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divine-donna · 2 months

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tell me

instead of writing a fic, i settled on writing just a general collection of headcanons. these are gender neutral. and uh, i'm on a mission to convert my friend to the swann arlaud agenda.

anyways watch anatomy of a fall on a big screen. don't do what i did, which is just watch it on my laptop. movie is too good to be watched on a laptop. and also be a streaming service.

these are gender neutral, by the way.

part 02

character: vincent renzi (aka. hot lawyer from anatomy of a fall)

for vibes: "tell me" by fifty fifty

moving to france wasn't on your list of things to do when you were in your early teens. it was such a drastic move. but unfortunately, it made sense because your mother was a film scholar who specialized in french film and she got a job to teach at a prestigious university. it was an opportunity she had to take and you were brought along for the ride.

picking up french was not that hard. you learned in school and also picked it up from the films your mother watched. you remembered watching Cléo from 5 to 7 a lot. maybe you shouldn't have, considering its themes. being immersed in the environment helped you pick up on it quicker.

all to say, you were fluent by the time you reached university.

you don't remember which class you met him in. you just know you got put in a group together for introductions. typical first year stuff.

"vincent renzi."

he had a boyish charm to him. he looked younger than you, yet you were the same age. there was still some baby fat on his cheeks.

your smile was warm. "(y/n)."

he became one of your first friends.

university was a rough transition period. you left your old friends behind. you didn't like them that much anyways. they didn't seem to like you either. so, you essentially came into university without many friends.

it's a gradual friendship, one that arises from meeting up consistently and then those meetings evolving into hanging out for hours.

doing schoolwork while drinking coffee, reading in the library, going out for dinner. hell even cooking for each other. it was a solid friendship.

it helped that you guys also wandered in the same social circle. so you also had mutual friends, including german exchange student sandra voyter.

they always talked about how you two were together. always seen talking. always seen outside of class. even when you guys had so much work to do and you shouldn't be with him because you guys ended up distracted and procrastinating your papers.

"why do you still have this?" he asks.

it was your third year of university. your place was small cozy. and it was affordable with your two other roommates. you guys had gotten lucky with the rent.

"have what?" you don't look up from your laptop. you were nearly finished with your paper.

"this."

you look up. vincent's holding up a dvd box with a beat up cover sleeve. the colors were faded and the cardboard was bent all over, creating multiple webs.

"because it's mine?"

"it's all beat up. wouldn't it be better to transfer to a new box?" he shrugs.

"my mother gave it to me when i graduated. it's...niche, i guess." you think about how she gifted you her favorite movie and the movie she has written a whole book about.

"everyone knows Céline and Julie Go Boating."

"not in that sense. just in the sense that my mother has an interesting way to mourn me leaving the house." you still stayed with her when you went back. but graduating really proved that you weren't a kid anymore. "i really liked it when i was younger. because of the colors. the rest of the stuff did not register with me. according to her, i kept asking her to put it on."

"you must have had an interesting taste as a child."

"well...she specializes in this stuff. so i'm not surprised."

"you don't even have a tv."

"okay well, i have it for novelty sake."

your eyes return to your laptop screen. you don't notice the way vincent's eyes linger on you, watching the way your fingers intently move as you finish up your paper. or how you furrow your brows when rereading your sentence and realizing it makes no sense. or the gentle curse beneath your breath when you realize you've forgotten a word in your sentence. he's never heard someone curse so gently.

he sets the dvd back where he picked it up from, feeling the worn out cardboard.

it was your birthday. such a scary time, for it to come so soon.

originally, you thought it was going to be you, vincent, sandra, and some of your other friends. after all, vincent was good as organizing group events and outings.

when you showed up at your usual meeting spot, it was just him.

"are they going to meet us there?" you question.

"we'll meet them after." he smiles.

"what is going on in that brain of yours?"

"you'll see."

when he takes your hand, your heart flutters. you've held hands before. but never did it make you feel so...light. like a cloud. you weren't sure if you were imagining your cheeks heating up slightly.

vincent leads you to a nearby cinema. he buys two tickets for a limited showing of Céline and Julie Go Boating.

"this is so..." you can't help but let out a laugh, staring at the movie ticket.

"why not? get the full experience." his eyes are gentle. there's tenderness in his gaze. it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

"you know the movie is...over three hours long right?"

"of course. that's why i picked an earlier showing. so we can get to dinner on time later."

being in the dark with your friend for over three hours. watching a movie about two people who were coded to be lovers. what could go wrong?

nothing, really. in the eyes of someone else.

to you, and to him, everything.

you haven't seen the film in forever. so rewatching it was like watching it for the first time without being distracted by the colors.

vincent couldn't watch the movie. he was more interested in the way your face shifted, how you whispered about not remembering that happening, how you laughed and the way your lips curled so cutely.

in truth, he could care less about the movie.

you were his favorite film.

as céline and julie were in a soap opera, enacting a hetero-normative plot, you turn to look at vincent. you were wondering how your friend was holding up.

your eyes meet his and your lips can't help but curl into a smile.

"are you watching?"

"of course." his eyes flicker to the screen for a brief moment.

"or were you watching me?"

"your reactions are interesting. they tell me what i should be thinking of the film."

"i shouldn't be the one you judge this film on."

silence between you two. the kind of comfortable silence you two are used to. but something feels more different. perhaps because it was dark. perhaps because the world seemed to fall away and it was just the two of you and the film faded into the background.

you were oddly close to him. your shoulders were touching. and if you moved forward, your noses would be able to touch.

you shift closer, causing his breath to hitch. "thank you for this, by the way." when you whisper, it is a message only meant for him.

"happy birthday." he says. he moves his face closer, heart pounding.

you want to meet him in the middle. you want to feel his soft lips against your own. and yet, something grips you hard. it's stomach curdling.

you move forward, your lips on his cheek. his eyes widen and his shoulders slump a little. you pull away. "it's...nice. to have the bestest friend i know."

"that's not a word." sadness settles in his eyes.

"all words are made up. so i can make up new ones."

in the moment you felt unsure about not making a move. that regret comes to follow you in your life.

graduation came too soon. way too soon.

you had decided to leave france for a bit, go to grad school abroad. somewhere else where you could pursue an mfa in creative writing.

it was your last coffee before you guys would graduate, inevitably separating.

vincent said he wanted to tell you something. it was urgent, something important to him. you could tell he wanted to spit it out.

or did he want to vomit because he was nervous?

"stop leaving me in suspense!" you take a sip of your coffee. "what is it?"

should he tell you?

should he confess?

he wants to tell you. oh so desperately. and yet, he feels it would be selfish to.

it's not about if you didn't feel the same way. to vincent, being rejected is the better scenario.

he didn't want to keep you grounded in france, a place you were looking to leave because you have spent a decent chunk of your life here. moving was good for you.

he worried that if you felt the same way, then maybe you would reconsider going away. and if you were looking to leave forever, he didn't want to be the thing keeping you here.

i love you. i have for a while. let's go on a date.

thirteen words. three sentences.

it was so miniscule. but he felt like atlas, carrying the sky. he was carrying a whole world.

vincent wipes his palms against his jeans. his heart was stuck in his throat. and his brain acted first.

"i got accepted into law school."

"that's great! oh my god!" you nearly squeal for him.

your happiness for him was enough.

writing a hit debut novel is no easy feat. and yet, you did it. people loved your novel.

the novel centered on two friends. their platonic bond ends up in a weird limbo, where there's romantic tension but neither wants to act upon it in fear. ultimately, the two friends reunite years after they separated, on different career paths. they meet at a conference, sit at a bar, and the novel ends with them rekindling their relationship. you left it up to the reader to interpret that being romantic or platonic. or even if they never talked to each other again after that night.

you were on fire as an author. and your recent publication, a collection of short stories, had become particularly famous. especially on social media.

you decided to go back to france for a few months. you wanted to spend more time with your mother and catch up with your friends. all of them you haven't seen since university.

unfortunately it also didn't mean you were on vacation. you still had to work. and you had many book signings to attend to.

when you look up to see the next person, your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.

vincent aged like wine. he still looked like how he did in university. less baby fat. gray hair. some wrinkles. but you liked it.

his eyes meet yours and he walks over. "my favorite short story was the one about the cow farmer."

"that came from a dream i had as an undergraduate student." you open the book and sign the first page. "how are you?"

"good. good. how about you?" he smiles. he's so radiant. you're reminded why you missed him. and why you felt regret in your body from all those years ago.

"well, you already know about me." you gesture to the books. your books. "have you...met up with sandra recently?"

"on the rare occasion. she's been traveling a lot. but recently she moved here. with her husband."

"her husband...samuel?" vincent nods. "he's an interesting character. from the few times i met him."

"they seem to be doing alright." he takes the signed book and peeks at what you wrote. there's a heart next to his name.

"we should talk more. catch up."

"if you're free."

you think for a second. "can you come back in thirty minutes? i should be done by then."

vincent smiles. he leaves the bookstore.

he's waiting outside for you after those thirty minutes.

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moongurl95 · 1 month

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My Chaos and Revelry

Obviously inspired by 'But Daddy I Love Him' from TS' new album - TTPD has left my mind broken enough to think this song is totally Seb-coded the first time I heard it. Also to the Swifties who grew up from 'Love Story', this one's for us! Divider credits here and here

Summary: “But, daddy, I love him!” I tried to make him hear me out –

“A mere boy from your school could never –“

“I’m having his baby!”

You’d be able to hear a pin drop at the ensuing silence that followed.

In which Sebastian is our wild boy and MC is just tired of all the bitching and moaning.

(One-shot also posted on AO3)

“You, young lady, have no shame!”

I couldn’t care less how scandalized her voice sounded, not giving her a chance to button up my dress as I ran barefoot out my bedroom, the wooden floorboards loudly announcing my presence as I neared.

“You can’t keep me caged here all winter! In a few months’ time I’ll be graduating from Hogwarts with the highest of honors – Please…” His gaze, so much like my own looked at me with such utmost patience as he let out a sigh –

“What a mess.” The firm grasp of hands on my shoulders from behind felt all too eager to take me back to my bedroom – my prison since I came home for Christmas break.

“Be a dutiful daughter and just follow your mother –“

“Sarah is NOT my mother!” I glared over my shoulder to see the woman, who my father married after his first wife’s untimely demise, clutch at her pearls – those were MY mother’s pearls.

“That is enough from you –“

“But, daddy, I love him!” I tried to make him hear me out –

“A mere boy from your school could never –“

“I’m having his baby!”

You’d be able to hear a pin drop at the ensuing silence that followed, the looks on my father and stepmother’s faces had me biting at my lip to keep from bursting out laughing – I wasn’t, yet, in any way – though he only took my anxious state as a sign that I may not be joking.

“Sarah – please, if you could be a dear.” I watched my father find the nearest chair to sit himself as I let myself be led back to my room, almost regretting my impulsive choice of words, but I wouldn’t stand to be ripped away from who my heart truly wants.

“Isn’t she the Baron’s daughter? Quite precocious I hear, must have high hopes of marriage for her?”

“Yes, well, that was before she went off to that boarding school in Scotland –“

The hall now felt suffocating with the scent of wine as I moved towards the nearest terrace, closing my eyes against the judgemental creeps while willing their sanctimonious soliloquies into nothing but white noise – wasn’t today supposed to be the best of Sundays? Christmas day, no less.

My hands were now twitching to pull my hair out of its woven braid, oh how I missed flying through the Highland winds, wildly whipping tendrils of my locks to his face as he pulled me closer to his warmth –

“There you are, and here I thought you’d be spending the holidays at the school like you usually did the last two years.”

“Hannah.” I opened my eyes and levelled the other with a stare – I was initially glad to have seen a familiar face in Hogwarts, especially in the same House – Anyone could be a snake, yet I was too late to realize that it takes a certain kind of person to be a viper.

“I was right to tell Aunt Sarah how you should stay away from him, honestly!” She moaned out as if in empathy of my situation, “All these promising marriage proposals and you choose a – a wild boy from some poor town in the Highlands!” Hannah had stood beside me by the balustrade which only gave me a chance to speak to her clearly.

“I'll tell you something about my ‘good name’, Hannah, it's mine alone to disgrace.” I made sure she was able to take in my words even though she now looked back at me as if I’ve gone crazy, “I'd rather burn my whole life down than have it laid out in a plan for me.” I was sure to have left her there with her mouth agape.

That night, on the last hours of Christmas day, I stared forlornly out my now grated window, wishing – hoping for a miracle to take me away from here and be back at Hogwarts just to be wrapped in strong freckled arms and drown in a pair of brown bedroom eyes…

Though just after I sighed away my woes did I hear something metallic attach to the grill that blocked my window, I didn’t have time to inspect it amidst the dark when the bars that forced my isolation were loudly yanked away! I pushed open my window just as what looked to be an invisible carriage door popped open to reveal – “Sebastian!”

“Now, who would have thought the Hero of Hogwarts would be in need of saving one day?” The chuckle that came from him caused a delicious chill done my spine and the way he looked over at me in my night dress almost had me bashfully wanting to button up my semi-undress state. “Come on, princess, let’s get you out of there.”

Meeting his smile with my own, I’d just about stepped over inside the levitated carriage when my bedroom door burst open – “You stay away from my daughter, you –!”

Sebastian now held the carriage door open in a panic as my father tried to reach out to me over my window, worried that the other might fall over as he tried to reason, “Sir please! You have my word that I will make a Lady out of your daughter!”

“Daddy, I love him!” I screamed over the biting winter wind, finally gaining my father’s full attention as he met my eyes so much like his own as I leaned closer to how Sebastian held me in his arms, “I’m having his baby!”

At that, my father let go, the shocked look still on his face as Sarah held him back with that same scandalized look on her face before Sebastian pulled the carriage door shut, the sound of the Thestrals’ wings the only thing that enveloped us as he also now sat beside me in stunned silence before, “Did we – Are you –?”

“No, I'm not, but you should see your face.” I pinched his nose, laughingly as I looked out the front window to marvel at how the Thestrals seem to know where to go, watching as they flew over the manor’s high fence before I felt the pair of warm, strong hands gently caressing my waist.

“I garner we’ll be arriving at Hogwarts sometime at dawn, so… what would you say to reevaluating the look on my face?”

My laughter soon flowed to Sebastian’s lips as he leaned in close.

The summer sun’s rays was perfect in highlighting the still scandalized faces of the mothers who were too curious not to go to the Welcome Party that my father organized for my return. Walking towards him, my hand found Sebastian’s, for all his charm, he did manage to make my father come around, after all.

He was met with a clasp on his shoulder before my father wrapped me in an embrace, coincidentally meeting Sarah’s gaze behind him as Hannah also stood near her. I afforded them a sickly-sweet smile as I raised a finger towards them, the sunlight making the glint from my ring finger all the more brilliant.

And there in the garden of the manor I was raised, I saw no grey as I danced between the flower beds, laughing in careless abandon before Sebastian pulled me into a private alcove, gently caressing the barely noticeable bump under my sundress as I pulled him in for a kiss.

All the clamor turned into white noise as wild joy flowing between us. This is my choice.

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nanabrainrot · 11 months

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After reading the story with Lalo’s death, I’m curious about MC in Breaking Bad taking care of Hector. I’d love to see that ! Maybe she’d meet Walt and Jesse, who knows ?

I was j thinking of this; she ran into jesse a few times and has yet to meet walt because she stays at home with hector unless she goes out to get a necessity or her weird little home improvement efforts but I wrote a drabble on it </3 hmmc is so sweet despite her circumstances like she rly is j trying her best

Home Improvement

Summary: you like to refresh the house and practice your English. WC: 1528

It is hot out, admittedly thanks to the heat in New Mexico. The weather conditions were less than ideal for someone not accustomed to dry and hot climates but it was a reminder of Chihuahua. A slice of nostalgia packed in a carry away box and left to rot in the back of the fridge. It only consoled you that the same sun beamed down on you at a different time in different coordinates.

It feels like starting over, a rebirth, but with complications like a baby born with the cord around its neck wriggling and blue in the face.

But it’s not, it’s just a passing moment. Hector stays inside, given by his circumstances, but he will occasionally indulge in a walk if coaxed enough. Tuco stopped by often, Marco and Leonel less often, with their faces stiff and hands tense as they tentatively hand you a hard candy, then a soft one for Hector of course.

The place is a piece of shit compared to the house in Chihuahua, the hacienda where you could bathe in the sun but differently it feels more relaxed in the shitty house in the desert of Albuquerque, but some knick knacks serve little reminders; men really have no eye for decor, you think. Tuco is no handyman after getting out, that hot-head, relaying just the bare bones of meals and the scummy television.

Internally, you wish Lalo would have let you have your own savings account. Nacho did deliver some money to you before he vanished and you saved it, sparsely trying to budget after twenty some years of knowing nothing about finances. Tuco was sweet enough to give an allowance and Marco and Leonel always secretively left a thick wad of cash every few months when they popped in. But thankfully, it’s enough for some paint this week.

The paint you can’t reach.

An accent wall with wallpaper would surely lighten the ambience of the shitshow house, still sorting out how to live without Lalo was a mess. It was a mix of good days and bad days, the days missing someone loving you and then the days where you recall he was not the best husband, that what you had was not healthy and not right. It’s liberating, freeing, so you choose a wallpaper too. If you could reach that one too.

“Lady, you need some help?”

Frozen. Oh, Lalo’s not here. He can’t beat the shit out of some worker trying to help you, but at the turn of your neck it isn’t a worker but just… some kid. He didn’t look young enough to be in high school, but he likely graduated a year or two back. The scruff on his face is brown and the hue of his eyes look cold and harsh, but probably just the lighting of the harsh fluorescent lights looming above head.

“I just can’t reach the mint green up there or the dark blue floral paper of the wall. Can you just grab them for me?” you stutter, still acclimating to speaking English more than Spanish. You spoke in Spanish to Hector, but Tuco almost always spoke to you in English. It caused a headache; Lalo never spoke in anything but Spanish to you. Ah, it feels like a bad day and the thought of your accent feels heavy in your throat.

Did you say that right? It was mint, right? How do you phrase it?

“You mean wallpaper?”

“Yes! Wallpaper! I’m still learning English,” you murmur embarrassed as the kid in baggy clothes moves to get the items for you before clunking them into your wobbly little cart. It’s so odd, speaking with strangers without anyone looming over you. It's still hard to go outside without a dress code, no dress constricting the ankles, but you can’t help but try to look good still.

Maybe he was looking at you from Heaven? He seemed to prefer the kitten wedges with a sundress, but this outside is outside of your realm. The cheap cotton of the clothes in New Mexico compared to the spoils of Chihuahua felt reminiscent of when you had no money in your teens. Ah, it still feels like a bad day.

“Your English is really good, ma’am,” he reassures.

“Really? You understand me?”

There’s the cross look of worry in his face at your mannerisms, the unnerving anxiety of the way your hands twitched and how you looked not at him but past him. “Yeah, perfectly,” the kid chuckles, “you’re a natural, lady.”

A grin, at him, not past him. “You are very nice, young man.”

“Young man? What are you, barely thirty?” he scoffed as you both went to roll your carts to checkout; his was full of thick tubs and strange chemicals. A science project for college, you thought innocently, glancing at his weird collection of items.

“So nice! I’m turning 46 this year - I think?” you murmur the last part, scooting ahead of the boy in the line since you only had the wallpaper and paint; you had been painstakingly washing the brushes over and over to use again. Money suddenly was so important in the past four years you had spent trying to fix up Hector’s house. It was coming along; some knick knacks recycled from Abuelita’s house to try to lift Hector’s spirits and antiques that had been restored to try and make it less scummy. The trials of getting paperwork and steady income was difficult after so many years without any work experience. It was foolish to forget Lalo was mortal.

“You think?” he laughs a little at your skittish self, placing the paint and wallpaper on the conveyor belt for the employee, who smiles half-heartedly.

“Yeah, my husband never celebrated my real birthday. It got lost over the years but if my birth certificate is right I should be 46 in about two months?”

“Sounds like a shitty husband.”

It sounds like a backhanded compliment, one that you have brewed on, as you count the twenties that Tuco gave you. You miss the feel of pesos a bit, but going back over the border seemed to be a fruitless effort. It would feel like taking two steps back.

“Only sometimes,” you reply softly, taking the receipt from her and scooting forward so he could pay for his numerous tubs and chemicals.

“This is my car!” you cheer, showing him the otherwise unimpressive buggy with little scratches and bumps on it from your errors trying to learn how to drive; poles are always so much closer than they seem…

“You seem really excited for a little buggy, lady,” the kid chuckles, loading his tubs in his trunk of a bright red car. It’s all flashy, like Nacho’s was. “I am! It is hard to learn how to drive after you hit 40,” you grin,”I didn’t touch a wheel until 5 years ago!”

“Damn, you had a chauffeur?” he jokes, strolling next to you to the cart return with his own cart.

“Chaffeur?” you scrunch your brows, pushing the cart in.

“Oh uh, it’s a guy who drives you everywhere.”

“Oh? My husband was my chauffeur?”

“Your shitty husband was your chauffeur, yeah,” he laughs like a silly belly laugh and it makes you giggle. He was a shitty husband, you think sometimes, but not too often. If you reflect too hard you might miss the two decades you spent with him.

“Mister, I’m going home now - I’m my own chauffeur!” you cry out, trying to pronounce the new word like he did - like a real Albuquerque native. “What’s your name, mister?”

He rolls down his window, a smile playing at his pink lips, “Jesse! You?”

You give him your name, not even a thought that the first thing that left your mouth for once wasn’t “Mrs. Salamanca” at the question. It starts to feel like a good day.

“Tuco, buenos tar - I mean good afternoon! I bought - not buyed! - the wallpaper and paint for our sanctuary,” you holler, happy at the conversation. Usually, you were too iffy to allow for help but the only other option was to scale a ladder yourself or talk to the ginormous lumberjack of a man that worked in the store rather than the nice boy.

“Tio, mira, este es un hermoso mint! Mint green para nos muras!” you smile, pecking Hector’s head like Lalo did every time he saw him. His lip twitches.

The past four years without Lalo were not easy, but it’s living. The walls are mint and it smells like paint in the kitchen, something Hector rang his bell about jokingly as you poked your tongue at him. The one wall has wallpaper, but you think you could use more. The sweet floral against the navy looks like Lalo’s shirts. You hope you run into Jesse twice at the store. Internally, you wish him luck with whatever science project he has going.

But for now, the print of Lalo’s shirt is reflected in the wall, seen by Hector’s little glance and your tight throat. And you wonder, a small voice in your head, how do you get back twenty-four years?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: the mc from Homemaker will be divided into three routes for people looking for the true ending that works with canon, the Homemaker verse where Lalo wins, and my work "Companion Dog" will be focused on the weird moments in their marriage where ur like "that's not healthy!" ty for the askkkkkkkk i love interactions and interest in my work <3

#nana writes bcs #nana writes #hmmc true #ask nana

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itsceren · 1 year

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introducing ; ceren çelik-montgomery

cliff notes ;

FULL NAME: ceren çelik-montgomery

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

AGE: twenty-one

OCCUPATION: artist, model & influencer

SOCIAL STATUS: insider

HOMETOWN: originally born in bodrum, turkey but calls the upper east side home.

FACECLAIM: ayça ayşin turan

lets dig a little deeper ;

Born into generational wealth had Ceren living the life of bliss. Life was easy when you had Ece Çelik (a Turkish model and socialite) and Walter Montgomery (an oil tycoon) as parents. Walter is her stepfather through marriage to her mother, but Ceren sees him as nothing less than her father. He gave her the most amazing childhood, adores her mother and has created a strong family unit both socially and economically - what more could she ask for? From the moment Ceren was born, her mother swore that God had blessed their family with pure perfection, and perfection was what Ceren strived for. She would accept nothing less. With overburdening pressure from her parents, she aimed to be nothing but the best. Not a hair out of place, not a stitch loose on her clothing and a walk to rival those on the runway, Ceren was a force to be reckoned with; and yet, no matter how perfect she is, it’s never enough. She places obscene amounts of pressure on herself, but pressure makes diamonds as they say. Throughout her time in education, Ceren was top of the scoreboard and graduated with honors, though she surprisingly found fame in the art world with her artwork.

Carrying the burden of pressure, Ceren gets in her own head and it’s tough to get herself out of that spiral once she falls in it. She’s not someone that tends to open up to people whether she’s struggling or not, preferring to keep to herself in the world of the inner circle of New Yorks elite. However, once you manage to find and in with her, she will go to the ends of the earth for you. Ceren is fiercely protective of her love ones and her ‘found family’ as she dubs her nearest and dearest friends who she trusts with her life. That being said, she pours so much love towards her friends that she feels like she has no time for relationships. That’s the excuse she tells herself anyway. The reality is that her standards are so high that no one ever reaches them. Its a form of self-preservation. She knows this. She’ll dabble in a little flirting here and there, but she gets bored and relationships are a no go, letting someone in means they can hurt you, and that’s less than perfect. Focusing on friends helps curb the looming loneliness, but that sometimes means having to meet new people and that’s not Ceren’s vibe. She despises idle chit-chat and small talk, she finds it a waste of time and she has no patience for it. She doesn’t suffer fools lightly and will make it known if you’re grating on her nerves, public setting or not. Underneath the hard exterior is someone soft that wants to be loved and loved for who she is, she just struggles to see it for herself. But that’s something she’ll never tell.

additional information ;

scorpio star sign

originally born in bodrum, turkey. her mother remarried when ceren was a baby and they moved to the upper east side. the upper ease side has always been classed as her hometown as that's all she remembers. but ceren does always go out to bodrum to see her extended family and learn about her family history.

lives in the top three floors of central park tower on west 57th street aka billionaire's row - the floors have been converted into a three story house for the çelik-montgomery family. with her parents travelling for work all the time, ceren basically lives there alone.

prolific artist - everyone's clambering to get their hands on a ccm painting.

got into modelling/influencing after her artwork was discovered and she was being approached by magazines for spreads and companies for collabs.

gg's got the receipts - what they have on ceren ;

In her determination to be perfect, Ceren got a nasty little drug habit of pills and other substances that helped her stay awake and high alert to allow her to study and work on extra credit projects when she was in school. She hasn’t shaken the habit, for a woman on the go 24/7, she needs constant energy and she’d rather be doing this than fall from grace in the eyes of people watching her. When she was dating Jackson he had found out about the pills, it was part of the reason of their split whether Ceren admits it or not. She’s thankful that he’s kept this to himself, the last thing she needs is for GG to get her paws on the information.

possible connections ;

besties

friends

constance alum

neighbours on the floors below in the central park tower

photographers

enemies

ex's

crush

lovers

previous flings

frenemies

mutuals

dealer

people that buy her artwork

people that want her on their socials for clout

employees

will be updated to suit as ceren's time in the upper east side goes on.

#headcanon

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Coming Home: Aaron Hotchner and Matilda by Harry Styles

Aaron was a mess when this song came out.

It had been a while since he had been back to Virginia to visit everyone, and was feeling really tired all the time. He couldn't quite place what was off until he heard this song.

He has never sappy with the BAU team, but he sends the link to the song in their group chat and just says something simple like "I love you all and will see you soon," and leaves it at that.

Aaron missed his family.

He planned to take Jack back to Virginia for the summer. He needed to see everyone, and it would be good for Jack to see Henry and Michael again. He missed Reid's rambles, and hopes to meet his new girlfriend Max. Morgan has long been gone from the team, but Hank is growing up to be quite the kid and he misses the whole Morgan family. He's heard Penelope and Luke are together now, and he is very happy that she seems happy. Matt has seemed to settle in well from what Rossi has told him, and he's grateful that his hard work and talent has not gone to waste after the IRT was disbanded. Aaron has yet to meet Krystall, or Joy for that matter, and he misses Rossi's carbonara at team dinners. He knows Emily has been doing an incredible job as unit chief, but can't wait to see her become directory someday. Her and Tara have since gotten married, and have adopted two teenage girls, just around Jack's age. JJ and Will have been meaning to tell people that they are pregnant again, and Hotch was the first person she called, hoping it might persuade him to visit. She said everyone misses him. He tells her he's coming home soon.

That summer, when everyone is celebrating at JJ's baby shower, preparing to welcome their little girl Rosie, named after Rosalind, Aaron announces he's moving back to DC. A small family home was on the market not far from Will and JJ's, and after talking with Jack, who desperately missed his aunts, uncles, and cousins at the BAU, he decided it was time to come home.

The weekend they move in, he visits Hayley's grave. Bringing her flowers from her favorite shop near the old FBI headquarters, he sits and talks with her.

He talks to her for hours. He tells her that JJ asked him to be Rosie's godfather, and that Jack is excited to meet her. He tells her all about the new house, the yard, how he thinks they might be able to get a dog, which Penelope has already offered her services in rescuing. He tells her all about the team helping move them in, how Reid is babysitting right now, helping Jack with his summer reading list and his college applications. As much as he loves what his dad used to do, Jack wants to save people in a different way, wanting to become a doctor. Aaron plans to talk to Savannah all about what Jack needs to be ready for.

His life has been domestic for some time at this point, but he's been away for so long he had forgotten that his family was bigger than just Jack and Jessica. The move is really good for him. He has to learn to open up all over again, but the homecoming makes him long for the closeness he never seemed to dream of growing up.

His father had somewhat tarnished his views of the future, the way he despised his mother and hated his own children. Aaron was scared to grow angry and bitter just the same. But he is settling into his new life with the help of his found family. He's looking forward to his front porch swing and his son's high school graduation. He loves Hayley even after all these years apart. He has JJ who come over for coffee on Sunday and Spencer who can help when Jack's math classes reach far beyond what he was taking at his age. He has Morgan who will come build furniture with him and Emily and Tara who are always ready for a night in with a good bottle of wine. Penelope and Luke never fail to show up for movie night, especially since they love Russel, his new beagle. Rossi and Matt come by often to drop off books for him, and he never fails to take their suggestions.

Its a simple life, but its a good one. Its the one he needs.

#this kinda got away from me as I wrote it #I just love the idea of Aaron listening to this song #and yeah im gonna call him aaron #cuz its wholesome and domestic and i love him like he's my own family #criminal minds #criminal minds watch through #aaron hotchner #Spotify #blurbs from the dungeon #music from the dungeon

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Ezra's Journal, Entry 1

My uncle Ezra kept many journals as a child. His very last one spanned nearly 56 years (almost 3/4 of his life) and yet has very few entries for that entire period. This is the first entry in that final journal. October 7th, 1967

Our hunting trip has gone surprisingly well! Two deer, a pair of rabbits, and a goose that was unlucky enough to wander in front of a stray bullet. Grandpa was shocked to the point of laughter. He says the game is never usually good in this part of Maryland this early in the fall. We roasted the goose and had it for supper. Afterwards, Grandpa tried to scare me with ghost stories, especially the one from the old country about Domnule Slab, but I just laughed. I'm seventeen, not a little kid. He seemed disappointed that I wasn't scared. I'm nearly a full grown man; set to graduate next year and work at the grocers. I simply don't get scared by things like that anymore. We sat under the starlight and talked about the future for a few hours. Grandpa Nikolai and I argued. He thinks I should go to college and make something of myself. I tell him "No, Grandpa. I have an offer to work at the grocer's. If I go to college, who's going to take care of Mom and baby Julia?" He says Julia's not a baby. She's twelve, she can look after Mom. I say that Julia has to go to school. She can't stay home alone with Mom. Especially considering Mom's illness, which is why she can't work.

He said something about how his father didn't emigrate to America with nothing but the clothes on his back and spend three years confined to Ellis Island just for me to waste my life working at a grocery store. I got angry and told him that if he'd actually helped Mom with her medical bills instead of bickering with her constantly, I wouldn't HAVE to work at the grocery store, and we wouldn't have had to sell the house either. I think I was unfair. I mean, it's not his fault Dad left. We got by just fine for twelve years without Grandpa's money, and my job at the grocer's will be enough to pay for Mom's medicine. It will be fine.

I do love Grandpa Nikolai. Honestly. I'll apologize in the morning, we both need time to cool off. October 8th, 1:37 AM

Something just moved outside my tent. I thought it was a bear, but it wasn't. It was Grandpa He got out of his tent and went over to the campfire. Then he took the bones of the goose and put them in his bag. He was crying. I've never seen Grandpa cry before. He was mumbling things under his breath, then he grabbed one of the deer and dragged it away. I've never seen him act like this before. I'm going to follow him. I have to make sure he's okay. October 8th, 2:19 AM

Where is he going? We've been walking for almost and hour. Twice he's sat down. Both times he sat on a rock and cried. Just sat there and bawled like a baby. It was so... unnerving. Now he's standing by a river, just staring into the water, I really don't know what to think. He's acting like Mom does when she has one of her fits. Wait... He's gone. October 8th, 2:49 AM

I can't find Grandpa Nikolai, or the camp. I'm irritated, confused, and worried. If I could just find the camp, I could hike back to the main road and catch a ride to the police station. But my compass is screwed up. Its keeps spinning in a circle. I'm surprised my watch is even working. I keep hearing things. It's probably just the wind, and my nerves, but I could have sworn I heard someone calling "Help me, I'm lost." I need to calm down and look for Grandpa. October 8th, 3:00 AM I FOUND HIM MEUM FATUM OBSIGNATUM October 9th, 11:00 AM

I didn't sleep last night. I may never sleep again. They found Grandpa Nikolai. He's comatose. That may be for the best. Mom had a fit last night. Scared Julia pretty badly. She had some kind of hallucination. Screaming, throwing plates. I'm done journaling. I'm never touching this thing again. I haven't slept all night. I may never sleep again. Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today I wish I wish he'd go away

If Grandpa Nikolai never wakes up, it'll be too soon by half. I told the police that he wandered off and I got lost looking for him. It's half the truth. I'm going to lock this journal in a box and bury it. Then I'm going to forget about all of this. I'm never journaling again. I'm never going near the woods again. Goodbye- Ezra Vrajal Melchior My Thoughts Ezra never told me about this camping trip. I've never heard about it, before. I've never heard about this Julia person, either- as far as I knew, Grandma Donna's only children were my mother, Judy and Uncle Ezra. Mom died giving birth to me, so I can't ask her about any of this. As far as I know, Great-grandpa Nikolai died after experiencing a stroke that left him in a coma for years. Grandma Donna had schizophrenia, or something very like it, and ended up being put in a psychiatric hospital (they weren't big on mental health back in the 70's D:) where she later committed suicide. I'm surprised about how afraid he seems at the end of this entry. Uncle Ezra never seemed scared of the forest when he, me, Wyatt, and Jace went camping. I wonder why?

The crossed out poem lines are from Antigonish by Hughes Mearnes, and the Latin roughly translates to "My fate is sealed." Very ominous.

I also can't help but wonder about the reference to "Domnule Slab" in the earlier part of the entry. It's a Romanian name, and my family has both Romanian and Russian ancestry, so that's nothing weird. The strange part is how peculiar the phrase is: Domnule Slab roughly translates to "Mister Skinny." Or... Or Mister Lean.

#ezra melchior #ezra's journal #uncle ezra #edgeoftheeclipse #journal entry #journal #found journal #found writings #writing #(OOC FROM THIS POINT)#slenderverse #slenderman #slender mythos #ooh spooky #slenderblog #have fun with this #lore #lots of lore

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truthorconsequencesrp · 11 months

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BILLIE BRAY BAKER

CHARACTER NAME: billie bray baker. FACECLAIM: laura harrier. AGE: thirty-one. GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her. BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC: 14th february 1992 & aquarius. OCCUPATION: mechanic at firewheel auto repair shop. HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN IN T OR C: twenty-one years. NEIGHBORHOOD: vista la verde. SONG THAT SUITS THEM: jaguar - victoria monét.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: pregnancy, post natal depression

ABOUT

A San Francisco native, Billie Bray was born on a cold February morning 1992, to at the time, two loving parents. It had been an unexpected, unplanned pregnancy however Georgina and Michael Baker were somewhat excited, ready to bring their first child into the world with open arms. With Michael a high school teacher and Georgina a Nurse, both were extremely busy with very little time for each other, let alone a new baby, but this was their new life now. A few weeks into Billie’s life, Georgina began suffering with postnatal depression, distancing herself from nearly everyone in her life, including Billie. The bond failed to grow between the two, which meant Michael had to step up and begin providing Billie with the basic care as well as looking after Georgina, who often suffered crisis’ leading to her frequently not leaving the house for days or weeks on end.

As Billie grew older, the bond between her and her father only got stronger and stronger as she became more and more distant with her mother. He would spend any spare time, although limited, teaching Billie everything she knows about mechanics and this is where her love for tinkering all things cars or bikes stems from. Life began taking its toll on both Georgina and Michael, tension was highly strung between them as they struggled to keep their heads above the water as well as raising Billie, who was incredibly strong-willed. At the age of nine, Billie returned home from school to find her mother had packed her bags and left, with nothing but a note left. As always, life carried on and Billie had to learn to cope without her mother, trying to navigate her young life and support her father who was nearly at breaking point.

A year later, the father and daughter duo were struggling on and unable to keep the roof over their heads in San Francisco, Michael upped and moved himself and Billie across country to Truth and Consequences, a quaint town small enough for the two of them to start over and hopefully move on from the obstacles life had thrown them. They soon settled down in Kopra, an RV being all Michael could afford and began their new lives.

Flying through school with above average grades, Billie was destined to do well and was a credit to her father, it just seemed she couldn't figure out what that destiny was. Moving on to once she had graduated college, Billie bounced around a few different jobs to help support her father before an opening for a mechanic at Firewheel Auto Repair shop became available, Billie landing herself a job there at the age of twenty-three and has been there ever since.

Relationship wise, Billie dated around like many, yet never truly settled down in worry that once again they would up and leave her like her mother. Cue two years ago, Billie had met what seemed the perfect man, they fell in love hard and fast, very quickly getting engaged which shocked everyone, but Billie was happy and being the strong, independent woman she was, finally let down her guard down. Although they say happiness doesn’t last forever and life would soon throw another obstacle at Billie. Finding out she was pregnant six months into the relationship rocked the boat massively, Jordan had expressed he specifically didn’t want children and immediately called off the engagement, leaving Billie and town without hesitation. Moving out from her father’s RV and into her own apartment in Vista la Verde, Billie soon gave birth to a baby girl and from that moment on, vowed to give her daughter everything she could.

Billie can be very stubborn and guarded, but is a true sweetie mixed in with a little spice, a true hard worker and one of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet. Billie carries on, flowing through life and hoping maybe one day she can find her true self again and maybe, just maybe be rightfully happy with her daughter by her side.

(lydia, twenty-seven, GMT, she/her)

#town rp #new rp #oc rp #takenf #billie bray baker #vista la verde #pregnancy tw #postnatal depression tw

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s-brant · 3 years

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Baby Names

(gif: @mishellejones) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: Y/N gets frustrated while putting the crib for her and JJ’s baby together and finds herself missing her dead brother more than ever.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Fluff and minor angst.

A/N: Asks and ye shall receive, here’s a little blurb about what happens after Tokens! You don’t really have to read the other parts to enjoy this fic if you don’t want to, but I do recommend it for some backstory. This was slightly inspired by this fic by @cognacdelights, so go give her stuff a read! Let me know if you liked this. Have fun!

Y/N Routledge thought she got over her brother's death long ago.

Though you never truly "get over" losing a loved one, though there will always be a small part of you, however small, that aches for their presence again, she thought she moved past the tragedy to the best of her ability...until last week.

To say that the pregnancy was a surprise would be the understatement of the century. She and JJ were both on the same page about children when their relationship began, and that page was that neither of them wanted them yet. Sure, the idea of it in the future stirred their hearts with fond emotion, but considering that they had yet to graduate high school and barely scraped by on their own, they weren't jumping headfirst into that aspect of adulthood.

They were meticulous about safe sex. They couldn't afford another mouth to feed, she wasn't sure she could handle the emotional trauma of having an abortion, and, underneath it all, he had some reservations about being a father. It wasn't that he didn't envision a future with kids in their relationship, he did, but the topic of fatherhood always took him down a dark path within his mind.

So, she went on birth control once they started dating and they went along with no scares for the next six years as they graduated and started figuring out what the next step for their lives was going to be.

Y/N could get lost thinking about it, honestly, but she tries not to get too swept up in the minor mistake that led to this.

"You, my friend, need to stop moving around in there," she whispers down at her protruding belly with a hand cradling the heavy weight of it, "I'm trying to get your crib set up without JJ yelling at me for not asking for help, and if you don't stop kicking me, I'm not gonna get anything done."

She's sprawled out on the floor in the living room of the Chateau with her legs stretched comfortably in each direction while she hunches over to read the directions of the Ikea furniture. The sugarcoated description makes her want to hunt down the company CEO for sport, because for how "simple and easy!" the construction of it claims to be, she is at her wits end.

The last thing she needed after having her grief over John B's death reignited by their decision to name their kid after him last week was to stress herself out over something as stupid as this, but she won't quit. With how much JJ has been coddling her the further into the pregnancy she gets, she wanted to prove that she could do something for herself.

Whenever she brings in the groceries from the car and goes to lift the bag of dog kibble out of the trunk, he rushes up behind her back and scoops it out of the trunk before she dares to touch it. It always ends with her hollering after him that it's under twenty pounds, the upwards limit of the weight she's allowed to carry according to her doctor, but he refuses to hear any of it.

Inside of her, she feels a sharp sensation of something hitting her right in the ribs in response to her comment, and she groans in frustration. It's as if he did it because he knows she wants it to stop, the feisty little fucker.

"You're definitely your daddy's son, aren't you? It's already enough having one of him, the last thing I need is a JJ clone."

Their three-year-old Rottweiler rescue huffs a sigh from where he lays, frog-legging it, on the floor next to the unboxed crib pieces she can't put together to save her life. His drooping jowls produce a puddle of slobber on the her favorite carpet that is past the point of saving from his constant wear and tear. After a year of having him, she decided to stop trying to prevent him from ruining it. There’s no point.

She smiles at him as she leans forward to read through the directions for the billionth time, saying, "I actually think he'll be a lot like his uncle, but that's just me. If he isn't, I'll feel a little stupid over the name situation."

John Booker Routledge-Maybank.

Hell of a name if you ask her yourself, but for every internal struggle it reopened inside of her, she couldn't help but love it as soon as JJ casually proposed the idea on his way out of the door for work one morning.

Going on without John B has been a learning experience in every aspect. Any time she wanted to turn to him for advice or tell him something about the recent events in her life, she had to walk out back to their dying magnolia tree and sit under the shade to talk to the wind. Then, once the tree finally died and they were forced to cut it down, she took to sitting on its stump and doing it there.

It got easier as time went on, but she can't keep herself from wondering what it'd be like if he didn't die ever since she saw the results on the pregnancy test six months ago. Whenever she does something like going to her OBGYN appointments or, case in point, setting up the crib, she pictures him there.

She can see him here now, petting Bowie's shiny coat until he falls asleep with his head propped onto John B's outstretched legs. He'd be twenty-three years old by now with his life barely starting to blossom to its full potential, yet here they are. Correction, here she is, and he's off somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, already decomposed to the extent that not even his bones can be salvaged anymore.

Her chest sinks in another sigh, and she flips through page after page of the instructions with increasing aggression.

"This crib is so fucking—"

"What are you doing?"

The sound of her yelping in surprise at JJ's voice coming from the door is enough to make him laugh to himself, though his amusement is buried partway by what he's walking in on. He specifically asked her to wait for him to put the crib together, knowing damn well it wouldn't be the easy task she thought it was, but he should've known she'd do it anyway.

She looks over her shoulder with a mixture of guilt and frustration painting her features as she throws her hands up in the air and gestures vaguely to the unassembled crib. Her eyes are shining with the rapid onset of hormone-induced tears.

"I can't put this crib together 'cause the instructions aren't right, all the pieces are labeled wrong, your son won't stop kicking me, and I miss my brother so much right now," she spews the words with no pauses to breathe until the very end, when she stops short to suck down a breath as soon as she gets the last part out.

It leaves JJ standing at the entrance to the house with this stunned expression.

There's no amusement to be found anymore. Once she turned and flashed those wide, teary eyes that never fail to spark an ache in his heart at him, his tired smile vanished and his feet started moving before he could say anything to her.

The floorboards creak beneath his half-laced boots on his way across the room to her. It prompts Bowie to pop his head up from around the side of the coffee table to catch a peek of whoever it is that's approaching his emotionally distraught owner. Upon seeing JJ's familiar face, the dog relaxes back into his lounging position atop the carpet and tracks JJ’s movements until he's seated next to her.

"This is about John B?" he asks.

Her cheeks are flushed in embarrassment at her sudden outburst, and she can't bear to meet his gaze right now. Despite him being her closest friend and husband, she feels as small and vulnerable as she did six years ago when she first learned of her brother's death from Shoupe. Time might as well be shaped in the form of a never-ending circle for them, directing them back to their seventeen-year-old state of mind every time things turn sour.

Y/N finally lifts her hanging head to look over at him after another few seconds and thinks she might crumble at the look on his face. He hates watching her cry.

"I guess," she says through a sniffle, "It's about the crib too, but I've been thinking about it a lot more since we picked the name. Our baby’s gonna grow up never knowing who his uncle was..."

With that, JJ takes it as his cue to pull her closer.

He scoots up behind her and lets his chin rest on the curve bridging her neck and shoulder together as he twines his arms around her body. It's a closeness that's as natural as breathing for him, so natural that he can hardly remember the years before it became normal for them to take part in little moments of intimacy like this. The warmth of their bodies cohabitates in the blurred line distinguishing where she ends and he begins, and he feels her relax, sagging in his embrace in appreciation of his miraculous ability to make her feel better no matter how worked up she is.

One of his hands rests on the swell of her bump in an absentminded effort to calm him too. Even though he isn't consciously thinking of it, he knows that her distress must upset the baby too. The contact steadies her, keeps her grounded to the moment rather than allowing her to slip away into the current of her negative thoughts, and she clings to every word he has to say.

He says, "You and I both know that isn’t true. He's gonna grow up seeing all the pictures you have of John B and ask about him all the time. And we'll tell him all the stories"—there's a pause of contemplation as he recalls a few particularly non-PG memories of his best friend—"Well, maybe not all of them, but you know what I mean."

This draws a soft bout of laughter from deep within her chest that he feels with how her body shakes ever so slightly with it. It seems so wrong to laugh with tears in her eyes but she can't help it. Her emotions have been scattered in every direction since the pregnancy began, and it has only gotten worse the further along she gets.

"If you ever tell him about the kief incident, I'm never giving you a bl—"

His free hand smushes over her mouth before she can say the rest.

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence.”

It's said so frantically, it makes her erupt in laughter hard enough to tickle her abdomen muscles with the aching sensation of it. The vibration of it under his palm makes him drop his hand a second later with the need to hear the beautiful sound. After seeing her cry, it's a welcome shift in mood, even if it's at his expense.

Her head is thrown back on his shoulder, mouth parted into a smile with the gleeful giggling filling the room. His stomach churns with butterflies at the sight of her. Even after all these years, he has the same reaction to her laughter every time. It makes him smile to himself and watch her in quiet reverence. It makes him ache with the same inklings of longing he felt for the first time when he was much younger.

Her laughter begins to die down by the time she can draw enough breath in to murmur a soft, "Sorry, angel," to him and reach down to hold the hand he rests on her belly as consolation for her joke.

They remain this way for another few minutes, tangled up in each other's arms on the floor of the living room with Bowie snoring a few feet away, before he manages to convince her to let him be the one to set up the crib instead. It takes a good five minutes of playful back and forth before she concedes under the condition that he'll let her paint the nursery by herself when the time comes, and that's all it takes for her to abandon the task in favor of finding something to snack on in the fridge.

In her defense, the crib is actually quite difficult to put together.

JJ doesn't consider himself an expert handyman by any means, at least not with anything outside of his area of expertise as an electrician, but he likes to think he knows enough to put together a "no assembly required" Ikea crib without wanting to bang his face against the wall.

In the end, it gets finished by the two of them in the middle of the night over a box of cold leftover pizza from the previous day. It takes them two hours of struggling before they get it fully assembled and placed where they want it in the room that'll soon belong to their son.

He pretends not to notice her sneaking back in to tie John B's old bandana around the wooden railing before they go to bed.

Tag List: @gabiatthedisco, @fangirlvoice, @black-syren, @apparrio, @particularcth, @planetdemon, @idk-ijustworkhere, @krisphann, @astrydis, @k-k0129, @zarahsloves, and @stilesflannels.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx #fanfiction #obx s2 #okay but ive been doing some thinking and i can formally declare that i think their song is call it what you want (by taylor swift)#it fits tbh

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just-some-gt-trash · 2 years

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Is it too late for a miracle?

This is my gift for @k1ngtok1 for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange

I used the prompt: Wish 1: Roman getting the love an appreciation he deserves <3, especially if it’s a wing AU or if he has wings of some kind (I’m a sucker for birds what can I say)

Well… I kind of turned into angst at the end because I wanted it to have an open ending, but if any of you wants it I can continue it!

CW: implied panic attack and past abusive relationships, claustrophobia.

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It’s been three years since Logan and Virgil graduated from college, three years saving money to buy their own house instead of renting the same apartment they've had since college. And the day finally came.

Logan went to his father's house for a few days to pick up the rest of his stuff, while Virgil finished packing at their apartment. He decided to go to his mothers’ house before meeting Logan at the new house to borrow their tool box in case there was something they needed to repair.

Now however, he was stuck at the dinner table eating plate after plate of whatever his mom gave him.

“Come on mi niño. I really need to tell Logan to feed you better, lookmat how skinny you are!”

Virgil let out a sigh, “when did you say ma was going to come back?”

His mom shook her head, “no, no, no. You won’t get out of this house until I make sure you eat more.”

“Moooom, Logan is waiting for me!” Virgil’s eyes lit up as an idea came to his mind, “you know what, why don’t you pack some food up so we have something to eat at the new house?”

That seemed to do the trick with her. “Oh you are absolutely right! But you need to go grocery shopping soon!” She took the half eaten plate of food back to the kitchen.

Finally, he could just take his stuff and go. Virgil stood up “I’m going to the attic for your toolbox while you’re at it!”

His mom poked her head out of the kitchen “Why don’t you go look through your old baby stuff? They may come in handy eventually,” his mom smirked and walked back inside.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “not subtle at all mom!” he sighed. It wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to move some of those stuff anyways, he just wasn't ready for what that might imply. Nop, he was here for the tool set and nothing else.

He went upstairs and turned on the lights of the attic. Man, when was the last time someone cleaned up here? Virgil made his way through the piles of boxes and holiday decorations, reading each label he could find.

Until one made him stop, his baby stuff.

Did he want to open that box? Logan and him weren’t even married yet, and he was thinking about children?! Virgil definitely blamed his mom for sticking that idea into his mind.

Virgil groaned and picked up the box. He left it on the ground so it would be easier to look at its contents and opened it.

He couldn’t help but smile softly at those old stuff, they were mostly toys and clothes he refused to get rid of at the time. Virgil never understood why his moms allowed him to be a hoarder but it really felt nice to think about those times.

Sure, Virgil wouldn't change his life with Logan for anything, but that made looking back even better.

It took him a long time to get out of his comfort zone and actually talk to people, even as a kid. Virgil preferred to sit on a corner at recess and color or read instead of play with the other kids.

And then, there it was, his all time favorite book. Virgil chuckled a bit at the sigh, that thing was so old and still he remembered every word to it.

He picked it up and brushed off the dust on the cover. It was a pretty big book considering at what age he used to read it, even teachers were amazed when he pulled it out.

Tales of the skies. A book narrating the adventures of Roman, a guy with wings. Yeah, it wasn't that impressive or anything but the stories kept Virgil entre for hours.

Oh the fun times he would have daydreaming with it. Imagining how fun it would be to have wings and fly freely just like Roman, and he may or may not have been his gay awakening but Virgil was definitely not ready to unpack all that.

Virgil opened the book and flipped through the pages, stopping to look at the amazing artwork. It was definitely one of the things he liked the most about this book. Each image looked like they were hand drawn and had so many details. Perhaps this book started his love for art.

Suddenly, Virgil snapped back to reality. The tools, that’s why he was here.

He closed the book and left it in his backpack without thinking too much about it, and kept looking for the tools. It didn’t take long for Virgil to find them.

He went back downstairs to pack the several containers full of food his mom prepared before getting out of the house.

The drive home went just as usual, except Virgil had to keep making sure none of the food spilled on the seat, but normal nonetheless.

Virgil parked in front of the new house and saw Logan waiting outside for him, a smile instantly forming on their lips as they saw each other.

“It's good to see you after four days.” Logan left his bag by the door and rushed to hug his boyfriend.

Virgil hugged back and kissed his cheek, “I missed you too. Never leave me like that again.”

Logan broke the hug and rolled his eyes, “I won’t. But I’m quite certain you’re more than able to take care of yourself, and survive without me.”

“Then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you're in the wrong.”

Logan chuckled, he wasn't the best at showing or expressing his emotions but all this time with Virgil certainty helped him. “You know I won't accept I’m wrong, but I’ll choose to believe you starlight.”

Virgil blushed, he would never get used to those nicknames Logan brought up out of nowhere. “Thank you,” he took his hand and intertwined their fingers. “Ready to see our new home?”

“Only if you're ready,” Logan smiled at Virgil and nodded.

Virgil nodded back and took his new key out of his pocket, raised his hand towards the doorknob and got the key in. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Logan was the first to step in, pulling Virgil with him. The place was empty since the bus with their stuff was still parked outside, and the house only came with a few furniture pieces.

Virgil looked around as he stayed close to Logan. This was it. This was their house, their home. “We did it,” he looked back at his boyfriend with a huge smile. “We finally did it!”

Logan smiled back and nodded, “we did.” He would have said more, but even he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe what he was feeling. Years of hard work and saving money for this finally became a reality. The only thing Lohan could do was hold Virgil by the waist and spin him up in the air.

Virgil yelped in surprise at the sudden action. He stared at Logan’s face with a confused expression and dark blush, but that quickly faded away as he started giggling. They were both very happy and he knew it.

Logan let his boyfriend down and they shared a kiss before letting the people from the moving company in to help them.

It was a long day for all of them; moving furniture around, opening boxes, taking stuff out. There was still a lot of stuff to unpack and find a place for but they were exhausted, that was definitely tomorrow’s work.

Virgil finished unwrapping the couch and just fell on it as he let out a sigh, “there, this is all I need.”

Logan sat on the ground next to him, “not even our bed? I’m sure it is way more comfortable than the couch.” He smiled softly and brushed a strand of hair out of Virgil’s face, “plus, there’s enough space for both of us to cuddle.”

“That does sound way better,” Virgil chuckled and kissed Logan’s hand. “But I really don’t have any energy left to set it up.”

Logan nodded, “I figured you wouldn’t. I can go and do that while you rest if you’d like.”

“You are the best boyfriend ever,” Virgil smiled and nodded.

“That’s because you can’t date yourself,” Logan left a soft kiss on Virgil’s forehead and stood up. “We can have some of your mom’s leftovers for dinner.”

Virgil laughed and covered his face. Logan had been teasing him about how he already filled the fridge with that food, “it was the only way for her to let me go!”

Logan chuckled, “sure. At least we don’t have to cook today.” He walked away to go and start with the bed.

Virgil scoffed and rolled his eyes, damn he really loved that man.

It only took a couple of minutes for Virgil to get bored. Sure he was tired but he wasn’t sleepy, and the tv and internet would be installed throughout the week so he had nothing else to do in the meantime.

He was seriously considering going to help Logan when his backpack fell off the coffee table. Huh, that was weird. Virgil sat up and picked it up, he didn’t remember putting something that could move inside.

As he looked through his stuff, Virgil spotted the book. Oh right he brought this from his mothers’ house, well it wouldn’t hurt to read it again.

Virgil opened the book and turned the first few pages to get to chapter one. But instead he found several blank pages where the story should be, yeah that wasn’t weird at all.

He blinked and closed the book, was he too tired he was seeing things already? Virgil shook his head, trying to bring himself back into reality so he could try to read again.

He reopened the book and nothing changed, the pages were still blank. Virgil flipped through the pages trying to find something, the only parts of the book that were intact were Roman’s portraits.

Virgil stopped at one of the drawings trying to figure out what was going on. It wasn't like he was extremely boring since his mind was not in the clearest mood and wasn't processing this correctly.

Until the page started to glow. Okay, this was definitely not normal.

A light shone through the lines of the drawing and became brighter and brighter with each second. Virgil dropped the book as it started shaking too.

Yeah no, time to freak out. The only thing Virgil could do was stare at it in shock. He didn’t even scream or called for Logan or anything of the sort, he was completely paralyzed.

The book started shaking a lot more, enough to flip itself upside down, and then it stopped. There was no light, no movement, just the book opened and facing down.

That’s when Virgil unfroze, he had to do something about it now didn’t he? He took a deep breath and moved closer to the book. Virgil reached down and picked it up.

And if he wasn’t panicking before, he definitely was now.

There was a small winged person under the book, a specific person, Roman.

Roman looked as confused as Virgil was, but something must have been blocking his vision since he didn’t notice the gigantic human in front of him.

Virgil watched as Roman rubbed his eyes and blinked, trying to gain his sight back. He looked all the way up to Virgil and his face immediately changed from confusion, to fear. Roman opened his mouth to scream and the only thing Virgil thought of doing was placing the book back on top of him.

Shit shit shit. What the actual fuck was going on? Virgil had to keep his hands over the book since the tiny hero kept trying to get out. Roman’s little voice wasn’t loud enough for him to understand what he was saying but he really sounded mad.

How was this even possible? Virgil's favorite character from his favorite childhood book was standing right there in front of him! Was he supposed to be so small? He remembered Roman being normal sized in the book.

Virgil's thoughts were interrupted by the small Roman’s screams. Oh right, he should probably try to calm him down. Virgil took a deep breath and lifted the book.

“-ou giant monster!” Roman was in the middle of screaming when he was ‘freed.’

Virgil acted instinctively and wrapped his hand around Roman, being careful with his wings and covering his mouth with his thumb. “Shhh… okay, I know this is weird for both of us but I promise I won't hurt you. I’m going to uncover your mouth if you promise not to sc-”

Roman interrupted him by biting his finger.

“Really?” Virgil rolled his eyes, “I’m trying to reason with you.”

Roman huffed and his wings puffed, “I have no reason to trust you. Now let me go so I can figure out where I am and how to get home!” He started wiggling on Virgil’s grip.

“I can’t have you running or flying around the house just like that!” Virgil took a deep breath and reminded himself to keep his voice low. “You’re going to freak my boyfriend out.”

“Not my problem.” Roman glared at Virgil, “can I go now?”

Virgil sighed “no, you and I are going to have a talk.” He stood up and picked up the book as he looked around the house, they needed a private space. The kitchen had an open design so that wouldn’t work, so the bathroom it was.

Virgil took the small and angry Roman to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Look, I just want to talk. It’s not like I intend to keep you here or anything. I just opened the book, you got out of it, and it feels like I should be panicking but my brain is too tired for that. So we can work together and figure out how to get you back in the story and Lo never has to find out about this!”

Roman just stared at him, “woah this really makes you nervous. I don’t think I’ve heard someone talk that fast before.”

Right, he needed to be calm. Virgil took a deep breath and opened his palm so Roman could sit on it “I mean, not every day your favorite character from your favorite book comes to life.”

Roman flapped his wings, Virgil had been careful with them but they were still treated harshly. He raised an eyebrow “what book? What are you talking about?”

Virgil blinked, “you’re not aware you’re a fictional character are you?”

Roman snorted, “me? What aspect of all this makes you think I don’t exist?” He gestured to himself and opened his wings to show them off.

“Everything? You’re barely four inches tall, your clothes look like you just came back from a role playing session, and you have literal wings.”

Roman made an offended noise. “First of all,” he stood up on Virgil’s hand, “you’re the giant one here. Second, my clothes are not… whatever you said they were. And, my wings are the most flawless in all of Flightwood!”

Virgil nodded, “I know. That's what your story is all about, but Flightwoog isn't even a real place here.” He sighed, “I didn't think I would have to explain it to you, and this is going to be really confusing at first but I’m telling you the truth, Roman.”

“How do you know my name?” Roman crossed his arms.

“Because I read about you. I know pretty much everything that was written in the book, if I remember correctly that is,” Virgil shrugged.

Roman hummed as he thought for a bit. “Fine, I mean if there’s a book about me I want to see it.”

Virgil bit his lip, “weeell, we may have a problem with that.” He left Roman next to the sink and opened the book to show him the blank pages. “The words just erased themselves before you appeared,” Virgil mentioned as he flipped through the book. “The drawings seem to still be intact though.”

Roman flew over to sit on Virgil's shoulder so he could take a better look at the book. “Woah, is that me?”

Virgil smiled a bit and nodded. “Yep, the illustrations are very detailed. I knew exactly who you were when I saw your face.”

Roman chuckled, “well whoever drew this definitely caught my best angle.”

“Sure,” Virgil said sarcastically. He blinked as an idea popped into his mind, “that's it! We can find whoever wrote the book and hope they have some sort of answer.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “and how are we going to do that if there's no words in the book?”

Virgil closed it and looked over at Roman, “I need to introduce you to the internet.”

“How about you introduce yourself first? I still don't trust you but it looks like you're my only way home.”

“Oh right.” Virgil held his hand in front of Roman and stuck his finger out, “my name is Virgil.”

Roman took the finger and shook it, “I can't say it's nice to meet you, but thank you.”

“Virgil? Do you want me to reheat your mom’s food?” Logan called from the outside.

“Uh yes please! I’ll be there in a minute!” Virgil scooped Roman out of his shoulder. “One more thing, we can't have Logan finding out about this. He has made some improvements on interacting with others but he would probably try to study you or something.”

Roman just stared at Virgil, “and that is not scary at all or anything.”

Virgil shrugged, “sorry. That means we have to keep you hidden somewhere.”

“Yey, you're going to lock me out like a pet,” Roman asked sarcastically. “Why did I have to trust you again?”

“It won't be that bad, just until we can talk to the author.” Virgil flushed the toilet so Logan would hear it and opened the bathroom door. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear and started to walk to their room.

Logan stopped him from afar. “Starlight, can you go and grab my phone charger from the room please.”

Virgil didn't turn around and just nodded, “sure love.” He kept walking away.

Roman snickered, “starlight?”

“Shut up, it's a cute nickname ok?” Virgil got to their room, surprised Logan was able to assemble the bed and bedside tables already.

Roman shrugged, “whatever makes you feel better. I just think it's cheesy.”

Virgil looked around the room, “oh yeah? What would you call your partner then?” Their best option to keep Roman hidden was a box, luckily they had plenty of those around.”

“Something a lot more personal. I can’t just think of one when I don’t know the person.”

“For your information, Logan and I met in astrology class. Starlight sounds quite personal to me.” Virgil dragged one of the boxes with his clothes closer to the bed.

Roman hummed, that did sound pretty cute. “I'll take it back then.”

Virgil chuckled a bit, “thank you.” He opened the box and left Roman inside, “and I’m sorry because I know you don’t like small places.”

“W-wait you’re leaving me here?” Roman stood up and looked around, “it's way too cramped, I-I’m not sure about this.”

“I know I know, but it’s just for tonight. I’ll look for something bigger tomorrow.” Virgil closed the box without another word.

Roman tried to push the lid to open the box again, “Virgil please! You can't leave me here!” He started banging one of the sides of the box as he cried out for the human.

Virgil did feel bad, a lot. He knew he would be worrying about Roman all dinner, but he didn't want Logan to worry if he took any longer. “I’ll be back after dinner to take you out,” he grabbed Logan's charger and got out of the room.

Roman kept screaming, even if he knew Virgil wasn't there to listen. He needed to get out, the box already felt like it was shrinking and closing up around him.

Virgil took a deep breath as he walked to the dining room. Everything would be fine, he just had to eat quickly and be back before Roman would even notice.

“I got your…” Virgil stopped as he went in. Well, one more surprise to the list today, “... charger.”

Logan always wore formal clothes, but he managed to look even more elegant somehow. Their new table was decorated with what looked like thousands of candles. It really made the environment a lot more romantic.

Logan had a wide smile on his face, “surprise.”

Virgil was stunned, Logan had never made something like this. “Y-you could have told me something so I could dress up.”

Logan chuckled, “then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” He walked over to his boyfriend and took his hand to kiss it. “Besides, it's not like you don't look lovely already.”

Virgil blushed and let out a small snicker, “liar. I haven’t even taken a shower today.”

“You won’t just take the compliment right?”

“You know me too well,” Virgil smiled and kissed Logan’s cheek.

Logan smiled back, “we can take a shower after dinner. Now let's eat or you’ll reheat your food if it gets cold.” He walked over to a chair and pulled it out so Virgil could sit.

Virgil smiled, “thank you.” He sat down and looked down at his plate, it looked like a brand new meal, not like leftovers, “you really outdid yourself.”

Logan blushed a bit as he sat down, “I wanted to do something special for the first night at our house.” He picked up a glass already full with champagne and held it up.

Virgil did the same thing and clinked their glasses.

“For this new chapter in our lives my dear.” Logan smiled and drank some before putting the glass down.

Virgil smiled at his boyfriend. “Yeah, for this new chapter.” He spoke a lot softer and drank some champagne as well. ‘Chapter’ was an interesting word to use considering the circumstances.

The rest of dinner went normally. Logan and Virgil were catching up from those few days they were apart, distracting Virgil enough from the Roman situation. There wasn’t any food left on their plates and Virgil was about to go when Logan grabbed his hand.

“Before we go to bed… There's something I want to ask you.” Logan rubbed the back of Virgil’s hand with his thumb.

That took Virgil by surprise, especially because Logan looked so nervous. He intertwined their fingers, “what is it?”

Logan smiled softly and let go of his boyfriend’s hand as he stood up. “Usually I would have waited a long time to make sure everything was in the correct place at the correct moment, but living with you all these years has taught me to be a lot more spontaneous and not let us overthink too much.”

Virgil’s eyes went wide as Logan kneeled in front of him.

“We’ve been together long enough for me to know you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Logan got a small black box from under the tablecloth, “Virgil Sanders. Would you make me the happiest man in the world and be my-“

Logan was interrupted by a loud thud coming from their bedroom, followed by several other sounds. As if someone was roaming through their stuff.

Virgil looked back at the hallway. Shit, how did Roman get out of the box? And what was he doing?

Logan stood up, not exactly happy his proposal was ruined. “Stay here,” he left the box at the table and went to look for whatever that was. Luckily the concern overflowed any other emotion right now.

“W-wait!” Virgil stood up, he looked over at the table and hesitated for a bit. He knew what was in that box, he knew what Logan was doing and he felt horrible for ruining it. He took a deep breath and went after Logan.

Unfortunately for Virgil, he wasn’t able to catch up and Logan was already opening the door. He arrived just in time to look inside the room with Logan.

A now normal sized Roman stood in the room, his wings awkwardly placed so he wouldn't bump any other box. Some clothes were on the floor along with the pieces of the broken box he was in. “I uh… surprise?”

Okaaay, that was enough surprises for one day. Virgil turned to Logan as he tried to read the expression on his face, “I can explain. Well no I can't since we don't really understand what's going on but uh… h-he won't hurt us or anything.”

Logan looked at Virgil and grabbed his hand to pull him away from the door as he closed it. “You knew that was here?”

“He, his name is Roman and yes I let him stay. It's complicated but somehow he got out of his book.” Virgil tried to explain.

“His book? What book?”

“I brought my childhood book when I went to my moms’ and I just wanted to read it and then he appeared, but he was uh,” Virgil used his hands to show Roman’s previous size to Logan, “smaller.”

Logan took a deep breath, “why didn't you tell me?”

Virgil nodded a bit, “I know I should have but how was I going to explain this to you? We were hoping to find a way to get him back before you noticed. I wasn't expecting him to grow.”

Logan placed his hands on Virgil's shoulders. “Look, I’m not mad or anything but if something… weird like this happens you need to tell me. We’re together in this aren't we?”

“We are!” Virgil didn't want this situation to get in the way of Logan’s proposal. He placed his hands on top of Logan’s, “we are and I’m sorry. We were both freaked out and I didn’t know what to do. Just please don't interrogate him or anything like that, Roman’s just as confused as we are.”

Logan fell silent for a bit. “Virge, you thought I was going to study him?”

“No…” Virgil sighed, “okay yes. But just because I know how curious this would have made you and Roman was having a hard time trusting me. I couldn't just give him to you to dissect him.”

Logan took his hands away from Virgil, “is that really how you think about me? You think I would experiment on him as if he isn't at least somewhat human?”

Virgil froze, “t-that's not what I meant Lo. I just didn’t know how you would react! I didn-”

Roman opened the door and poked his head out. “Uh, sorry to interrupt but do you have a bigger room? One with hopefully less stuff? I don't want to keep destroying things…”

Virgil looked up at Roman. Oh fuck he was hot, those illustrations didn't make him justice.

Logan glanced between Roman and his boyfriend. He frowned, “most rooms are empty. I’m sure Virgil can accommodate you on one.”

Virgil looked back at Logan and just nodded a bit. This night wasn't going like any of them expected. “We should have an inflatable mattress or something.” He made a sign for Roman to follow him.

Roman noticed the awkwardness between them but didn't dare to say anything.

Logan watched them as they walked to another room and sighed. This night was supposed to be special and now it was ruined. He went into their room to pick up everything Roman pushed to the ground.

Roman walked behind Virgil to another room. “So… I’m guessing that was your boyfriend?”

Virgil nodded, “and he was going to be my fiancé just a moment ago. I hope this doesn't make him doubt.”

Roman stopped, “d-did I ruin the proposal? Oh my I’m so sorry I don’t, I mean I didn't... I-I could go talk to him!” He turned around.

“No no no no no” Virgil grabbed Roman's arm, “you’ve done enough already. Logan just needs some time alone.”

Roman glanced at Virgil. “I’m… really sorry, you wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me.”

Virgil sighed, “I guessed it's not entirely your fault. If I had told him about you he wouldn't have tried to propose tonight.” He looked down.

“Hey,” Roman cupped Virgil's cheek and made him look up at him. “Maybe he’s mad at you, maybe he's mad at me, but he was going to propose for a reason. I don't think this will make him not want to marry you.”

Virgil really felt like he needed to cry. Sure they didn't exactly have a huge fight, but he knew how much Logan struggled with lies and trust issues, he should have known better. “Let's just get you set up and I’ll go back to hi-” Virgil huffed as he was pulled into a tight hug.

Roman kept Virgil close to him. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, but it's okay if you feel nervous about it.”

Virgil let himself relax against Roman and nodded a bit, “I know. You really don't have to do this, you know? It's not really your problem.”

“Come on, I’ve caused you enough trouble for today. It's the least I can do.” Roman broke the hug and smiled down at Virgil.

“Thank you, but seriously we need to get you set up.” Virgil kept walking towards the unused room, trying to ignore how flustered he felt by the hug.

It took a while for them to find the inflatable mattress and some extra sheets, but Roman was ready to spend the night and the room was wide enough for him to not panic.

Virgil decided to pick up the stuff from dinner as Romna rested, and to give Logan some more time alone. He took the little black box and stared at it for a while. Logan should be the one to open it for him to see the ring… Virgil took a deep breath and walked back to their room.

Logan had already taken a shower and was sitting on the bed with a towel around his shoulders.

Virgil knocked on the door, “can I come in?” He asked with a soft voice.

Logan looked over at the door, “you can.”

Virgil walked inside, closing the door behind him. He walked slowly to the bed and sat down next to Logan, then he tried to hand him the box.

“Ah, that.” Logan didn’t take it and looked at Virgil instead, “perhaps it was a bit rushed.”

Virgil sighed and took Logan’s hand, “it wasn’t.” He placed the box on it and closed his fingers around it. “I’m really sorry about earlier, I should have told you something.”

Logan nodded, “you should have but, I get it. It’s not a common or easy situation, but you don’t have to say anything about the proposal if you don’t want to.”

“But I want to.” Virgil cupped Logan’s cheek, “I love you. You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I can’t imagine my life without you. Moving was already scary enough, and ‘husband’ is just another fancy title to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Logan snorted, “what a way to see it. Sounds like you don’t want to marry me then.”

Virgil groaned and chuckled, “that’s not what I meant and you know it.” He elbowed Logan and pulled him for a short kiss.

Logan kissed back. “I know, but I think it’s fair for me to tease you considering the circumstances.”

“Ok fine.” Virgil shrugged, “it’s fair. As long as this doesn’t make you regret your decision.”

Logan looked down at the ring and considered it for a bit. Why would he regret it? This was just a miscommunication issue, sure it was something he struggled with but Virgil already felt quite guilty. “It doesn’t.” Logan took the box and kneeled in front of Virgil.

“Let’s try this again. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I know that’s going to come with a lot of arguments but that won’t make me love you any less. Virgil Sanders.” Logan opened the box, allowing Virgil to finally see the ring. It was made out of a black metal decorated with dark blue gems, and it had a purple gem in the middle. “Would you marry me?”

Virgil smiled widely, god he was really crying now. He nodded rapidly, “Yes, of course I will.”

Logan put the ring on Virgil’s finger and pulled him into a deep kiss.

They were so busy loving each other that they didn’t notice the partially open door, and Roman watching them from the outside.

One of his tears fell on a piece of paper that was already crumbled up, but the drawing on it still clearly showed Logan’s face. Of course he didn’t want to ruin their proposal earlier, he didn’t even know Logan was the guy he was looking for. But he knew now that there was no way he could be his soulmate, not with the way he looked at Virgil. Well, he definitely got scammed by that witch and was now trapped here, forced to be reminded of that love he so desperately needs.

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Pairings: Analogince

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The Midnight of Despair | Volturi Kings x fem!reader

As you all can see, I got carried away just a little with this one. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I'm planning at least part two, since this part got soooo long.

Anyway!

I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing. Sorry for any grammatical errors, as well as any confusion with syntax. English isn't my native but I always try my best! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

Please, pay attention to the warnings. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics, simply do not read.

I pictured here Aro from the films (as Michael Sheen is perfect for this part), Caius from the films (maybe a little bit older) and Marcus from the films but his younger self (maybe 20?). Also, I wrote at one point that [Y/N] has blonde hair and blue eyes but it just helped me with the descriptions. Obviously, you can picture characters according to your wishes.

Warnings: Rape (graphic description!), Depression, PTSD, Swear words, Forced Pregnancy

Word count: 7816 (!)

Summary: [Y/N] and Bella are childhood friends. They were always there for each other. [Y/N] had tough times and struggles with everyday life. Bella faces depression after Edward had left her. [Y/N] tries to get her going and alive. One day [Y/N] is raped and gets pregnant with the rapist. Not long after that it turns out that Edward got himself into the mess with Volturi. [Y/N], even traumatized and in pieces, will not let Bella go without her supervision to Italy. What is going to happen when [Y/N] will stay at Volterra? Is she really predestined to be Kings' mate? Is she going to have her baby or abort the pregnancy? Will the trauma go away or is she going to struggle for a long time?

You thought that the death of your parents was enough to break you. As they say, if you’re not willing to bend, you’ll break. And you did. After all.

Ever since you’ve been born, everything went downhill. You were a weak child and within your first five years of life, you’ve gone through countless surgeries. Something was terribly wrong with your spine and the doctors were worried that you wouldn't be able to move normally.

You got your ‘happily ever after’. After fourteen surgeries and taking more than a dozen medications, you could be considered healthy. It made you remember the better part of your childhood. At this point, you couldn’t even recall constant visits at hospital or ingesting enormous amount of drugs.

What you could recall, was the agony that your mom went through while dying of pancreatic cancer. You tried to help her but there was literally no help available. Sure, chemo did help, but only a little tiniest bit. When someone got this type of cancer, there was only one way to die. It was neither pretty, nor pleasant.

So your mother died when you were sixteen. Your father followed shortly after her. He suffered from severe depression after your mother’s passing, but it was the car accident that got him killed. You were just before your graduation.

You’ve finished school and tried to go on. It wasn’t exactly an easy path to follow. You had the feeling that fate had made you its whore and the devil knows his jokes. Somehow, you got through college. You used the money from your dad's insurance policy entirely for your education. It was the only thing you could do to secure your future.

At 22, you got a job at the same hospital where doctor Cullen worked. You were a nurse on the paediatrics ward, but the hospital in Forks was so small that you often found yourself working with doctor Cullen. He was always kind to you and exuded a fatherly warmth. However, like everyone from Cullen family, he was slightly withdrawn from all conversations and social activities.

You noticed a slight change in his behaviour when your best friend, Bella, started dating with the doctor's youngest son, Edward. Carlisle has been talking to you more and more. The conversations weren't long – more like short exchanges of words, whether about his family’s well-being or any leisure activities both of you devoted yourselves after work. Nevertheless, you started calling each other by the others’ given name.

You met with Bella on average once a week. Sure, you were four years older than her, but the age difference never was a problem. You always got along well, and age had nothing to do with it. With time, you've watched Bella thrive during her relationship with Edward and you've enjoyed her happiness. Your relationship had loosened a little, but you didn't hold it against her. With Forks being so small, you could easily meet Bella on the street or in a shop and talk to her about silly things or this boyfriend of hers. It made her blush furiously every time you brought up the topic, especially if Edward waited nearby.

And then, just like that, something snapped. Of course, you heard about their huge quarrel about god knows what, and that Bella wanted to make herself scarce immediately. Charlie called you that night if , by any chance, you could talk some sense into her. Bella not once picked up her phone and then she got her stupid ass into the hospital. And magically reconciled with Edward. That’s when you started to be suspicious. Something wasn’t right about this situation, at all, but you let it be.

Time passed and even though you liked Carlisle as a colleague, you became gradually suspicious about him and his family. Things that you noticed were little, almost insignificant, but something told you that there’s more than meets the eye. Bella herself began to limit contact with you, mainly due to her lack of time for Edward. But when you did get a chance to meet and talk, the subject of Edward still came to the surface.

You tried to understand your friend, while not understanding her at all. You also were in love once but your mother's illness and then your father's death took too much of a toll on you, to experience your first love in such an intense way. It was incomprehensible to you, how Bella could lose her head so much for this boy. And yet you tried, tried to be there when Bella needed you the most. Simply because you were a good friend and also because you needed a friend.

You were left alone, out in this world, with no one to care about and no one to love. Only Bella, as present and, most importantly, alive person, connected you with your childhood and good memories from that time. She was the only one left. You considered her your family and you didn’t want to lose her too. Not after all you’ve been through.

At the day of her birthday, you saw her quickly after her school. You gave her a small gift and you both agreed to meet a day later because Edward's family had invited her to stay at their place. After that birthday, everything changed. The next day Bella went missing. You went to her house exactly as agreed and Charlie said she had been gone for a few hours.

When Bella was found later that evening by Sam, Charlie's colleague, everything became frighteningly clear. The Cullens had moved out of town. Apparently, Carlisle had gotten a lucrative job somewhere else. That didn't surprise you, he was a really great doctor. But how could he not mention a word of it to you? Not that you were so close to him but you considered him a good comrade of yours and moving out of town like this, without a word… It seemed extremely strange to you.

The months that followed were very similar. Bella fell into a deep depression and apathy. You came to visit her, but during these visits it was mainly you who talked. You talked about work, about your next qualification course and about the anniversary of your mum's death. Bella mostly remained silent. Charlie confirmed that, yes, she did go to school, but apart from that, she sat in her room all day and stared at the window.

You knew from Charlie that she was slowly trying to reconnect with her friends. And that she was spending a lot of time with that boy from the reservation. You were happy because it meant that your friend was slowly coming back to life. Maybe not back to normal, not yet, but at least she was trying. And you were trying too. To be a good friend, a good sister to her.

You started talking more during your visits at her house. Unlike before, the subject of Edward didn't exist. It was as if he had never existed. So you did not mention him at all. Bella was healing, slowly, just as you were, when both of your parents died. She was there for you, even if you could only talk to her on the phone because, at that time, she permanently lived with Renee.

For the first time in several months, you hoped that things would somehow work out. In your life, the moments when you were truly happy never lasted long. It was the same this time. One day, you went to Port Angeles to buy new clothes for work. Yours were still from your university days, worn out, but not so long ago you were short of money and preferred to spend it on other things rather than buying new clothes.

By the time you got back to your car it was pretty late. The car park was deserted. On your way to the car, a man accosted you and, before you knew it, he had hit you on the head with something heavy. When you woke up, you were in a squalid alley. The man was pressing you against a wall with all his strength. You only realised what he was going to do, when you felt a cool breeze brush against your bare legs. Your trousers and underwear were almost at your ankles. You started to squirm, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. You heard his quiet giggle next to your ear.

"Don't resist angel, I’ll be quick," he whispered in your ear, pawing at your breasts with his left hand. You felt sick to your stomach. He had hideous breath, as if he had been drinking for three days, then puked and drank again. You started to jerk harder, to pull away, but it only caused you pain. He held tight, pushing against you with his whole body and whispering disgusting things under his breath. When he finally entered you, he tugged hard on your hair. He made no effort to cover your mouth because you didn't even try to scream. You were out of breath, unable to say a word. You were afraid that he would kill you. You wanted him to go away so that the pain would end and you could finally go home.

When he finished, he let you go and just walked away. You stood there, half naked, frozen and shaken, for god knows how long. You were unable to move. When you felt his semen running down your leg, you finally managed to vomit. Your cheek was bruised and scratched from how hard he pressed you against the rough wall. You wanted to go home, but you didn't have the strength to get up from the street.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you finally got up. You got dressed and walked to your car. Everything hurt. You didn't want to, but you knew, you had to go to the hospital. You could not leave it like that. He had already hurt you, but what about the others? You couldn't let that happen. All the way to the hospital in Port Angeles your hands were trembling. Returning to that memory, you didn't even remember how you got to the ER.

At the hospital, they took care of you properly. They called the police. Two female doctors were there for a medical examination. The nurses were very nice. You tried to put on a good face. You've thought about how your sexual experiences has been so far. Your first sex, like most people's, was terrible. Your boyfriend was two years older, you were 17 and it all went wrong. You were in pain. He didn't seem too happy either. Up until you graduated from high school, you tried to make it work somehow, but there were never any fireworks. It wasn't until college that you discovered the good side of sex.

However, you never had sex with someone you loved more than life. You haven't met anyone like that. And you were sure that sex with that person would be unique and exceptional. Until now, of course. Lying on a hospital bed, you felt exploited. Abused. Filthy. Humiliated. How can one do something like that to another person? The nurse asked if someone could come and pick you up, and you didn't have much of a choice. You called Bella. While she was on her way to the hospital, you let the police officers question you. You mechanically slurred the words as if it wasn't about you at all. As if it wasn’t you that had been raped.

As soon as you saw Bella, you were no longer able to pretend that nothing had happened. You were sobbing and she hugged you tight, telling you that he would pay for it. You weren't so sure about that. You wanted to be home as soon as possible, so you went back to Forks. Bella said nothing while driving because there was nothing that could be said. In the shower, you scrubbed yourself so hard with the pumice that you thought you had taken off all your skin. To your absolute disgust, you could still feel his touch on you. You could hear him whisper against your ear and you could smell his hideous breath.

A week has passed. Bella texted you every day, and you were able to hang out almost every other day. She was a good sister, a great friend. She didn't want to leave you alone in this. Despite being offered leave, you went to work. You didn't want to keep thinking about what happened. Each time, after taking a bath, you were unable to look in the mirror. On the first day, right after scrubbing, you decided to take a look. You had bruises on your stomach, thighs, buttocks and breasts. Your forearms were scraped, your cheek was scratched and bruised. The worst of it was that you had been bleeding for days. The gynaecologist said, it was due to too much force, and the fact that you actively resisted for a while.

You were trying to get back to normal. You went to work, you were seeing Bella and taking your course. But no one could touch you. You didn't even shake hands to say hello. You didn't care at all, you couldn’t endure a touch anymore. Not in any way. You didn't get your period, but the doctor said it could happen. It was a shock to the body and a lot of pain to bear. Also, you bled for almost a week after the rape.

You started to be afraid to go out alone. When in a shop or at work, if anyone approached you from behind, you started panicking and hyperventilating. You couldn’t walk ordinarily on the street. You looked behind every two or three minutes to assure yourself that nobody was following you. Your hands trembled while driving the car or making the tea. Your eyes were starting to water as soon as someone even tried to touch you. You had nightmares and you started losing your mind because of this.

When your period did not come in the following month, you began to worry. Surely you couldn't get pregnant with this... monster. Not you. Of course you have checked. You would not be able to live in such ignorance. It turned out that yes, you indeed were pregnant. When the doctor confirmed it, you fainted. Not you, not like that. You didn't even think you'd ever be a mum. Let alone like this. You hated your body even more and the fact that it had betrayed you in such a villainous way.

You knew this path led to madness. You were in an even worse mental condition, than after losing your mum; than after dad died in the accident. You have shed countless tears. You didn't want to abort this pregnancy, and at the same time you wanted it with all your heart. If only you were able to defend yourself. Break away from him and run as far away as possible. It would never have happened. But you were weak and didn't even have the energy to scream. Would it have made any difference though?

You were constantly beating yourself up with thoughts about whether you should keep the baby, when something completely bizarre happened. Jacob called you that he had to rescue Bella after jumping off a cliff. Annoyed, you got in your car and drove up to the Swans' house. Bella's car wasn't there, so you waited patiently in yours. When they arrived, you were boiling with rage.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” you shouted, as you got out of the car.

Bella rolled her eyes. She looked miserable. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was soaked through. She smiled weakly towards you.

“It was just for fun, you know” she muttered, as you hugged her tightly. It was your first closer contact since…

“It was just for sport,” she tried again.

You snorted in annoyance.

“Yeah, sure, get inside before you get sick.”

As you both stepped onto the porch, Jacob unexpectedly grabbed Bella's wrist. They shared a look.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. You can go now, Jake,” she muttered, trying to disentangle herself from his grasp.

You smiled weakly at him, while Bella was looking for her keys.

“Cool, I'll take care of her until Charlie gets back. Thanks for saving her stupid ass,” you said. Jacob smiled amused, but still seemed slightly tense.

“No problem. Always at your service,” he joked. “Well... See ya around,” he said goodbye and walked away to his car.

You walked into the house with Bella.

“What were you thinking? You could have died” you muttered under your breath, stripping off your jacket.

“Well...actually I wasn't thinking, like, at all” Bella admitted, smiling apologetically at you.

“Next time think about Charlie,” you said, hugging her once more. Your body screamed that you shouldn't do that, but you were glad that Bella was okay.

While Bella changed into dry clothes, you made hot tea for both of you. Someone knocked on the door. The knocking was not from the front, but from the courtyard. You walked slowly to the door and opened it. Edward's sister, Alice, stood in front of you. You wouldn't have known what she looked like, if Bella hadn't shown you pictures of her. But other than that, you knew quite a bit about her, because when Bella was still with Edward, she couldn’t kept her mouth shut about Alice.

“Hi. Can I come in?” she asked politely. She tried to look normal, but there was something in her behaviour that made you nervous. You were about to reply, when Bella appeared in the kitchen.

“Alice!” she squealed, throwing herself around the brunette's neck. After a moment, she pulled away and looked at Alice in disbelief. "Are you really here? Or am I just dreaming this?" asked Bella.

It was your turn to roll the eyes.

“Of course she’s here” you said, now slightly annoyed. “Don’t be bothered by me, please, proceed to whatever you wanted to say.”

Your sarcastic tone was not intended, but justified. You were slowly beginning to get fed up with this family's games. First they move out and turn Bella's life upside down, and now the big comeback? Something's not right here. Besides, at that moment, you weren't the right person to play with. You had enough problems of your own and your life was messed up enough. What you didn't know at that moment, was that everything was about to change fundamentally very soon.

Alice took no notice of you.

"Bella, listen. Edward thinks you committed suicide. He told me that he doesn't want to live either, so he is on his way to the Volturi to ask them for an execution."

You had no idea what she was talking about. Bella was terrified, and you didn't know what was going on here.

"What, who the fuck are Volturi? Did Edward get involved with some cult? Also, how did he know Bella killed herself?" you asked, not understanding anything of what Alice was talking about earlier.

"We have to go to Italy, Bella,” she ignored you once more. “If they refuse him, I'm not sure what he'll do" as Alice spoke, Bella began to gather herself quickly to leave.

You grabbed her hand.

"And where do you think you are going?" you asked in disbelief. Bella looked at you apologetically.

"Y/N, I have to go. They're going to murder him. Just the fact that I'm alive will convince him."

You snorted in disbelief.

"You're dead serious? And can't you call him and tell him it's a misunderstanding? Besides, Bella, this guy ghosted you. He left you here, alone, with not one explanation and you want to fly to the other side of the world to save this dumb ass?" you asked, trying to take your mind off this ludicrous circumstance.

“Oh my god, we’ll take her with us if she’s not going to back down” said Alice in exasperation.

“And to your kind information, I won't back down. Your douchebag brother and the rest of your family turned her adrift. I was the one who pulled her out of her depression, and I will not let the exact same thing happen again because of any of you,”you hissed out in anger. You saw something in Alice's eyes that you considered to be admiration.

You looked at Bella expectantly.

“Y/N, I still love him. I cannot let this go” Bella whispered and you felt as your chest tightened. “Please…”

You heaved a heavy sigh.

“Okey, but I’m coming with you,” you decided and noticed that Alice's eyes were momentarily clouded with mist. You had no idea what was going on here, but you were sure that this whole affair with the Volturi, whoever the hell they were, didn't sound good.

After a few seconds, Alice looked at Bella, then at you and back at Bella.

“Get your coats, we have to go now,” she said.

“But Alice...” protested Bella.

“There's no time for that. We'll explain everything to her on the way. If we start now, we won't get out of here until noon” she muttered exasperatedly, walking out of the house. You looked at Bella.

“Bells, what's this all about?” you asked, and she just sighed quietly. You both quickly got your shoes on.

“We'll tell you on the plane but I'm afraid the Volturi won't like that a lot,” she said with worried expression on her face.

When you were at the airport waiting for a plane, you had countless questions in your head. Why the fuck Edward was pulling such nonsense? Why to be so dramatic about thing that didn’t even happen? Did this idiot really get involved in some sort of cult? And why was his sister so concerned about it that she decided to tell you ‘everything’, whatever needed to be said? However, the question that kept you wondering was who were the mysterious Volturi and what could they possibly resent about you?

One thing you were sure of. There hadn't been a moment since the sexual assault when you hadn't thought about it. And now your thoughts were occupied by the mysterious Volturi and you immensely wanted to find out what it was really all about.

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On a plane ride, you found out that vampires are no fairy tales and your best friend was in love with one. It was a wild thought but, as soon as Alice started taking, you knew it wasn’t a joke. You were given so much information at once that you were unable to respond to anything as Alice finished her long monologue. You had a drink of water, although at that moment you very much regretted not being able to drink whisky.

“Okey, lets say I get most of this…” you said with a low voice, trying to be careful with what you’re saying. “But can you tell me who are Volturi and why would they want to decapitate Edward?” you asked, looking sideways, afraid that someone might hear.

Alice let out a sigh.

“The Volturi are the equivalent of the justice system in our world. They are the ones who created the laws that help us hide from the world, and they are the ones who enforce them. They consider themselves… sort of royalty, as their leaders – Aro, Caius and Marcus – are over three thousand years old.”

If you were to be honest, you were not very good at processing this information. Three thousand years? The first thought that popped into your mind was that they must be immensely lonely. You were sure you wouldn't want to live so many years without having anyone worthy by your side. Later, Alice quickly summarised all the laws that every vampire must obey. They weren't complicated, but when you thought about it a little longer, some of them weren't so easy to follow.

“I don't want to whine, or come off as ungrateful or anything like that, but... didn't you just break the law? By telling me about you?” you asked cautiously, not knowing if what you were saying was right.

Alice sighed again, this time heavier than before.

“It’s complicated” she said succinctly, which interested Bella, who was eating some kind of sandwich.

“This vision of yours was about [Y/N]?” she asked Alice curiously. Alice merely nodded. When Alice told you about her gift, and this was at the very beginning of the story, you found it hard to believe. It wasn’t so unbelievable now.

"Eat something," Alice said to you. "It's good for the baby" she added after a moment, seeing you hesitate. You swallowed heavily, as you suddenly felt sick. The memories of that evening came back.

Alice smiled softly, as if knowing exactly what you were thinking about. And this was supposed to be Edward's gift.

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" she asked, and your eyes almost fell out.

"Can you predict that?" you asked in disbelief. She and Bella both smiled. Alice nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, sure. I can't predict if the baby... you know, if it will be born, however, the sex I can tell you.”

You pondered on it, while eating your sandwich. The nausea eased, when you could think of something different than that unlucky evening. Before you knew it, you fell asleep and Alice woke you up when you landed in Italy. As Alice drove the stolen car, you tried to admire the beautiful views of Tuscany outside your window. When you had almost reached Volterra, you thought how wonderful it would be to live here.

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This stupid boyfriend of hers. That was all his fault. Of course, Bella made it at the last minute. You, together with Alice, went to abandon the stolen car somewhere. Although, you had a feeling that you would be returning the exact same way. You tried to reassure yourself. Of course you’ll be returning. Or maybe not? If you were honest, you gave no fucks about it. You had no one who’d wait for you at home, your parents died, you were brutally raped not so long ago, and you didn’t even know if you wanted to keep the baby. Maybe dying today isn’t such a bad idea?

You have reached the square and entered the palace at a very convenient time. The guy who looked like a wardrobe and the other one, much shorter than him and blonde, looked like they were about to murder Edward in this instant. And actually, you felt like you could’ve murdered Edward too. Barely Alice closed the door, you didn't even glance at the two of them, but immediately began to scold Edward for what he had done. To hell with his gift!

“You stupid, immature, irresponsible, reckless and selfish bastard!” you started descriptively, and even Bella was taken aback by your behaviour. Alice raised her eyebrows and two other vampires looked at themselves and then straight at you. Edward had no time for any reply. “If you ever, I repeat, if you ever again do something as childish and irresponsible as expose my best friend to a nervous breakdown and months of depression, I promise you, here and now, that I will decapitate you myself. You're old, and yet a five-year-old child is smarter than you. You utter imbecile,” you hissed with hatred.

Of course, your malice towards him was temporary, but it's been a long time since anyone has angered you like that. The shorter man laughed under his breath, and the other one, who looked like a wardrobe, said:

“Can we keep her? I like the way she’s ruling the roost.”

He fell silent, as a short, pretty blonde woman entered the room. Her face was like a child's, but her eyes... bright red, staring at no one else but you.

“Jane” greeted her Edward. She didn’t even look at him.

“Aro sent me to see what was taking so long” she said. The atmosphere immediately became tense. Edward and Alice seemed to stiffen at the sound of Aro's name. You were curious but not frightened. Not yet.

Jane turned and immediately started walking towards the long corridor. Bella just looked at Edward, and you glanced at Alice.

“Do what she says,” she muttered to you and you both kept pace with the couple in the front.

Needless to say, it was the most stressful and also the most terrifying lift ride you've ever experienced. Not to add the creepy music background. You guessed it was supposed to make you feel better, but instead it made your whole stomach go up to your throat. You were standing right in the middle, next to Bella, holding Alice's hand. The vampire, who looked like a wardrobe, kept looking at you. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Puking on someone's shoes isn't going to make this situation any better. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Edward smile. Yeah, the situation you’ve found yourself in was extremely funny indeed.

When you reached the main chamber, you didn't know what to look at first. At the vampires standing against every wall? Not very wise of you. At the marble floor? Nothing to be afraid of for now, so no. You probably should have looked at the three thrones in front of you and the vampires that sat on them, but instead, you were interested in the Latin phrase engraved between the columns above you.

You glanced at your company. Edward looked as if he was about to die. Maybe that's what's going to happen? Alice looked very out of sorts, and Bella, well, she was hanging onto Edward's arm and also looked like she was about to leave this world for good. She was unnaturally pale and you though she was going to faint any second. But it never happened. The rest of the room felt extremely comfortable. For a moment, you turned your head towards the boy who called out to Jane. You did not let go of Alice's hand but you did not feel any anxiety. Curiosity prevailed, mainly because you had come to terms with the fact of your imminent death.

“Sister! Sent you out to get one and you bring back two. And two halves,” the boy who’s just called Jane his sister probably was talking about me and Bella. “Such a clever girl,” he praised her like he wasn’t his sister but someone else entirely. You sighed heavily. Maybe they’re also into incest-kind-of-relationships? Who knows. You looked above your head again. There was a short inscription “vita brevis, ars longa” but you knew the rest of it. Latin was obligatory in every medical school.

When the man from the middle throne stood up, it was to him that you directed all your attention. You felt that something about him was... you had no idea how to describe it, but you felt a strange pull towards him. As if some invisible force had power over you.

“What a happy surprise!” he said pointedly, wide smile on his face. “Bella is alive after all. Isn’t that wonderful?” he said cheerfully, while walking towards Edward. At that exact moment, you realised that you had managed to get yourself into a huge mess. The lair of the vampires. And you were only a weak human. Recently raped. With a baby under your heart.

As soon as the man stepped down from the platform, you were unable to take your eyes off him. His posture, the way he spoke, his demeanour, it all made you feel incredible respect for him. You’ve never felt this secure and calm in your entire life.

“I love a happy ending,” the man said, while he took Edwards’ hand into his. “They’re so rare.”

You were wondering why this man took Edward’s hand in the first place. You did not have to wait long for an explanation.

“Aro can read every thought that I’ve ever had. With one touch” Edward explained to Bella but you were listening too. Very carefully listening. You’ve finally managed to know the name of the vampire. Aro. It suited him well. Although his eyes were a little scary, you were delighted with his charisma and approach to guests. You realised that indeed, they are called the royal family for a reason.

Aro smiled to Edward.

“Her blood appears to you so much,” he whispered, and you had a hard time hearing his words well. Aro’s gaze rested on Bella. “It makes me thirsty. How can you stand to be so close to her?” he asked Edward, who was feeling more and more uncomfortable. You could tell by the fact that he was practically standing like a statue.

“It is not without difficulty,” muttered Edward from behind his clenched teeth.

You swallowed hard, as Aro turned his gaze to Bella again but he smiled.

“Ah, I can see that” he said pleased, moving away from Edward and focusing all his attention on Bella.

“Although you’re a quite soul-reader yourself, Edward, you cannot read Bella’s thoughts” he made a rather dramatic pause, still staring stubbornly at your best friend. “Fascinating” he said, not hiding his curiosity.

You managed to look elsewhere, than at Aro. The man on the throne to your left seemed unusually agitated. He fixed his gaze on you, as if his life depended on it, yet you did not feel uncomfortable. You were surprised to discover that an invisible force was also drawing you towards him. You almost took a step forward. You tried to remember the man from a few minutes ago. He looked as if he had died in that chair a few centuries ago. And now he seemed genuinely moved.

“Brother” the man spoke to Aro, as he got up from his throne. Indeed, there seemed to be an urgency to the matter, for Aro turned around in surprise. You had the impression that the man from the throne had not risen from it for a long time.

“You knew about this, and you brought her anyway?” you heard Edward's quiet whisper, directed at Alice.

Alice looked at her brother, then at you and finally at a curious Aro.

"It would have happened anyway. Better sooner than later" Alice murmured mysteriously. You still didn't know what it was even about. The third man, the one on your right, did not share his brothers' patience.

"Aro, let's hurry this up, Heidi will be here soon, and we don't want to frighten our guests" he said ominously, grinning like a madman. You were far from solving this riddle, but as soon as you looked at him, you felt the same attraction and enigmatic pulling as towards the other two.

Aro took his brother's hand in his own and you could see that his eyes would have lit up with happiness if they could.

“Ah, my dear Marcus! What an exceptional news!” intoned Aro cheerfully, heading towards you. He was slow in his movements, exactly so that you would not be frightened by him. All his movements were framed by an incredible grace.

“My dear, if I may, what is your name?” he asked, coming closer to you. You were unable to take your eyes off him. It was exactly, as if he had hypnotised you, only the feeling was more addictive. You didn't have to have a gift or to be a vampire to know that. For a split second, you ran out of breath and just stared into his red irises.

“My name is [Y/N]” you said, with your voice trembling, as your throat tightened hard under the intense emotions. You couldn't believe it was really happening. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe these three beautiful men are just a figment of your imagination? You didn't even want to think about the fact that it might not be true.

Aro smiled encouragingly, while looking at you with all the attention that he’d possibly give you. You felt like nothing more was more important than you to him at that exact moment.

"It is an incredible pleasure to meet you, [Y/N]. I am Aro, but you already know that.”

The smile never left his face and during this brief exchange of words, neither of you took your eyes off the other. You felt that the atmosphere in the room had changed. Aro extended his alabaster hand in an inviting gesture.

“May I, my dear?” he asked you politely.

You gulped. Of course, you wanted to show him that you didn't want to give away their secret. You wanted to show him the strange bond you felt towards him and his brothers. However, there were things you didn't want him to see. You felt deep down inside that this attraction had an explanation and you didn't want him to see... Not that. You’d felt exposed and extremely embarrassed. There was also another issue. His hand. You'd hugged Bella twice since it happened and just now you were holding Alice's hand. You didn't know if, when you touched him, you'd start screaming or crying because you were so afraid of someone else's touch.

Yet, his hand looked so inviting, almost familiar, as if you'd already had the chance to touch it before. Aro himself showed no impatience. He waited, still gazing into your blue irises with his crimson eyes. You extended your hand towards him, at first cautiously, and then with a little more confidence. You took a deep breath, before your fingers made contact. When it happened, you felt as if you had come home after many years of wandering. He closed your hand in his, just as he had done with Edward's. His skin was cold, but he handled you extremely gently. You stared into his eyes as he looked at your thoughts and memories of your whole life. You knew instantly when he was done because he smiled sadly at you. He squeezed your hand gently in his.

"Never again, my love. Never again," he assured passionately, and then he leaned down to place a kiss on your hand. It was so light and as gentle as a breeze on a summer day. You couldn't help but smile.

Aro clapped his hands. He was clearly pleased with what had just happened between you.

"Aro, will you explain to me what's going on? I'm sick of waiting," said the nervous brother, who was the only one with blond hair. Aro smiled widely and turned towards him.

"Ah, Caius, you'll never guess. Finally, after so many years, our mate has honoured us with her presence" he said overjoyed and Caius frowned in awe. You were already able to tell that this did not happen often. Marcus, on the other hand, was sitting on his throne, smiling, still looking in your direction. You didn't miss the glances of the other vampires either. Was it some sort of celebration when Marcus was smiling?

“What does that mean?” it was Bella who snapped that question. Aro immediately appeared by her side. He gently stroked her hair, pulling an unruly strand behind her ear. You felt the sting of jealousy, when he touched her face. You should be the one asking that question and not her.

“Ah, and dear Isabella. What to do with you,” he wondered aloud, as if asking others for advice. “As I have far more important matters to deal with....” he began, looking directly at you. “I’d love to see if you’re an exception to my gift as well,” he whispered to Bella, extending his hand towards her. She didn't have much choice, did she? She took his hand, a little hesitantly, but after a short while Aro moved away.

“Interesting” he muttered. “I see nothing.”

“You already know what you’ll do with her, Aro” said Marcus, his eyes never leaving your person. “Just do it, as we want to know our little angel a bit more.”

You looked at Bella for a moment. She was terrified, not only with her own case, but also with yours. You have already guessed that you are not going anywhere. They would never let you out of their hands. Aro knew perfectly well that you didn't even have anything to go back to. Of course, you had plenty of questions, but you were sure it wasn't about your case now. Just about Bella's situation and what the Cullens had done, or rather what they hadn't done. However, you guessed it, Bella was afraid you wouldn't get out of here alive, and at the same time, you were worried about the exact same thing but about her.

Aro was smiling continuously.

“I have an idea” he said, after a long while. He approached Alice this time. “Would you be so kind, dear, and show me if you saw Bella's transformation in your vision?”

You were smart enough to know that it wasn’t a request. Alice undid her glove and boldly gave Aro her hand. He was absent for a moment and then smiled again. You were impressed by the aura he spread around himself. When he smiled, you felt like smiling too. You still had the impression that it was only a dream, and simultaneously you were sure that it was really happening. Aro's touch was definitely real, you couldn’t forget his cool hands embracing your own.

“Ah, lovely. I know everything now,” he declared. You and Bella probably looked similarly confused, but you weren't the least bit concerned and she was as pale as a sheet.

Aro turned directly to Edward.

“As I have seen Isabella's transformation in Alice's vision, I can let you go with peace of mind, my dear young friends. I trust that a date will be set sooner, rather than later and that I will be able to see for myself, what your mate will be capable of, Edward. As for you, Isabella, you are promising immortal material and I hope your potential will not go to waste," he said, this time speaking directly to Bella.

She was still brave enough to look him in the eye.

“And what with [Y/N]? You never mentioned what will happen to her” she noticed, looking in your direction. You smiled gently to her.

“I’m staying here, Bella” you said calmly, trying to reassure her with your tone of voice that all shall be all right.

You saw pure admiration and joyousness on Aro’s face as you said that.

“Isn’t she remarkable, brothers?” he asked Marcus and Caius, who looked as if they had just received the most beautiful Christmas present.

Bella seemed to be thoroughly outrageous.

“You can’t be serious [Y/N]! You cannot stay here, please, come back with us. You cannot be here while you’re pregnant” she cried, holding your hand and looking at you with disbelief.

What she said made you very uncomfortable and extremely upset.

"Bella, I have nothing to go back to. My parents are dead. You knew that if Alice told me everything, it would have to be resolved somehow," you stated matter-of-factly, squeezing her hand in yours. "I can't go back there, Bells." Your throat tightened with despair as memories of recent events flooded inside your mind. You tried to hold back tears.

"I am a shadow of my former self. I'm afraid to leave the house alone to go shopping or to work. This paranoia is overwhelming me, Bella. I keep turning behind me to see if anyone is following me on the street. I cry at night, knowing that it doesn't change anything. And then there's this unfortunate baby," you sighed helplessly, trying not to burst with tears. "Even if I keep it, I don't want it to have a mother who's afraid to leave the house. I can't live like this, we both know that" you whispered, squeezing her hands in yours again.

“But you cannot possibly be mated with all three of them” Bella whispered with despair in her eyes. You only smiled, sensing that this sentence got on Kings’ nerves, especially Caius’s.

“I think it’s predestined, Bella. Just as you are destined to be with Edward, I do belong here, with my mates” you said cautiously, glancing at Aro and looking for approval in his eyes. He was only looking at you with delight, as he said nothing.

You saw that Bella had hard time processing such information, whilst Edward and Alice said nothing at all. You knew that Alice knew prior about this, and Edward could see the vision in her thoughts. You pulled Bella into a comfortable hug.

“Hey, sister, we don’t see each other the very last time. We’ll meet again. Probably in a different…condition but still.”

Bella looked devastated.

“You promise me that?” she asked warily, her tone full of hope. You smiled at her.

“Of course I do.” You kissed her cheek and caressed her long, brown hair. “We can call each other, you know. It’s not like I’m moving to the Moon,” you joked, to release the tension a bit. To your astonishment, everybody in the room laughed at that. It made you blush, just a little tiny bit.

After another farewell, in which this time you also included Alice and Edward (barely, because you were still mad at him) and an official farewell from Aro, who told them to give his friend kind regards from him, the guests left the chamber.

They left, and Aro was immediately by your side. He gently stroked your long blonde hair, but didn't touch a single piece of a skin. After the display of your memories, he probably knew very well that you did not wish any touch for the time being.

You still couldn't free yourself from under his spell and if you were to be honest, you didn't want to at all. Aro offered you his arm.

"I believe, we have much to discuss, my love."

You took his arm gratefully.

"I have a ton of questions," you admitted as you walked out of the chamber with Marcus and Caius slowly following you. You didn't need to look back, the strange bonds that drew you together informed you of their presence in a yet unknown way.

Aro, as usual, smiled magnificently.

"My dear, one thing at a time," he said in a gentle tone, as he patted your forearm with tenderness. When you entered the study with the round table, Aro immediately pushed back a chair for you.

"No one is to disturb us" you heard Caius' sharp tone as he closed the door behind you. You tried to feel comfortable and at ease. After all, this was your home from now on.

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Mother and son:

Laura is 37 yrs old. Blonde hair, blue eyes, petite body, really beautiful for a women her age. Her son Max is 21 yrs old. She gave birth to him at 16 yrs old his father Tom was 18 at the time. They married young and have been married ever since. They live your typical middle class suburban life. Tom is in sales and Laura is a 4th grade teacher. Laura’s marriage is not all that great and she has been unhappy for some time. Choosing to stick around for the consistent and comfortable life.

Max having just graduated college, is still coming up in the business world. He’s always been close to his mom being that she had him so young. He has had a few girlfriends and being a good looking guy himself he never had trouble getting girls. He first started noticing his mom in high school, noticing her body and beauty. he has had had a little crush on her for the longest, even though he knew it was wrong. He’s witnessed his parents fight before but always stayed on the sideline.

It was a hot June night, Laura his mom was off for summer break, just recently graduating college, Max found a job and was content. He was still living with his parents and saving his money. Tom was away on business for a few days leaving them alone, which was normal for his job.

Laura has noticed how handsome her son had gotten as he got older. Proud of the man he had become, he was as she thought going to be a better man then his father from that countless long and deep conversations they have had in the past. One night Max was sitting in his room after just getting home from a long day and night at the office, when he heard his mom sobbing and upset. Laura had found out her uncle has passed away, (the only immediate family member she was close with) as she sat in her room crying. Her husband refused to come home early and be there for his wife.

“Mom, can I come in” Max says knocking on the door He walks in sitting on his moms bed

“What’s wrong?” Max asks

She starts telling him what happened as she breaks down Max holds his mom, Hugging her tight, consoling her. They both realize they don’t really want to let go as they hug tight

“Everything will be ok, I’ll stay with you for a while”Max says

Laura looks up at her son smiling, touching his cheek softly, they end up laying down next to each other, talking for hours until eventually falling asleep. Laura wakes up after a few hours and she notices she’s snuggled with her son, his cock rock hard is pressed against her ass. She knows it’s wrong and she should wake him up to leave but she likes it deep down. This is the first time she has cuddled with a man other then her husband. she likes the feeling of her sons body pressed on hers, she feels safe and comfortable. She’s secretly turned on as she takes his arm putting it around her stomach and wiggles her ass into her sons cock, pressing their bodies closer, she knows it’s wrong but she can’t help it as she falls back asleep. Max wakes up in the morning with a raging hard on, his moms ass pressed on him, he can’t help check his moms body out as she lays there sleeping. She’s beautiful he thinks, he quickly gets up embarrassed and he starts to get ready for his day. He has jerked off to his mom before but hasn’t in a while, he starts jerk off in the shower thinking of his mom. This is so wrong he thinks as he finishes up feeling ashamed but he cant help it, he leaves the house to go to work, without waking his mom.

Laura wakes up feeling horny, noticing her son has left already. She lays there thinking of her son in her bed. she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about her sons cock, the thought of it gets her wet, she starts to touch herself and then starts to play with her pussy, fingering herself to the thought of her son. She imagines her son making love to her, this is so wrong she thinks. she’s still sad but can’t help but feel anxious all day wanting her son to come home. Max comes home around 7pm, he brings food for him and his mom. They have a nice dinner, Laura notices her son checking her out. They don’t speak of what happened the night before. They hang out talking and watching TV all night. They have done this before but something felt different tonight. Max gets closer to his mom putting his arm around her Laura rests his head on his shoulder

“Max thank you for being there for me baby” Laura says looking up at him then wrapping her arms around him hugging him tight. They hug each other realizing that neither of them want to let go, Laura can’t help but hold tight as she loves how he smells and feels. They let go but stare Into each other’s eyes as they are still close, before they really realize what’s going on Max leans in and then his mother leans in and like its natural they lock lips and kiss, they passionately kiss as her son slips his tongue in her mouth. What seemed like an eternity, Laura snaps out of it and pulls back noticing what is going on

“Sorry hunny”

She says embarrassed

“It’s ok mom”

Max says smiling at her touching on her hand

Laura can’t help but feel so turned on by her own son, this is so wrong she thinks as her son feels on her hand and leans in again and kisses her again. He slips his tongue in her mouth as she lets him and they start to kiss passionately and softly, she is so turned on as he touches her neck. She comes to her senses again and pulls back

“Sorry baby, we shouldn’t be doing this, it’s inappropriate”

She says looking away not knowing what to think

“I think I’ll go to sleep”

She says getting up and hurrying off.

Laura lays in bed with just panties and a shirt and she can’t help but think of her own son, she knows it’s wrong but she can’t help it as she gets wet over him. Laura can’t sleep as her mind is racing, the kiss was amazing she thought, he’s a way better kisser then his father is. Max goes to his room and lays down but he can’t help but think of his mom as his cock gets so hard. He gets bold and decides to go into her room

“Mom, are you awake, can I lay with you” he says walking in slowly

“I don’t know hunny” Laura whispers back, she knows deep down she wants him in her bed, even though it’s wrong

“Just for a little while I guess” she says

Her son wearing only boxers gets under the covers with her. They both lay there, the sexual tension between them is hard to ignore. after a while he gets closer and she can’t help but snuggle into him. he puts his arm around her stomach as she holds it tight and feels on his arm, they move closer together, his cock pressed on her ass again. He can hear his moms breathing changing

“I like this mom” Max says

“Your arms feel good around me” she whispers

She wiggles her ass pushing it more into her sons cock to her surprise. They lay like that for a while as he gets bold and starts to feel on her stomach and now her titys as he kisses the back of her neck slowly. Laura moans as her son touches her and kisses on her. She should put a stop to it she thinks but they haven’t really done anything yet. He keeps feeling on her tits. His hand starts to go further down near her pussy as he keeps sucking her neck

“Max no” Laura moans grabbing his hand moving it back up

He kisses on her neck as he keeps touching her Laura can’t help it as she moans softly She turns to face him now as she can feel his raging hard on

“Mom it’s ok, I love you”He says leaning in to kiss her, she kisses back as they start to kiss passionately, swapping tongue, sucking on each other necks, He lifts her shirt up and starts to kiss her titys“We should stop” she moans

she is so wet and horny from her sons touch, deep down she doesn’t want him to stop as he takes her nipple in his mouth he starts sucking on it, Laura runs her fingers through her sons hair as he sucks on her nipples. “Your all I think about” he whispers moaning as he takes her shirt off, his hand goes to her inner thighs traveling up to her pussy as she tries to grab his hand.... “baby what are you doing to mommy” she says moaning as they start to kiss again. Laura moans into her sons mouth as he softly starts to rub on her Pussy outside her panties. Max can feel how wet his mom is and knows she won’t be able to resist much longer. He keeps rubbing her pussy and she can’t take it anymore as she takes his hand sliding it down her panties. he feels on her clit and pokes at her hole. She’s so wet and still tight Max thinks to himself. Laura feels her sons finger slip into her as he starts to finger her. she moans no, no, no but she doesn’t want him to stop, they keep kissing and sucking on each other as he keeps fingering her she leaves hickeys on her son.

They reach the point of no return as she reaches down and grabs at his cock, feeling it and stroking it. Max moans as his mom starts to jerk him off and her son fingers her. Max can’t take it anymore as he starts to slides his moms panties off. Next he takes off his boxers, his rock hard on springs out as they are both naked now, kissing and touching each other, Max positions himself on top as his mom gets on her back putting her son between her legs. Her pussy is soaking wet by now as his cock pokes at her hole before she knows it max grabs his dick and guides it in the head pops through into her Pussy as she stops him grabbing his hips.

“We cant do this baby, it’s wrong” she moans as she knows she wants it and it’s too late to stop now, they have crossed the line and have become more then mother and son.

“Mom I want you to be mine” max says as he moans and she looks him in the eye. They start to kiss passionately as he pushes more of his cock in

“Aaaaaaa” she moans and gasps as she can’t believe that her son is really indside her. Her pussy is snug around his cock as her eyes roll back and pushes on her sons back making him go deeper. “You feel so good in mommy” she moans as she opens her legs wider as he thrusts in her and goes deeper. They start to make love passionately as she moans and screams. Max pulls his cock all the way out and thrusts back in as the feeling is amazing. Mom and son making love, Laura is having the best sex of her life as she bucks her hips up to meet her sons thrusts. The passion of fucking her own son is nothing like she ever felt, she knew her son wouldn’t last much longer as he thrusts in her. She wraps her legs around him as she’s soaking wet from cumming already. She doesn’t want him to stop, she is not on birth control and knows he shouldn’t but she wants him to cum in her.

“Don’t pull out” she whispers in his ear as he thrusts in deep. This sends Max over the edge as he can’t take it anymore. Laura feels her son swelling up, his body jerks as he starts to cum in her, exploding in her shooting cum deep into her pussy. He keeps shooting what seems like an endless stream of cum into her, flooding her pussy.

Laura and her son fall fast asleep cuddling, his cock still buried in his mom. The next morning Laura wakes up fully realizing what has happened as her sons naked body lays next to her sleeping with his morning wood poking at her. She had fucked her son, it was very wrong but she liked it. She reaches down grabbing his cock and stroking it as her head goes down, throwing the covers off. She kisses his cock as he sleeps, swirling her tongue on the tip, licking his shaft up and down as she starts to suck, engulfing his whole cock in her mouth deep throating. Max wakes up to his mom sucking him off “ mom” he moans as he looks down, Laura looks up at her son as she sucks, you can see the passion in her eyes. She starts to suck and lick on his ballls ticking him as she strokes his cock, the feeling is amazing for max as he moans loudly and pushes on her head. it’s the best blowjob he has ever gotten and it’s from his mom. She keeps sucking for a while and she knows her son won’t last long as hus cock twitches..

“Mom I’m going to cum” he says moaning. She looks up at him smiling as she deep throats his whole cock. He starts to cum, shooting cum deep in her throat as she sucks and swallows everything. Max lifts his mom up as she finishes “wow mom that was amazing” he says as they kiss passionately. Max slips one of his fingers into his moms mouth and then he reaches down and starts to finger her as they keep kissing, swapping tongue. He curls his finger getting her G spot this sends her over the edge as she screams loudly “oooooooo baby” she moans getting really wet. “Don’t stop” she whispers as she sucks on his neck, leaving a dark hickey. Max stops fingering her and starts to go down on her, he licks his moms pussy, sucking on her clit, which drives her crazy. She moans as her eyes roll back and she arches her back. He starts sucking on her pussy lips as she pushes on her sons head, wrapping her legs around his head, they interwine fingers as he shoves his tongue in his moms pussy, she gets soaking wet as she starts to cum on his face. It’s been a long time since Laura has orgasmed there both out of breath as they cuddle not saying a word. There kissing on each other as they lay there, Laura realizes she’s in love with her son and doesn’t want this to stop. She kisses him and slips her tongue in his mouth as she feels him already hard again. Max puts his mom on top as they kiss, he kisses her and sucks on her nipples as she guides is cock in, pushing her hips forward getting him deeper. She starts to ride her son putting her hands on his chest as she rides, her back and head arch back as she rides, her tongue sticking out. He grabs at her hips as he thrust up to meet her riding. She slows down the pace so he can last longer as she comes down to him kissing him, “I love you” she says to her son looking him in the eyes “I love you too mom” Max says as he flips his mom over getting on top. He starts to thrust in his mom deep and slowly as she wraps her legs around him tight and her arms around his head.

“Don’t pull out” she whispers in his ear again as she feels his cock twitching inside her. he can’t hold it anymore “Mo... Mom” he moans as his body jerks and he starts to cum deep in her. Shooting cum deep into her pussy, she moans as she feels cum flooding her pussy. He empty’s out in her as they lay there not wanting to move. Max calls out of work for the next few days to stay with his mom. They make love all over the house, the kitchen, the couch, in the shower, even in the car after a night out, never using protection. They spend hours cuddling, talking about life after making love. They both realize that they don’t want to stop, they have crossed into dangerous territory but they are truly in love and can’t live without each other.

Tom eventually comes home, Laura and her son Max try to act normal and go about their business. It’s harder then they thought, truth is Laura lies awake at night with her husband wishing her son was there instead. Wishing they were cuddling naked, Max lays in bed at night jerking off to his mom. One night as Tom slept, Laura couldn’t take it anymore, she quietly gets up going to her sons room. She watches as he sleeps, she closes the door locking it, starts taking off her night gown and then lets her panties drop to her ankles, kicking them away. Naked she climbs under the covers with her son who is only wearing boxers. She reaches down stroking his cock

“Max” she whispers waking him up. She keeps jerking him off, playing with his balls as he wakes up. Max thinks he is dreaming as he opens his eyes “mom is that you” he whispers, “yes baby, I’ve missed you” Laura says, “I’ve missed you more mom” he says as they start to kiss passionately “but dad” he starts to say as she cuts him off putting her fingers on his lips “ just make love to me” she whispers as she lets her son get on top. Her pussy is already wet from anticipation of her sons cock, she grabs it guiding it into her pussy wasting no time. Max thrusts in slowly as they lay there making love in the dark quietly, never picking up the pace. She wraps herself around her sons body, there both sweating as they make love slowly, the feeling is so sensual and incredible, not making a noise. she makes love to her son as her husband and his father lay sleeping in the next room. They make love twice that night, both times her son cumming in her before she goes back to bed with Tom. Her pussy full of her sons cum as she falls fast asleep.

After a few days Laura and her son Max still can’t stop thinking of each other. They sneak off and kiss passionately whenever they can, touching each other before they have to go back to acting normal. Laura sucks here sons cock one day as her husband is outside doing yard work, the thrill and excitement of the whole thing is so hot for them. It’s not just sex for them, the connection and passion they have just can’t be ignored. Laura finds herself day dreaming about her son, he’s all she can think about, he makes her feel young again and she’s truly in love. One night her husband tried to initiate sex with her but she made an excuse about being tired. It’s been 3 weeks since he came back from the business trip and she has been denying him since. As she lays there she realizes she wants to be with her son and even though it’s wrong and no one will ever understand she can’t live without him.

One night they plan to get away just the two of them for the night, max tells his parents he’s sleeping out tonight so they don’t worry. His mom Laura tells Tom that she is going out with friends for a few hours. They meet at a nice hotel about an hour away to ensure know one will really know them if they saw them. Max arrives first lighting a few candles and putting roses all over the place as he prepares a romantic scene. His mom arrives a short time later, Max opens the door and he sees his mom standing there in a short, tight black skirt and a red top, that’s also pretty tight. He takes her hand leading her inside “wow mom, you look amazing” he says as he looks admiring her......”thank you baby” she says smiling looking around at the beautiful set up, no one has ever did something so romantic for her, not even her own husband in all the years of marriage. They embrace hugging tight.. “I miss you” max says... “I missed you more then you know” Laura replies melting in her sons arms. He sucks on her neck as they begin to kiss. Laura slips her tongue in his mouth as she bites his lip, they stand there swapping tongue passionately as they touch on each other. Max finally picks her up, carrying her to the bedroom gently laying her down on the bed. they lay down cuddling and kissing passionately as they start to remove each others clothing slowly, not ripping it off as they take their time. They get naked and max can’t help but feel on her whole body, rubbing her pussy teasing it. Laura tells her son “hold me baby” as she cuddles into him, his arms around her as she burys her face into his chest and neck area. They lay there cuddling, her sons rock hard cock poking at her stomach. She softly plants kisses on him “I want this every night” she says dropping hints to her son about the future not knowing he’s been thinking of ways they can be together. She starts to cry tears of joy as she lays there

“What’s wrong mom” Max says concerned... “nothing baby, I’m just so happy” she says looking up at him as they kiss. “Mom I want to be with you” he says looking in her eyes “I, I” he says stuttering nervous.. “i know it’s wrong but I’m in love with you too” she says back.... “your all I think about mom, your the only women I want in my life, I want you to be my wife” he says “what, are you serious” Laura says shocked trying to hide her excitement that her son feels the same exact way as she does. She’s been afraid to say it outloud but she wants this forbidden love and deep down she wants to have her sons baby...... “im sorry but yes I’m serious mom, I’ve been thinking a lot, divorce dad let’s run away to another state” he says as he kisses on her cheek, lips and neck “fuck everything and everybody, let’s do it” he says holding her tight. Laura reaches up caressing her sons face at a loss of words she kisses him, slipping her tongue in his mouth as she reaches down and strokes her sons cock. “I want to be your wife” she whispers confirming to her son that she feels the same way. This sends max into joy, his cock is throbbing, as he positions himself on top of his mom. He grabs his cock guiding it inside of his moms hole, she’s already wet as he thrusts in.... “oooooooo god” she moans as he thrusts she kisses him, moaning into his mouth. Max slowly thrusts in his mom as they lay there making love, slowly and passionately. He picks up the pace and slows down when he feels he is close....... “I love you so much mom” he says breathing hard moaning.. she wraps her legs around him tight, their favorite position. they kiss and she wraps her arms around his neck tight, there bodies pressed together, her pussy snug around his cock... “I love you baby, cum in mommy, get me pregnant” she says moaning. Max can’t hold it as his mom tells him this, he thrusts in deep, she feels his cock swell in her. He explodes in her as his body jerks, shooting cum deep into her pussy, flooding her pussy walls. Sucking on his neck as he empties out in her, the feeling is incredible for Laura as they collapse on the bed. she wonders if she might already be pregnant by her son, they have been fucking like crazy for more then a month and not once has her son ever pulled out. They kiss and cuddle in the after math of their love making.

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Do you have any hcs abt Last Legacy modern au?

Sorry for the wait! I just write very slow 🥺😭 btw I am still writing other requests! I'll post them as soon as I finish writing ✨😌😏 And YES I still take requests😏😏😏

Lol btw I haven't played the catboy Felix tale yet but found his delicious CG. Also, there might be typos etc. My dyslexia was a hoe for the last couple of days (･_･

Last Legacy Modern Au Headcanons

Sage

Lmao the first time you went to his place you faced with an ancient-looking old computer that he found in a garage sale

"It still works"

"Sage with its monitor alone you can heat your entire house in winter"

"Aye, but I don't have to use that to get heated if you catch my drift."

Let me give you a concept: thrift store dates

You took him to a thrift store once and thought it might be fun

But at the moment you entered the store Sage found a damn fake fur jacket and gold sunglasses

He will buy anything with a famous brand logo and say it is original and is an antique

But he'll only do that to annoy people

Mostly.

Sage cares about his looks but doesn't go crazy about it

Before dating you he just lived his life like a street kid like in cyberpunk 2077

Sage and Tulsi grew up in slums and then Sage got an apartment so that Tulsi could grow up in a safe environment

He didn't go to college but made sure that Tulsi did

Sage basically works as a mercenary in the modern au as well

He travels a lot and has to disappear for a looong long time

Tulsi is used to it but you aren't

Once you two are in a relationship and he feels ready to settle down he might get a job closeby to your shared house

You made him realize that he needs his family around him

And now he is not alone to carry all the burden by himself

He knows that if he can't make it in time you will be there to help out Tulsi or take care of all the work for him

He feels lighter around you

Also, he makes many people jealous on the streets lol

Whenever you two are on a date no one can believe that you, a literal divine being, could look at a Boku no pico catboy maid-sama man like him.

He is also jealous of you

But never possessive

He likes to send you out of context memes in the worst possible times ever

Like you got Luigi and Mario animations, doing the waltz, with the Britney Spears' Toxic song during the busiest hour of your shift

He also texted "This us"

The audacity

Sage would also LOVE video games

Especially Final Fantasy games

But he suck at playing them so he makes you play instead

And he'll give instructions too

"I saw a checkpoint in the other room babe,"

"Love, I gotta run away from the boss right now."

"It's not the boss, bosses have their boss rooms. This is an obstacle"

Sage also suck at filing taxes

So good luck with that

I can see Sage having PTSD treatments because of his traumatized childhood and the life he had to live until now after settling down with you

You convinced him to go to therapy and Tulsi backed you up

So he will take medications every day

At first, you had to remind him a lot, but then he just made it an addiction and now doesn't need reminders

He was never happier and finally had a taste of a healthy and caring relationship with you

He is also not so terrible with putting the IKEA furniture together.

Felix

He got expelled from Harvard.

Then his rich father had to convince the headmaster to reconsider the decision and Felix ended up with suspension instead smh

Felix's grades are great but he has disciplinary issues

I can see him majoring in criminal justice and mortuary science

Or maybe just mortuary science

Escell was very disappointed in him.

He is also famous for dating with the valedictorian among Harvard graduates

Then they broke up and you yeeted yourself in his life

Or he yeeted himself to your arms

He literally dramatically fell one day and you happened to be close to catch him

Then the Titanic music played in the background with the slow summer rain fell down to your heads

You are hot so he was flustered

Like he internally screamed when he fell in your arms

Or shall I say fell in love?

You two then started as friends since not too later he found out that he might actually have a chance with you after you mentioned your love of video games and romance books

After starting to date he confessed that he has an AO3 account asddgf

Rime was a burden too

He was the one who broke Felix's heart

But still wanted him to only love him and him alone

Then you were like

"Hoe listen to me..."

Rime hot

But no

Felix cried until morning the day you fist fought Rime in the grocery store parking lot

AAHGDHFA

Scylla secretly approved your determination that day and watched the fight afar

Escell got drunk and Florian came home the day after for everyone's explanations

The deeper your relationship got the more a part of his family you become

I mean every Friday it was now a routine that Felix and you attended family dinner

No one even asks anymore they just put your plate down and Escell hides his most expensive wine bottles from everyone

Felix is not good to live in his own house though

He always lived with someone in the house so he wasn't alone

Ever.

When you moved into the same house with him Felix was relieved

You two will be emos together and watch fifty shades of grey movies during the quarantine

Please ask Felix if he thinks the movie is interesting, he will avoid you all day long

Then become a blanket burrito at night lmao

Oh btw he might tell you random facts about mortuary

Like you are in the shower and he comes in to brush his teeth

Then he'll tell you a fact you didn't have to know then leave

"Truly fascinating, if you ask me."

He is also the type to text you from the other side of the room

Or call you from the other room to ask you if you can bring him something to eat

Felix would also love to go to the farmers' market too

"Finally some quality food."

Whenever you two go on a vacation together

lmao someone ALWAYS takes his hand and reads his palm

Only to be ended up getting scolded and getting a proper palm reading from Felix

Anisa

Call her and ask if she wants drive tru

"Love, it is thREE IN THE MORNING, I have work tomorrow-"

"So two? Or nah?"

"Get a coffee."

Actually, she wants a cookie but won't admit it

She knows you'll get her a cookie

You always get her a cookie with coffee

Anisa might be a great investigator if you ask me

If not a detective or a police chief or lieutenant

But I think she would work in law enforcement

Or she might also start her own company and rise as well

Unlike Sage and Felix, Anisa will not live in the same house with you before she decides to settle down for good

It's not because she doesn't want you around her

But because she is always at work and doesn't want to leave everything to you to handle at home

But she is always with you on her day offs

Will call you once a day at least

Text you during her breaks or whenever she can

If you can show up at her workplace during the lunch break she will take you to the nearest coffee shop

"Their coffee is not nearly as good as yours, but among other shops, this is the most drinkable one."

She will spoil you during your dates!

She likes to see you smile and will do anything for you to have a good time with her

So expect sweets, movie nights, amusement park dates, or just traveling during both of your yearly week/month offs/breaks

She won't admit it but likes it when you try to match your clothes with hers

She will know your favorite everythings lol

Take her to a dinner date and she will be so happy and feel spoiled

She will let you paint her nails

Let you get all the hot water in the shower

Will let you wear her clothes

Pillow fights are allowed every now and then

When she gets sick she'll try to power through but likes it when you baby her

Whenever you get sick she will try to not fuss over you but every 15 minutes she'll ask to take you to see a doctor

She is a cereal gal

You might have to drag her to bed many nights because she will take work at home

Oh my god, do play dungeons and dragons with her

If you visited somewhere she has never been she will ask a lot of questions about your trip

Likes to binge a tv series you two found online

Also enjoys just silent but comfortable moments with you

When you read your book she will gaze at you

All heart eyes

Will put her favorite picture of you two as her profile picture in her social media accounts

Will like your every post

ALWAYS TEXTS BACK TO YOU. ALWAYS.

Never leaves you on read/seen

She will either give you a proper text or just let you know that she is busy at the moment

Also if you come home later than her she will ask if you want her to prepare anything special you want for dinner

otherwise, she'll do dishes that you both like anyway

If she is late, she'll call you to ask if you need anything from the grocery store, etc.

#last legacy #felix escellun #fictif last legacy #fictif games #sage lesath #fictif #fictif felix #fictif sage #sage last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #felix headcanons #last legacy sage headcanons #sage lesath headcanons #anisa headcanons #anisa anka headcanons #last legacy headcanons #some writing

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writethelifeyouwant · 3 years

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Come On

Pairing: Cordell x Reader

Rating: 18+

Tags: Daddy kink, dom/sub, punishment scene, age difference, secret relationship

Word Count: 3.2k

Created for: @walker-bingo - Spanking | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Lingerie

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Your phone vibrates on your desk, the sudden noise nearly making you stab yourself in the eye with your mascara wand. You glance down and see Cordell’s face flashing on the screen, and you smile, accepting the call and hitting ‘speaker’.

“Hey there,” you chirp as you return to doing your makeup.

“Hi,” the smile in Cordell’s voice is audible. “So, I just heard from Stella that you’re coming over soon? Why didn’t you tell me I’d get to see you today?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” you giggle. Of course, you hadn’t told Stella that you were trying to surprise her dad by showing up unannounced, so it’s not her fault that she ruined your plan. You felt bad sometimes, keeping your relationship with Cordell secret from your best friend, but how are you supposed to tell someone that you slept with their dad – and that you plan to keep doing it? Plus, Cordell had been very insistent that no one could know about your relationship, so you couldn’t betray his trust by telling his daughter what you two had been up to for the past few months. The secrecy just made it hotter most of the time anyways, so you didn’t mind the sneaking around.

“Well, I’m glad I get to see you tonight, baby girl.” The register of Cordell’s voice drops when he says your nickname, and you shiver pleasantly.

“I can’t wait to see you either, Daddy,” you smile, smacking your lips together as you put the finishing touches on your lipstick and smile at your reflection in the mirror.

“Do I get a sneak peek at your dress?” Cordell asks. You’d sent him an excited text from the store when you’d finally found the perfect outfit for your graduation dance at school, but you hadn’t let him see it yet. You pick your phone up and carry it to the closet where your dress is hanging on the back of the door, and you snap a quick photo of the corner of the bodice, so he can get a look at the deep, jewel tone colour of the lace.

“Sent you a pic,” you call down the receiver of the phone as you set it down to pull on your stockings. You fasten the stockings to your suspender belt as you wait for Cordell’s reaction, and you tug the bustier you’re wearing back into place once you have everything on and clipped together.

“You know how much I like lace on you, baby girl.” You smirk in satisfaction-- that’s precisely why you’d chosen this dress. “I bet it will look beautiful on you.”

“Do you want to see what else I’m wearing tonight, Daddy?” You keep your voice innocent and coy, knowing he’ll take the bait.

“Of course I do, darlin’. You know the rules, I always get a picture if you wear one of the things I picked out for you.” You smile wickedly as you arrange yourself in the mirror to show off the new lingerie that you’d bought especially for this night. Cordell is going to love it, but he isn’t going to be pleased with you when he sees it. The two of you have rules. He gets to pick out all of the lingerie you buy, and any time you wear it you have to send him a photo of you in it. Cordell didn’t pick out the set you’re wearing now, so you know you’re going to be in trouble with him later when you get to Stella’s house – and you can’t wait.

You pose yourself in the mirror to highlight your curves, which are wrapped in glittering lace and ribbon details, and push your hand into your hair to muss it up for the picture. You take a few and pick one you’re happy with, sending it to Cordell with the caption ‘can’t wait until you get your hands on me in this 😉’. Then you sit back on your bed and wait for Cordell to receive the text.

“Did you get it, Daddy?” You ask when he’s silent for a few moments.

“Is that some new underwear, baby girl?” Cordell asks measuredly.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle.

“I don’t remember picking that out for you, angel,” Cordell’s voice drops in pitch, growing threatening, and you smile widely.

“It was another surprise for you, Daddy,” you answer innocently, acting like you didn’t notice the change in Cordell’s tone just then.

“I hope you were about ready to leave, baby girl, because I expect you here in 20 minutes. If you’re late, there will be an extra punishment, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” your voice has climbed higher in excitement.

“Good.” Cordell ends the call without a goodbye, and you know you’re in for it now.

You ring the old iron bell on the porch by their front door when you arrive, with just a minute and a half to spare. Cordell opens the door with a friendly smile and ushers you into the kitchen with a call behind his back of – “Stella! Y/N is here!” – before turning back to you and giving you a quick hug.

“Hey Mr. Walker,” you smirk, knowing it drives him crazy when you call him that. He rolls his eyes at you but smiles – from how he’s acting now you’d never know that he’s about to punish you for breaking his rules.

“Come on, do a little twirl for me darlin’,” Cordell spins his finger through the air and you whirl around on your toes, demonstrating the movement of your dress. The hem flips up as you spin, showing off the slightest hint of lace and the tops of the stockings that you’d teased him with earlier in your photos. “You look beautiful, Y/N,” his eyes soften as he looks you up and down, admiring the dress, and you in it.

“Thanks,” you blush, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. It astonishes you that he can still make you feel butterflies like this, just by saying something so simple. The sound of a door from the hall draws your attention and you look up to see Stella running into the kitchen, still in her bathrobe.

“Y/N, you look so awesome!” Stella squeals and gives you a big hug. “You’re early, I wasn’t expecting you for another hour,” she laughs exasperatedly.

“Well you know me,” you shrug, “I got impatient,” you giggle, your eyes flashing to Cordell, who smirks at you behind Stella’s back. He knows just how impatient you can be sometimes.

“I’m still doing my hair, come hang out in my room,” Stella pulls you along behind her.

“Yeah of course, but can I use your bathroom first?”

“August is taking a shower, but he should be done soon,” Stella says.

“You can use the one in my room,” Cordell offers, like you knew he would. “Here, I’ll show ya.” He moves in front of you and Stella, and beckons you down the hall after him.

“Thanks, Mr. Walker,” you smile, and follow him to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Once inside, he shuts the door quietly behind you and his demeanor instantly changes.

“So,” Cordell gives you a tight lipped smile, his eyes darkening as they once again rake up and down your body, but this time he lets the hunger seep through.

“Sooo,” you draw out the word, moving closer to him and swirling your skirt around your legs as you go.

“Someone decided to break one of our rules, hmm?” He crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at you stonily.

“I just thought you’d like it Daddy,” you pout up at him. “I know how much you like me in lace, and I wanted to look pretty for you.” You press your hands against his chest and flutter your lashes, but you know this innocent act isn’t going to get you any mercy.

“You look very pretty in it, but that’s not the point baby girl. We have rules for a reason.” Cordell smiles at you sympathetically and reaches out to rub his hands up and down your arms in a comforting gesture. The heat of his skin against yours makes you shudder, and you let him draw you closer to him. “So you know I’m gonna have to punish you now, yeah?”

“I know, Daddy,” you nod meekly.

“But you’re gonna have to stay real quiet, so Stels and August don’t hear us. Can you do that for me?” he checks.

“I can be quiet, Daddy.”

“Okay, good girl,” Cordell smiles and lets you go, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. “Come on,” he twirls his finger in the air and pats his knee, and you go willingly, acting penitent but secretly loving this inside. You drape yourself over his lap, your ass in the air right over his groin, and you can feel the stirrings of his arousal beneath you. He flips the hem of your dress up, revealing the offending lace panties that had gotten you into trouble in the first place. His hands run over your thighs, pinging the suspenders against your skin and making you jump a little against him. “Easy, baby,” he soothes, chuckling. “So, how many do you think you deserve for breaking the rules this time?”

“I don’t know, Daddy,” you squirm. As much as you love to provoke Cordell, and get him to punish you, you’re never good at this part. You hate how he essentially makes you ask for what you want done to you, which is exactly why he does it.

“Well, it is your graduation dance tonight, so maybe I can go a little easy on you. Should we say ten, baby girl?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nod into your arms, which are holding you up on the mattress.

“Alright then, count them off for me baby.” And without any more preamble Cordell brings his palm down firmly against your right asscheek. You gasp at the sting, wriggling on his lap.

“One,” you say quietly, pressing your head against your arms and bracing for the next hit. It comes swiftly, his hand smacking your left side. “Two.” You can feel yourself getting wet now, and you know Cordell must be able to see the moisture seeping through the lace between your legs. The embarrassment at that thought makes you squirm even more, turned on by the humiliation that you like your punishments this much.

Hits three and four come hard and fast, not even giving you time to count between them. Cordell’s big hand rubs across your skin to soothe you, and he gives you a moment to breathe before he doles out hits five and six – each harder than the last. Now you can feel the slick starting to drip down the crease of your thigh, and Cordell notices too, because he reaches out and draws a finger through the trail that’s winding its way across your skin.

“What’s this, baby girl?” he coos from above you.

“N-nothing, Daddy,” you stutter.

“What a little slut, getting all wet for Daddy while he’s spanking you. You really are a bad girl, aren’t you baby?”

“No,” you protest quickly. “No, Daddy, I’m good, I promise.” You have to be good during your punishments, or else you won’t get your reward after.

“Yeah? You’re a good girl?” Cordell teases his finger below the lace between your legs, brushing his fingertip through your folds, and pushing lightly against your entrance.

“Yes, I’m a good girl, Daddy,” you whine, pushing your hips back against his finger. “Your good girl Daddy, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please keep punishing me, Daddy,” you push your ass towards his hand, moaning when he digs his fingers into your flesh.

“Alright baby, just four more for me, you’re doing really good.” You smile to yourself as you count seven and eight, pushing your hips back into the harsh contact each time, relishing in the heat that blooms in the wake of each slap.

“Spread your legs a little for me baby girl,” Cordell pushes at your thighs, moving them apart himself. You let him position you how he wants, following the pressure he puts on your lower back and sticking your hips farther back, exposing the visible wet spot between your legs to the open air. A harsh strike lands directly over your pussy and you cry out briefly before you remember to muffle your voice against your skin.

“N-nine,” you gasp, your pussy throbbing beneath Cordell’s hand, which is rubbing between your legs to soothe the burn it had just caused.

“Keep quiet f’me, baby,” Cordell breathes, and you can hear how worked up he’s getting just from punishing you. You’re glad that at least you’re not the only one.

He lands one more cruel spank over your pussy and you bite on your forearm to keep from crying out, whimpering a quiet “ten” into your skin as you squirm in is his lap, trying to press your hips into his fingers, which are brushing lightly over the sopping lace covering your core. He lets you press into him, rewarding you by dragging his fingers up to your clit and running a few teasing circles over the little bundle of nerves.

“Did so good for me, baby girl,” Cordell whispers gruffly, stroking more earnestly as he teases you through your underwear.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whimper softly, thrusting needily against his fingers, trying to get more friction against your aching core. “Please Daddy, please,” you beg, not even able to conjure the words for what you need, you’re too desperate. All your brain can think is please, need something, need more.

“Okay baby, c’mere,” Cordell manoeuvres you off of his lap and you stand on shaky legs before you lean against the nearby dresser for support. Cordell stands and follows you, undoing his belt and zipper, and pulling his hard cock out of his boxers. Your mouth always waters when you see it, and right now is no different. If you had more time you’d drop to your knees and suck him down – you love the ache you get in your jaw every time he fucks your mouth – but right now you both have a different goal in mind.

Cordell lifts you and sets you on top of his dresser, so he can reach your mouth easier, and kisses you deeply. You moan against his lips, letting your tongues tangle together and reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging on it gently and giggling when he lets out a groan and bites at your lip. He runs his hands down your back and scooches you to the edge of the dresser, grabbing his dick to rub the tip against your centre, pushing your panties to the side as he does, so he can press into your entrance.

When he pushes in, oh so slowly, you have to bite into his shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly. He fills you so completely, it feels like every nerve between your legs is on fire, and you would happily burn in the flames. Cordell gives a few shallow thrusts, probably not wanting to move too quickly and accidentally hurt you, but the dresser thumps against the wall with each movement, and he stills again, needing to keep quiet. In a flash, he’s hooked his arms around your back and lifted you up in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, locking him inside you as he moves the pair of you to the wall, pressing you against it for support and shifting his hands to grip your ass and hold you up.

Slowly, he pulls out and pistons back in, testing how quiet your new position is. Satisfied that you can be sufficiently sneaky this way, he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusting, and this position has his hips dragging across your clit with every press forward. You bury your head against his shoulder and bunch your hands in his shirt. You’re just along for the ride at this point, letting him use your body to chase his own release, and you can tell he’s close when his thrusts get quicker, messier. He bends his knees a little to change angles and get a better grip on you, and on the next thrust in his cock drags right over that sweet spot inside you and you can’t hold in the whimper of “Daddy” against his neck.

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” Cordell breathes against your ear, bucking his hips into you faster and faster, and you can feel your pussy start to twitch around his length, desperate to reach your peak. “I can feel how close you are baby, your little pussy feels so good squeezing around Daddy’s cock like that. C’mon and come for me baby girl, come for Daddy.” He ducks in to swallow your whines in a bruising kiss, and you let yourself come undone around him as he kisses you through it, drinking in your moans and letting them spur him on.

As you come down, and feel yourself start to loosen around him, losing the strength in your limbs to keep yourself locked in place, you feel Cordell’s movements quicken, becoming jerky and erratic, and then they still as he holds himself inside you, grunting through his own release as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. When he’s finished, he slowly drags his head away from your shoulder and pulls out of you. Immediately, you feel his release start to drip from your entrance but Cordell pulls your panties back into place to catch the cum that’s leaking out of you now. The thought of going to this dance with his cum pooling in your new panties is deliciously wrong, and you love how dirty it makes you feel.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you smile up at him, and pull him down for another kiss. “I promise I’ll be good from now on.” Cordell scoffs, good naturedly but completely disbelieving.

“Now, we both know that’s not true, don’t we?” he smirks down at you.

“Well…” you muse with a teasing smile.

“Yeah,” Cordell laughs derisively and places a short kiss against your forehead. “That’s what I thought.” He swats at your ass and pushes you towards the door to the bathroom in the corner of his bedroom. “Now, go clean yourself up and get out of here. Have a good time at your dance tonight.” You smile and nod, heading for the bathroom. “And, Y/N?” You turn and look back at Cordell, leaning against the dresser and watching you with a smirk. “You know the rules – I better get a few more pictures of you in those panties while you’re out later. I wanna see what a mess I made of my baby girl.”

You grin, squeezing your legs together and feeling his slick pressing against your core. “Of course Daddy,” you smile. “You know me, I always follow the rules.”

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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Everything Undesired chapter 5

A/N: this went in a completely different direction than the original comic did but I think its better this way. More angstier.

Chapter 4

The glow of blue fire emanates from the Witches’ house. As the three brothers watched, the child tucked safely into Lucifer’s arm, the mood was solemn.

“So, it’s over? What happens now?” Beel asked.

“We go home,” The Avatar of Pride replies, “And we help Mammon do his best to move past this...” He turns to look at his brothers, the glow from the fire casting a dark shadow over his face. “We’re finished here. Let’s go.”

A portal was opened as the eldest walked through followed by the others. On the other side, he found Levi and Belphegor trying to move Satan’s old crib from the attic down to Arella’s old room.

“Come on, Levi, put your back into it!” Belphie said as they moved down the stairs carefully. “I’m practically carrying this thing on my own here.”

“I'm trying! A shut in like me isn’t meant to be moving something so heavy.” Levi groaned as he hefted the crib up further.

Lucifer only cleared his throat as the seventh and third-born brothers looked his way. “Where’s Mammon?”

“I used my powers to put him back to sleep so he could rest up before the kid got here.” The Avatar of Sloth replied. “He doesn’t need to be over-tired and dealing with an infant at the same time. It’s a recipe for disaster, if you ask me. ”

At the commotion, Arella came out of the kitchen where she was washing out all of the old baby bottles they would need. “Oh, you’re back. I can take him now. Beel, would you help them with the crib please? It’ll be going in my old room for the time being, and Satan, would you finish drying the bottles for me, please?”

Both brothers nodded with Beel stepping forth to take the crib from his brothers and Satan headed to the kitchen. Levi and Belphie let out exhausted sighs as they headed off to their rooms and the only two left now in the entrance hall were Lucifer and Arella. She held her arms out for the little one and Lucifer was all too happy to oblige her.

With a small cry of discontentment, the baby settled into her arms quickly as she shushed him. She rocked him gently until he was back to sleep. Seeing her step so readily into the role of motherhood left the demon impressed.

“He’s already had a diaper change around two hours ago and he ate around an hour ago so he should be fine for a little bit.”

”Alright, he is frightfully thin though which worries me, but he’s in good hands now.”

“Why are you doing this, Arella? You know you don’t have to and yet here you are, embracing a child that’s not even yours.”

“Do I need a reason?” She smiles as she looked up at him. “I don’t think I do. I suppose if I have to have a reason it would be that I just want to help Mammon. He can’t do this alone. Don’t you think that’s enough?”

The Avatar of Pride only nodded. “You humans never cease to amaze me with your generosity. Has he thought of a name yet?”

“He threw a couple names out there but ultimately he couldn’t decide so he asked me to choose the name from the ones he suggested.”

“And?”

“I chose the name Cyrus, from the Latin meaning sun. Right now, it’s a very dark time in our lives, but I hope one day he’ll be bright like a little ray of sunshine.”

“Very thoughtful of you,” The demon hums. “But are you sure you’ll be alright tonight? You’ve been up nearly all night. You have to be exhausted by now.”

“I’ll be alright. This isn’t the first time I’ve pulled an all-nighter. When I graduated from Cambridge a couple years back, I earned myself a degree in biochemical engineering. I can’t tell you the number of sleepless nights I had cramming in last minute reviews. This won’t be anything compared to those. I’m obviously not planning to go to RAD tomorrow, so I can just sleep when Cyrus sleeps.”

“You can take online courses then. We’re going to try to pass him off as your child for that to work you’ll need to be absent from RAD for an extended period of time. If word gets out that my brother was assaulted, the mockery he’ll face will be absolutely ridiculous. It’ll be easy since demons don’t know much about human anatomy. We can always say it was a surprise pregnancy and you never showed.”

Arella only nodded at that. “Thank you,” she turned and headed to her old room for the night to settle the baby.

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Mammon slept for a full eight hours before waking up with a start. While he felt rested, there was also an odd sense of worry flowing through him. He looked around frantically and then realized what was missing. Arella wasn’t with him. He got out of bed and made his way around the house looking for his mate. She would be in the last place he looked- in her room. He shrunk back at the sight of his child resting against her chest, as a soft purring noise filled the room. The sight reminded him just how much he wanted them to have a child of their own together.

The demon stood there, mesmerized by the sight in front of him until his human noticed him. She motioned for him to join her on the bed, a bright smile enveloped her features as he did just that.

“He’s beautiful, love.” She said as she leaned her head against his shoulder. “Do you want to try to hold him?”

He shook his head as he rested his cheek against her. “I don’t know if I can right now...” The Avatar of Greed only frowned. He wanted to hold Cyrus but he still felt like none of this was real. “It feels like a bad dream... Like I’ll wake up any second now.”

“That’s alright. If it helps, you could pretend that he was always our son to begin with. It might help you in the long run.”

“Do ya think... maybe I can trick myself like that?” He reached out and stroked the child’s cheek. “’Rella, I don’t get it... How can somethin’ so beautiful be born from somethin’ so horrible?”

“Sometimes the best things come from tragedy, Love. I’m so proud of you for being strong enough to take him in, do you know that?”

Mammon would only nod in response as a tiny hand came to wrap around his finger. For a moment all the air was stolen out of his chest as he recoiled from the contact slightly. The feeling of a crushing weight on his chest that he had only felt in his worst nightmares had returned. Suddenly, he wondered if he made the right decision as the realization set in that he was a father now. What if he was never able to love his son? What kind of damage would that do to his child? Could he do this?

“Mammon?”

“I-I’m fine. Don’t worry,” he takes a few deep breaths and he’s able to calm himself. “I'll take him now. Hafta get past this at some point. I hafta be the parent he needs.”

“You will be. I have faith in you.” Arella kissed his cheek before carefully transferring Cyrus to his father. “I know you’ll be a fantastic father once you’re able to see him separately from what his mother and aunts did to you.”

He only nodded as Arella cards her fingers through his hair. He thought this would be a monumental challenge at first, and it still was but as long as she was here, he thought maybe things would go smoother.

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The crying was the worst part for Mammon and Cyrus was unfortunately a fussy baby. Over the past few weeks since he’d been brought home, there were multiple times where the white-haired demon had to leave the room whenever his child cried or pass him off to his adoptive mother, feeling too physically sick to listen to or even look at the child.

The end of the spring term was nearly upon them and since exams would be coming up. Mammon took every chance he could to stay late at RAD for some extra studying with Satan and Asmodeus, knowing he had to get his grades back up. But the guilt was eating away at him. Arella was at home all day, typically alone, with his child. Any good father- any good mate- would be rushing home to give his partner a break to take time for herself and Mammon knows this but even when he doesn’t stay late at school he finds himself dragging his feet to get home.

He stared and stared at the work book in front of him. It was curses and hexes, one of his most hated subjects and arguably his worst grade. Eventually, he just shut the work book, taking of his glasses and just rubbing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. This caught the attention of his younger brothers.

”You alright, Mams?” Asmo asked as he set his pen down.

”Am I a bad father?” The white-haired demon countered with his own question.

”No, of course not.” Satan frowned. “Given everything that happened, I’d say you’re doing great.”

”It doesn’t feel like it,” he frowned. “This is my kid and yet it feels like Arella’s doin’ all the work. Takin’ care of him all the time, stayin’ home with him all the time… It should be me doin’ all the work not her! I’m the one who said I’d keep him and yet I can’t bring myself to do anything for him. A-And its not like I don’t know how to take care of a baby. I’ve done it before.”

The Avatar of Greed ran a hand through his hair in frustration before packing up his things.

”Where are you going?” Satan yelled after his brother before being shushed by the librarian.

”Home! To apologize to my mate and force myself to take care of my child.”

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thegirlwhomoanedwolf · 4 years

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Lust spell

Dark lord x reader

virgin reader does a sex spell after giving up on waiting for the dark lord... guess who shows up ;)

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling

(Y/n) sighed tapping a pen against her soft lips. She laid on her stomach books spread all around her large bed. Reading the page of the demonomicon again she tried to deeper understand its meaning. She wanted to know everything she could about magic and most importantly the dark lord. She was at the top of her class before she graduated from the academy of unseen arts and truly lived to make the dark lord proud. Realizing she wouldn’t learn anything else so exhausted from hours of reading and writing any new findings she moved from her bed grabbing her books placing them back on one of the many bookshelves in her candlelit room.

Deciding to get ready for bed she moved into her eclectic bathroom and began to fill the enormous claw foot tub with steaming hot water. She looked over to the cabinet of oils and dried herbs an idea coming to her mind. (Y/n) was beautiful and had the attention of everyone at the academy when she attended but none of them ever caught her eye. This didn’t mean she didn’t have desires like everyone else but she was saving herself for the dark lord. She knew it was unrealistic but if she had enough faith maybe he would listen. It had been years of thinking this way and pleasuring herself trying to keep the will power to wait for him. Her need was becoming too much. She needed real release.

Walking over to the wooden cabinet and grabbing handfuls of dried roses, baby’s breath and lavender she sprinkled them into the tub beginning to set her intention for the spell. Stripping her clothes she grabbed the most important part of the spell. The ornate glass bottle felt warm in her hand as she poured the oil over her chest. The feeling sent tingles through her body. The lust oil made her desire stronger than usual which would be necessary if she wanted the spell to work. After rubbing the oil all over (y/n) stepped into the tub fully submerging her glistening body.

After performing the spell she lay in the tub and prayed to the dark lord. (Y/n) continued to soak in the tub when a loud knock on her front door startled her. There was no way the spell worked that quickly she thought as she stepped out of the tub and threw on a black silk robe. Curious as to who was knocking on her door so late she opened it. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight that greeted her. The most gorgeous man she had ever seen towered above her practically nude. All he had was a small cloth tied around his waist and she realized he was covered in dirt. Maybe her spell had come true so soon.

“ Hello miss I hope I didn’t startle you, your house is the first one I’ve come across and I’m not sure how I got here,” the man spoke in a voice that was innocent yet pure sex. This was definitely the spell alright.

“Please come in,” (y/n) said as she stepped out of the doorway quickly. Lucifer came inside hiding his smile at how easy it was for him to lie to her and how for all her prayers and devotion she couldn’t tell it was him. Trying to be kind to the man (y/n) asked “ are you hungry?”

“ very,” Lucifer said as he looked over (y/n)s body the the meaning changed by the way he said it. “ I’m filthy though and would like to clean up first if possible?” He asked pretending to be a gentleman.

“ of course, I was actually just taking a bath and it’s still hot if you wouldn’t mind that.”

“ I can tell,” he said looking her over. Her skin was glowing from the oil on her body that was only covered by a small bath robe and he couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. “ a bath would be wonderful.” He followed her into the candlelit bathroom watching as she bent over to add more hot water.

“ I’ll leave this running so you can turn it off when it’s hot enough.” (Y/n) pressed her thighs together trying to stop the ache this beautiful man was creating.

She began to walk out of the bathroom looking back to shut the door behind her stopping in her tracks as the toned man removed the small piece of cloth his muscular ass fully on display. Paralyzed by his beauty she couldn’t look away. He turned slowly to step into the bath his large member now in view. ‘oh my satan,’ she thought biting her lip disappointed when he sunk down into the tub. Lucifer smirked hearing her prayer and looked over to her. “ Would you mind helping me with my back ?”

“I don’t mind ,”she responded breathily and grabbed a cloth walking over to the tub. Getting on her knees to be at the same level Lucifer thought of what he really wanted her to do on her knees and could feel himself begin to grow. “ (Y/n) dipped the cloth into the water then onto Lucifers back watching as the dirt wiped away easily. Sitting behind him she so badly wanted to run her fingers through his curly hair and decided to wash it as an excuse. Ringing the cloth in his hair she then added soap and began to lather it. As she massaged his scalp he let out a moan.

“ That feels incredible,” he moaned again causing butterflies in her stomach. (Y/n) continued wanting to please him in more ways than one. She grabbed the cloth again ready to rinse his hair but he slid under the water giving her a full view of his nakedness. ‘ oh my fucking satan’ she thought his member now fully erect and even bigger than she had seen before. Explicit images formed in her mind as he sat back up and turned to her, “ would you like to join me?”

( y/n)s heart beat in her chest knowing what was to come. He motioned to the tub and she slowly stood silently accepting his offer. She was ready to completely give herself to him. Standing at the edge of the tub she looked down at him biting her lip. He moved to the edge his fingers on the silk bow of her robe pulling and slowly undoing it. ( y/n) let the robe fall off of her and saw the desire in his eyes. Lucifer ran a finger over her nipple enjoying the small tremble it caused her. He held out his strong hand helping her step into the tub her back toward him. She sat turned away from him leaving enough distance so that they weren’t yet touching.

Lucifer moved his arms around her pulling her back against his chest. (Y/n) gasped now feeling his large member against her back. “ relax,” he whispered softly and she let the tension leave her body. Lucifer moved his hands to her thighs rubbing them and began to move even higher up. He moved his mouth to her neck kissing below her ear. “ so beautiful.” His hand traveled to her clit keeping still as she moaned softly at the sensation. “ no one has touched you here before me.” He stated.

“ no,” (y/n) replied thinking it was a question.

“ I will give you pleasure no other could,” He whispered as he began to rub her clit.

“ oh yes,” (y/n) softly moaned, his fingers doing magic against her most intimate spot. Lucifer kissed her neck and shoulder loving the reactions he was pulling from her body. He could feel her tensing slightly and knew the pleasure was going to overtake her soon. He moved his other hand to her opening teasing her folds with a finger.

“ I wish to be inside you so badly,” he slowly thrust a finger inside his eyes rolling at her tightness. He worked her with his finger the other hand circling her clit. (Y/n)s walls were starting to flutter around his finger so close to letting go. “I wish to feel you shake around my cock giving in to the pleasure.” She began to shake almost there, “ give in (y/n) .” With that her orgasm ripped through her. A shriek left her lips and Lucifer smiled excited to see how she would react to his member.

( y/n) lay back against Lucifers chest breathing heavily coming down from her orgasm. The cloudiness from her mind disappearing a realization hit her and she tensed nervous this time. “ how did you know my name ?”

“ I know all my children’s names (y/n).” He turned her face to look up at him the shock was evident on her face. “ You are very special though, I wouldn’t just leave hell for anyone. How sweet you were planning to wait for me.”

She looked up at his beautiful face still in shock, “ dark lord I’m so sorry... I .”

“ Do not apologize,” he said sternly interrupting her. Lucifer looked deep into her (y/e/c) eyes filled with worry, “ show me you still have faith,” he said sweetly and seductively. Just like that the worry of upsetting him was gone and (y/n) knew how to prove her loyalty. Adjusting herself quickly in the tub she pressed her lips to his her hand wrapping in his hair for balance. Lucifer wrapped his strong arms around her possessively pulling her as close to him as possible while exploring her soft mouth. Now that she was seated above him he leaned forward and wrapped her legs around his waist holding her tightly as he lifted them from the water. He continued to kiss her as he carried them out of the tub and into the hallway. She squirmed in his arms desperate for more bringing out the beast in him. Moving to her bedroom quickly he kicked the door open and laid her down on her overly cushioned bed hovering above her.

“ please dark lord,” she whimpered as he moved to kiss her neck and chest. Years of waiting and she was so close yet so far. Reaching down between them she wrapped her small hand around him causing him to pin her hands to the bed quickly. (Y/n) looked up at him her chest heaving as she watched his gaze travel over her body. Her need for him was overwhelming, “ I need you so bad it hurts.”

With that he let go of her hands and they wrapped around his back as he leaned down and kissed her gently. He grabbed his large member in his hand lining it up with her glistening opening. (Y/n) gasped at the feel of his skin against hers as he ran his tip up and down her folds teasing her. ‘ oh dark lord please I can’t take it anymore I need you’ she prayed knowing he would hear. He pulled his lips away from hers and she looked at his angelic face as he softly spoke “ I will show you mercy.” He sunk into her forcefully causing her to cry out his large member stretching her more than she thought she could handle.

Lucifers fingers found her clit caressing it roughly as he thrusted again slowly this time filling her completely. The added sensation on her clit made her eyes roll in her head. The pleasure was too much but she didn’t want it to stop.

“ yes dark lord!” She exclaimed encouraging him even more. “ you feel amazing.”

Her words stroked his ego as her pussy stroked his cock. “ you are hell on earth (y/n),” he grunted as she tightened around him even more. He thrusted slow and hard reveling in her. He looked down at where they were connected and watched as her folds gripped him tightly bringing him close to release. Lucifer began to rub her faster his thrusts picking up pace along with her moans. (Y/n)s legs began to tremble and he looked down at her in awe of her beauty. “Cum for me little witch.”

An earth shattering orgasm overtook her body and soul. She never wanted it to end and it seemed like it wasn’t going to. Lucifer groaned as her walls began to milk him and he thrusted into her prolonging both of their orgasms even further.

He laid on top of her still enveloped by her and kissed her cheek sweetly. “ That alone was worth being kicked out of heaven”

(y/n) blushed not expecting his kindness and worriedly asked, “ will you be going back to hell now?”

“ of course I’m the king,” he said arrogantly. Caressing her bottom lip and kissing her Lucifer pulled away and added “ would you like to be a queen (y/n)?”

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