, Maria was not the famous Holy Nun. She was just a young girl, swinging on a swing in the warm afternoon, enjoying the beautiful time of youth and leisure.

Qi Leren walked towards her. Maria saw him and nodded to him with a smile. Her blue eyes seemed like the blue sky.

The sky... Qi Leren's consciousness was shocked by this deep blue. He suddenly flew, as if his soul had detached from his body, rising higher and higher, and the Garden of the Holy Tomb grew small beneath his feet. Together with the old site of the Holy See, it all became far away. The whole Holy City was brought before his eyes, and then the distant mountains and rivers... Countless demons were wandering, human beings were experiencing unprecedented suffering and struggling to survive, all of the cruelty of this world was shown to him.

He seemed to be a god overlooking the world, staring at the devastated land with compassionate eyes, but he could do nothing but grieve. This pain lashed his soul and great sadness tormented him. He desperately wanted to do something for the world, but found himself as weak as a worm.

"Look, when you stand at this height, you will find that you are even smaller and weaker than you think."

A gentle female voice came from behind, and Qi Leren "saw" Maria behind him. He understood why there was always a lingering pity and sadness in her eyes.

"But such fragile human beings have to fight against this world persistently, control their own destiny and the destiny of the world, and we never give up. Let the Devil go back to hell, let human beings dominate this human world, and let foreigners like you return to their own world—the martyrs who are gone worked hard for this, and one day, this dream will be realized."

"Ms. Maria, why did we come here from our own world?" Qi Leren asked.

Maria shook her head gently. "This is something that the will of the world decided. We suspect that it was only an accident at first. Later, it deliberately introduced more foreigners and wanted you to maintain this unbalanced world. Unfortunately, there are too many variables amongst you, and the fallen foreigners have aggravated this imbalance... It still has not given up... You have to be careful, you are already the object of observation."

The feeling of being secretly watched made him uneasy, and Qi Leren wanted to ask more questions, but he has already started to fall.

From the sky, dropping rapidly and falling to the earth!

This feeling of weightlessness was like being awakened every night by his nightmares, when he woke up in horror at the memories of his deaths, sweating profusely.

There was only Maria's gentle but regretful voice in his ear: "I can't tell you any more. Come to the church. I have something for you."

The dream of Maria had ended, and the Qi Leren who had come back from the dead recalled this strange dream. He understood that this was not an ordinary dream, but the residual power of Maria’s influence on him. It seemed that he must go to the church at the top of the former site of the Vatican again.

His body gradually recovered its strength and Qi Leren gawked at the Vatican uniform on himself, and the white roses that had already withered on him. Those thoughts about Ning Zhou that he didn’t dare to dwell on rushed back to his mind.

Love at first sight, feelings amidst danger, life and death before disaster... The beauty in these memories was deeply buried in shock when they had met again, but his death was the key to awaken everything, and the mistaken confession of that which should not be said was the straw that crushed everything.

He shouldn't have said anything, he should have died in silence.

If Qi Leren could go back in time and choose again, he would not write down the 7. He would rather swallow this overflowing love silently and would rather let Ning Zhou think he was really dead, so that he wouldn’t be forced to go down this blind alley that would only lead him to the fire-lake of hell.

He couldn't tell the person whom he loved, who maybe loved him, that he loved him.

Because this was an impermissible and sinful love.

He was not afraid to fall in love with Ning Zhou, but he was afraid that this love would bring pain to Ning Zhou. He was even afraid of himself, who was full of hope and longing in his heart—how could he expect a saint to admit his guilt over such a love?

This secret expectation was selfishness and even sin.

How was Ning Zhou now? And where was he? Would he return to the Holy See? Could he go back?

When love broke taboos, how could a devout believer face the reality that he had deviated from his faith? He was destined to give up one of them.

Qi Leren shook his hand and picked up the bunch of white roses on him.

The roses had already withered, and fragile yellow petals fell from the stems that had had their thorns shaved off, just seven.

That is Ning Zhou’s silent answer.

Qi Leren slowly showed a smile, but his eyes were wet-

On the ring finger of his left hand, there was a ring made up of grass stalks. It was so rough and humble, like a craft made by a child. If it fell to the ground, no one would look at it again.

It just so happened that it was placed on Qi Leren’s ring finger, a symbol of love, commitment, and eternity.

Therefore, its destiny was not to be a toy woven by a child, but to be the most faithful and brave answer given by a devout believer after he had tortured himself and subverted his faith.

A pair of lovers who shouldn't fall in love, at both ends of life and death, spoke their own words from the soul.

I love you.

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Editor’s Notes:

Welcome back! A little bit of housekeeping to begin:

[Here] is the NovelUpdates page for part 2.

I made up a little [list of significant characters] who appear in part 1, including which skill cards they have, for anyone who would like a refresher. This is also linked at the top of part 2′s TOC page.

As was the case for most of part 1, I intend for chapter updates to be every second day. I will mention if this is ever subject to change.

Lastly, while this chapter does not have an author’s note, I wanted to include a note from part 2′s summary section since it gives some fun hints of what’s to come:

“PPPS: Inspiration comes from horror movies and games such as the Alien series, the Silent Hill series, the Resident Evil series, Bloodborne, Dark Souls 3, etc. There are also a number of documentaries used, specifically when it comes to time periods.”

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Hi darling, Idk if you talked about this before, but what do you think about Rumeysa (Mustafa's concubine)? Do you think they planned to make her Mustafa's wife untill the actress was changed? And also, if she would've become his wife, how do you think she'd act in comparison to how Mihrunnisa (queen) acted? We didn't really see a lot of her but I wanted to know what do you believe they wanted to do with her character

Hey, dear! 🤗 No, I haven't talked about Rumeysa in here. I'll cover the S03 one and the S04 one separately, because in practice, they're both very different characters.

I strongly dislike S03 Rumeysa as a character, to be brutally honest. She goes all good, nice and innocent, when secretly she's sneaky and even manipulative in order to fulfill her goals. The thing that annoys me the most is not necessarily her fixation on Mustafa and how she wants to get him, because after all, it's a harem and everyone wants to get him, but how nearly inexplicable her whole motivation is, in spite and outside of that.

I feel Rumeysa's arc could be split in two almost separate halves - her set-up in the harem (pre-E93) and her as a favorite in the harem. (post-E93). The most interesting things about her were precisely her set-up and backstory. The way she was sent to the harem, the way she was tied to signora Gabriella, the way both of them were about to reunite and when that happened, Rumeysa was just confused more than anything... The idea of sisters finding each other within these harem walls was fascinating, but that was seemingly dropped. I feel even from this point on that the show tried to make a case of a person who's been long in the harem and has lost the touch of a free life to the point of being afraid to leave, but her confusion on the signora and her refusal to go with her was the only part they pulled off. (not to mention they executed that concept much better with Sümbül!) Then begins the second half of her arc that went in another direction the writers didn't succeed to make me get. I didn't get why she wanted Mustafa so much. She said she wanted and appreciated Mustafa a lot and that was why she wanted to leave and this trainwreck began all of a sudden! That doesn't make any sense! She had no (or at least not pivotal) scenes with Mustafa before E93, she neither experienced a desire to get Mustafa, nor was it shown to the audience in any way before the convenient moment. Her build-up was never about Mustafa before then. Her arc was never about Mustafa before then. And yet Mustafa became the center of her character, to the point it's as if they were like: "let's have another woman for Mustafa, but this time with an even more overexaggerated you might think it was Turhan Hürrem-esque arc, so we can make her his full on woman!". She was paving her way through sneaky methods to the point of hypocrisy for no reason, she didn't even have much of a threat, either. Ayşe Hatun put pressure on her once in a while, but it felt understandable when she had a child from Mustafa and that, Rumeysa started acting this confident just like that. I get that in the harem you have to be sorta like that in order to survive, etc., but with Rumeysa that wasn't enough of a motivation! She seemed just fine under Mahidevran and taking care of Nergisşah before then, she could calm people down, what happened? And notice how in the second part of her arc these scenes were lowered to the minimum, or recontextualized, at the very least, so you can't buy anything with her anymore.

But wait, what if she always wanted Mustafa when she arrived? Then every moment of kindness she has shown, even to the little child, becomes even worse in retrospect, because it would either just suit her interest, either become a jarring contrast with what she has shaped up to be. But wait actually, that effect is achieved even without her arc being split in two halves! I would've sympathized with her much more if there was some additional motivation, like everyone else basically, but honestly, the harem excuse is all we could use with her and in her case, that just doesn't suffice, especially for such a big shift in storylines. And then after building up to a halvet, we had the halvet and it was over and left me very unsatisfied. (okay, that's probably because of the actress, but still)

She was screwed up spectacularly at best and downright horrible at worst. Her early concept was way too good to be left out like that and since that leaving out was maybe inevitable for the writers, they had to do this transition better and have the first half of the arc be focused on Rumeysa, as well as Gabriella, instead of making this whole line with her being Gabriella's sister she was searching for more of a plot twist than an organic build-up, because Gabi was the one click baited to want Mustafa! This character ended up being defined by her goal she was trying to fulfill and nothing else, not any redeeming quality whatsoever.

I think Rumeysa was the least suited woman for Mustafa, yes, even less than Fatma. Because if Fatma had some love for him and was genuinely trying to calm him down after Efsun at first, with Rumeysa we simply had steps to get him right from the start and an entire ordeal that wouldn't sit well with Mustafa. We didn't even know not only why she wanted Mustafa, but also what was it she had with Mustafa - was it love, was he just a vessel for her to rise in the hierarchy (that's probably it for me), what was next when he was all hers etc. We have no feelings, no insight here and Mustafa himself was only slightly intrigued at best. And even if she were there for the battle of the throne, she would definetly scheme even more actively than anyone else and that would seriously clash with Mustafa's desires. I don't think she would suit S03B Mustafa's level of maturity, either.

Yes, I would say S03 Rumeysa could very well be the endgame for Mustafa and become his wife if it wasn't for the actress leaving and stuff, because of how she was framed to succeed. This part of Rumeysa's arc existed in a vacuum, it was a tiny victory after a tiny victory due to sly thinking that she was always allowed to get away with somehow. Again, the way she was slowly, but surely getting her way reminded me of all the Hürrem-esque arcs in the series that did end up with these women becoming the total favourites and I wouldn't be surprised at the least if they kept that pattern of success with Rumeysa, since it was very present in her arc.

[While we're at it, I didn't get why Mahidevran believed her so much. On one hand, yes, character development, because, as seen with Mihrünnisa later, as well, Mahidevran no longer gets suspicious of the nature of these women and only intervenes when she sees a decision of Mustafa's regarding them that could potentially be dangerous for his future, coupled with the fact that Mahidevran values loyalty a lot and she has seen nothing but that with Rumeysa. But on the other hand... Mahi is usually so perceptive when it comes to women that could actually be problematic or dangerous for him and Rumeysa being the only exception then was as much character development and the chance of lowering her guard because of the calmer environment as it was.. way too convenient, since we saw Rumeysa was playing a game behind the curtain. Especially the situation when Rumeysa provoked Ayşe Hatun on purpose for Mahi and Musti to see and Mahi not listening to Ayşe or Fidan's warnings about Rumeysa, along with her fully adapting to the harem laws she was previously against and taking on her role as a Valide in Mustafa's harem, was almost like Plot Armor for Rumi similarly to how Hürrem acted accordingly when she saw SS listening to her in the candle mirror in E44, albeit in the opposite way. I view that as a clear recipe for narrative favor and I was appalled that it had to be with such a character.]

If S03 Rumeysa became his wife, I don't see her acting much like Mihrunnisa. First off, due to how her arc was framed, Ayşe Hatun would have very much stayed as an antagonist of hers (even though Rumi wouldn't view her as one in their confrontations) and would try to eliminate her in a secret, subtle and cunning way. While Rumeysa would definetly try her all to keep Mustafa safe and would try to win Mahidevran's support for the marriage the way Mihrunnisa did, Rumi would have more of an agenda of her own she would follow. I won't be surprised if she tried head down on the path to overpower them all in her influence of him, either. Mustafa and Mihrunnisa were partners more than anything, with the same ideals, aspirations and desires. They were very close in their way of thinking and how they would approach problems, that's why they had such a deep bond. S03 Rumeysa would get further and further away from Mustafa's personality as his wife and if the other S04 events are canon, she would probably indeed go and reveal Bayezid's marriage with Huricihan the moment Mustafa refused to and act herself instead.

S04 Rumeysa is barely there, but I like her a bit better. She is an entirely different character with her consistent worries for the future, her more caring and protecting nature and even Mahidevran's more "I'm fed up with all this" attitude to her. Even if we add S03 Rumeysa to the mix, we get at least more feeling out of her and what was she all about and we get some other contrasting facets of hers as a bonus: in contrast to Rumi calming Mahidevran down when Mustafa disobeyed SS's order in E91/2 (my favourite S03 Rumeysa scene, but it was also kinda ruined post-E93), now Mahidevran tells her not to worry so much. Thing is, S04 Rumeysa could very well work without S03 Rumeysa both because of the different actress and the different characterization that could only loosely recontextualize S03 Rumeysa at best, and since there was a time skip, some random concubine and favourite Mustafa slept with and she became pregnant wouldn't be out of the question at all. Yes, her death would probably have less impact that way, but nor could I ever bother with S03 Rumeysa, nor would it be weird because of her different dynamics, which made her look almost foreign in comparison. (that's not on the actress, both Rumeysas were great!) And it would be as impactful as it would've been for Mustafa and Mahidevran, because the loss of the child would be just as devastating for him and was still tied to the mirror of sin.

If S04 Rumeysa didn't die and became Mustafa's wife, I think their bond would be focused more on their future child than anything. Rumeysa would probably act similarly to S03 Ayşe Hatun, only in a more secure position, I see a lot of similarities there. I don't think their bond would be as deep, but they could have the chance to get close for a little bit. I see Rumeysa refraining from acting so much, because of her worrying for the consequences, but when that fear gets the best of her, she could take desperate measures.

#magnificent century #muhteşem yüzyıl #muhtesem yuzyil #rumeysa hatun #ask #queen-deter #that's basically why S03 Rumeysa annoys me so much #actually strongly disliking her is an understatement #i may overexagerrate but she indeed is one of my least favourite characters in the show #the interesting thing is that Firuze had similar problems with her ambiguity #but not only is she an antagonist rather than one we're supposed to root for in narrative #we see her helping nature outside of her plan which helps us buy it much more and actually be a more functional contrast #unlike rumeysa #and while she was written in two halves as well i'll probably call them pre-plan of twist and post-plan of twist #the build up was slower and more detailed since it was framed as a mistery we weren't supposed to buy #so her motivations were more interesting to decipher #and she had a personality outside of the schemes that could work outside of the planning issues #rumi is more like Turhan in comparison #a much softer version ofc but still

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Why Meghan Markle Is a Champion for All Women

By Brittany Alexandra Sulc, updated on May 1, 2021

March is women’s history month, and the women of decades past deserve our celebration. Without them, we wouldn’t have the right to vote, own property or have a say in our own reproductive rights. The thing is, if that’s our bar for women’s liberation, it’s really low. The life of Meghan Markle is a perfect example.

This woman, who’s as close to a real-life, modern-day princess as a person can get, has been harassed, scrutinized and picked apart by the media and the royal family alike. In celebration of International Women’s Day, Meghan Markle’s bold moves are proof of how far we’ve come. Our treatment of her is proof of how far we have to go.

Meghan Markle is a new kind of royal, and not everyone’s a fan.

Let’s roll the tapes, shall we? Meghan Markle was born and raised in Los Angeles, California, and identifies as mixed-race. At age 11, Meghan confronted Procter & Gamble about a national dish soap campaign that she believed was sexist. A few months later, the company changed its ads.

She excelled in school, graduating from Northwestern in 2003 with a double major in theater and international studies. She went on to become an actress but met initial resistance because of her "ethnically ambiguous" looks. While she waited for her acting career to take off, she supported herself by teaching bookbinding and working as a freelance calligrapher. In 2011, she landed a lead role in USA’s "Suits," which she continued for several seasons through 2017.

She met Prince Harry in 2016, and the couple hit it off instantly. Less than two years later, they were married, and the following year, they welcomed their first child. At first glance, that sounds like every American girl’s dream. After growing up with Disney, "Princess Diaries" and the "Prince and Me," we all secretly loved the idea of being a princess. Meghan Markle lived out our dreams, but as it turns out, they weren’t as idyllic as we imagined.

In the five years since Meghan Markle met her prince, she has:

Struggled to gain acceptance from the royal family.

Been the target of harsh criticism and constant rumors from the British press and numerous tabloids. It got so bad that Prince Harry filed a defamation suit against one of them, which he recently won.

Had every detail of her past and personal life examined under a magnifying glass and exploited.

Faced significant backlash over her supposed choice to break with royal tradition.

Essentially, she dared to be American, middle-class, mixed-race, feminist and human. And she was punished for it.

Meghan Markle’s split from royal life was a symptom of a society stuck in the past. During Meghan’s time as an active member of the royal family, she faced a markedly different response from the media than her sister-in-law Kate Middleton. Meghan Markle’s previous divorce was picked apart, despite the fact that it happened years earlier. Something as innocuous as rubbing her pregnant belly, a pretty universal expecting-mom habit, was called "vain," while Kate was praised for doing the exact same thing.

Tabloids constantly portrayed Meghan as a rebellious villain set on breaking from tradition. In an 84-minute interview with Oprah, which was a scandal in and of itself, Meghan insists that couldn’t be further from the truth. She did her best to support the royal family, but they failed to return the favor.

When they had the opportunity to go on public record and deny slanderous rumors about her, they declined. In the interview, Meghan Markle stated, "They were willing to lie to protect other members of the family, but they weren’t willing to tell the truth to protect me and my husband."

When she appeared on the cover of almost every British tabloid, the royal institution asked her to lay low, despite the fact that she had left the house only twice in the previous months. It was all about appearances. Speaking of appearances, there was also a discussion about how her son would look when he was born. Specifically, whether his skin would be dark. Between blatant racist and sexist remarks to controlling isolation and a lack of support from "the firm," Meghan Markle’s mental health suffered. Whose wouldn’t?

In the 21st century, we’re still prioritizing appearances over mental health and human welfare. It needs to stop.

Meghan Markle endured all of this while pregnant, breastfeeding and adapting to motherhood. She went on to experience a miscarriage as well. Miscarriages are quite common, and they often happen without any apparent cause. Still, pregnancy is a physically taxing feat, and it’s possible for stress to impact a woman’s ability to sustain a healthy pregnancy. It’s insane that in 2021 we have cause to wonder whether the world stressed a so-called princess into a miscarriage.

How we treat people has a profound effect on their well-being. A modern-day "princess" felt so alone, so mistreated, that she didn’t want to be alive anymore. This is in her own words. She was so miserable that she didn’t feel like herself, experiencing terrifying, concrete thoughts about ending her own life. She felt trapped in a very similar way many of us felt during 2020’s lockdown, isolated and out of options. She sought help and was told no repeatedly because of how it might look, even when her life was at risk.

She attended an event in a beautiful, sparkling blue gown, because she did not trust herself to stay home alone. Harry clung to his wife’s hands in love and fear, while she cried every time the cameras turned away. The pictures show only her smiles.

Meghan Markle is the kind of princess we should all support.

To say that the situation was unacceptable was an understatement. It could easily be said that it was abusive. The dark, controlling nature of royal life was thick with racist overtones. The accusation that the couple abruptly left the royal family was, according to their interview with Oprah, entirely false. And we believe them. They left because, after two years of asking for help, they received none. Harry feared that he would lose his wife due to the toxic treatment by Britain’s oldest institution — much as he lost his mother Diana. The institution was more afraid of losing the favor of the tabloids than of losing the first person of color in their family to depression.

When the couple relocated to Canada, protections for them and their son Archie were cut off. Their location was already public knowledge, so they relied on Tyler Perry’s generous support to stay safe. When death threats are a common occurrence, safety is a pretty big consideration. They later moved to California, where they’ve spent the last year restarting their lives almost from scratch.

Meghan Markle entered the royal family with the intention of being a devoted part of it. There was no sinister plan to steal a prince from his royal lifestyle. Meghan and Harry left out of necessity. In many ways, it was an escape. Leaving simply wasn’t done, but they bravely did it anyway.

Love her or hate her, Meghan Markle deserves your respect.

She had no obligation to live the life Queen Elizabeth, the media, or anyone else expected of her.

In Markle's interview, she stated that during the wedding, her wedding, it didn’t feel like her day. It was a day for the world. The expectation was that she married a centuries-long institution, but she chose to, very simply, marry the man she loved instead. She’s now raising a beautiful family with him, passing on values they truly believe in. That’s a happily ever after we should support.

Whether or not Meghan Markle is a perfectly poised picture of royalty is irrelevant. She’s human, and it’s time we treat her like it. She elected to do what was right for her and her family despite scrutiny from the media and the royal family. Despite opposition from the literal queen.

It should not need to be said in 2021 that all women deserve respect, but apparently, it does. All women deserve respect, especially women like Meghan Markle. Meghan Markle represents us all. She represents the woman who wants privacy in the days after giving birth to her first child. The woman who gets upset with her sister-in-law, then has to defend herself against a twisted version of the story making national news. She represents the women whose health and happiness came second because of damaging stigmas. She represents the woman of color who doesn’t ever get a fair shot, no matter how hard they try to do everything "right."

Like her or not, every woman can see a part of herself in Meghan Markle. That’s why it’s so important to support each other. While the royal family didn’t speak out in support of Meghan Markle, 72 female members of British parliament did. We can only hope that the next time a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman of color joins Britain’s royal family, they think twice about how they treat her. Then, they treat her right.

#meghan markle #duchess of sussex #royals #brf #british royal family #prince harry #duke of sussex

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AWOL 24

(The Return of the Ghost Buddies! Also, Savage is a Worried Dad, Maul is the worst babysitter but he and Merrin make a good acting team, and Barriss finally starts getting honest with herself about her feelings.)

It figured that the only person in the haphazard group of castaways who could actually hear him would be the one stunned and put in Force restraints.

Nilam sighed. He’d been able to follow Barriss to Florrum ahead of the turtle tanker, by virtue of being unfettered by mere mortal bonds. There wasn’t any point in staying; Maul was ignoring him, Savage covered his fear of him by making snide ‘Darth Pregnant’ jokes, Feral had enough to think about without poltergeist activity beside his sickbed, and Merrin seemed the type to try to capture him in a bottle and set him on a shelf for purely aesthetic purposes. However, if he could not get through to Barriss, his hands were tied.

“Hello again, old friend.”

If he had been corporeal, the speed at which he whipped around at the sound of this other voice might have sent him into an undignified fall. The ghost of Master Qui-Gon Jinn smirked.

“Didn’t expect to see me, did you?”

Nilam gave him a tired smile. “No, but your presence is greatly appreciated.”

“What happened? It’s only been three or four days since we last spoke. I thought your charges were safely away from mine.”

“Yes, well, my charges are idiots.”

The Jedi chuckled. “So are mine. This one,” he pointed to the Togruta girl, “is my great-grand-Padawan. She and the boy with her sacrificed their freedom so the younglings in their care could escape these pirates. I’m both proud and somewhat annoyed that their cockamamie plan actually worked.”

“It sounds like she fits right into Yoda’s lineages. At least you have something to be proud of her for. Mine just bolted right into Ohnaka’s arms when her commitment issues suddenly came face-to-face with her marriage and the feelings that chased it.”

Jinn’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait…she’s married?”

“Yes, to Maul.”

“When did that happen?”

“Before I got involved.”

“Is this one of those Dathomiri kidnappings? Because Barriss could just renounce her Claim; my Master once had to force a Nightsister to renounce her Claim on me.”

“...Long story, huh?”

“Not nearly long enough, that was the end of it…at least, it was for me.”

“Well, this isn’t quite the same situation. Barriss is essentially married according to Mirial custom as well, only she either doesn’t know it or is as heavily in denial about it as she is about the fact that she’s fallen in love.”

Jinn gaped. “…And I thought Anakin’s ‘secret’ marriage was bad.”

“…Anakin, as in the Chosen One?”

“Yes.”

“Is secretly married.”

“If by ‘secret’ you mean ‘they haven’t told anyone but they don’t have to because it is blatantly obvious’, then yes.”

“…Tell me everything.”

“Are you sure? It’s a long story.”

“And I’ve got time to kill. It’s either that or tossing glasses around in the bar area to cause a little chaos.”

“I think I’d honestly prefer to do that.”

“Ah, but we can haunt and talk at the same time. Come with me…”

***

Savage insisted that Merrin wear her long mourning veils when she went with Maul to the pirate compound. She nodded agreeably. “It will conceal the knives on my person.”

The Opress got on one knee and looked her dead in the eye. “It will conceal your body, child. I wasn’t joking when I said they’d make you a concubine if they could, whether you like it or not. Keep them on; being out of sight will be half the battle here.”

“The other half will be fighting back against those particular individuals who don’t care what you look like,” Maul said. “Stay close to me at all times; that will hinder them, but not necessarily stop them. If someone touches you, stab them, instantly.”

“Killing a pirate will get us noticed.”

“Immediate and violent reprisal against harassment and assault is not only expected in places such as these, it’s encouraged. You might be promoted on the spot for your perceived vivacity.”

“Or I might stab the wrong person and get us both killed.”

The brothers shook their heads. “That’ll only happen if you kill the monkey-lizards,” Savage drawled. “Little brats have the run of the place. Anyone else will just respect your boldness.”

“It’s a wretched hive of scum and villainy, little Nightsister. If they push you, push back.”

She took a deep breath, and nodded. “Very well.”

Savage smiled. “Good woman,” he murmured, pulling out a hidden communicator. “Now, Maul has one of these, but you need one in case something happens to his. Tuck it under one of your bangles…yes, that works…and here’s how to use it.” Once he got done explaining the simple little two-button system, he patted her on the head. “Feral will be listening at all times. Send the distress signal, and we’ll come to your location immediately.”

“I will.”

He nodded. “Safe journey to you, Sister.” And then he slowly stood, and watched with troubled eyes as she and Maul started across the wasteland. When they were out of sight, the ship took off again; it would cruise through the atmosphere, so that it could hopefully avoid the Ohnaka gang’s ‘toll collectors.’

Maul set off at a harsh pace, so that Merrin had to jog to keep up. “Brother Maul, I must insist you slow down.”

“We haven’t time to dally. We need to get in, assess the situation, get Barriss, and get out.”

“But our cover story is that we are father and daughter. We have to at least look like we have some care for each other.”

He stopped, turned abruptly, and considered her.

A minute later, Maul was speed-walking across the putrid sulfur fields with Merrin seated uncomfortably on his back. “They will see that I am far too old for rancor-back rides,” she muttered, pouting.

“I’ll wave it off as nostalgic zeal.”

“They will see that you are not the type to develop such sentiment.”

“Pipe down and let me concentrate. You’re heavy.”

“That is because I am too old…”

“Shut up.”

***

He set the little Witch down on her feet when they were in sight of the compound, and approached slowly, grabbing her hand and pulling her to his side. “Try to seem somewhat afraid,” he murmured. “Walk just slightly behind me, and tuck your face against my arm…yes, just like that.”

There weren’t terribly many guards – in the open at least. It was actually fairly clever how the patrols hid themselves by acting drunk and chatting, but Maul could sense the focus behind most of the pirates’ attention. An inexperienced observer would think them undisciplined, rowdy, and easily led, but Maul had seen them empty their freighter’s stores as efficiently as if they were in a factory. It would be a welcome challenge to lie successfully to their faces.

And then, two Nightbrothers stepped out from behind one of the ships in the yard. “Hey,” said one, a sturdy fellow with vibrant gamboge skin and deep brown markings. “Speak of the horned god…”

The other Nightbrother had terracotta-colored skin and blackish markings. He waved brightly at the duo of newcomers. “Come over here, my Brother!”

Merrin drew closer to his elbow, feigning shyness to speak softly. “Were there Nightbrothers with the pirates before?”

“No. Stay calm. I can amend our story.”

“You here for the dental benefits too?” the yellow man said as Maul and Merrin came closer.

“…Well, it’s among my reasons,” Maul replied in a passable imitation of Savage’s accent. “Really, we just needed to get away from Dathomir.”

“Doesn’t everyone?” The orange man grinned, and extended a hand. “Name’s Tare, and this is Ryp.”

“Malign,” good code names were ones he would answer to instinctively, “and this is my daughter, Ilyana.” He wasn’t too sure about that name, but Merrin seemed to be closely connected with it, so he allowed it.

“Your daughter?” Ryp cried. Maul and Merrin cringed, expecting him to reveal their lie, but he was happy, not outraged. “Where did you find a woman who let you see her?”

“Well, I didn’t really find her. My parents defected to a Day clan shortly before I was born; I was raised with her.” There, believable and succinct; easy as breathing.

“Lucky bastard. But what are you doing here, of all places?”

He allowed a hitch to creep into his voice. “There were wildfires a few months back. The women tried to fight them, but…well, there’s nothing left for us there.”

In a stroke of artistic brilliance, Merrin hid her face in his shoulder, and he squeezed her hand comfortingly.

The Nightbrother duo was appropriately affected. Tare even looked like he might cry. “Well,” he said. “You can definitely stay with us, for as long as you need. We’ll even put in a good word with Hondo.”

“In fact,” Ryp eyed Merrin. “We might not even have to. Daysisters know how to drive out ghosts, right…?”

***

“We’re doomed,” Merrin muttered as loudly as she dared.

“…What do you mean?” he asked. “Did you not protect…?”

“I reminded them that he was the son of…someone important, who could do more to them than I could. But I’m not an Expectress. I have no real training. If this is really a ghost…”

“Just walk into the kitchen, declare that it is yours, and command the spirit to go whence it came. Simple as that.”

“You say that now…”

“I’ve seen it done. I’ve done it. You can do this.”

As he said that, they entered the Ohnaka gang’s pub, in which pandemonium reigned supreme. Merrin was surprised to see that there wasn’t any broken glass; instead, it almost looked as if an invisible person a few centimeters shorter than Savage was calmly juggling several differently-colored flagons, while a jaunty tune whistled from elsewhere in the room. The bartender seemed more exasperated than afraid, but the tables were greatly enjoying this, setting bets on which bottle would break first.

“…I know that tune,” Maul murmured.

“From where?”

“Your…mother used to hum it while she cleaned her utensils,” he replied. “She said it was an old folk tune from her tribe.” He narrowed his eyes. “I think I know this particular ghost,” he said in her ear. “Don’t command him. Ask him nicely to leave.”

“But that won’t make him leave.”

“Do as I say.”

He’d been pretending to be a father for less than an hour, and already the man was putting on airs. Merrin sniffed. “Fine, but when it goes wrong, remember it is your fault.”

She walked forward to where the flagons were tumbling midair, and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, good sir,” she had only Maul’s word that it was, indeed, a sir, but that was better than nothing. “Would you mind setting the alcohol down? These good people are very thirsty.”

“Love, I got money riding on the red one to fall first!” a raucous voice called out. “Let it alone!”

Merrin shrugged. “You heard what he said. Set the red one down first.”

The flagons stilled in midair, then, one by one, came to rest on the table, starting with the red one.

A cheer erupted throughout the tavern, and money began changing hands. Maul sidled up close to Merrin just as an unsavory character called her ‘darling’ and offered to buy her a drink; when she felt his hand on her shoulder, she grinned. “And how about a lively song? Something we can dance to!”

The whistling voice quieted for a moment, and then broke into ‘Drunken Spacer’. Another, louder, cheer went up, and several pirates began to sing along with varying degrees of skill. Ryp started to jig, while Tare laughed and waved to one corner of the room.

“How’s that for some Dathomiri magic, boss?”

The Weequay in goggles dancing on a table to the chagrin of his ever-present monkey-lizard threw up two thumbs in approval. “This is the best investment Hondo Ohnaka has ever made! Do the Seppie-man next!”

Maul smiled down at Merrin. “We’re in.”

***

Barriss was fairly certain she hadn’t had a decent sip of water in two days. She wasn’t certain how long it had been for Ahsoka or Jinx. Ohnaka was a shrewd judge of their limits; they were all of species who could go for a week or so without properly rehydrating, and so he only allowed them half a mouthful of water at midday. There was no chance they were going to be able to run away on their own. They were going to be sold, plain and simple.

Oh well. She might as well go to Mirial; every other bridge had been burned at this point.

Stars, she was such a coward. For all her talk of despising division and desiring compassion, when the chips were down and her hand was weak, Barriss Offee folded. She’d run from the Order. She’d run from the GAR. And now, she’d run from the only viable allies she had left, all because she could not bear the way Darth Maul looked at her. Even now, whenever she closed her eyes she saw his, and felt the fire behind them…she’d gotten too close to that fire, too close, and now she’d been burned, and it was her own damnable fault.

What was wrong with her? She’d had crushes before; all Jedi did. But she’d been able to move past her childish flirting with Tutso Mara, and her flattery at Anakin Skywalker’s hand in a Temple dance, and her awe and admiration for Ahsoka Tano’s wit and tenacity. All of them had become simply friends, but with Maul, she couldn’t do that. He was the enemy, but he had never been her enemy. He was cunning and grace, and yet more forthright than anyone else she had ever known. He was deadly, and he was beautiful, not in spite of but because of his deadliness.

And she’d hurt him, by leaving in the way she did.

She might as well go to Mirial, and work herself into an infarction in the shipyards. She already felt like dying.

“And this is stash number five. Pay close attention; we have valuable prisoners stowed here for now.”

Hondo Ohnaka passed by her face. She didn’t budge, listening to him talk; this was an obvious tour for a new recruit, and her participation was decidedly not wanted.

“You keep prisoners in here? Don’t you have jail cells?”

…It couldn’t be. The accent was all wrong, but the cadences of his voice, the way he sang through each of his sentences…

“Of course we have jail cells! But these are Jedi! They break out of jail cells for a living! Better to keep them here, where we can have more eyes on them and more guns on them.”

“Jedi, huh?” Barriss opened her eyes; she was cut off from the Force, and she could still feel the effort it took for him not to snarl at the mention of his ancestral enemies. The angle at which her head was tilted only afforded her a look at his boots; his footwork was achingly familiar.

“Yes, Jedi! We have a great many resources here, my fine fellow. We can handle a Jedi or three! Now…since you mentioned it, let me show you the detainment levels. You can work as a guard there as well.”

“Right behind you, boss.”

There was only a hint of hesitation, the slightest delay, which let her know that he had seen her looking. He did not bring his eyes into view, or touch her, or even draw close; his intention had been to let her know he was there, and it ended simply. But…he would be back.

Her heart was racing, her stomach was fluttering, and it took every ounce of willpower to avoid hyperventilation. With every fiber in her body, she wanted never to speak with him again – and yet every atom of her being longed just to look at him one more time.

She might as well go back to Mirial. But for some reason, Barriss thought that that wasn’t the hand she was going to be dealt.

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jj-scottsbee · 4 years

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Little Sister

Prompt: You’re the younger sister of Loki and Thor. You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker right under their noses.

Warnings: smut, language

Being the little sister of two the most well-known Gods, had its ups and downs. You had two personal bodyguards, but those bodyguards often tended to get very over-protective and intrusive. You loved them both with your whole heart, but damn did they annoy the shit out of you at times. Privacy was never something they liked to give you, even after both Frigga and Odin discussed with them that you were a growing girl. You needed a certain amount of privacy. The talk took effect for about a week and then your brother's returned to scaring off possible lovers and even friends.

They had decided to bring you to Midgard with them, wishing to show you other realms and have you train with some of the most skilled people they knew. You had been ecstatic about moving to Midgard, excited to meet the mortals that your brother's considered to be their second family. The team had welcomed you with open arms, immediately treating you as if you were their own sister. All of them were protective of you, but Natasha and Wanda had helped set a few boundaries for the men. Your brothers finally began to give you little space and let you have your privacy. Neither of them were constantly by your side anymore, they weren't worried about where you were or what you were doing 24/7, anymore. In your new-found freedom, Tony had introduced you to Peter. The two of you hit it off instantly, both of you just clicked with each other. It wasn't long before an innocent friendship turned a little more serious. Unbeknownst to your brothers and the rest of the team.

In Asgard Loki, and Thor were very scary when it came to boys and the idea of courting. They were always the first to argue when the idea of a courting ball or introducing you to a possible future husband was thrown out. You were their little sister, their brotherly protectiveness always kicking in. They had adored since you were born, promising their Mother that they would always protect you. As one may have noticed, they had kept their promise and possibly taken it a bit too seriously.

When you and Peter began dating, the two of you decided to tell no one, except for May, Natasha, and Wanda. Those three women were the only ones the both of you trusted with your secret. You loved your brothers dearly, but you knew as soon as they found out about you and Peter, their old ways would come back. Quite possibly those old habits may become even worse if they knew about your current relationship.

So far you had been able to keep the relationship a complete secret from all the guys on the team for about 5 months. For a team that had spies, super-soldiers, an overly intelligent scientist, a billionaire genius, and two Norse Gods, you would have thought someone else would have caught on by now. Yes, you and Peter were careful of how you interacted with each other around everyone else, but there were still some obvious signs. You may have not been sucking each other's faces in front of the men of the team, but there were lingering glances, longing touches, and the time you two spent together, would most likely out the relationship if anyone else saw how you acted with Peter. The only person who was a little suspicious of you and Peter was Loki, but you brushed it off as him just being protective.

~ ~

You trudged out of the elevator, sleep still hanging on your body. You wore a baggy hoodie and pair of boxers that you told everyone you had bought, but in actuality, you had stolen them from Peter. Fuzzy socks covered your feet, keeping them warm against the marble floor. As you made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sweet smile of your boyfriend, Peter. He a bowl of cereal laid in front of him, as he stood at the counter.

"Morning Peter." You yawned, passing him. Opening one of the cupboards to grab yourself a cup, you took a quick glance around the floor.

"Babe, we're alone," Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you. Setting the cup down, now reassured that the two of you were alone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and put your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, as he placed both his hands on each of your hips.

"I missed you last night, where were you?" You pouted, pulling away from the kiss, but leaving your arms draped around the back of his neck. You had noticed his normal sleep attire of sweatpants and an old, ratted hoodie. You knew he slept at the tower last night and usually, when he does, he sneaks up to your room and spends the night with you.

"I tried, but Loki was like patrolling the halls. Every time I tried to get out, there he was. I'm pretty sure he thinks I have a UTI, because of how many times I told him I was just going to the bathroom." Peter breathed out, making you laugh a little. Though a little worry set in the back of your mind, what was Loki up to? What did he know?

"Make it up to me tonight?" You gave him a devilish smile, as you slid one hand down his body, stopping on his clothed package. You slowly palmed him through his sweatpants, watching as he eyed you dangerously.

"Of course," He smirked back at you, setting his hands on your ass. As you continued to palm his now hardening member, as he groped your ass aggressively. Both of you had a small case of sexual frustration since it had been a week since Peter and you had gotten down to business.

The ding of the elevator separated the two of you in a mere second, you went to fill your cup with water, as Peter began to eat his cereal once again as he scrolled through his phone. Tony and Steve entered the room, Tony already showered and Steve sweaty from his morning workout. Both of them distracted by their conversation, not bothering to give you two a second glance as they passed, heading towards the living room area. After the two men had passed you, Tony slowly came back. He was still facing the direction he been walking in previously, but retraced his step stopping across from you and Peter. You stood next to Peter now, both of you raised your eyes to meet Tony's as he turned around to face the two of you.

"Why you wearing those?" Tony questioned pointing at your pants, your heart froze and Peter mindlessly looked down at your choice of pants. His body tensed next to yours as he realized you were wearing his boxers.

"Their mine." You blurted out.

"I didn't ask that, but now I know they're actually his. I knew those looked familiar anyways, but thanks for the confirmation." Tony pointed from you to Peter and then back to the boxers you were in.

"You can't tell anyone, please Tony."

"How do you know those are mine?" Peter questioned.

"Uhm, secrets are hard and who do you think does your dirty laundry? Do you think your dirty clothes just magically disappear?" Tony asked sarcastically, "But I will keep my mouth shut, as long as no one gets pregnant."

"No need to worry, Natasha was sweet enough to get me on the pill." You offered, relief washing over your body. You knew Tony wouldn't tell your brothers on purpose, but he was known for having a bit of a big mouth.

After the little encounter with Tony, both of you became even more secretive. You constantly apologized to Peter for wearing his boxers and panicking under pressure. However, Peter being Peter he assured you multiple times that it was okay. For the next couple of days the two you kept your distance a little bit, hoping that Tony would forget about the whole situation. Unfortunately, Tony made it his mission to secretly tease the two of you about the relationship in front of everyone. Though he made sure to make comments that people wouldn't catch on too.

"So, Y/N you seeing anyone lately? Y'know, like romantically? Ya got your eye on any particular boy? Cause I heard Peter's single, so he's always an option." Tony rambled, as he walked into the living room. You and Loki were reading, while Thor and Clint sat on the opposite couch watching whatever was on tv. You closed your eyes, annoyance taking over.

"I'm not really looking for a relationship right now." You mumbled, trying to keep the annoyance you were feeling a secret. As soon as Tony had mentioned you being in a relationship, both of your brothers were quick to tune into the conversation. Loki gave Thor a questioning look and then turned towards Tony, who now stood in the kitchen.

"Y/N has no interest in boys right now, she need not worry about it anyway," Loki spoke up, waiting for you to nod in agreement. Thor was quick to agree but added in his thoughts.

"Well, to be honest brother, I would rather our little sister be interested in the tiny spider-boy rather than a stranger. We know where the skinny boy lives." Thor chuckled, Loki shrugging as it was a valid point. You rolled your eyes, as you pushed yourself off the couch.

"Well I'm gonna leave and I'm asking you nicely, please stop talking about my love life. You are all grown men, find yourselves, someone, before you discuss someone for me." You stated as you walked into the elevator. A chorus of 'heys' followed as the doors began to shut, Clint laughing as he commented that he already had a wife.

"I've got Pepper!" Tony yelled in a matter of fact tone, leaning over the counter to look at you.

"Oh please, everyone is still trying to figure out whether or not she is just a very realistic, robotic, sex-doll," Loki added, the argument that came after was completely silenced as the elevator began to move.

You let out a relieved breathe, happy to finally be away from Tony and your brothers. That was only one of the many times that Tony had made comments like that and you knew, Loki was slowly catching on. Thor was still obviously oblivious, as always.

You avoided everyone the rest of the day, sticking to your room. You texted Peter around 5 that you wanted to see him and you both agreed on sneaking into the living room around 10 and watching a movie together. Neither of you were feeling very risky currently, so you both planned on watching a comedy movie later. As always, you took a shower just before you went down to meet Peter. You shaved, everywhere, you put on Peter's favorite lotion of yours and some grey comfy shorts that sat just a little higher than they should. You couldn't help yourself, as you decided to go commando and no bra, with an oversized sweatshirt.

Both of you met in the living room around 10, knowing if anyone came in it wouldn't look like anything more than just two friends watching a movie. You let Peter pick the movie, as you grabbed two blankets. You two would definitely be sharing one, but you grabbed the other to make it look like you guys had two separate ones. You settled next to Peter, your shoulder's touching. Peter gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing the top of yours under the blanket.

Not even 20 minutes into the movie, Peter had managed to slip his hand from yours and place it on the inside of your thigh. You responded knowingly, as you untucked your legs from under you, widening them just enough. Peter pulled the blanket up just a little bit more, to hide his growing hard-on and the placement of his hand. Every time Peter moved his hand further up your thigh, he would glance over at you every time to make sure you were okay with what he was doing. You would meet his eyes only for a second, to give him the 'go-ahead' and then turn your attention back to the tv.

You could feel yourself, becoming wetter each time he would move his hand. Butterflies formed in your stomach, as he got closer and closer to your center. You moved your hips just slightly, motioning for him to just touch you already. He gave you a cocky smirk, as he slipped his hand up your shorts, realizing you had no underwear on.

"You planned on this, huh?" He teased, as he slowly began to massage your clit. You gave him a mischievous smile, as you turned your head towards him. He watched as your smile, turned into a look of pleasure as he began to add a little pressure.

You couldn't help yourself and moved so you now straddled him. He readjusted himself and then guided you down onto the bulge that sat trapped in his black joggers. You immediately set your lips on his, not even bother to wait for permission you let your tongue slip into his mouth. As your tongue explored his mouth, you slowly began to grind yourself onto his boner. The slight friction exciting you and the small groan that left Peter's mouth fueled you to keep going. Peter gripped your hips hard, lifting you slightly off of his lap. You had a knee on both sides of his lap holding you up, as he kept his lips on yours. Your hands sat on either side of face cupping him, he only stopped the kiss for a second to wet two of his fingers. He instantly connected with your lips again as he led his hand back down to your core once again.

A small gasp escaped your lips, as you felt Peter slowly slip a finger inside of you. You thanked god for letting you remember to wear loose shorts and no underwear. He slowly pumped one finger in and out as you deepened the kiss.

"Y/n, Peter? Mr. Stark would like me to remind you two that there are security cameras in the living room." Jarvis's voice scared the shit out of both you, as you pushed your self off of Peter and to the side. You quickly grabbed the blanket pulling it up to make sure everything was covered. You mentally slapped yourself as you had completely forgotten about the cameras, as you tried to catch your breath.

As you and Peter sat there slightly annoyed, trying to calm your breathing, the elevator doors opened. In came Thor, Loki, Sam, Steve, and Bucky. Peter and you made eye contact as you saw who exited the elevator, both of you now silently thanking Tony. He must have known you two were in the living room and as a precaution he sent Jarvis. Thank all the gods that he did.

"Well, hello sister and boy." Loki referred to you in a loving tone and Peter or 'boy' in a slightly disgusted one. You gave him a small smile, while Peter gave an awkward wave. The tension in the air seemed thick to you and Peter, as the questioning looks from Bucky, Steve, and Sam hit the two of you. Half of the team came and joined the two of you on the couches in the living room. Sam sitting next to Peter and Bucky next to you. Steve, Thor, and Loki took seats on the two other couches in the room.

"So what are we watching?" Thor asked, looking to you expectantly. You let out an annoyed huff, as you pushed yourself off the couch and walked off. Accidentally leaving Peter who looked at your back begging for help, as he sat under one of the blankets his member still hard. "What? Was it something I said?"

~ ~

Last night you had been interrupted by your brothers, while you and Peter were cuddling, rather intensely. You woke up today around 9 and texted Peter to meet you in the stairwell as soon as he got to the tower that morning. You had apologized multiple times for leaving him with a boner in front of everyone, but you had gotten overly frustrated. You were determined to make it up to him.

"So why here?" He questioned as he walked up to one of the many sets of stairs.

"No one takes the stairs and there should be no way we get interrupted this time."

"Interr-" Before he could question anything else, you grabbed his face and smashed your lips onto him. His hands found your hips right away, making sure to set them under your shirt so he could feel your bare skin. He slowly guided you backward until your back was against the wall, one his hands immediately finding it's way into your sweatpants. Lucky for him, underwear had never really been something you favored much.

Peter slipped his hand down to your core, running his middle finger up and down your folds. His finger was immediately soaked in your wetness, as you were already dripping for him. Without hesitation, he shoved his index finger deep inside of you. You gasped breaking the kiss, letting Peter attach his lips to your neck. Grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you moaned as he slipped a second finger inside of you. Sucking your neck, as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He then removed his mouth from your neck once he was satisfied with the marks he had left, watching intensely as your face was covered in pure pleasure.

"These are just my fingers, you want something better?" He asked, his eyes were dark with lust. He waited for you to answer as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling them when he went as deep as he could. You felt your legs begin to shake, but you wanted him to fuck you before you came. You nodded eagerly, as you gripped the sides of your pants slipping them off. Peter wasted no time, simply pulling his joggers and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing member. You stared at it hungrily, but before you could drop to your knees, he had spun you around. He shoved your face towards the wall and pulled your hips our towards him, kicking your feet apart as he lined himself up. Peter could be so gentle and sweet when it came to sex, or he could be rough and demanding.

"Peter please, I need you to fuck me." You whined as he slid his tip up against your folds.

Without uttering a word, he quickly shoved himself balls deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, all concern for being quiet forgotten. He moaned as he entered you, the way you hugged him and the warmth, he could have cum right then and there. But it had been a little while since he had been inside of you, so he planned on making this last. He held your hips tight as he began to thrust in and out, watching as you braced yourself against the cold wall of the stairwell. Your moans of pleasure filled his ears, only pushing him to fuck you harder and faster.

"Fuck," He grunted as he continued to fuck you as hard as possible, he made sure to pull out as far as he could and then plunged himself back inside of you, as deep as he could go. He hit all the right spots, as he pounded you from behind. Just as his thrusts began to become sloppy, he pulled out of you completely. You went to complain, but before you could he had spun you to face him and picking you up from under your ass, he set your back against the wall and slipped back inside of you. Both of you moaning at the sensation of filling you up once again.

"Oh Peter," You moaned your hands in his hair and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your eyes closed in pure pleasure. He watched proudly as your breasts bounced within your shirt with each thrust, a smirk covering his face as your moans filled his ears. He loved the way you looked when he fucked you.

"God, I love the way you say my name," He grunted, thrusting deep within you. He closed any space that had sat between the two of you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. Your breathing was hard and fast, as you felt his cock bring you closer and closer to your edge. "Cum on my dick."

The sound of his gentle voice, saying suck vulgar things helped you reach your high. Your screams helping Peter to reach his. His pumps became sloppy, but he continued to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You rode out your high on his final thrusts.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," Peter moaned breathlessly as he pumped every bit of his seed inside of you. His thrusts slowed, but he continued to ride out his high as he continued to pump into you as deep as he could go. For at least a minute, the two of you sat with Peter still inside of you trying to calm your breathing down. With one final kiss, Peter gently slid out of you and set you down. Laughing quietly as you gripped onto him, your legs feeling like jelly.

"I'm definitely going to be feeling this later today," You breathed out, as you let go of your boyfriend. He smiled at you, as he pulled his pants up to cover himself. Helping you to balance as you put your sweats back on. You were both were sweaty and looking disheveled, but decided you could just tell people you had been training or running around.

You both slowly made you way up the stairs to the kitchen, the hunger setting in your stomachs. Walking out of the stairwell, you were greeted by the whole team who sat around the living room or in the kitchen. Natasha and Wanda, hiding small laughs as they knew exactly what had just taken place. Tony giving you two a narrowed glance, his eyes following the both of you. The rest of the team simply threw small hi's or good mornings your way, thinking nothing of you two exiting the stairwell on your phones.

You sat on the stool across from Loki and Thor, as they both sat talking while eating their breakfast. Peter stood near you as you both continued to go through your phone. Your breathing had finally calmed, once you greeted your brothers. Almost instantly, you caught Loki's eye. He was staring at you hard, but it wasn't your eyes he was looking at.

"What's on your neck." He hissed, your heart froze as you had forgotten about the hickeys Peter had left. Immediately, Thor was attentive and staring at your neck as well. As if planned, both of your brothers flicked their eyes towards Peter, who stood frozen in fear.

"Run," I whispered quickly.

"I'm running now," Peter stated awkwardly as he darted for the stairs, Loki and Thor hot on his tail.

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