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Ch. 13: I've Got It

Note:....Been a while. I know boooo, it was very shitty of me, and I'll spare you the sob story but I'm back. Thank you all for the continued support, I am extremely grateful to everyone who gave and continues to give this story a chance. I am ready to get back to work. This chapter is a long one as the beginning of my apology. As always, feel free to reach out to me with any questions or just to chat, but all in all, it feels good to be back. Happy Valentines Day, babies <3

Warning: Toxic Family Dynamics, anxiety, angst and strong language.

“Now we wait.”

Lip rolls his eyes as he sits on the bed in his and Charlotte’s room at Kev and V’s house, crossing his arms. “This is fucking stupid.”

V’s sharp elbow goes into his side as Kev shushes him, facing the opposite direction.

The three of them are sitting and waiting outside of the bathroom door, straightening as Carol emerges from the room, blue and white stick in her hands and Charlotte in tow. “Auntie Carol, I told you I’m not pregnant-”

“Hush, little girl, stop whining.”

“But Mama,” V tries, rubbing her head tiredly. “She just had her period.”

“You shut up, Veronica, you were supposed to be watching her, not letting her shack up while you did, lord knows everything but take care of your cousin. Now I’m gonna hear shit from her father and his wife the whole time they’re here.” The older woman huffs, squinting at the test, snapping her fingers and pointing to the bed, gesturing for Charlotte to sit. “The least we can do is make sure she’s not pregnant when they get here.”

Lip rests his hand on Charlotte’s thigh as he tries to hide his annoyance with the whole situation. The call with Charlotte’s dad had been disastrous, as he suspected it would be. The older man had cursed him to high heaven before demanding Charlotte be on the next flight home. When Lip heard that he’d panicked, snatching the phone back from his wife and hanging up. All they’d received since then was an eerie message that they were on their way. Because he’s him and he has literally no control over his own brain, he had no choice but to question why she hadn’t told her parents about them, about him. It seemed like her dad hadn’t even expected to hear from a boyfriend let alone a husband. They’d at least been together long enough that her parents should know he exists.

In fact that’s all he can think about, aside from the fact that he may have lost his job. And how the two may be related.

“Fuck!” Lip growls as he punches the wall in the hallway. He’s unconcerned with what Fiona will say about it. He’ll just blame it on Frank.

Charlotte’s head pops out of the bathroom with a freshly bathed Liam on her hip, both looking as innocently confused as ever. Liam claps his hand, squealing, mumbling out an excited ‘fuck!’ as he meets his brother’s eyes. “No, Liam, that's a bad word. Phillip didn’t mean to say that. He meant to say darn, right Phillip?”

The blond is in too foul a mood to concede for cuteness sake and instead squeezes the boy’s cheek and gives his wife an appreciative pat on the ass before scooting past. “Nah, I meant fuck.”

Charlotte pouts as she bounces the child on her hip a little before taking him to sit with one his other siblings as she goes to figure out what’s wrong with her spouse. She’s noticed that Phillip has been on edge since her parents’ message, but she was beginning to think that wasn’t all that was bothering him.

She finds him spread out on the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a scowl on his face. Her pout deepens as she climbs over the side of the couch, laying her body over his, pressing her chest to his and offering him a bright smile. “Talk to me, bubba.”

“I’ve just got shit to figure out I guess, I gotta handle it or we’re fucked.” he huffs, rolling his big blue eyes, as she smooths the lines between his brows with her soft fingers.

“Shit like what?” Charlotte asks, tilting her head lightly.

“Watch your mouth.” He murmurs, softly, dragging his thumb over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth, humming with quiet satisfaction as she simply closes her mouth around it, brown eyes staring up at him intently. “That shit at the party, lost my cool, cause that fucker is trying to fuck you-”

“Don’t want him.” she says around his finger.

“I lost my cool and sorta might’ve cost us a good thing.” Lip sighs, smoothing his other hand over her hair. “Daddy wants to talk to me in his office later this week. Fucked it up, sorry baby.”

It almost feels worse. How quickly she shrugs off his failures. She doesn’t tell him he fucking sucks, or that he ruins everything. She doesn’t huff and push off of him. She offers him a soft smile, kisses him deeply, and tells him ‘they’ll figure it out’. They’ll do it. Another thing he just can’t do for her. He feels helpless. He loves her, and this job was the biggest step he’s made in showing her that. He might beg. He might literally have to set his pride aside and beg.

That was part one in the hardest lesson life has taught him. Phillip Gallagher is not good enough for Charlotte Gal…Fisher.

“Yay, Debbie!” Charlotte screams , clapping along as Ian whistles. The family was gathering for Debbie’s first soccer game of the season and it was…not going well. Turns out Debbie’s team sucks and she doesn’t respond very well to the rules and restrictions of soccer. She was currently focusing more on digging her heel of her cleats into the shin of a kid who’d accidentally kicked her hand while the ball rolled past her.

“Fuckin’ kill ‘em, Debs.” Mickey calls, lighting his cigarette. His brows furrow at the looks the parents around him send him. “I fuckin’ meant, metaphorically.”

“Figuratively.” Lip corrects, smacking away the middle finger that gets waived in his face. He sighs as Charlotte knocks his own cigarette out of his hand before he can light it, slapping her thigh, pulling her leg over his as she giggles in his ear. Lip relishes in the closeness and warmth he gets from this moment. His wife leaning into him, absently toying with his fingers as she cheers for his little sister.

It makes him think. He thinks about the future. Doing this with his kids. Their kids. Kids he didn’t even think he wanted. Not until her. Just the idea of her opens a world of possibilities he hadn’t even factored in. It feels good. It would feel great, if some fucking idiot wasn’t staring at her like a piece of fuckin’ meat-

“Can I fucking help you, fuck face, or do you wanna keep starin’ at my wife?” He demands, standing immediately. Ian and Mickey are following suit soon enough, the latter, lifting Charlotte and placing her on the opposite side of all of them.

“Woah,” the guy lifts his hands in surrender, eyes darting between the men nervously. “I just was trying to figure out where I know her from, I don’t want any issues.”

“Let’s just say you don’t know her from anywhere and you get to keep your teeth, alright?” Mickey growls.

The three men settle back into their seats and return to the game. Charlotte waves off Debbie’s confused look that she sends to the stands. She whispers into Lip’s ear that everything is fine. That the guy probably frequents the bar she works at. But from the way she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, zipping her jacket up to her neck and crossing her arms over her chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice…Lip fucking hates himself. He really does. He hates the guys at the club that pay to see the love of his life essentially naked. He hates that they go around thinking about her after they leave the fuckin’ seedy ass building. He hates that she works there, because despite the fact that her body is beautiful and he’s glad she’s comfortable in it, his insecurity is making her insecure and now they can’t be at his sister’s soccer game, or the grocery store, or the park or the club without someone fucking eye-fucking his wife, pissing him off and making her uncomfortable in her own damn clothes.

But mostly, mostly he hates himself for not being able to make her like the women sitting on the opposite side for the other team. The soccer moms who have husbands that take care of fuckin’ everything they need and have shit to spare to give them what they want. He hates that she’s not sitting here with one of those fancy, stupid ass purses that they all seem to fuckin’ have. He hates that while they got to drop their kids off at a nice ass school after they kissed their husbands goodbye and then went shopping or drinking or whatever upper middle housewives do with their days Charlotte was helping clean his shithole house. He hates that after the game he’s gonna drop her off to the club where she’ll meet more creeps who get off thinking about her and eye-fuck her in his face. He hates that he’s too pussy to go into the club because then he’s worried he’ll steal one of Mickey’s guns and air the bitch out and Charlotte’ll be forced to visit him in jail for the rest of her life.

So Lip grinds his teeth and finishes watching the game. Leg jumping as he tries to soothe his temper. That’s part two.

Charlotte’s parents arriving is the nail in the marital coffin for Lip. They go pick them up from the airport in the attempt to make a good impression. The couple borrows Kev’s car and the whole ride their Charlotte tries to keep him in a good mood. He knew he must be walking into the lion’s den from how she’d been acting. They’d had sex twice that morning, and before he could start to offer to make her breakfast for her…efforts, she was pulling out the ingredients to make him pancakes. In the car, she didn’t whine about his music, just humming softly as it played, rubbing his arm as his hand rested on her thigh. He wants to be able to leave it at this. He doesn’t want to interrupt the great morning by asking the dreaded question, but he’s him and he can’t let it go.

“So, we haven’t really gotten to talk about it, but I need to ask…why didn’t you tell your parents about me?”

Charlotte takes a deep breath, staring straight out the window as they pull into a pickup spot. “They’re parents…you know, they didn’t exactly send me here to get married in three months.”

“They won’t approve. Fuck.” he nods.

“Bubba, it doesn’t matter.” Charlotte turns to face Lip, pulling her knee into the seat beneath her. “It doesn’t matter, I approve. I’m more worried about what you’ll think of me. My parents aren’t the nicest people, and…I’m not good with navigating them.”

“Charlotte, there’s literally nothing short of murder you could do that would make me change my mind, you’re not the one we need to worry about.” Lip pushes his tongue into his cheek absently, nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, the reflection of the simple ring shining on his hand.

“This is temporary, right?” Charlotte murmurs, leaning over the console and placing her hands over Lip’s. “They’ll come, and see how good you take care of me and they’ll go home. ‘Kay?”

The blond man just nods quietly, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it, savoring their bubble one last time before they get out of the car.

“I hate the airport, it's dirty and busy all of the time.”

Lip rolls his lips together as he drags his in-laws bags over to the car, listening quietly with Charlotte as her mother and father talk about how miserable their flight has been. Her dad, Victor, had given him a curt nod in introduction and held his arm out for Charlotte to obediently place herself into a hug that Lip could tell she didn’t want. Her mother Cynthia had kissed her cheeks in a European way to where they never actually touch. Both people looked polished, and barely tried to hide their wince when Charlotte said, “This is my husband, Phillip.”

Lip’s wife’s pretty brown eyes haven’t lifted from ground level since they met her parents at the terminal, an absent look on her face as her parents drone on and on with pleasantries.

“...and, honey, don’t you think it’s a little too cold for that outfit?” her mom finishes, as the three of them stand back and watch Lip load the car.

“‘M warm.”

“I am warm.” Her mother corrects.

“I am warm.”

“I don’t know how you could be, with this frigid Chicago air. Hopefully you’re not getting sick. Phillip, you always have to watch her, she never wants to wear a coat, always trying to walk around half naked and expect not to get sick-”

“We’d better hope she’s not having hot flashes.”

“Victor!”

And that too. The snide remarks. Glances down at Charlotte’s stomach, and positioning himself between her and Lip as they walk back to the car. The muscle in Lip’s jaw jumps in irritation as her father continues to insinuate that the only reason he’s here is because he’s some white trash deadbeat that knocked his daughter up.

“I’m not pregnant, Daddy.”

“As you’ve told me.” The older man grunts, sliding between his daughter and the car, climbing into the front passenger seat the second the lock clicks open, not even sparing her a glance.

“Are you guys, uh, hungry? We could stop and get something to eat.” Lip sniffs, glancing up into the rearview mirror to get a look at Charlotte. She’s in the back, toying with her fingers as she stares out of the window. That is until her mom swats at her hand to get her to stop, and she takes to biting her lip instead.

“No thank you, young man, the hotel should be fine.” Victor huffs again, for the fiftieth fucking time since he’s been in the car. “Charlotte, I made you a doctor’s appointment for tomorrow, since you never took the time to find a physician yourself. Your mother will take you after we have breakfast. I assume you’ll be joining us, Phillip.”

Charlotte manages to look up at that, her voice resigned as she addresses her father. “Of course he will, Daddy, we’ll be with you bright early.”

The car goes silent for a moment before Victor mumbles under his breath, ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

“Daddy?”

“I’m sorry, are we supposed to pretend that this is okay? Cynthia, I tried, but this is fucking ridiculous!”

“Victor! Please.”

“Okay.” Lip grunts, pulling the car into one of the hotel parking spots in the far corner of the lot.

“No, Charlotte Andrea Fisher, you are 19 years old. You are away from home for the first time, against my better judgment. You have been away for only 3 months. You are naive, and impulsive, and for some reason want to be like your cousin Veronica so damn bad. You are going to take your ass upstairs to the hotel room your mother and I got you and you are not shacking up with this boy-”

“He’s not a boy, he’s my husband, Dad.” Charlotte whimpers from the backseat. Lip grinds his teeth and unbuckles his seatbelt, catching her mother roll her eyes and rub her forehead as he climbs out of the car.

“Oh, god, the waterworks-”

“You are a little girl, and that is a boy. You’re talking about marriage, that sham is getting annulled, if it was even legal-” Victor follows suit, climbing out of the car and slamming the door, opening his wife’s before walking, meeting Lip at Charlotte’s door. The older man goes to tug it open, only to be stopped by Lip’s hand. “Move.”

“No. My wife is coming home with me.” he says calmly.

“Your wife? Your wife, she’s my daughter, and she’s coming with me and her mother-”

“Her mother and I.” Lip says smugly.

“Oh.” Victor cocks his head, taking a step closer to an unflinching Lip. “You think you're tough, boy?”

“You tell me, we’re from the same place.”

The older man glares past him to the car window again. Shifting his attention to Charlotte. “Charlotte Andrea Fisher-”

“Gallagher.” Her muffled voice calls from behind the cheap glass. “My last name is Gallagher now, Dad.”

It’s quiet. Soft. Her voice waivers. But still. She said it. And still, it fills Lip up with pride as he leans against the car door, using its keys to click it closed as he watches her mother drag her husband away. Forcing him to the hotel.

After he watches the fancy, sliding double doors close behind them and the yelling becomes a little more faint, Lip unlocks the car. The way she falls into his arms crushes him. The tears, the shaking, the sobs of ‘I thought they’d give us a chance’ that part hurt.

Lip Gallagher has watched his parents abandon his siblings. Hit them. Steal from them. Lie. Everything in the book of bad parents. He’s been watching it his whole life. He’s numb to it. It’s life, he tells them. Doesn’t matter, they don’t matter. Frank and Monica. They’ve never been anything to them, and never would be.

But watching this. Watching Charlotte lose her parents in front of him, because of him, he’s never seen anything like it. He’s sad for her. He watched them rip her to shreds with words and disapproving looks. They came here and broke the love of his life within an hour and a half.

This wasn’t the final straw.

No, because Lip’s girl is sweet. This is something he’s always known, and in anyone else he’d call it a flaw. She’s like Debbie, but less vengeful. She forgives. Gives second…third…fourth chances. Hell, its the only fuckin’ way he’s been able to keep her, and normally, he’d thank whatever shitty higher power that’s up there that dropped this woman in his lap for him to hoard to himself but not today.

“She says she wants to say sorry for him. I’m not gonna talk to him, just her. She promised.”

“Bunny, I’m not gonna tell you don’t see your mom-”

“Good!” Charlotte chirps as Lip watches her tug on some notably baggy jeans over her shapely legs, and pull an oversized sweater over her head.

“‘M gonna tell you it’d be pretty fuckin’ stupid though.” he finishes, grabbing the edge of her sweater and pulling her into his lap as he sits on the bed.

Charlotte smoothes her fingers over his cheek before leaning her forehead against his. “Hm, like threatening your boss's son?”

“Fuckin’ defendin’ your honor.” he grunts, tilting her toward him and patting her ass.

“My hero.”

“Exactly, and now I’m the fuckin’ dragon, lockin’ you up in the tower so the evil people who made the princess cry yesterday don’t get to do it again.”

“That’s really not how fairytales work. And dragons can’t lock doors.”

“Fuckin’ smartass.” Lip breathes, connecting his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. He squeezes her tightly, trying to wring every negative thought out of her head. “They hurt you.” he whispers against her lips.

“They’re my parents. They think they’re doing what’s best for me. They’re not. But that’s what they think.” she whispers back, pressing one more kiss to his lips before pulling away. “So, I’m gonna go to this doctor’s appointment. Do another pregnancy test. Show them we’re married because you loveee me. And then, I’m gonna tell my mom our love story, leaving out some key details. And I’m gonna make her love you like I do, Bubba.”

Lip sits back and takes in her words. Because maybe that is what she’ll do. Maybe Cynthia will reconsider and maybe that will make things better. Maybe they’ll understand their situation and that they love each other and he’s pretty sure they won’t fuckin’ love him but maybe they’ll understand that he fuckin’ loves her. “Hopefully not like you love me. You’d have some competition.” she gasps at that, smacking his arm. “What? You look alike!”

The plan was clear. Charlotte was supposed to go and charm the pants off her mom on Lip’s behalf, he was supposed to be at home, hold down the fort, and figure out what the hell he was going to say to his boss, to get his job back.

Lip had set up shop. He’d plopped back on the run down couch in his house, and pulled one of his little siblings toys from underneath his ass and started rolling a joint on the table. It was time for him to play his part. Think. For him, and for his family.

But then there was the knock. And then it turned into knocking. It was incessant.

“Fuck! Hold on. ‘M fuckin’ coming!” He calls, tripping over the plastic bat on the floor when he makes his way over to the door. “What-”

“Phillip.”

“I…what the fuck are you doin’ here? Come to yell at me s’more?”

Victor Fisher stands with his arms crossed. Polished with a neat sweater and ironed pants, looking wildly uncomfortable and out of place in his own old neighborhood. “No, I…think I did enough of that yesterday. At least that’s what Cynthia tells me.”

“Okay,” Lip shrugs, leaning in the frame and catching Victor’s glance at the chipped paint. “Well, she tell you that she and Charlotte are going to the doctor?”

“Yes. It was my own idea to come down here and ask you to come get something to eat with me while we wait.”

The blond’s eyes narrow as he laughs incredulously. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

“Not at all.” Victor sighs, crossing his arms. “I am extending an olive branch. For Charlotte’s sake. Grab the other end.”

For Charlotte’s sake.

“So tech. Good business.”

“Technology and science are languages that I’ve always been able to speak. It pays too.” Lip shrugs, pushing a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

“Well?” Victor asks without looking up. This has been their breakfast so far. Short, stilted conversation. Lip answering the questions Victor fires at him. Trying to gauge his reactions to everything he says. Pretending he wasn’t starting to hate this man.

“Gettin’ there.”

“How many siblings do you have, Phillip?”

“Uh, five.”

“Smart like you?” he asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“They’re smart.”

“But not like you.”

“Uh, no. Not like me.” Lip shifts in his seat, suddenly unable to follow the conversation.

“Hm.” Victor reaches to the side of the table, pouring more coffee into his cup and then into Lip’s. “Charlotte is an only child, you know that?”

“I know everything about Charlotte.”

“So, you know why we want her to go to the doctor so badly?”

“Fuckin’- yes!”

“You know she’s got chronic pain? That she suffers from sickle cell? She told you that?”

What?

Lip tries to keep a poker face as all of the wind is knocked out of his body. A thousand questions are swirling around in his head. His chest hurts. He didn’t know, why didn’t he know? He should have known-

“Do you know what happens when people who suffer from sickle cell go into crisis? What a flare up of chronic pain looks like for her?” Victor sighs, fully removing his glasses this time. “Probably not, you’ve known her for three months. But it happens, and it's bad. She…she can’t move. Barely eats, loses weight rapidly. The pains. The shakes. The crying. Are you prepared for that?”

“Yea-yes-”

“I’m sure you could. You’re a man. I understand that. You grew up here. You’ve had to be a man long before you were supposed to and that is unfair and I’m sorry that happened to you but the reality is, Charlotte is a girl. You two are a year apart, but you’re a man and she’s a girl. She grew up in a nice house, with me and her mother. She went to nice schools. We knew she was pretty, too pretty for her own good, so we protected her from the boys not worth keeping around-”

“Fuck you.” Lip scoffs.

“No, I’m not implying you’re not worth anything, Phillip. Boys like you from this area are diamonds in the rough. Just like me. I was just like you. And I got the girl. You have Charlotte, I had Cynthia. I know how it feels to hit the lottery.” Victor pauses to take a drink of his coffee, gesturing to the waitress for the check. “But Phillip, I don’t speak to my siblings. My parents. They were deadbeats. My siblings stayed here. I left them behind. They hate me. All of them. And over time, I’ve learned that I don’t care. I chose Cynthia. I chose me. They were holding me back. I let them go. Because you’ll learn, Phillip, that getting there only gets there, when you can focus. You can’t keep two families afloat.”

Lip works his jaw irritably, feeling his skin heat with irritation as he weighs what his father and law says. “What are you trying to say? I should abandon my family?”

“No. I’m saying it's not too late to choose them and annul your marriage. We both know you can’t take care of Charlotte. Not the way she should be. Not for a long, long time. So give her back to people who can. People who can make it worth you and your family’s while.”

“I…” Lip grits his teeth at the sound of his voice cracking. “I love her. I take care of her.” “She’s been living here, working as a stripper under your care. Want better for her, Phillip.” Victor says, snapping his checkbook closed as he slides the piece of paper across the table. The waitress comes over with the bill, dropping it between the two men and Lip absentmindedly reaches into his pocket to find some money, pausing when the older man holds his hand up to halt him. “Don’t worry, son. I’ve got it.”

Sending the message was hard, but it was the only way Lip knew how.

He knew he couldn’t look Charlotte in the face yet. No. He needed more time. Time to think. Time to decide he was doing the right thing. Time to finish talking himself into this.

Victor told him what he needed to do. Bend her heart, not break it. Neither of them wanted to see her broken. Just hurt her enough that she’s prepared to go home. Charlotte’s stubborn, so she won’t just give up. She won’t run to her parents so easily. So Lip would need to be able to hold out long enough that she would give up. Get tired. Realize it was over and go home.

And Lip would be able to pay the bills in the house, for the next three months. One month for each one he and Charlotte had together. He would be able to get his family a car. He would have something to drive back and forth to work in. A real car. Not a run down busted up car barely off the junk lot. A real car. One that he could keep for years.

So, he came home. Her mom kept her out a long enough time, clearly in on this plan to write him out of Charlotte’s fuckin’ life. He went to his house. He looked his siblings in the face and told them that he was ending things with Charlotte. And they were fuckin’ pissed. The kids weren’t talking to him. Debbie said she hated him. But she’d get over it. That’s what Victor had said when he’d told him how they loved Charlotte.

Carl mumbled something about a ‘waste’ and shoved past him. Liam doesn’t understand. And Lip knows that he’ll feel horrible when his baby brother wakes up tomorrow asking for her.

Ian and Fiona were the worst. Ian started rattling insults immediately. Telling him what a piece of shit he was. He knows. Telling him this is the only chance at something good, at love he’ll actually get. He fuckin’ knows.

Fiona just asked so many questions. Why? What happened? Are you sure?

That all stopped when Lip shrugged, schooling an emotionless expression onto his face, dropping the check onto the kitchen table and snapping his phone closed as he finished his message. “It’s done.”

All of that hurt. It fucking sucked and he felt like blowing his brains out when the flood of text messages started rolling in. But nothing could beat the crying. The begging.

“Bubba, please.” Her voice is small on the opposite side of the door, the whining lilt to it has his entire body tense as he leans against the wood, staring at the wall over Ian’s shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with any of his siblings. “I love you. Why are you doing this?”

“Lip-” Fiona starts, cutting herself off when her little brother looks up at her, wide blue eyes watery with tears, an exhausted look on his face, jaw clenched so hard she worried his teeth would crack. She thinks this is a mistake. She loves Charlotte, and even more, Lip loves Charlotte more than anything, but this was his decision, and he was her brother.

“I love you, what did I do? M’sorry.” she whimpers, soft thump letting the three siblings know she’d slid down the door. “Please, I love you. Please…st-stop.”

The three eldest Gallaghers stand there in a stalemate. Ian shifts on his feet, quietly shaking his head as he looks away. Fiona watches her brother struggle somberly, wondering if she could have done anything that would have avoided this.

And Lip, silent, straight faced, completely devoid of emotion as he rests his head against the door, staring forward. The only indication that he feels anything at all is the few tears that managed to escape down his face.

It goes on like this for an hour and a half. At 40 minutes, Ian scoffs, mumbling under his breath as he storms his way up the stairs, slamming his room door closed, causing his sister to flinch. Once the standoff reaches 1 hour and 15 minutes, Fiona sighs, scrubbing a tired hand down her face before patting an unmoving Lip’s shoulder, retiring to bed herself.

The sobbing and constant knocking at the door had slowed to quiet pleas, still making Lip’s chest hurt just as bad. He’s doing what’s best for her. He knows that. It hurts now, but she’ll recover from this. She’ll be better, she’ll have a chance to do better than him.

Lip will never recover. He knows that too. He knows that this is his better. His best. Being with Charlotte is everything. That’s why he doesn’t deserve it. He should’ve never tried to drag her down with him. He can’t give her the life she deserves, or the things she should have access to. He could only offer her hard work, and being bound to mental illness and alcoholism. Trapping her with a baby, forcing her to live in the fucking slums and dance for a couple of bucks from creepy frat boy fucks and drunk limp dick losers like his father.

Soon he can hear footsteps approaching the doorway, Charlotte is immediately riled up by the presence of whoever it is. “No, no, no, he needs to talk to me. Something is wrong, I don’t know what I did- Phillip, please.”

“C’mon Lottie, let’s go home.” Lip recognizes Kev’s muffled voice from the opposite side of the door. After some quiet arguing, he finally releases a breath when he hears the wood creak under the weight of them walking away.

The man ignores the crushing feeling in his chest, the gut wrenching pain that comes with the realization of what he’d just done. A numbness spreads over his limbs as he hazily makes his way over to and up the stairs, breathing shakily. He reaches the doorway of his dark room and stops there. He wants his bed. He wants to climb under the covers and pretend he didn’t just blow up his fuckin’ life. But he can’t make it over the threshold.

This is her room too. He didn’t think this through. She’s touched everything. How was he supposed to lay in the bed that they laid in together? Her clothes are still in the drawers. Pictures still taped to the mirror and walls. Fuck.

It’s humiliating, the way he breaks down. Strong shoulders shaking with stronger sobs. Body curling over until his knees simply give out, he sits on the floor next to the crack in the wall where Carl had drilled a hole to hide drugs for Frank. The sound of miscellaneous toys left out squeaking under him. Lip pulls his legs to his chest and cries, because it’s all he can do. Despite every ounce of his being telling him, ‘stop being a bitch,’ ‘the fuck are you cryin’ about, pussy?’ he can’t help it. And he doesn’t stop. Not when his throat started getting sore, or his back started to hurt. Not when the sun starts to peak in through the half broken window in the hallway. Not when he feels his little sister lay a blanket over him before sitting beside him, quietly resting her head on his shoulder.

Charlotte doesn’t fare much better. She finally fell asleep with V rubbing her back, sleeping in her cousin’s bed while Kev slept downstairs. When she wakes she has a pounding headache, her eyes are puffy and burn. She wraps one of the blankets around herself before dragging to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and splashing water on her face.

She’s hurt. Heartbroken and confused. She knows why he’s doing this. Her parents said something. Did something. Something that made him decide she isn’t worth the trouble.

But she wasn’t going to give up without a fight. She loves Phillip. She loves her husband, and she didn’t take their time together lightly. She pulls on one of Phillip’s sweatshirts and jumps her way into a pair of jeans before looking at herself in the mirror.

“Hey, honey,” V’s soft voice comes from behind her, Charlotte’s cousin appears over her shoulder, wrapping her arms around the younger woman. “I didn’t think you’d be up.”

“I’ve gotta,” she sniffs, combing her fingers through her hair. “I’ve gotta take Liam to daycare. And um, make sure Carl remembers his science project. See if Phillip wants me to have lunch with him at work today, I could…I could make him something-”

“Lottie.” V interrupts, “Didn’t Lip-”

“He’s confused.” Charlotte says sharply, swinging her purse over her shoulder, holding her hand out to her cousin expectantly. “My key to their house is in our room. I…don’t normally need it.”

“Charlotte, listen. I’m not saying this to hurt you, but that boy left you crying on the porch in the cold, that sends a message. Don’t you think you two need space?”

The younger woman shakes her head stubbornly, looking forward to the door, refusing to look at V. “No. Space will let him spiral. My parents made him doubt me, I’m gonna show him that they don’t know what they’re talking about, that I’m what he wants and needs, no matter what they say.”

Determined, Charlotte makes her way next door, unlocking the door with V’s keys and gets to work immediately. Frank is passed out on the couch, so she nudges him awake with a beer at the ready, guiding the drunken man out of the door so he won’t be there when everyone wakes up. Next she starts on the bacon and eggs, brewing a cup of coffee before climbing the stairs to grab Liam, changing and dressing him. “G’morning Liam, did you sleep well?” she coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks as she makes her way back down the stairs.

When she gets down there, Fiona is sitting at the table, eyes going wide as she sees her sister-in-law. “Lottie? I…when did-”

“Early this morning. I know yesterday was really weird, and I’m sorry you guys had to see that-”

“Hey,” Fiona smiles, taking Liam from Charlotte’s arms. “There’s no embarrassment with family. Gallaghers know no shame, girl, and you’re one of us.”

And she means it. Fiona watches as a wave of relief washes over the girl bustling around her kitchen, dumping fresh bacon onto a plate. “Thanks Fi.” Charlotte tucks some hair behind her ear, sliding a bowl of cheerios in front of the toddler. “I’m sorry to even ask you this, but did he talk to you about anything? Like something they said or s-something I did-”

“Mornin.”

The deep voice makes Charlotte’s heart drop to her stomach. She turns slowly, as if she’s approaching an animal that’s likely to scare. And there he is. Standing there in his pajamas, hair mussed, bags under his eyes. But still handsome as ever to Charlotte. “Phillip.”

The blond pauses for a beat. His blue eyes are cloudy for a moment as he takes in the girl before he slips past her, ignoring her extended hand, offering a mug of coffee, opting to open the fridge and grab the orange juice instead. “Hey, you come here to pick up your stuff?”

“My…my stuff? Phillip-”

“I uh, gotta get to work.” he sniffs, grabbing his bag from it’s place on the kitchen floor, slinging it over his shoulder with his jacket in his hand.

“But-” Charlotte flinches as the door slams shut, shoulders tense as she stares after her husband. Fiona quietly slips behind the girl, resting her hand on her shoulder, apologetic for her brother’s behavior, but unable to do anything about it. “He means it.”

Charlotte had whispered so quietly that her sister-in-law didn’t catch it, leaning in for clarity. “What?”

“Phillip, he’s leaving me, and he means it.” It was like a rock landed in her stomach, both painful and grounding, Charlotte steels herself. “Fine.” she huffs, grabbing her own bag and storming out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

Phillip’s day had been absolute shit so far. He woke up to his boss’s daddy’s assistant calling him in for a meeting. No doubt calling him in to fucking fire him for beating the living shit out of his pussy ass son. Lip doesn’t regret it. Not really. But he regrets losing his fucking job.

On top of that, he came downstairs to see the one person he couldn’t handle seeing. She looked so damn pretty, mixing up in his kitchen, bein’ with his family and shit. The hopeful look in her eye as she saw him enter the room. He didn’t deserve for her to fuckin’ look at him like that. He wanted to kick his own ass for how broken her pretty little face looked when he dismissed her. He loves her. That’s why he’s doing this. Her eyes were pink and puffy. She’d been crying for him. The fact that he was fighting with himself not to like that…he’s a sick fuck. Like he’s said, he doesn’t deserve her.

Lip doesn’t even bother asking Kev to use his car to get to work, opting to take a walk to the train station to clear his head. He was in no real rush to be fired. As he blows into his hands to warm them, he lets his mind wander to the last place it needs to, but the only place it seems to want to go.

“So, what the fuck are they mad at her for? They don’t wanna do the band shit anymore?”

Charlotte giggles, running her fingers through his curls as he lays his head on her lap, scowling at the television. She was educating him on Disney movies; it seemed that in the process of raising his siblings along with his sister, he’d never gotten the chance to experience sitcoms and original movies that were formative for her childhood. He’d said, ‘I’m not watchin’, put your shit on and I’ll take a nap’ but here he was, watching intently with a wonder that made her heart ache. “Guess they don’t have your work ethic, bubba.”

Lip hums contentedly, bringing her free hand to his lips, absently pressing kisses to her palm as he continues watching the movie. “Yeah, I know you liked her little rapping white boyfriend.”

“Um, excuse me? Even though he’s cute-”

“Knew it.”

“And you happen to also be a white, blonde with blue hair, most of my exes haven’t been white, I’ll have you know.”

He tried to swallow down the comment, really. But he fuckin’ couldn’t hold himself back, sue him. “Yeah, how many exes are we talkin’ about?”

He expects for her to get offended, or be evasive. Tell him to fuck off. That’s what any of his sorta exes would’ve done. Hell, that’s what he would’ve done. With anyone but her. He’ll tell her whatever she needs to know. But Charlotte has soft edges. Even when he’s being a dick, she has softness for him he’d never experienced before.

“Not many, baby, just like, five.” She smiles gently, smoothing her hand over his hair again. “You’re the only one who matters now, Phillip.” she takes a deep breath, leaning down to press her forehead against his, and Lip can’t help but lean up to meet her, eyes trained on her face as hers slip closed. “Love you.” she mumbles.

She’s everything. “I love you, Bunny.”

With that, her brown eyes open, staring down at him with joy, she wrinkles her nose. “Ew, you like me?” she teases, squealing in his ear as he pushes himself up, grabbing her thigh and tugging her down on the couch.

“Fuckin’ brat.” he chuckles breathily against her lips, slapping her thigh lightly as he descends on her, her giggles ringing out into the air.

“Fuck.” the blond huffs out, roughly wiping at a stray tear before storming up to an abandoned car, left on the frozen grass and kicking at one of the doors, denting it slightly. He breathes heavily, shaking his head and turning to go back to his path to the train. Her laughter. That fuckin’ pretty ass laugh that she’s gonna end up giving to someone else makes him feel like he could vomit. He could hear it. In his head. It used to be nice. Now it feels like his heart is being wrenched from his fuckin’ chest. Damnit!

Lip drops his bag onto the ground, lifting his leg and kicking the car again. And again. And again. Until he stops. Then, he starts punching the windows, his knuckles start getting bloody as the glass shatters and breaks under his efforts. But he keeps going. He just keeps punching, and kicking, and screaming…? When did he start doing that?

He was so focused on what he was doing that he didn’t even notice someone approaching him.

“Lip…?” A familiar voice calls out. Familiar, but not the one haunting him now. “Well, it’s been a while, I can guess how you’ve been.”

He stops, turning to look at the person intruding on his break down, brows furrowed. The blond reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, raising it to pluck one into his mouth before offering it to them. “The fuck are you doin’ here?”

“Needed a nice bed, and food. Came to check on my mom. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I’ve been doin’?”

To say Charlotte was pissed off was an understatement. Hot, angry tears stream down her face as she swings open the door to V and Kev’s house, throwing her purse on the floor. She tries to level out her breath as she pushes into the bathroom. Charlotte rests her hands on the sink as she watches herself cry in the mirror. Sobs racking her body she doubles over with the force of her crying. She was glad no one was home to see her like this.

She doesn’t even know what she’s doing when she climbs into the tub, bringing her knees to her chest. She raises her left hand to look at the small ring on her finger. It’s not what she used to picture. When she was younger, she would envision her life. She would dream about what her ring would look like. What her husband would be like.

It was always a ring like her mother’s, a large house like she grew up in and the some faceless prince who spun her in circles but surprisingly never spoke.

This life she was building with Phillip was nothing like that. They live in a small house with his siblings, he’d shared a room until he was 18 and got her ring from his drunken father. It was small, and wouldn’t pass as a kids toy where she came from. Phillip was quiet compared to his siblings, but generally loud, crass, and aggressive. With everyone except her at least. He was a prince. He does spin her around, and hug her, and kiss her and look at her like she’s everything. The life he gave her was better than she’d imagined.

But he’s ready to throw it away. And it hurts. Charlotte is tired of being the one being hurt.

She sits in silence for a few moments, staring at the tiles on the wall before she can distantly hear her phone chiming in her purse outside the bathroom door. She tries to ignore the clench in her chest, the little glimmer of hope that it’s Phillip, calling to say sorry, that he’d changed his mind and he was coming over so they could make up. Charlotte pushes out of the tub at the third chime, walking on unsteady legs over to the bag, sniffling and tucking hair behind her ear as she squints to read the messages.

It’s her manager from the club, asking if anyone was interested in working the day party for today because the promoter’s entertainment fell through. Normally, she’d turn this down. She knows how Lip feels about her new job, and for her it was only a means to an end. They were discussing alternatives until this shit started. But maybe working a party would be a good way for her to get her mind off of things, and make some extra cash. Especially since it seems she’ll be doing things by herself for now on.

“So you got married? That wasn’t a joke?”

“Uh, nope, real shit.” Lip takes a final swig of his beer before sailing it into the street, smiling softly at the glass shattering before opening another.

“Hm, never thought you were the marrying type.”

“M’not.”

Karen shrugs, sipping her own beer and looking up at him. “Must’ve been pretty though, to get you down the aisle. Or pregnant. Both?”

“Not pregnant.” He says, opening his phone and showing her a picture of Charlotte. He supposes he’s gonna have to stop having those at the ready, if he’s gonna move on. As if he could.

“Damn, she’s sexy.” Karen’s eyes widen as she grabs the phone. She remembers the current situation and bites her lip. “Sorry.”

“S’fine. She is. Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Karen looks out into the road again, hesitating for a moment before nudging Lip’s shoulder. “Want me to take your mind off of it? It’s been a while.”

Before Lip had even met Charlotte he had told himself he’d never fuck Karen again. She’s better now, sure, but she also almost fucking ruined his life multiple times. Once he had met Charlotte, he hadn’t even thought of it. He really didn’t consider that he’d ever fuck someone else again. A realization that surprised himself more than anyone, considering he’d never been the monogamous type.

But now he’s in pain. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever be with Charlotte again. That makes him feel cold in a way that he’s never felt before. Lip, desperate for any kind of break he can get from what he’s feeling, rolls his eyes to the sky. “Yeah, fuck it, why not.”

“Gee, you used to be a lot more excited for me to get you off.” she mumbles against his cheek before leaning in to kiss his lips.

Lip turns his head away, pulling his mouth from her reach, “Don’t um, kiss me.”

Karen looks at him for a moment before laughing. “Okay, kissing used to be your thing, not mine.” As she kneels in front of him, Lip finds himself squirming uncomfortably, looking everywhere but down when he feels her unzipping his pants. “Um…are you…is it like, too cold?”

“Uh, no, I’m…gimme a second.” He feels like he can’t breath, the ring on his finger feels like it’s literally fucking scalding his skin.

“Oh-kay.”

A few more moments pass and Karen speaks again. “Do you want me to help you? Is there anything I can do?”

“Nope, no, not at all. Just, shut up for one second, please.” He brings his hands together, tugging the ring off and putting it in his pocket and prays.

“You can think of her if you need to. I don’t mind.” she tries again.

“Um, yeah, maybe.” He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, and lets the images of Charlotte that he’s racked up over time run across his brain. It feels good to think of her. To sift through the memories of her smiling up at him, holding him close, crying out his name. But he couldn’t trick his mind or body. He’s in love. Still. And she’s not the girl on her knees in front of him. “No, no.”

“No?”

“Yeah, sorry, I can’t I’m…I don’t think I can fuck someone who’s not my wife. At least right now.” Or ever. Shit. I’m never gonna get my dick wet again.

“Jeez, that’s serious.” Karen says. She hops up, tucking her hands in her pockets. “What is she? A contortionist?” Lip just looks at her and she sobers, her smile dropping. “Sorry. I’m serious. I’m talking to you as a friend, talk to me. Your wife is hot, and nice, and clearly has a hold over your dick, so what’s the problem, why’d you leave her?”

“She’s perfect.” Lip sighs, lighting another cigarette, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he works back the lump in his throat. He’ll be damned if he cries about this in front of Karen.

“Okay so-”

“She’s perfect. She’s everything, she deserves everything and I am stuck here. I live here. I was born here, I’m gonna live and die here and I don’t want her here to do it with me. So I can’t have her, that’s fine I’m teaching myself that it's fine but it fuckin’ sucks! It fuckin’ sucks Karen, and it’s fuckin’ worse because she’s willing to stay. I hate her for not making this easy!” He roughly throws the bottle into the street, barely missing a parked car.

“Oof. Okay. Clearly, you need to get your mind off of things.” She says, scooting the remainder of the six pack the pair of them bought from the liquor store across the street away from him. “C’mon, let’s get you a real drink and some recreational drugs.”

“You’re making some good tips out there girl, they’re loving you at this party.”

Charlotte smiles briefly before leaning over the vanity, reapplying her lip gloss in the mirror.

“Of course they are, they’re actually seeing her. Normally, guests only get a glimpse of the back of her head, before she runs into the back again to check in with her man.”

“Well, he won’t be checking in today, so-”

“What?”

Trish leans back in her own seat to look at her friend. “Did something happen with you and Lip?”

Charlotte tries to ignore the quiver in her lip and stare forward into the mirror, focusing on the pink she’s applying on her lips. “I dunno, he’s doing his own thing, I’m doing mine, I guess.”

“Well, that seems-”

“Girl, about time!” Kelsey, one of the girls Charlotte met through the club, claps, pushing her way into Charlotte’s seat. “All you talk about is that man and his gaggle of kids. Now, we can invite you to do fun stuff. We can go out!”

“They’re his siblings, first of all and they’re good kids.” Charlotte sighs, smoothing her hands over her hair.

“Gallagher kids? Okay.”

Charlotte’s eyes narrow, her mouth opening for her to ask her co-worker what the fuck she meant by that, something she would’ve never done a couple of months ago. But Trish beats her to it, patting her arm and shaking her head. Instead of telling her other coworkers about herself, Charlotte settles for rolling her eyes and mumbling, “We could’ve always gone out.”

“Please, the way you used to all but trip over yourself running out the door to climb back on Lip’s dick? When would we have the time to ask?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the girl loving her man, Renee.” Trish intervenes, leaving her arm tossed around Charlotte’s shoulders. Was she really that pathetic? Did she really spend all her time running behind Phillip? She supposes that she never took the time to think about it while it was happening, but is this what everyone thinks? “Just because you don’t have one.”

“Well,” Kelsey shrugs, rubbing more glitter lotion onto her chest and meeting Charlotte’s eyes in the mirror. “Doesn’t seem like Lottie does either anymore. So, Lottie, have you dislodged yourself from Gallagher’s side or not? Are we going out”

Charlotte fully plans to say yes. For the first time since she’d met her husband, she thought that maybe this is what she should have been doing. She’s only ever had two identities in her life. Mr. and Mrs. Fisher’s daughter, and Phillip Gallagher’s wife. She’s never been Charlotte. Not when she left home, not when she got her first job, she just went from being one person’s possession to another. Maybe this is all a sign that she should focus on being alone. However miserable that sounds. That’s why, whether you believe her or not, she was going to say yes.

Until her phone rings.

“What’d you even give him anyway?”

“Don’t fucking make it sound like that, it was just some weed and booze!”

“Fuckin’ weed and booze, he’s on his fuckin’ ass Karen! Fuckin’ idiot!”

“Fuck you! How was I supposed to know he drinks and smokes like a little bitch now?” the blonde girl huffs loudly as she turns back to the drunk man in front of them, barely intelligible as he slams his hands down on the bar again, demanding to be served another drink. “Lip, seriously, we need to fuckin’ go-”

“Get the fuck off me, I’m married.”

The bar owner emerges from the back again, his cellphone in hand, a scowl on his face. “Aye, Gallagher, she’s takin’ too long, he’s scaring the real customers, get him outta here before I gotta call the cops.”

Ian groans, running his hand down his face, “Yeah, good luck cleanin’ up all the coke you’ve got on these tables before they get here. Fuck off, your place is a dive, Billy.” Turning back to his brother, the redhead, tugs his arm, making the shorter brother stumble but ultimately not moving him at all. “Lip, come the fuck on man.”

“Just fuckin’ leave me alone. Not listenin’ fuckin’ idiot-” he slurs, shoving Ian a little before grabbing a half drunk beer from the bar and downing it.

“God-fuckin’-damnit-” Ian growls snatching the already empty bottles. His brown eyes catch on something over at the door and his tense stance settles. “Thank god.” he mumbles under his breath.

Karen’s eyes follow his over to a woman who looks just like the one Lip had shown her earlier, a tense, concerned look on her pretty face. Her cheeks dimple as her lips turn down into a frown upon spotting the spectacle in front of her. Her hair is tied up into a clean bun, her body covered with a matching sweat suit. Her eyes look exhausted. So that’s the wife?

“Phillip-”

“Bunny, you’re here, come drink with me, baby.” The blond offers her a crooked, drunk smile that has the same knee weakening effect on both women. His muscled arm shoots out, wrapping around the girl’s waist and tugging her to him, all but dragging her into his lap.

“No, Phillip, it’s time to go home. Let’s get you up.”

Big blue eyes roll closed, his forehead falling forward, uncoordinatedly thunking against the woman’s forehead. She doesn’t flinch, just keeping her tired, sad eyes on him as he inhales deeply, breathing her in. “We gonna go home together?”

It’s the softest voice Karen has ever heard the eldest Gallagher son use. He’d spoken to her softly before. They’d been best friends, lovers. He was always scared of her leaving…rightfully so. But this, it was like he was scared that she was going to break if he rose his voice too much. It was like he was whispering a secret that’s just for them and everyone else in the room is intruding. Karen hadn’t ever seen anything like it. She likes this for him.

The girl was ordering water, grabbing a straw from over the bar and guiding it to Lip’s mouth as he stayed close, rubbing his hands along her hips and mumbling about missing her between gulps. She hadn’t even looked at Karen, her eyes had locked on Lip since arriving. “Um, I’m Karen by the way.”

Big brown eyes finally take her in. There’s no disdain behind them. No hate. She doesn’t look at her like every other girl who’s ever loved Lip has looked at Karen. She just offers a tired look. Glossed lips parting briefly, snapping shut again when she feels the Lip’s head droop forward onto her shoulder, quick hands shooting up to cup the back of his curls. “I’m Charlotte. I’ve got to get him home, are you okay?”

“I’m..I’m sorry?”

Charlotte bites her lower lip in determination as she pats his cheek, getting him to stir awake again. Her eyes never return to acknowledge Karen. “Up, Bubba, up. Are you okay to get home? I…need to take him home, are you okay?”

Oh. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay, Ian, can you please help him, help him stand?” Karen watches as this woman, Charlotte helps hoist Lip’s weight onto Ian, the redhead slinging his brother’s arm over his shoulder, nodding at Karen as they make their way out of the bar with her…ex? Best friend?

She can’t help but compare herself to the girl. She knew that they were both pretty, generally attractive in different ways. Both short. Big eyes. Round faces. Their difference physically was glaringly obvious, but that wasn’t what mattered. It was in the eyes. Everything is in the eyes. Not the color, but the looks.

When the evening started to turn sour, Karen had been fucking annoyed. She hates babysitting. Hates having to take care of people. That’s why she’s always loved being around Lip in one way or another. That’s why they’d been such good friends. He was the caretaker. He takes care of people. His family, neighborhood kids, her. He doesn’t ask for anything for himself aside from the occasional blowie, and it was mostly a joke.

Until he asked for more. Until he asked for love, attention and care and a partner. Things that Karen had no interest in. Things that crazy bitch Mandy wasn’t able to give him. He needed too much. He went from something easy to do, someone easy to be around to being this person who needs things.

It was hard, too hard. Being with Lip is exactly the daunting task people think it would be. But Charlotte, his wife, she’s doing it. She looks exhausted, pissed off, and just caught her husband hanging out with his ex. But she came. She managed to unclench her jaw and offer him a soft look and kind voice.

Karen had been poison to him. She knows that. She was bad for him, and to be honest, she’d thought that even with the time had passed he wouldn’t have been strong enough to get her out of his system. But, she should have known better than to underestimate Lip Gallagher. He found something good. Someone for him.

Good for him.

“I know you’re mad at’me.”

“Shut up, man, you’re just gonna make stuff worse.”

“M’talkin to my wife, motherfucker, you shut up.” Lip slurs as Ian all but drags him down the street. “Sweetheart-”

“Phillip, please.” Charlotte begs, voice cracking as she refuses to turn around and face him. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her own form, walking several paces ahead of the Gallagher brothers up the dark road. “Please.”

It had been going on since they started walking. He keeps trying to talk to her. He keeps calling her all of these sweet names and they fucking hurt. They hurt like him telling her that they could get their marriage annulled. They hurt like him telling her to go with her parents. They fucking hurt like him let her sit on his front porch crying and begging just to see him as he sat on the other side of the door. And now, she understands that he’s drunk or high or whatever, but she needs him to stop talking.

Her plea is answered with the silence she asked for. Shocked that he actually went silent, Charlotte whips around to see if he’d fallen asleep, but is met with big blue eyes with dilated pupils, brows softened as he meets her shaky gaze.

The woman turns around so he can’t see her chin tremble as she leads the group onto the streets. Another voice breaks the silence, over the sound of three sets of footsteps, only one set steady, the other two, sloppy and wavering. “Lottie, what do you wanna do?”

She knows what he’s asking. They’re rounding their homes. Where should he put him? Is she going to stay with him? And she immediately feels shame wash over herself. She knows the answers to all of those questions. She should be embarrassed. This man has treated her like shit over the last 24 hours. She hates how he made her feel about herself. She didn’t understand how he could be both the man who strolled past her as if he didn’t know her this morning and the one who was just looking at her the way he did.

But she’s weak, and he’s everything.

And she’s already shifting his weight from his brother's arms into hers, stumbling a little under it as she guides him toward her cousin’s house.

“Charlotte.”

“It’s okay.” she breathes. “I’ve got him.”

And she struggles getting him to the door. He tries to help, she can tell. But he’s too fucked up, his motor skills are lacking and only set back any progress she makes. She grips the railing with her spare hand as she helps him up the last step. She tells him to watch his step as she leads him through the doorway, eyes locking V’s as the wooden floors creak under his steps. She ignores the disappointed look on her cousin’s face as she guides her husband to her room. Their room.

But as she pulls the shoes from his feet and helps him into bed, she’s confident in one thing. Charlotte knows she loves this man. It doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks the breaking point should be, or who they envision her with. She wants him. And she was going to keep acting like it.

Charlotte feels a tightness around her waist as she wakes up in the chair she’d dragged into the bedroom once she’d gotten Phillip settled. Her eyes are already watering as they peel open, burning from tears and exhaustion.

“I fucked up, Bunny.”

“Yeah,” Charlotte sighs, sniffling a little and letting her head drop back against the wall. “How bad?”

“I fuckin’ hurt you-” his voice is muffled against her stomach, his arms tightening around her, fingers squeeing and releasing the fabric of her shirt.

“Yes.”

“I hate that. M’just fucked up, y’know? But m’sorry, baby, m’sorry.”

Charlotte is annoyed by the sob that leaves her body involuntarily, causing him to pull her even closer to him, her butt almost hanging off of the chair. She’s even more annoyed that she’s wondering if his knees hurt from kneeling on the floor in front of her. She shouldn’t care. “You left me outs-side alone.”

“I know, baby, I know.” she feels a wet spot forming on her shirt and tries to stop her lower lip from shaking. “Fuckin’ supposed to be taking care of you. I’m a shitty husband, you deserve better. And I’m trying to be that, I swear, Charlotte I fuckin’ swear. I…I’m gettin’ to keep my job, and m’gonna save more, gonna get us some more money, just gimme a little more time, sweetheart. I know this fuckin’ sucks, but I’m gonna do better-”

“You’re hurting me.” Charlotte mumbles, staring up at the ceiling, letting the tears freely fall down her cheeks.

Suddenly his arms are gone from her waist and he’s staring up at her, frantically running his hands through his curls. “M’sorry, I was holding you too tight-”

“Have I done anything to make you believe I won’t wait? Have I cheated on you? Made you feel bad about not having a house for us? Buying a car right now? Anything? What did I do to deserve you telling me you didn’t want to be with me anymore? Stop hurting me!” She finishes with a stomp, feeling childish. Lip is quiet as he listens to her, his hand running along her thigh in soothing strokes.

“You’re perfect. You didn’t do anything, Charlotte. That’s why I was fuckin’ tryin’ to do the right thing.” Lip huffs, clenching his jaw anxiously. “I was tryin’ to give you up. Because there’s somethin’ wrong with me Charlotte. I can’t get out of my head. Everyday I wake up and hear how too fuckin’ good for me on loop in my head, and then people remind me, and I can say fuck ‘em, they’re not you, I don’t care what they think, but then your parents came-”

“Fuck them too.”

“No,” Lip pushes up off the floor and paces in the room. “Not fuck them, because yes, they’re fuckin’ assholes, but they made you, and you’re fuckin’ everything, so they are pretty much the authority on what’s good shit and what isn’t. I don’t deserve you, they know it, I know it, for some fuckin’ reason, you don’t know it, so let me make this clear for you, Bunny. This shit shouldn’t be so hard. I’m hurting you. That’s not what being in love with you feels like for me. My love for you isn’t good enough, because it’s making you suffer. Being in love with you gives me a fuckin’ reason to breathe. So I was trying to be fuckin’ good. And let you go.”

Charlotte watches as he finishes, standing in front of her. Blue eyes bloodshot. The veins in his neck popping out, his chest rising and falling with effort. He looks so serious. And all she can do is laugh. Literally, put her head in her hands and laugh.

“Um…what the fuck?” he asks incredulously, watching her shoulders shake with her laughter.

“You’re such an asshole, Phillip.” she giggles, wiping her wet cheeks, gasping in an attempt to stop her own laughter.

“I’m really not fuckin’ gettin’ the joke here.”

Charlotte shakes her head, crossing her legs as she sits up fully in the chair, trying not to break at the confusion on his face. “Don’t you think it’s a little too late for you to decide that you want to save me the trouble of being in love with you? You pursued me, you asked me to marry you, you made me love you and it's too late. I’m stuck. You leave, I’m still hurt. You stay, you can choose to man up, make good on your promises, stop feeling sorry for yourself and be a good husband. You want to stop hurting me, then stop hurting me. Stop talking about me deserving better and be better.”

The couple stares at each other from across the room, nothing but white noise from the house fills the air as Charlotte’s challenge hangs between them. A few beats pass before Lip begins slightly nodding his head, the same focused face he keeps when he’s working on a project from work, or doing people’s taxes for extra money. Lip smooths his hand over his jaw, clearing his throat. “Okay. I’ll be better.”

“Okay.”

“Can I…uh, hold on a second.” The blond murmurs, crossing the floor and places his hand on her jaw, dragging her up into a deep kiss, absolutely breathing her in as he nearly pushes her chair back with the force he pushes against her. He breaks away only lightly, his lips against hers, as he speaks. “I love you. I’ll be better.”

“I love you too.” she smiles. “And I know.”

This is good…this is better. I’ll deal with the rest later.

#lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher x oc #veronica fisher #shameless #gallagher #better #charlotte fisher #lip gallagher x you #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey

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probablyin-bed · 6 months

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Sweet as Candy

Happy Halloween!!! Here's a little blurb inspired by a conversation I had with my friends.

cw: none really!! some halloween domesticity w eddie. Maybe some suggestive stuff.

18+ pls!!! MDNI

I do not consent to any of my work being reposted or claimed as someone else’s.

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"Eddie! You're not even trying to make the candy last!" You scolded as you watch him give another fistful of candy to a trick or treater. Ever a generous man.

"Babe, she was cute. She deserved way more than two pieces for that princess leia costume, " You tilt your head so you can see the little girl walking away, showing off all the candy she just got to her parents. She was pretty cute, she wore the long white dress and had her hair styled into the signature leia buns.

"Besides we should be getting way more than 5 bags of candy, I refuse to be a 2 piece household." Eddie had been very adamant about this since the first group of kids showed. But, It was only two hours later and you were just about to finish off the fourth bag.

"5 bags should've lasted us way longer than two hours baby. S'all i'm saying."

"7 bag minimum next year. The kids will know to come back to this house because of how much candy they get. Just watch."

"Yeah, but maybe if you didn't use both hands to scoop the candy maybe 5 would be enough."

"These hands are doing the lords work in the eyes of those kids, sweetheart." He holds up his hands as if to show you proof, never losing his dramatic flair after all these years.

"M'thinking your hands are too big." You tease with a slight shake in your head. As you turn away from him to get the last jumbo-sized bag of candy, you don't catch that famous glint in your husband's eye.

He shuts the front door to your newly purchased home and creeps up behind you. You're oblivious to his scheming until you feel those big hands grab your sides and pull you into his chest.

"You mean these hands?" His voice dropping into that low tone he knows will turn your legs to jelly. His hold on you never falters as his hands roam up and down your sides, along your hips and around to your tummy. Your head falls back to his shoulder and your eyes flutter shut.

"Yeah. Those hands." The words come out of you light and airy. The attention making your brain get all fuzzy, you can't help but to melt into his touch. His lips find that spot on your neck and he leaves a few loaded kisses as he hums in acknowledgment. You get lost in the moment and forget where you are, what you're doing. It's all just Eddie Eddie Eddie.

You wish you could stay this way forever, blind to the world around you. Just him and you, happy and at peace in each others hold. The bliss doesn't last nearly long enough before the assault on your doorbell fills the quiet.

You can't help but let out a small whine. You want to stomp your feet and throw a fit until he just takes you to bed but you know he's been looking forward to handing out candy to the local kids. It was one of the first things he said when you moved in. You couldn't be selfish and ask him to call it quits for the night.

Eddie hesitates though, his grip loosened and head turned in the direction of the door where all the kids are waiting. You expected him to leave you high and dry, but you could never hold that against him. He pulls you back into him one last time to whisper into your ear. You have try to hold in your laughter when you feel his warm breath on your neck and the physical affect your little moment you just shared had on him.

"Baby."

"Yes Eddie?"

"Do you think we can just put the rest of the candy in a bowl and call it a night?"

"Please."

"I'll be right back."

With a smack of a kiss to your cheek, he's off to find that damn bowl.

🎃

ty for reading :)))

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #st4 #eddie munson fluff #probablyin bed #sweet as candy #happy halloween #but fr 2 pieces is not enough candy #fistfulls only

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allkordelia · 9 months

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The Funeral Pt. 1

The wave of Gullet crash into the rocks that surrounded Driftmark, the sky was covered by grey clouds. The wind blew subtly as house targaryen and house velaryon stood outside listening to lord vaemond speak, everyone wore black and grim looks.

Today was Laena Velaryon's funeral. The only thing left of her was her char burnt body that was hidden by the driftwood sarcophagus that was made by corlys, only a few knew what really happen to laena while others speculated, but rhaelle knew so did daemon and their two children, maekar and alys, as well as jaenara.

It was hard for the three children to sleep, every time they close their eyes all they could see is vhagar fiery breathe and hear rhaelle cries for her baby sister. Noneof the witnesses had a decent night of sleep, and it showed on their faces especially rhaelle.

She had bags under eyes and hollow cheek, she barely eat when it was time to daemon dismay and when he have to tell her to she ignore him and move her food around her plate with her fork, and when night came she would sleep for bit before waking up in cold sweats and leave to the garden where laena and her girls like to spend their free time. Sometime she would go under the tree that laena who be with gaela and gaemon reading them a tale, and curl up in the spot next to where laena would usually sit and cry herself back to sleep.

Her late night trip would result in a argument with her better half, as daemon worried for her health rhaelle tried to handle the unexpected death of her little sister. She and laena never grew up together, rhaelle was sent off to marry otto before her sister could understand why her big sister wasnt leavijg with them anymore, rhaelle always felt like a stranger to her sister but laena never did. Laena saw Rhaelle as her big sister that she never got a chance to be raised with because of their father, but they made up for lost time when she decided to live with daemon and rhaelle.

Rhaelle found out so much interesting things that she never knew about her sister, like laena favorite flower was gillyflower or how she hated the taste of squash. Or how she would wiggle her nose when she was anxious or sad or the fact she always wish to sail the world like their father did when he was young.

So much she found out about laena in the course of a few years, and just like that she was gone, rhaelle didn't expect it or prepare for it. She never thought about the stranger taking her sweet sister, rhaelle always imagine she die first so she didn't have to watch the people she love fade away. There was times when she was laying under the tress that she wish the stranger would trade her soul for laena's own, her sister didn't deserve to die so young, laena deserved to live her life and explore before being trap in a palace with a husband like daemon and surrounded by children.

Rhaelle felt like she failed her sister in many ways than one.

As both house stand in silence near the cliffs of High Tide, rhaelle glance around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces that should to pay their respects for her sister. Her children was gathered around her while daemon stood off to the side away from his wife and children, gaela was in front of rhaelle with her mother's right arm around her shoulder with her cane in hand while rhaelle's other arm was holding gaemon to her side. Alys lean against her older brother, Aemon, while holding Alyssa's hand, Maekar was next to Alyssa with his arm around Baelon's shoulder while the young boy focus more of the water than anything else.

Valaena and Aeron was there with their sons and adrielle aa they stand behind their mother, Corywn was inside in his chamber looking out of the window of High Tide, corywn's sons were with their cousins next to Valaena. Baelor was there as well with Marra and his wife beside his mother and gaela, baelor had his head on top of his wife's head as he tries to keep in the tears.

Baela was next to her grandmother with her head on rhaenys's shoulder, while Rhaena was being held by Corlys. Laenor was standing with his daughter with both arms around her holding her to him as he shed tears for his older sister, rhaenyra stare at laenor and jaenara with a hint of anger as she stood holding her two boys close to her. She glance away from her husband and jaenara to look across from her to daemon who stood alone with his hands clasp together in front of him, he flicker his eyes up to look back at rhaenyra who cast her eyes away as her heartbeat fast in her chest.

"...Salt course through Velaryon blood. Our runs thick. Our runs true..." Rhaelle glance away from her sister's coffin to her uncle to see him staring down rhaenyra and her children making her wrinkle her nose, before rhaelle could snarl at her intolerable uncle, her heart clench when she heard daemon.

Aeron look over at Daemon with a sneer as well as Baelor, the children furrow their brows in confusion or anger as they look at their father before they look away back to their great uncle.

Daemon had his bent as he giggle at the audacity of vaemond, he lift his head up again with a hint of a smile, he glance at rhaenyra before he look over at his wife and children. His smile fade when he caught rhaelle's wet eyes, she sniff and look away from him to look back at her uncle with a glare.

"...And ours must never thin–" Vaemond says.

"Dīnagon va, kepus." Rhaelle hiss making the older man look at her for a moment taken back before he bow his head and let out a apology. Move on, uncle.

"...To the sea we belong, and to the sea we return..." Rhaelle bite the inside of her bottom lip as she turns to her sister's coffin.

"Kostagon ziry emagon nykeā ȳgha voyage." Vaenond said in high valyrian, rhaelle pull her arms from her children and step forward making laenor do the same. May she have a safe voyage.

Rhaelle held her brother's arm as they step close to the coffin, she let go as they go on either side to look at the carve face of their sister. She bends down to kiss the head before pressing her forehead against the wood, she whisper a prayer before leaning up straight to watch her brother to the same thing. Rhaelle and Laenor step back holding onto each other as they watch with blurry eyes as their sister get push into the sea to be with her ancestors. Laenor turns his back to the scene as he hugs rhaelle burying his face in his sister's shoulder crying, rhaelle hold her brother tight as the loud splash of water indicates laena's departure.

Rhaelle stood in the corner looking out at the sea as the guests give out condolences, she turn her eyes down to the stone balustrade before glance to the right of her to see daemon further down leaning his hip against the balustrade as he watch her subtly. She drag her eyes away from him and back at the deep blue sea, while rhaelle was wallowing in despair, her brother was off somewhere grieving alone. As she leans forward she rest her chin on the palm of her hand as her elbow rest on the stone balustrade, she heard whispers making her turn her head slightly to hear jace and rhaenyra talk.

"...we should be at Harrenhal paying our respect to lord strong and ser harwin–"

"Jace. Enough." Rhaenyra says as she flicker eyes around to make sure no one heard him, she caught rhaelle's empty stare making jacerys follow his mother's gaze to see his aunt.

A sudden anger and resentment spir in her stomach making her scowl the two before turning away to push herself off the railing and limp away with her cane snapping against the stone floors, daemon move away as well following after his wife as she heads towards the table and grab a cup.

"What are you doing?" He ask standing next to her, rhaelle didn't pay no mind to him as she stare at the red liquid that's giving off strong fragrance she tried so hard for years not to touch.

"What do you think I'm about to do." She said monotone as she swirl the liquid in the cup.

"Don't do it, rhaelle." He said as he watch her smell the wine.

"Why not? I think I deserve a little taste of oblivion just for one night."

"You work so hard to stay clearheaded all these years, don't throw it away, laena wouldn't want you–" A low bitter chuckle pass through rhaelle's lips before she finally look at daemon.

"Really? My sister have barely been down there, and you already using her to guilt me. It's one drink." She says.

"That will turn into two then three then four then your pass out somewhere chocking on your own vomit." A flicker cross between rhaelle's eyes.

"You would like that wouldn't you." Daemon look taken back by her words, "I bet you have a good laugh at my funeral as well, huh." Her words cut deep making daemon bow his head in contempt.

"You know I didn't mean anything by it, you heard what he said, I was just trying–" Rhaelle hit his chest making him look at him.

"I don't care what you were trying to do, your fucking daughters just lost their mother and rather than standing by their side and comforting them, you thought giggling right in the middle of it was a good fucking idea." He glare at rhaelle at her tone.

"It was your uncle who started it going on about true blood and whatnot."

"They are words, daemon. Those words mean nothing to their ears–"

"So, I should have just allow him to shame rhaenyra and her sons."

"Did you not think for a second I would have stop it," Rhaelle's words brought silence between daemon and her, he stare at her searching her eyes before glancing away, making her scoff, "So focus on her that you forgot I was there, that I have been defending her and her children for years. Just because I been a bit depress you thought I was going to allow that fool to make this about legitimacy rather than my sister." Daemon was quiet making rhaelle slam her cup down with a look of disbelief.

"Your unbelievable, daemon."

"I'm sorry–" she put her hand up.

"Don't, I can't." Daemon gave rhaelle a pleading look before reaching for her hand only for her to slap it away, "I need space. Watch the children and make sure they get to bed. I will come back to tuck them in." She said making daemon frown before he watch as she limp away to go back to the castle.

Rhaenyra watch from her spot near the other table as rhaenyra and daemon got in an argument, she watch as rhaelle limp away before she turn her eyes to her uncle who was watching with a dejected look.

Daemon felt someone watching him making him glance around at the guests before his eyes landed on his neice, he stare at her as she stare at him, before he could step forward to go to her gaela walk up to him.

"Papa, I'm hungry." Daemon kept his eyes on rhaenyra as she look away from him.

"Go find your brothers." He said.

"But, aemon is busy with baela and rhaena, and maekar..." Daemon let out a agitated sigh before he look down at the little girl, his bastard, his mistake and rhaelle's child.

He never understood why rhaelle wanted to keep her, daemon was fine with shipping her off to the silent sisters or whoever. Gaela was one of daemon's biggest mistakes, she was the fissure that made rhaelle regain her distrust in daemon.

"Then go ask your sisters, I can see you list off every damn flower in the garden but you can't think to ask your other siblings for help." Gaela step back with a bow head at hed father's harsh words, "You must learn to do things by yourself, your brothers and sister nor I and rhaelle will always be there to help you."

"I'm sorry, father." Gaela mumble making daemon huff as he turn his nose down at the little girl.

"You know how i hate when you mumble, speak up."

"Daemon." Rhaenys hiss, daemon look away from the girl in front of him to his mother in law, rhaenys been watching him the entire funeral after that giggle he made, she could see from where she stood with her grandchildren that daemon was belittling the little girl.

"Princess." Daemon acknowledged grimly, rhaenys look at daemon with distaste before turning her soft look to her granddaughter.

"Gaela. Alys is looking for you, why don't you go and keep her some company." Gaela swallow before glancing at her father wore a empty look as he stare at rhaenys, a rumble in her stomach made her look back at her grandmother.

"Okay, but can we...get food first." She ask timidly making daemon roll his eyes and rhaenys smile at her.

"Of course, my dear. Come along." Rhaenys held her hand out for thr little girl to take, gaela gave a small smile to her grandmother and grab her hand.

Rhaenys didn't spare her son in law a word or a look before she walk away with her grandchild, daemon watch them with a empty heart before he look for rhaenyra again to find her talking to Valaena. He'll wait for them to stop talking before going over but for now he went back to his spot by the balustrade to be alone, it didn't take long after for viserys to go over to his brother and talk.

As daemon was busy, his children were all huddle together with their cousins in silence as they watch their parents and adults socialize. Aemon had gaemon in his lap as he sat next to baela, baelon sat next to rhaena with her holding his hand while her head laid on his shoulder. Alyssa was standing next to Maekar as he had his back to the party and look out at the water in deep thought, Alys was on the ground with adrielle and daeron keeping helaena company as she mutter to herself and plays with a spider.

Aegor, Balaegor, and Vesemir are valaena and aeron' sons, the two oldest, aegor and balaegor were talking with corwyn's sons, Ronas and Romarn while Balaegor was holding on to Vesemir's hand as they stand near their cousins, Aegon and Aemond. Aegon was two cups in swaying a bit as he looks at adrielle as she talks to helaena, aemond notice his brother drunken state and decided to walk away from him to stand near the fire pit with his nephews and neice.

He stand close to his neice before looking at her to see jaenara looking in the fire with a empty look and misty eyes, aemond move his hand to brush against jaenara's hand making her hand flinch slightly and make her look to her uncle. He gave her look making her look away and back at the fire pit, aemond cast his eyes down crestfallen before he felt jaenara's hand grab his own. He look at her as she continue to stare at the fire, a small curve of his lip make him go back looking at the pit before stepping close before squeezing her hand.

Valaena walk up to them catching their attention, she stand their with a handkerchief in hand, her messy white hair was in a bun away from her face showing off her tear streak cheeks and red eyes.

"Hello, children. The sun is going down, you should all head up to bed now." She says.

"Where is mother, sister." Aemon ask.

"Mother is taking care of laenor, so I will need you and Aegor to put your siblings to bed." Aegor step forward making valaena put her hand on his shoulder.

"Where are you going, mother?" Valaena sniff moving her handkerchief to dab her eyes.

"I must attend to your uncle corywn, he is...unwell and needs me and your father." Ronas and Romarn share the same look as they look at each other before looking back at their aunt.

"Okay, sister." Aemon says making valaena give them a watery smile before leaving.

Gaemon move off aemon's lap making the older boy stand up with his sisters following along, Alyssa nudge Maekor's arm pulling him out of his thoughts and look at her before he look at the others getting up or moving from their spots. He watch Alyssa leave only to stop when she saw gaela and their grandmother, they shared a few words before Alyssa grab her sister other hand and wall with her inside.

Maekar stayed outside along with aemond, jacerys, lucerys, aegon, baelon, ronas, and romarn. He wasn't tired, well he didn't want to sleep more like wouldn't be able too. He turn his eyes to glance around the guests to try to find his father, when he did he saw him leave down the stairs, probably to find mother, maekar turn his eyes away from where his father went to rhaenyra who came to tell her sons to go to their chambers. Maekar turn back around to look out at the sea toning their voices out, and focusing on the waves that crash against the rocks of the castle.

"...we should go."

"...do you think anybody there."

"....definitely not but we should wait until it's nightfall."

"...fuck that we should go now before our parents get back."

Maekar turn to see his brother trying to convince their cousins to leave, maekar pull away from the balustrade to wall up behind his young cousin, Romarn.

"What are you talking about." Romarn along with his brother flinch at maekar sudden appearances making the boys look at him.

"We're going to go flying." Baelon said, "You wanna come? We gonna need a look out." Baelon wiggle his brows with a smirk making maekar just stare at him

"You should be in bed. All of you should." He said making baelon roll his eyes.

"We go to bed when we finish flying, so are you coming or what, because my dragon isn't big enough to fit aemond." Aemond glare at Baelon, making Maekar think about it for a minute, he didn't want to be the only one awake and flying did soothe him.

"Fine, but only for an hour." Baelon smirk while ronas and romarn smile along with aemond.

Maekar look around before motioning for them to follow him, they went to the stairs were his father left not too long ago before they stop. A man with a beard and pin on his chest drag aegon up the steps, the boys move aside as the older man didn't pay no mind to them as he drags aegon away. They continue on down the steps to the sandy ground, and headed to where their dragon's slept.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @avidreader73 @green-lxght @spderm4nnnn @supermassiveblackhope @watercolorskyy @stargaryenx

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lorcandidlucienwill · 28 days

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Hi, this is a lot of the stuff I have (completely) created; probably not all of it and I don't feel like searching through to find all of it but I'm trying to be organized be proud of me everyone. I suck at naming shit so I'm just writing the main ship and a general description of what it's about (click on ship name and there's a link attached).

Throne of Glass Elorcan --> Elide brings home a cat, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide gets reading lessons, oneshot Elorcan --> Elide learns to fight, oneshot Lorcan's Backstory (NO ROMANCE) --> his life before the TOG events The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes/The Hunger Games Snowbaird --> What if Lucy hadn't run away into the forest? Coriolanus Snow x OC --> OC goes back in time to try and prevent the second war by ending the hunger games decades earlier. Snowbaird --> Faerie AU, Lucy returns from the forest a decade after she ran away, one shot Coriolanus Snow --> Murderous Coriolanus, post-Tbosas, canon compliant (Part 1) (Part 2) A Court of Thorns and Roses Completed Fics: Tamsand --> What if Tamlin had shapeshifted to take Feyre's place in the bargain in ACOMAF? Neris, Elucien, Feyre x OC --> Has ships but is mainly just Nesta destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Neris, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Lucien wrecking havoc and destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin/Tarquin, Elucien --> Has ships but is mainly just Tamlin destroying the Inner Circle because I find this amusing Tamlin's Life Story (some angsty Feylin, tragic doomed Tamcien) --> basically I wrote Tamlin into a Greek tragedy. Canon compliant...mostly. Lady of Spring (NO ROMANCE) --> What if Tamlin's mother had left her husband? Exploration of a rejected mating bond. Neris --> After her terrible experience with mating bonds, Nesta is determined to stop her sister's wedding to her mate, Lucien Vanserra. Unfortunately for her, Lucien's brother Eris is equally determined to ensure the wedding happens. Eltamcien --> Super angsty, horny, gorey shit. I will probably never write anything remotely like it again but it's good...if you can handle it. Feytamsand --> What if when Rhys sacrificed his life for the Cauldron, he lost his High Lord powers? (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) One-shot/two-shots:

Elucien --> Lucien meets Elain when she's still human Lucien x Nesta (NOT ROMANTIC), Neris --> Lucien befriends Nesta and introduces Emerie to his mechanic friend Nuan Lucien and Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC) --> Just Lucien and Gwyn being chaotic and pranking the bats because that's what they deserve That Calanmai scene --> Lucien's POV of his trauma with Ianthe Uncle Eris and Auntie Gwyn (NOT ROMANTIC): Gwyn and Eris babysitting Nyx, two-shot (Part 1) (Part 2) Baby bro Lucien and Big bro Eris --> exactly what it sounds like Elucien --> Elain speaks to Lucien about his scars Elucien --> Elain and Lucien discuss Ianthe Elain and Nesta (sisterly bonding) --> Elain is finally fed up with the Inner Circle. Nessian --> Post Hybern's death, Nesta fulfills a vow she made long ago. Azris --> When Eris caught Azriel snooping (link) When Azriel choked Eris HL meeting (link)

Tamlin Week Submissions: (link)

Nesta Week Submissions: (link)

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britcision · 3 months

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My brain keeps giving me the dumbest half-baked Mithrun thoughts and I’m fucking loving it he’s so self contained

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Brain: wait the Canaries’ whole thing is that they’re each super specialized in their field of magic Solely For Dungeon and Mithrun is the teleportation specialist, why did they fly-

Me: his fucking sense of direction. He’d kill them both and can’t be trusted. Now QUICK, who the fuck made them the scroll?

Mithrun’s got a homework duty of making matching scroll sets on his downtime

They’re standard Canary gear - Mithrun just doesn’t carry his squad’s because he doesn’t care

They had to go tell another squad they lost their fucking captain please can we borrow your teleporter

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Brain: man when you think about it “I wish I hadn’t joined the Canaries” is an incredibly basic wish compared to Thistle’s whole mess

Me: This is probably why the demon decided he was a weak ass bitch and spat him out unfinished when it couldn’t gather enough power from him to go critical

(And was murdered by Milsiril and co, wonder what they were doing for 5 years while Mithrun was the dungeon lord. Hopefully they left and came back with reinforcements… they were the same squad)

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For bonus points: Mithrun’s family is known for silver hair and eyes, which his older brother lacks.

Mithrun is definitively his mother’s child, and has those traits. He’s the bastard, so he could not have gotten them from his brother’s father.

3 options in ascending order of unhingedness:

1) it’s the mother’s side that are known for the silver hair and eyes. Unlikely, unless the father carried his older brother since assuming infidelity means it must be the sire in question, not the parent who carried the baby.

It’s harder to fake who a baby came out of, he’d be “swapped at birth”, not a bastard

2) Mithrun’s mother cheated with a member of her husband’s family (known for their hair and eyes). More likely, best option, the normal one.

3) both sides of the family are known for silver hair and eyes. Charitably, this is a fun coincidence. Uncharitably, they’re European royalty (prone to marrying cousins)

Statistically speaking 2 is probably the one but there’s mileage to get real fucked up and frankly, precedent among nobility for 3

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Also, Fleki likes to do drugs and use her magic in her off hours and the convicts can’t use magic without their warden’s permission

(wording unspecific but the direct quote until I get the official translation is “the convicts are unable to use magic without permission from their warden”, singular - each warden gets two specific convicts, which would imply that only that warden can give them permission

It’s not unreasonable to assume their captain or other wardens on the same team could give them permission if their warden dies, so that’s my head canon but it cannot be supported definitively by the text)

The point being:

Fleki’s texting someone for permission to go flying after she gets high and the boring version is Mithrun’s given her blanket permission to use her magic how she wants one time and it doesn’t need reupping

(Also possible that since familiar stuff isn’t specifically combat magic, she’s on a longer leash than Cithis or Lycion - but she can still fuck people up as needed)

The fun version is Fleki texting Pattadol at whatever hour she’s successfully acquired her shrooms and just bugging her until Pattadol gives in and tells her to go for it

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This is what my brain does at 3am instead of sleeping so like enjoy that

It’s possible my ADHD meds aren’t working as well as I thought tbh

#dunmeshi #dungeon meshi #mithrun #mithrun dungeon meshi #fleki #fleki dungeon meshi #spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #not like relevant ones but hey

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How do you put the pelt back on? What if the pelt has been cut and sewed into a clothing? Or made into a rug, a baby blanket or i dunno?

Because i imagine one day the old palace master showing off his expensive rare creature fur collection, cut to Shen jiu feeling one up (unknowingly, the butt) and PUFF becoming an otter.

Cue the pandemonium of whether Old Palace Master stole the pelt or where he might have purchased it, how, when, etc. Before the hunt for "illegal" fur-hunters begins.

(surprisingly, Yue Qingyuan is at the lead with Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe constantly tied at second place.)

If The Old Palace DUCKER stole it himself, well... He might not live long or wont be living as the palace master for long, depending on who gets to him first.

Or imagine if his bratty snot-nosed bitch princess had it instead?!

Xiao Gongzhu; and this is my precious spiritual beast baby otter pelt, my father had it taken for my mother as (a childhood blanket of sorts, or someshit else).

Multiple people; spiritual... Beast... Baby... Otter... Pelt? ─⁠=⁠≡⁠Σ(⁠ノ⁠ಠ⁠益⁠ಠ)⁠╯⁠︵ (instead of a table, its the old palace master)

...now you are giving me nightmares of an otter head on a human body. Or a human head on a otter body. A human with otter limbs. An otter with a human ass and dick. Any and all combos are possible.

I imagine MOST people wouldn't cut up the pelt into such small pieces - a nice large pelt is more valuable. But, to preserve my sanity, let's just say that cut up pelts lose their transformative and thus magical properties.

-o-o-o-

I love the idea of the Old Palace Master putting Shen Qingqiu on trial - this time without Luo Binghe helping because Luo Binghe is too busy feeling up his otter husband to pay any attention to the ongoings of the cultivation world; he's BUSY planning his wedding, okay?! - and Old Palace Master whips out all the accusations are "proof". And like, it's kind of chilly and the Old Palace Master prides himself on being a good host *cough so he can show off wealth* so he has his disciples brings out the lovely warm otter pelts for his guests observing the trial to keep themselves warm (even though people with high enough cultivation don't get cold that easily).

And Yue Qingyuan drapes the warm pelt he's been given onto Shen Jiu because that's an instinctive Big Brother Move... and that's that.

(Shen Jiu isn't a selkie; Liu Qingge and co. have merely convinced him that he is one, but he's not really one.)

INSTEAD what we have is Shang Qinghua in the background puffing up into an otter! Selkies who have lost their pelts (or have had it stolen) become Traumatized and that's Shang Qinghua's personality in a nutshell.

GASP illegal selkie pelts! But more importantly, how interesting that Huan Hua, who's now been proven to have destroyed the capabilities of one peak lord - it's no secret that Shang Qinghua's cultivation capabilities are shit and selkies without their pelts are unable to cultivate as they used to - and isn't it fishy that the Old Palace Master is now targeting a second peak lord...?

[More in #Shen Yuan is an otter AU]

#shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #bingqiu #svsss #svsss ideas #scumbag self saving system #scum villain self saving system #shen yuan #luo binghe #mxtx #bingyuan #Shen Yuan is an otter AU

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❌ Black Mail

WARNINGS: fem reader, nonconsensual, baby trapping, creampie, aggression, manhandling, oral, blackmail, Virgin, bi reader, canonverse, degradation, semi-breeding kink, light fluff

WORD COUNT: 7.7k

NOTE: This is my first fanfiction. I may rewrite this fic. I have never been much of a writer and am typically not really into fiction. (Aot is a rare one!) I have always been into royal history. And there are so many biographies dedicated to the sex lives of like Henry VIII and Julius Cesar, Catherine the Great, etc.

SYNOPSIS: (Y/N) is a sexually repressed noble Marlyean girl. Who struggles with the guilt of her sexual desires and prejudice beliefs. She takes up new interests out of boredom and desperation and gets more than she bargains for.

Her mother always told her she was too curious for her own good. She was always sticking her nose into others' business. (Y/N) couldn't help herself. Like many other women who grew up in the aristocracy, she was bored. Aristocratic parents had their daughters receive the same education as their sons. However (Y/N) knew she could not fully use her education to its full potential. (Y/N) family had intermarried within the Marleyan royalty for over three thousand years. as a result, she was gifted with a life full of excess and privilege. It made many things too easy for her in life. Too much excessive time on her hands. She had developed a different interest to subside her boredom.

(Y/N) loved history and research; she spent many days and late nights researching and reading the history of her people and nation. She aspired to be a researcher and historical professor; however, that dream would never transpire because of her sex and status. High-ranking women are destined to be a woman of great virtue from birth to death.

The first duty is to make a tremendously prestigious marriage. Secondly, manage a sizable luxurious estate.

And most importantly, to spend the rest of her birthing years having as many heirs as possible.

The thought of her future never interested her. Only her guilty pleasures kept her interest. She had another love, another guilty pleasure she dared not tell a soul. The nobility of Marley was an incredibly tight, neat circle.

Everyone knew everyone. (Y/N) loved hearing the gossip and scandals of the other ruling families. The most salacious rumor at the moment spreading around the court involved a prominent Marlyean Duke. It was alleged that he had a bastard child with every Eldian woman he hired at his estate. His wife was forced to bear the humiliation that came with each and every child. These types of relations frequently happen. Prominent Marleyan men took willing and sometimes unwilling house servants as mistresses, over half of them being Eldian. (Y/N) had hardly ever been around many Eldians. She knew many of the Marleyan noblemen had children outside of marriage. It was an open secret.

Most prim societies choose to turn a blind eye to such relations. However, there was unfortunate hypocrisy for Marleyan aristocratic women indulging in the same activity. (Y/N) had once heard a story about a great Lord's daughter having an adulterous affair with an Eldian man. She was engaged to an Earl at the time of this forbidden engagement. As a result, She later gave birth to an illegitimate daughter. The child had a slight eye infection when she was born, and the doctors did a complete health examination, including a blood work test. And the truth was discovered. The Lord's daughter, who received the most lenient punishment for those all involved, was sent to an asylum for shaming her family and husband. Her Eldian lover was tortured along with sentence to death. As for the baby, there are only rumors about what happened to her. Most likely killed as well or, if lucky, dropped at the gates of the Eldian internment zone. The Lord's family station throughout society suffered as well. Her father was shunned, and his other children lost excellent marriage prospects. The poor woman was seen as a whore nothing but damaged goods.

Not only did the Lord's daughter lose her virginity outside of wedlock, but an additional level of shame was placed on her for fornicating with an Eldian demon. Y/N) pitied the Lord's daughter. She was left to rot in an asylum. Many who went into asylums were never seen or spoken about again. Sexuality scared (Y/N). It could lead to a woman's ruin. But late at night, she could not help but try and please herself. She had never once made herself fully orgasm. She'd take her finger and do small laps around her hard clit. . She had somewhat learned how to please herself through romance novels. (Y/N) knew if she were caught reading such filth, she'd be punished. She couldn't help herself. She throbbed at the idea of being filled by a man. (Y/N) could only imitate with her fingers. She wanted so desperately to be touched in such forbidden ways. She was 20 and still unmarried. She was a high asset in the marriage market.

Her parents kept her unmarried to secure the best possible match for her. (Y/N) knew she would be sold to the highest bidder. What if she was forced to be engaged to a man 30 years her senior? It was a common occurrence. Giving her all to a man possibly edging on erectile dysfunction displeased her. Why should that matter, she thought. Sex was only meant for reproduction anything else is a sin. She did not know what her fate would be, but she did know she was tired of waiting. Was the Lord's daughter tired of waiting, too, (Y/N) wondered. The Lord's daughter was not the only woman in high society who had lusted after an Eldian man. Once at a ball (Y/N) had hidden in a closet to take advantage of their drunken state and over here all the scandalous things they would say.

The group of women had a reputation for being distasteful. (Y/N) had even heard that they practice witchcraft. She was so excited to hear about their mystically depraved lives, but she heard something different. Sex!

Each woman went around and announced a man they'd wished to bed. Some admitted they wanted to bed each other's fathers, brothers, and husbands. Every man the woman named was forbidden.

"I'd love to have mad passionate sex with Willy Tybur," one woman admitted

(Y/N) could not help but shudder in disgust Ew. That man looked like a snake!

"Oh, so you would have sex with an Eldian?" Another woman said, shocked. A third woman chimed in

"I absolutely would fuck Zeke Yeager."

Most of the women couldn't help but agree. Zeke Yeager, the beast titan ?? How could they be attracted to such an Eldian demon? She had never seen Zeke in human form but once witnessed his titan. It was nothing short of someone's worst nightmare, evil red eyes. Eyes like a devil ! she thought.

"I wonder how large his cock is"

"I think the strongest man in all of Marley has to have a large cock” a woman said as she slurred her words due to being drunk.

The women erupted in laughter. "He must get so much pussy”

"I actually heard he’s quite a prude and aloof."

"Oh, Boo!"

"I'd suck his cock any day."

Regardless of how much she thought these women's fantasies were hedonistic and vile! Her pussy could not help but throb. Since she was a teenager (Y/N had always felt constantly aroused. While growing up, she befriended maid girls around the same age as her. (Y/N) would convince the girls they had to "practice" with each other to prepare for intimate moments with their future husbands. She loved fondling the maid's girl's breast as she kissed their soft lips. (Y/N) had even convinced them to play with themselves in front of her. Unbeknownst to the girls (Y/N) would also be under the sheets playing with her wet cunt. (Y/N) adamantly had convinced herself this was all for her future husband. She liked to tell herself she was not enjoying this but practicing. She was a great lady of the house by offering to teach other girls. She wasn't compromising her virtue in any way. She'd only have her husband be the one to touch her in her sweet private parts. Soft whimpers, moans, and their sweet wet spilling pussies the way they kiss her neck while they circle her little nums.

She "constantly" reminded herself she was not into any of that. These girls were just helpful, and she was equally beneficial back. Using all she knew from her Romance novels about how to "practice," She had helped three maids throughout her teenage years. The Last one is an Eldian girl. (Y/N) was curious. The girl, adorable, will probably be a mistress to an aristocrat in no time. At first, when she heard that an Eldian had been hired at her parent's estate. She was naturally disgusted. How could they let such a wench be employed and in the same room as her? In all her 18 years, she had never encountered an Eldian person. Other than when she laid eyes on that beast, Zeke Yeager. She vowed to stay away from the girl. This girl may have been beautiful on the outside. She was probably just as evil as the rest of her people.

As time went along, (Y/N) boredom sprung up again. This girl was sweet and gentle. This Eldian girl's lips were just as tender as others. Her breasts felt just as soft, and her pussy worked in all the same ways. And when (Y/N) sucked on her nipples, her moans and whimpers sounded similar.

For the next two years (Y/N) had started to doubt what she had been taught about the Eldians. She later concluded that maybe it was just the men who were cruel, forcing their poor wives into submission. Marleyan men, too, could be so abusive to their wives. An Eldian man's treatment probably far outweighed the cruelty of that of any Marleyan. That made the most sense to (Y/N). But if that were true, how could the noblewoman sent to the asylum have such a passionate love affair with an Eldian man? Was she starved for affection? Did she become desperate enough to become lovers with an Eldian man? What had made Eldians and Marleyan such bitter enemies for centuries anyways?

She knew that her family, for over three millennia, had been enemies and rivals with the Fritz clan.

Her ancestors had written first-hand accounts of the Eldian royal family passed down through generations.

She wanted to know the truth! Were Eldian people devils? or was that all just lies?

(Y/N) spent her time deep in her ancestor's stored archives studying Eldian history and literature. They had such a vast, rich history. She never knew she could love history and research on people who were supposedly devils.

Eldian people were just people like anyone else, men, women, and children. (Y/N) concluded.

She chose to focus more of her studying on the Eldian monarchs. Their cruel kings had forced them into centuries of violence and terrorism against the world. They were the true devils!

The Fritz family had been oppressive, ruling all with an iron fist. They even tortured and subjected their own people. She learned they would take mistresses from all over the world, whether the women consented to it or not. These Kings were only allowed to take a mistress if he could fully provide for all her needs. Back then, Eldian society had thought a woman's orgasm was imperative for conception. These kings were cruel yet remarkable at pleasing a woman in all her needs.

(Y/N) was brought up believing that sex was for the man's pleasure only. Sex is basically considered a necessary evil to make heirs. Women were not meant to enjoy the intensity of sex but to lay back and do their duty for their country. (Y/N) jaw dropped when she realized the stark contrast in sexual relations.

In her mind, she thought of the Eldian kings as Hedons. She did not realize she was incredibly turned on. (Y/N) wanted to know more about these murderous, animalistic, lustful Eldian kings. She had to learn more!

The remaining accounts were, unfortunately, locked in a library in the Eldian internment zone. This Library had been closed to the public for over a hundred years. She wrestled with herself. She wanted so badly to go. The true danger would be in the Marleyan soldiers. She knew she'd have an easier time coming in than leaving. She decided then and that night to go to the Eldian internment zone (Y/N), snuck out, and took a late-night train. She looked out of the window, leaving the environment where she grew up. The train began moving faster, passing the most beautiful modern neoclassical architecture and mind-blowing Georgian landscapes.

As the train ride went on, the buildings became less and less stellar. It took over an hour to get across Libero. Till she finally reached the interment zone. The sky looked a bit cloudy. She noticed as she stepped out off the train. She looked over at the gates. Officers were guarding every corner of the entrance. It would be a scandal if she were to be caught going in. A High society Marleyan heiress conversing with the lowest of society. She had stolen her maid's armband and unique permission papers that granted her access to leave the internment zone. As she showed the soldiers her paperwork, she could not help but notice their faces of discontent. She was let in without a fuss. The weather betrayed her, and it started to rain.

After about an hour, she found the Library. There was a small window that (Y/N) snuggled into. It was dark and dusty. It looked as if many of these books had not been touched in decades. She passed multiple genres. Till she finally made it to the history section. (Y/N) found the area dedicated to Eldian Monarchs. She didn't know where to start. She glanced over hundreds of book titles until one caught her eye: Oral History: of The Sex Lives of the Eldian Kings. She pulled the book out of the shelf. It was covered in dust and cobwebs.

She started to open it when suddenly a large hand above her snatched the book out as soon as she opened the cover.

"These archives have been closed to the public for over 100 years, and trespassing is highly illegal and may even warrant a death sentence," A man's voice said from behind her.

(Y/N) turned around, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood in front of her. She was shocked; she couldn't even say a word. (Y/N) thought she was the only one here.

She didn't even hear this man come behind her. She noticed the man was wearing a tan Marlyean military uniform. Of course, a soldier, she thought, someone trained in espionage.

"Do you have special permission papers to be here? He glared down at her with only a foot space between them.

If so, I need you to show them to me before you proceed any further," He said with authority.

"Well, I," she trailed off, noticing his eldian armband.

It wasn't yellow like the others but red, so he must be a warrior, a titan shifter. She grabbed his arm for further inspection to confirm what she was seeing. She looked up at the man. He stared back at her with annoyance waiting for her to speak. She could not help but notice an oval face with high cheekbones and a square-shaped jaw. His mid-sized muscular frame. He had golden skin and hair. And his eyes were large & blue. He is exceptionally handsome. This must be him. This must be the beast titan. She expected to see a devil, but she could only see a beautiful, alluring man staring back at her. He had such a sweet mouth that she could not help but admire them. She was in disbelief. As a result, she reached up and placed her hand on his thick lips. He interrupted her deep thoughts.

"Can I have my arm back now?

She was still holding a tight grip on him.

Are you going to speak or just stare at me all day?" he said in a low, threatening tone.

The utter embarrassment had finally pushed her to speak.

"Yes, hello, I'm a university student, and I was just doing a little research here. I am sorry I did not seek your permission before looking through the Library," (Y/N) said with a very shaken voice.

He studied her face. "May I ask what you are doing here as well?" she asked.

"I'm a part of a particular unit in the military. I was granted special access to these archives to study ancient titan history to improve Marlyean warfare."

He had a moment of silence, gathering his thoughts.

"As far as I know, I am the only person who has been granted permission to be here. Let me see your papers. "He had his hand out.

She pulled out her previous Eldian maid's papers and handed them to him" He smirked.

"You really expect me to fall for this? Do you think I am an idiot?" he chuckled slightly."

"Give me proof of your real identity, or I'll be forced to turn you in to the authorities, or I'll have to personally punish you myself."

Frightened about what could happen, she took out her actual Identification. And handed it to him. He let out a burst of roaring laughter.

"A Marleyan trying to lie about their identity and break into the Eldian internment zone! Usually, it's the other way around! I should have known. You even had your armband upside down! I thought it was because you were crazy! "

He found her amusing and kept humoring himself with her presence. He bent down inches to her face.

"What is a little rich girl like you doing here in the interment zone? Trying to get up to trouble?"

God, she had been hoping her prominent family's name would get her spared for trespassing. She felt exposed and incredibly vulnerable in front of this large man.

"No No I am no troublemaker! Just a student.

Why was she so nervous (Y/N) thought.

I really want to be a researcher. A real one! Without any unbiased beliefs, I'm just here to find books about the relations between Eldia and Marley. I dedicated an immense amount of time and research to the history of Eldia. It’s been a true passion of mine for the past two years. I hate that I was lied to my whole life about Eldians”.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Did she just commit treason? Will he think she’s a revolutionary? Why can’t she control herself around him?

“And” Zeke said toneless

“ Ummm, judging by the red armband."

She stammered through her words.

" You're a titan shifter; you must be Zeke Yeager. I know the other warriors are very young, but I've read the beast titan is almost the same age as me, so you must be him Am I right?"

She said, rambling with anxiety.

He backed away from her and looked into her eyes, carefully studying her thinking and what to say next.

"So you've heard of me," he said casually. He seemed arrogant and used to the praise.

"Of course, everyone has heard of you! You're Marley's wonderboy."

He grabbed the top of her soaking dress and pulled her so close their chests almost touched.

"I am not very impressed with flattery." So did you come to gawk at the devils like you're in a zoo? A girl like you has probably never even been this close to an Eldian man in your life. Well, take a good long look. This is what a devil looks like," Zeke stated in a sharp tone.

He seemed like he could care less about being polite.

"I have never been close to any man like this. Honestly, I completely sympathize with the Eldian commoners" He pushed her back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. There are Marlyean commoners too! Her racism had lessened over the years, But her classism did not. Her word vomit continued. This was awkward, and she could not help but feel utter embarrassment in front of this beautiful man.

"Follow me," Zeke cut her off. (Y/N) was quite unsure about going any further with this man. She stood there, looking at him, unsure what to do. Even being alone with a man was considered to compromise one's purity. She looked out the window, and it was thundering and hailing. She had zero chance of getting home even if she wanted to. He chuckled,

"You've gone mute again, I see."

Before she had time to respond, Zeke grabbed her hand and began taking her with him.

His basement was cozy. It looks as if Zeke had set up this room as his home away from home.

"you must be freezing. I'll start the fireplace." Afterward, Zeke started to hand her books and papers. The books, reports, and letters were priceless information.

She sat on the couch and Zeke at the table. She noticed he had a mini Library.

"Thank you so much! You're being so kind to me. Why?" (Y/N) said

"It's always a pleasant surprise to meet an unbiased researcher. You seem inquisitive and empathetic. We need more people with attributes like you in society," Zeke stated softly.

"What do you mean"

"Most people walk around like sheep believing everything and anything said to them." Zeke's complement could not help but make her quiver

His personality seemed to do a complete 180. He was warm now. Had he been testing her before? (Y/N) started looking through the books and documents he laid out for her while Zeke pulled out a Whiskey bottle.

Then handed a drink to her.

"Hmm, it tastes like top-shelf Whiskey, Yeager. You have great taste."

"Ah, you're not as innocent as I thought." he chuckled. Zeke got up and disappeared for a second. He returned with a towel and shirt.

"You probably want to put on dry clothes right now, and it looks like you won't get back home tonight. This is all I have to offer."

(Y/N) began to unbutton the top part of her soaking dress, Zeke could already feel his male member hardened, and she had not even revealed herself yet.

As she pulled down the front of her dress. Zeke did not mind seeing, but he wondered, was she this innocent? She probably only grew up around maids and nannies. He assumed she was probably used to changing and showing her body to her female household. She had no idea how to act in front of the opposite sex. His oversized shirt reached right above her thigh. Zeke could not help but look at how cute (Y/N) looked in his clothes. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra.

Zeke could see her nipples were hard. He knew it was wrong but could not look away, and Whiskey started taking his mind to other places. In all his 20 years, Zeke had not wasted his time on trivial love pursuits. And that included sex. It was hard. But he did not need even the slightest chance of himself producing a child. And the last person he could ever get involved with is a wealthy heiress from a Marleyan family.

He knew the past of both Reiner and Annie. Both are a product of an illegal affair between a Marelyan and an Eldian. He knew Annie had been abandoned. Additionally, Renier's father wanted nothing to do with him, and his mother used him as a means to an end to get back at her lover and to receive an honorary Marlyean status. He felt nothing but deep remorse for his mixed raced comrades. It was already a painful life being Eldian, even more so being a child of royal blood or mixed race.

To Zeke being a royal-blooded child meant to be used as a tool, a weapon even more so than the typical Eldian. He thought being a product of mixed-race relations only ensured abandonment by one or both parents. He use to not get how people could purposely conceive unwanted children. He later realized people had primal instincts and needs that sometimes could not be completely controlled, even when the relations were detrimental to one's self. Zeke had started to have a taste of it himself.

Ever Since Zeke made a name for himself, All kinds of women and some men threw themselves at him. Whenever he'd be in different nations, he'd have secret light sexual encounters. It began at seventeen. He started by making out with women who were desperate for him. He did it more out of curiosity than pleasure. Well, that's what he likes to tell himself.

Over the years, it has only progressed into touching below the belt; finally, last year, he had his cocked sucked for the first time. It felt warm, wet, and intense. The feeling of a woman's mouth sliding up and down his shaft at the right speed. He loved becoming more sensitive and cumming in her warm wet mouth. Some of him loved the sensations; another was scared and reluctant to take the next step. If he were to impregnate someone, all his morals and life's work would be compromised.

"What inspired you to be into history and research (Y/N) asked.

"The previous beast titan devoted his life to research. He was like a surrogate father to me. Well, I continued his research to honor him." She sat on a thick blanket in front of the fireplace, reading each book's synopsis.

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him, giving him a soft, reassuring smile. "That's incredibly sweet; oh, so that's how you acquired those historical documents on the Titans and the Fritz family," her speech became louder as she worked on her second glass of Whiskey.

"Well, yes, some from him and the others passed down through the generations of my mother's family. "I am surprised Marely didn't force him into battle like all the others." She rudely interrupted.

"Ah, he said his battle sheep was useless. "That's very shocking. You have managed to become Marley's number-one warrior with your abilities. I even heard you can turn Eldians into titans." She said somberly,

"Honestly, I think he used that as an excuse not to be on the battlefield."

"You don't sound impressed by my abilities ?."

"Being turned into a mindless titan is mental agony, well, from what I read."

A slight pang of guilt hit him. "Do you remember being a mindless titan"? Zeke brought a chair over in front of her.

"No, it all happened so fast" He wondered what type of information this girl had and where she got it. Zeke quickly changed the conversation.

So what kind of information are you trying to learn about these kings, like how they fucked? Her face lit up.

"There's, umm, a lot of important information in there.

"Like what? Learning what it's like to deep throat" He chuckled

as he ran his hand through his golden wavy hair.

"This is not the history of economics or medicine. It's about sex!" He exclaimed. He liked teasing this innocent girl.

"No, and I'd never be so amused with such a depraved act!" she said defensively.

"At Least try it first before making assumptions.

"So, have you ever done that thing ."

"Well, some parts of it."

"Sex is only for reproduction, Zeke!."

"Sweetheart, that's the last thing I would EVER want to do! Zeke said in between laughter.

"Stop laughing at me. I'm serious. It is a woman's use in this world."

"So much sexual shame. I understand why you think this way. Marriage for people like you is all about business and contracts, not sex or love. I should have guessed you're a Marelyan prim and proper princess, so of course, you'd be Prude" It's okay; I understand what it's like to be you somewhat."

Zeke stood up and began to pour himself another drink.

What do you mean? (Y/N) ran over to him in haste.

She was starting to feel the Whiskey.

"Your environment, your parents, feeding you propaganda so they can exploit and use your body for their own gain. I was reluctant, just like you, until I realized having sex is almost just like eating and sleeping you don't have to feel shame for your body and desires (Y/N)."

"Why are you judging me" she felt exposed.

"Aren't you doing exactly what you are accusing me of?" Letting others exploit and use you, why else would you be a warrior.?Sounds hypocritical to me.”

"Turning things around on me does not invalidate my argument. Have you ever even touched yourself?"

"NO"

He could not help but burst into laughter. Zeke could tell she was lying.

“Well, if you had, that makes you a hypocrite too.” Is this how most Maelyan princesses are?

I have committed many sins, and I still don't know whose life is worse, yours or mine."

She grew annoyed and angry.

"Well, what? You probably had sex with over 100 women, huh? I bet you’re a man slut, just like your ancestors Zeke (Y/N) said while laughing.

"What do you mean" His eyes began to widen. "Zeke, I know what blood can turn Eldians into titans. My ancestors constantly referenced your people and their abilities in their private letters. You know, all those eldian kings had bitches. They fucked all over the place," she giggled.

The alcohol had started to hit. Zeke's face turned to a frown. "I lived a life full of poverty and discrimination. If I had royal blood, don't you think I'd be living just as well, if not better than the Tyburs, maybe even you?".

" You're right, but I know the royal family hid after the great titan war. She threw back another glass of Whiskey. The drunker she became, the more her language and movement became uncouth.

" You hid, right? God, that all must have been very sad for your family. I feel awful for your parents being sent away," she said somberly.

Zeke's eyebrows lifted. "So you've been studying me too?"

"Just a Little bit. I was curious,"

He smirked “ (Y/N) I have no idea where you came to all these conclusions. You're drunk!"

She laughed. She had begun pouring them more drinks.

“You should lay off the booze,” Zeke stated

“What ever you say, your majesty,” (Y/N) giggled.

He scoffed

“ You don't believe me? Really? Of course because a poor eldian commoner usually always has not only priceless but even dangerous information if it falls into the wrong hands about the world's most influential family for nearly 2000 years. (Y/N) said sarcastically.

"The Blond hair, the blue eyes, you have your lineage written all over you!

He smirked and took another sip of Whiskey.

" Ahh, we both spoke too much tonight, didn't we? I am surprised that you are an actual researcher. Damn, you got me.

He started to light up a cigarette. His eyes bore into hers.

(Y/N) noticed he had become slightly angry again. He studied her every move like he'd do to an enemy on the battlefield. He then paused before speaking, strategizing what to say to her next.

"Based on that book you picked, I thought you were only interested in how eldian kings fucked their bitches."

"So you are not just a little fucking slut!" She didn't know what she had said to piss him off. She walked right over to him as he sat on the couch.

"How could you perceive me as such a dishonorable woman? She snarled.

She didn't care that he was Marley's most powerful man. She had to stand up and protect her virtues.

"I was looking at this book because there was a crucial part to my research that had NOTHING to do with the sex life of a man, not only just a man but an Eldian devil!" She was doing her best to lie.

She was so stupid. Why did she have to open her big fucking mouth?

Zeke smirked.

"So you just happened to be looking at a book about the Eldian royal family. And you, by coincidence, happen to meet one of their last descendants?? The only one left on Marley. You expect me to believe this ?"

He started to corner her against the wall.

"Are you a spy?"

She went silent

"Are you a fucking spy?" he said a little louder. His voice was not loud, but it still was intimidating.

"Of course not."

"Okay then, so if you're not a spy, you must be some kinky bitch with a race fetish."

He successfully managed to corner her back to the wall.

"Did you come all this way so I could fuck the shit out of you, right? That's what you want. You want to be conquered by an eldian king and fucked against your will, huh? That's what most kings did to those women. I guess you are not a sweet virgin Marleyan princess after all."

"No, that's not it at all. I had never even met an Eldian man before you, and I found you scary," I swear all of this is just strange coincidences."

He walked away from her, not saying one word. He pulled out an expensive bottle of Champagne. And handed her a glass. "Cheers to us for cohabitating in the same room without wanting to hurt each other like our ancestors did for thousands of years."

There's no way he was just over something so easy is this a trick, she thought.

"I'm sorry for anything I said that could have offended you. I am a naive girl who doesn't know what she is talking about," she said.

Zeke threw back all his wine. And looked her up and down. "You didn't say anything that offended me. Remember, I'm a warrior," He said while closing the distance between them and lifting her head with one hand. "I have killed many people, honey. It takes much more than some nosey bitch to affect me."

He kissed her like an animal. His mouth tasted of wine and cigarettes. Her body went into shock. She didn't and couldn't kiss him back. Her "practice" with the maids did not prepare her for a Man's taste. The girl's lips felt soft and sensual.

In contrast, this man's mouth felt built up of raw carnal desire. His strong arms began to squeeze her perky ass. Please," she said. "I'm sorry."

Her entire body came alive at his touch, both gentle and threatening. His hands fell away from her. They both struggle to catch their breath. She grabbed her wine and took a large gulp. He pinned her against the wall again. (Y/N) unconsciously kissed back.

She couldn't let this man ravish her.

"I'm sorry,” in between kisses.

She could feel his rock-hard cock against her And couldn't fight off his strong arms holding her hips in place.

"I could never forgive myself if I gave away my maidenhood before marriage. While gasping for breath.

"I could ruin everything my family has worked for" He looked down at her.

"What else am I to do then?"

The question caught her off guard.

"How about this? Let's make a deal. You've got two options "one, I either kill you, or two, break you in?"

She knew he wasn't lying.

“ hm, why no, uh,” she said softly, unable to form a sentence.

He's technically a mass murderer. Before she could respond adequately, He put a finger in her panties and then lightly on her lips. Zeke began to chuckle.

Aww, you're already soaked down here. Maybe you want me to the fuck the shit out of you (Y/N)."

She could only just stare into his deep blue eyes. (Y/N) felt conflicted and ashamed of herself.

She felt more shame and fear for how horny she felt than the actuality of losing her virginity to Zeke and not her future husband.

Before she could answer, he shut her up with a passionate kiss. And proceeded to take off her clothes. And pushed her back onto the couch. He laid on top of her nude body. While still having his warrior's uniform on. He went back to feverishly kissing her. She groaned indirectly with desire. He forced his tongue down her throat. She was struggling not to instinctively dry hump and kiss him back.

His body was so much larger than her feminine frame. Zeke continued to lay kisses down her body. He then finally made his face toward her part. He glared at her sex.

He took a finger and gently felt her lips. He stuck two fingers in her hole. When he took his fingers out of her, they were incredibly wet. How could this be her body betraying her?

Zeke slowly began to rub her clit. She begrudgingly let out a small moan. He began to speed up through her broken soft cries.

"Why are you doing this to me, Zeke?" she moaned.

"Why," Zeke said as he continued to play with her cunt.

Zeke knew he'd have to resort to all sorts of morality crimes the moment he inherited the beast titan; taking advantage of a woman was not one of them. He had to do it, he reasoned.

It's too late to jeopardize everything he worked for.

Zeke came to her ear as he continued pumping his large hand in and out of her warm pussy. "If word were to get out about my lineage, I would be forced to breed like cattle and watch my children being used as weapons of mass destruction."

"uhh," (Y/N) could not help but let out a pleasurable moan. I got you intoxicated, so you opened up to me, and I could figure out your motives. I don't think you're a spy (Y/N); you are just a naive virgin slut” "I'm sorry (Y/N). He forced his fingers in and out of her.

"So you're blackmailing me then ??!!" she let out a whimper. Zeke ignored her. He then sat (Y/N) on the couch in a regular position. He dropped down to his knees and pulled her lower body towards the opening of his mouth.

"What a sweet, obedient girl," he purred. He was delighted that (Y/N) opened her legs wide just for him. Zeke began teasing her, returning to her thighs and giving her great kisses. (Y/N) was so cute and sexy as she looked down nervously with desire. He wanted to show her good oral affection. Zeke gently and slowly kissed her labia. Then lightly licked her clit.

She had no idea what he was doing. She never imagined having a man's face in her crotch. It was mortifying. mouths and genitals? Good lord, how would she ever get past the shame around it? what was the purpose of this? She pees down here!

(Y/N) embarrassment and confusion started to vanish.

She let out a giggle. It tickled.

He buried his face into her crotch. Flickering his tongue around her throbbing clit as slowly as he could, he was in no hurry. Zeke was determined to make this situation as sexually pleasing for her as he could.

He pulled his face up to look at her. She was all over him “

(Y/N) your pussy taste so fucking good.”

She could not help but feel incredibly turned on by that remark. Zeke was no longer pinning her against the couch; she could get up and try to run. The tickling sensation was warmth and wetness. As his licking progressed, it felt heavenly. (Y/N) looked down and made eye contact with Zeke.

"fuck"

(Y/N) had begun to feel light butterflies in her stomach. Her first orgasm came unexpectedly. Her head fell back with immense pleasure; Zeke began to speed up the pace.

She threaded her fingers in between his golden locks. Zeke began to use his fingers once again. She tried her hardest to muffle her moans. She didn't want him to know she was enjoying every minute of him pleasuring her. He then began to tongue fuck her tight pussy. (Y/N) did not understand what was happening to her. Such a large amount of liquid began to pour off her cunt, down her legs, and onto Zeke's face. Who knew this could feel so amazing.

Zeke would moan as he continued to make out with her sweet cunt. She bucked her hips for more. She was going to keep fucking this smug bastard's mouth until she could not anymore. Her build-up continues to get higher and higher. At this point, she could not cover up her sweet moans. . Zeke could tell by her whimpers and moans that her climax was soon. Sucking and licking her, savoring her taste. (Y/N) let out a scream.

And released her cum all over Zeke's face. She struggled to catch her breath. She looked at Zeke in between her legs. He smiled and then started to take off his uniform Till she could see everything about him. Tall, muscular, and with plenty of abs. He stood right in front of her as she sat in the same position on the couch.

"Come to the edge of the couch," he demanded. She was to face Zeke's dick. Huh, those ladies had been right about suspecting it was big, she thought, "Suck on it" She was too far in and obliged to his command,

"the head. Slowly circle with your tongue (Y/N)" The tip is very soft. She licked lower, beneath the head, down one side of the shaft, and then the other. "Grab my shaft tightly with your hands, push back and forth while sloppy sucking my head. She liked having his part in her mouth too.

" He knew he had to instruct her. He grabbed her hair and made her look up at him while in action. He started to buckle his hip fucking her mouth. He moaned, "You like it, huh? you like being my little concubine, my whore! "

Stop," he said. Had she done something wrong, she thought, "Lay back down on the blanket in front of the fireplace and spread your legs." He demanded. " (Y/N) nervously did as Zeke commanded.

Zeke lay on top of her. He could not help but feel aroused by feeling her petite body underneath his large frame. He grabbed her face. “You are hardly putting up a fight (Y/N). It surprised her as well. Zeke pushed himself in between her legs fully. He lined his rock-hard cock to her cunt. . "Please pull out once you're finished.

"Why?" he said with lust in his eyes.

"Because I could get pregnant."

"Maybe I want to get you pregnant."

He pressed against her hymen and shoved himself in her all at once.

Their sloppy, sweaty bodies connected to someone for the first time. Zeke slowly thrust himself all the way into her wet warm tight pussy. He let out a deep sigh and slightly lowered himself. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he said in a low, breathy tone had barely been inside and felt he could spill himself at any moment. He began to thrust in and out of her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms instantly across Zeke's shoulders. "Oh my god, "she said in a low, breathy tone.

She could feel his long shaft hitting up her G spot. (Y/N) could not help but look Zeke straight in the face as he demolished her cunt. His facial expressions turned her on. The more Zeke shoved, the more her juices burst out of her. She began whimpering. Zeke enjoyed fucking and conquering this sweet innocent little girl's pussy. He could feel her walls clenching around him and started to climax

"I'm gonna cum," he said.

“Pull out, please.”

He kept pumping her pussy. The panic on her moaning face satisfied him. "Beg more."

Zeke never wanted to get anyone pregnant; however, he'd do anything to reach his goal. Well, that's what he told himself. It felt too good. He didn't think he could be stopped.

“Oh my God, it's coming again,” (Y/N) moaned. She climaxed

His thrusts became more frequent and uncouth, and he let out his large load in her pussy. When he looked down and saw his milky white cum and blood in between her thighs, Zeke was still inside her, exhausted from their excursion. He secretly loved successfully spoiling this girl for the rest of her life.

Zeke stood up, got a wet-washed cloth, and wiped both of their private parts. He picked her up, laid her back on the couch, and then disappeared for fifteen minutes. Y/N) really hated to admit it, but it was incredible. Her body felt amazing during and after sex.

He brought in a warm cup of tea and a large blanket. She looked worried. (Y/N) looked up at his soft gaze.

" We are even now okay. You don't have to worry anymore." Zeke said quietly

She looked up into his eyes. “ Was I as good as the others?’

Zeke couldn't help but laugh. He assumed she'd be distressed about losing her virginity instead.

“ You are amazing (Y/N). I have to go now. Please remember to stay out of trouble. He stood up and kissed her forehead, and left.

#zeke yeager #zeke yeager fanfiction #zeke thirst #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager x you #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jeager #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x you #aot #snk #snk smut #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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NSFW CONTENT

FUJOSHIS DNI

Tall Buff house husband x Bonten Mikey nsfw

When people thought if Mikey Sano they did not think he would have an incredibly hot house husband making him meals and giving him kisses.

Outside of maybe Sanzu, no one would think that Mikey would climb his husband like a jungle gym and lay on him when he did push ups.

They also didn't expect Mikey Sano to be bound and gagged with a dog clicker in his hand as his strong husband fucked into him, Mikey letting out loud muffled moans as tears rolled down his cheeks and let (name) fuck him into the next century.

Mikey liked control everywhere except at home where (name) took the reins from Mikey, the blond enjoying not having to be in charge of handling shit and being taken care of so lovingly by his tall ripped husband who was once his high school sweetheart.

"Such a pretty boy, fuck you real good baby" (name) said softly into his ear as he fucked him like his life depended on it and watched the blond loose himself on his cock, moving to watch his cock move in and out of the other "gonna let me take good care of you 'jiro? Look at your tight ass sucking down my cock..."

Mikey just moaned and cried as he looked at (name) with the most pitiful expression as his lips wrapped around the ball gag "god your lips look good wrapped around anything huh?"

Mikey loved it when (name) used him like this, like he was nothing more than a cheap whore.

"Oh, the foods done" (name) said suddenly and without stopping he grabbed a vibrating thrusting dildo from the side table "this will keep you company baby" (name) said sweetly and swapped places with the dildo, taking a step back to watch his lover lose himself on the toy with pure facination "good boy, if you can refrain from cumming till I get back I will untie you baby"

Mikey weakly nodded as he lulled his head back and focused on not cumming because he really wanted to mark up (name).

(Name) was gone for ten minutes but it felt like hours to Mikey as his hips bucked into the toy, letting out muffled moans and squeaks and letting his eyes flutter close and was lost in the sensation of the toy vibrating and thrusting into his prostate.

(Name) had come back and just watched Mikey enjoy himself before sneakily walking close and press the toy deeper "good boy, not cumming" (name) praised as he slowly removed the toy and turned it off and freed Mikey from his bounds and gag before lifting the practically limp crime lord into his arms and smiled as Mikey clung to him, lining himself up he fucked into Mikey without a second thought and grinned when Mikey let out a pathetic cry. Clinging to his back, Mikey clawed down it helpessly as (name) fucked him well and hard and lifted his hips like he was some doll made just for (name) and he wouldn't deny that he was made just for (name) as he was made for Mikey.

"Can feel you tightening up baby, you close? Wanna cum on my cock?"

"Pleasepleaseplease--" Mikey changed out as (name) sucked Hickeys onto his neck "then cum baby" and with that the two came hard and Mikey fell limp as (name) held him close and soothed him "let's clean you up and then get you some food baby"

Mikey loved how (name) made him priority one, letting him being fragile.

Letting him be Manjiro.

Mikey let him gently clean him, tender kisses on any bruises and soft movements as he removed the cum from his ass before moving onto the bath "I made your favorite" (name) said beside the tub, letting the other soak "one moment baby" he said getting up to grab something only for Mikey to grab his wrist "stay?"

"I won't go anywhere baby, you know I'll go anywhere you want me"

"Promise?"

"Always"

Mikey was terrified to show weakness but with (name) it felt almost natural to be like this with the other.

He felt safe no matter what with him.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #male reader #mikey x reader #mikey x male reader #mikey sano smut

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laboulaie · 5 months

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Her love soothed his savage soul. His passion saved her from a self-loathing abyss. Todd and Blair’s parallel journeys proved to be one of Llanview’s most poignant and unconventional love stories.

When, in the fall of 1994, Blair Daimler met up by chance with Todd Manning at Rodi’s Bar, she hadn’t an inkling that their lives would be entwined forever. Over drinks and conversations, they bonded, commiserating with one another over their mutually sorry and sorrowful lives.

Indeed, Todd Manning had taken a mighty fall. The once-invincible football hero had become the scourge of Llanview, having led a brutal fraternity house rape of Marty Saybrooke. Now, released from jail, this tortured soul continued to flounder, skirting the thin line between good and evil as he searched for meaning in his life.

Like Todd, Blair Daimler remained an enigma - complex, ambiguous, and beautiful. The illegitimate daughter of a mentally ill mother, Addie Cramer, Blair had been shuttled between foster homes throughout her childhood. Blair yearned for affection, for family, and for acceptance.

The sexy vixen had already proven, through her loveless marriage to millionaire Asa Buchanan, that she would sell her soul to get what she wanted out of life. And what Blair wanted was respect, stature, and most of all money!

On that fateful night at Rodi’s Bar, Todd and Blair talked into the wee hours. Listening to Todd’s story, Blair felt compassion for her fellow outcast. The convicted rapist did not scare Blair with his menacing ways. She found Todd Manning intriguing - and he was equally attracted to her. When the barkeep shouted, “last call!” they parted, allies against the cruel world. They were platonic, misery-loves-company companions. Soon the two town pariahs, both so much alike, found themselves in bed together. Wrapped in each-other’s arms, Todd and Blair sought mutual pleasure in order to forget, if just for a fleeting moment, the emptiness in their lives.

It was weeks later that Blair upon an incredible secret: Todd Manning was the son of the late publishing magnate Victor Lord, and as a result, he stood to inherit $27.8 million!

With calculated swiftness, she set out to snag herself a husband. A wealthy husband is exactly what she needed to pay her mounting bills and cover the high cost of keeping her mother, Addie, institutionalized. Suddenly Blair had an opportunity agenda. Playing it coy and seductive, she set out to make Todd Manning to marry her.

To fulfill her mission, Blair told Todd she was pregnant. It was a lie! In a simple ceremony on the beach in Key West, Florida, Blair became Mrs. Todd Manning. Soon after Todd discovered the secret that Blair already knew - that he was the long-lost Lord heir! Blair feigned surprise, suppressing her greedy sense of delight as Todd took control of the vast Lord family fortune. Later, when Todd learned that Blair had lied to him, he bought a pregnancy test and immediately forced her to take it! Blair was as surprised as he was when the test revealed she was expecting. In a fortuitous stroke of luck, Blair had really become pregnant - just in the nick of time!

Todd and his wife grew closer as they worked together to turn their publication, The Sun, into Llanview’s leading newspaper. United in their climb to respectability, Todd and Blair fell in love.

Tragedy struck when Blair was mugged on the docks and lost her unborn baby. Thanks to Max Holden’s loose lips, Todd learned the truth that the fetus Blair miscarried was younger than it should have been. He deduced that Blair must have faked her pregnancy when they took the plunge in Florida! Disgusted with his deceitful wife, Todd had their marriage annulled. Then something weird happened. Blair discovered she was pregnant - again! She kept the news a closely guarded secret from Todd.

Even though he always tried to keep his emotions inside himself, Todd could not contain his excitement every time he found himself in Blair’s presence. He wanted her completely. To his own amazement, Todd had fallen deeply in love with Blair!

Flying to Key West, the scene of their first, ill-fated wedding, Todd proposed marriage - again! The emotion-laced words did not come easily to Todd, but he spoke them nonetheless, on bended knee.

“We’re not going to do what we did last time. No games. No lies, there’s no conditions - everything is out in the open. All right. I love you. And I want to marry you, that’s all. Nothing else, just that.”

To his amazement, Blair broke the news of her pregnancy to Todd. “Do you want to take back the proposal?” she asked anxiously.

“Do you want me to?”

“No,” answered Blair, holding back the tears. “I want you to know something. I want to make a promise to you right here, right now, that I am not going to be afraid. Fear is what messed things up for us in the first place. All the lies and manipulations. Todd, I am going to be honest with you. And I’m going to trust you. And I’m going to trust myself. And I’m going to trust in our love.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Blair?”

“Yes!” she responded. “Yes!!! I will marry you.”

With a tender kiss, Todd and Blair sealed their pact. They were together at last

#oltl #one life to live #kassie depaiva #blair cramer #roger howarth #todd manning #tnb #todd and blair #supercouple #gold balloon wedding #todd x blair

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foxes-that-run · 21 days

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Wine, Drug and Antidote Haylor theme

Wine / Alcohol

Taylor

Clean “you’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore”

Death by a Thousand Cuts “my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust” and "I get drunk, but it's not enough ’Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby"

False God “got the wine for you”

Willow “lost in your current like a priceless wine”

Maroon “your roommate’s cheap ass screw top rose" and “The burgundy on my tshirt when you splashed your wine into me”

Paris “cheap wine make believe it’s champagne”

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

The 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family

August: August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine

Ivy: Or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine

Need "Desire is the sound of the whiskey / Telling me you miss me Can you come around?"

Gorgeous"Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine"

“Slut!”: And if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be drunk in love

End Game: I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be drinking on a beach with you all over me

Delicate: We can’t make any promises now can we babe, but you can make me a drink

Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Cruel Summer: I’m drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Cardigan: Dancing in your Levi’s, drunk under a streetlight

Harry

Olivia, “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Already Home “a bottle of wine, pretending it’s fine”

Changes “god bless the young hearts sippin cheap wine

Grapejuice "I'm so over whites and pinks", "A bottle of rouge” and “Just me and you 1982" and “grapejuice blues”

Little Freak “red wine and ginger ale”

Keep Driving “wine glass, puff pass”

Pick you up "We don't need wine, we need water"

Medicine "I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted"

From the Dining Table "Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon"

Satellite "Do you wanna talk? / We share the last line / Then we drink the wall"

Medicine, Anti-dote, drugs and addiction

Taylor

Clean "Ten months sober, I must admit / Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it / Ten months older, I won't give in / Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it"

Death by a thousand cuts "Gave up on me like I was a bad drug"

Don’t Blame Me: Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life

Illicit Affairs: A drug that only worked the first few hundred times

Bejewelled “some guy said my auras moonstone just cuz he was high”

Harry

Muse as a drug/addiction

Meet me in the Hallway "I just left the bedroom Give me some morphine / Is there any more to do?"

Daylight - “ You got the antidote I'll take one to go, go, please”

Golden "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known / Lovin' you's the antidote",

Ever Since New York "Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote"

End of the Day "Twenty minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

Medicine - "I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine / Treat you like a gentleman / Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline"

Make my day "She asked me to choke her, I play along / Hit me like a ray of light, straight to my veins"

Complicated Freak "I still crave it, complicated freak"

Taking drugs / being high

Ophelia "Why don't we get a little high and crazy?"

Daylight "You were just doing cocaine In my kitchen, you never listen" and "I'm on the roof / You're in your airplane seat / I was nose bleedin'"

Keep Driving "Cocaine, side boob / Choke her with a sea view"

Pop tart "A coked up little Pop-Tart" (I think not Haylor)

Kiwi "Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up"

Cinema "I bring the pop to the cinema / You pop when we get intimate"

(See also @womanexile's post on Wine)

#Haylor #Harry Styles #Taylor Swift #lyric parallels #wine #wine stained dress #Drugs #antidote

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readychilledwine · 7 months

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Daddy!Azriel x Pregnant!Reader Drabble

Summary - after being placed on house arrest toward the end of your pregnancy, you have lost some control on your husband, Azriel's, baby spending habits.

Warnings - mentions of pregnancy

Word count - a teeny tiny 800. Hence the choice to call it a drabble without a title 💙

Being pregnant was not easy.

You were constantly sore, tired, and had begun eating yourself and Azriel out of house and home, but you two would not change this miracle, this absolute blessing, for a single reason.

Madja had put you on house arrest this past month, asking Azriel to ensure you weren't lifting, weren't straining yourself, and were sleeping plenty. You were told by Rhysand and Feyre that your emissary duties could resume after your leave.

Despite Nesta's sacrifice, carrying a child with wings when you were wingless was still challenging. You ran out of room for the little one quickly, and being so much smaller than the average Illyrian female did not help either. The discomfort was the biggest issue, but Madja did not want to risk it. The plus side was constantly being home, relaxing, and your mate making meals, feeding you like the queen he believed you were.

The downside? Azriel had no self-control when it came to buying things for the life you two created, and you were no longer there to stop him from buying the mutual cravings you two seemed to have, countless baby supplies, and of course, the baby's first set of Illyrian Leathers. In the form of a onesie. How that even worked, you didn't ask, he was too thrilled as he held it up for you to question him.

From stuffies, to onesies, to excessive blankets from different courts, Azriel had begun purchasing everything in anticipation of his first baby's birth. All while you sat at home. Just silently watching him carry in bag after bag.

Today was a cold winter lazy day. Azriel had asked a favor of Eris, ensuring the hearths in your home burned a little brighter and warmer this year, and the Autumn High Lord was more than happy to ensure you were always warm due to the close friendship you three had formed. You snuggled further into the couch with your hot chocolate, tossing the plush blanket Kallias had sent for you over your legs, and sighed in joy. You had been thinking about this hot chocolate for hours and were practically salivating over the mountain of marshmallows you placed on top had toasted to perfection.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Azriel gently knocking the snow off his boots before entering.

While his shadows greeted you immediately with soft caresses on your swollen belly, Azriel had not even noticed you were there. His cheeks lightly flushed from the cool winter air, his hair ruffled from the wind.

He was looking down at a large bag in his hands, peeping in it every often before walking to the kitchen and setting it down.

Azriel was smiling to himself, an occasional almost giggle falling from his mouth.

"Az, what's so funny, baby?"

Azriel looked at you wide-eyed in getting caught and threw the bag behind his back. "NOTHING!" He said loudly. "Nothing, nothing at all." He corrected, deepening his voice. "Just got our baby bat a present."

You giggled at his admiration, love, and pride he already felt toward your child. He loved them more than anything already. "Well, show me! Please!"

His cheeks flushed, and he quickly shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. It's something we get to bond over, not you."

You felt your lip tremble, and his eyes went wide. "I don't mean it like that, my love. I just mean it's something I-" his eyes softened when the first tear fell. "Angel, don't cry." Azriel walked to you with the bag, placing it on the coffee table and then taking your hot chocolate. He paused as he studied the mug. "Did you want some hot chocolate with your marshmallows, y/n?"

You broke a small smile, tears still falling. His scarred hands gently brushed the tears away. "Y/n, please do not cry. It's a special baby daddy gift. That's all."

You knew you were being ridiculous, but hormones were winning. "But-"

Azriel silenced you with a kiss, one of his hands going to your stomach. "I can't wait until you're here and mommy stops crying all the time." He held his hand there, waiting. "Angel, there's no reason to cry."

You nodded, sniffling. "I just want to know what you got them."

Azriel sighed, "You cannot laugh." He was hesitant to remove his hand, but grabbed the bag still.

Azriel opened it, pulling out a few knitted sets of something that had your brow raised. "Are those?"

"Wing warmers." Azriel confirmed. A soft smile had come back to his face, his dimples showing. "My wings get cold in the winter, and so do Cassian and Rhysand's, so I had these made for them to ensure their little wings would never get cold. I also got Rhys, Cassian, Nyx, and I a matching set for Solstice."

You nodded slowly. Trying not to laugh. "I see." He took in your tight lipped express, the way your eyes were shining, the way your lip twitched.

"You're laughing." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a small smile still on his face. "They get really cold, y/n."

"I'm not laughing," you said quickly, hands touching the soft knitted covers, fingers circling the little buttons. "I just didn't realize this was an issue."

Azriel made an insulted face. "It is an issue!" His tone was playful and sarcastic. "Don't you want our baby bat to have the best things? Warm wings are the best things! My little star will not have cold wings. Not on my watch."

His forehead found yourself as you two fell into laughter. His hand back on your belly. "They match the booties and little hats we had made. The same seamstress made them."

"I noticed. I love her work," you whispered softly to him, hands coming to his face. "You're going to be the best daddy, Azriel. We don't deserve you."

He smiled as a soft kick finally landed on his hand. "No, angel, I don't deserve you." He pushed you back gently, adjusting you so he was laid between your legs on the couch, his head resting near where that last kick was.

"Just keep growing, little one. You gotta grow grow grow." His thumb made small circles on your tummy as he continued to talk to your baby. "Daddy loves you and mommy so much. Even if she doesn't understand cold wings. Which you will never have."

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Did We Learn Our Lesson?

A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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jackharlow: nothing better than traveling the world with your best friends urbanwyatt

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jackharlow: saweetie I'm aware

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jackharlow: saweetie next to me

saweetie: jackharlow is she alive or?

jackharlow: saweetie she's been sleep all day

sza: jackharlow well we need to talk to her so wake her up

jackharlow: sza nah she need to recover

sza: jackharlow good lord what did you do to her?

jackharlow: sza she was talking so much shit so I had to let her know who was in charge

sza: jackharlow we all know y/n wears the pants in yall relationship 😂

jackharlow: sza she does not!

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jackharlow: urbanwyatt nah I run this shit

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druski2funny: wait, what's yall safe word?

jackharlow: druski2funny now why the hell would we tell you that?

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jackharlow: y/ninsta you better handle this before I do 😡

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jackharlow: y/ninsta WHAT GIFT WAS THAT? I gave you one chance to act right and this is how you do?

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jackharlow: y/ninsta I wasn't thinking that, but you just told on yourself 🤨

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urbanwyatt: y/ninsta why do you insist on talking some crazy ass shit knowing that jackharlow is going to get you for it 🙄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt angry sex is better 🤷🏾‍♀️

jackharlow: urbanwyatt nah don't help her

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jackharlow: y/ninsta.... baby.....

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jackharlow: y/ninsta bring your ass upstairs NOW because we clearly didn't learn our lesson 😒

y/ninsta: jackharlow only if urbanwyatt comes too

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Hope

Summary: Azriel has doubt of his empending fatherhood, given what his rough childhood was like. His mate, however, gives him some light and hope.

Warnings: Just a mix of Angst and Fluff

A/N: Another oneshot with our batboy and his thoughts of being a dad!

You never knew your baby shower was going to be as joyful as it was.

The sun rays were pouring into the small little apartment that warm summer afternoon, yet the cool Velaris breeze was making the heat less painful as your apartment was filled with the members of the Inner Circle and some of your closer friends. Various balloons of all shapes and sizes and in shades of greens and golds, bountiful snacks and food were present along the long dining table that also had endless flowing glasses of wine and champagne. Laughter and light conversation was heard throughout your home as you were perched at your own armchair, one hand holding a cup of ice cold water and the other resting on the top of your 7 month pregnant belly.

Watching your own baby shower unfold in front of you.

Both High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre wanted to throw the shower at The River House, but you persuaded them to have it at your own home since only the Inner Circle and a few others would be in attendance. They then opted to have the entire party planned without either you or your mate contributing. Elaine brought all the flower arrangements and pastries as her gift, the whole home filled the scents of wildflower and daffodils, which blended in with the aroma of pastries and cookies that were to die for. Nesta and her mate Cassian helped rearrange the home for the party, Nesta making sure you always had water close by and not walking around too much since you were now waddling this late in your pregnancy.

She literally ran the entire shower, being your best friend and the Godmother of your future child.

Going into the third hour of the party, you were spent and perched in your armchair as Elaine walked over to give you a warm smile and one of her cookies on a plate. You were in a light green dress, showing your belly perfectly with the silhouette and your hair in a high messy bun, light make up was worn and your wedding ring glistened on your left ring finger.

“I came to check on the lady of the hour,” She explained, you smiling at her as you took a long drink from yoru water, “How are you feeling?”

“Happy,” You replied in a shrug, “A bit tired since my little one is already making me sit more than walk, but I’m happy. You all did so much for us, I can’t ever thank you all enough,”

“It’s our honor,” Elaine replied in her dream-like tone, patting your arm gently with her nimble fingers as she gestured to the others in the room whom were chatting with one another, “We’re all glad for you and your family,”

Rhysand was talking with Feryre, of course smiling at her as if she hung the moon with her own kind eyes. Feyre was grinning widely, laughing at something her husband and mate said as he grinned back just from making her smile. Armen was nibbling a bit at the snacks not he dining room table, golden her own glass tightly in her grip but looking content. Nesta and Cassian were chatting with little Nyx, Cassian hoisted him on his shoulders and was making him giggle in delight as Nesta was grinning with a smirk, seeing that twinkling in his eyes as Nyx was pulling at Cassian's medium length hair.

But there was one person missing, and you just noticed not too long ago.

“Where is your husband?” Elaine asked, making you look around as well with the same question in your own head. It made your worry, scanning the room and not seeing any signs of him. He was there when the party started, just as excited as you were when the others showed up at your doorsteps with presents and other decorations. But as the party went on, you lost track of him. You didn’t mean to, the ladies were all coddling over you and they were doting on your every beck and call. Yet now….now he was nowhere to be soon.

“Perhaps it was all too much for him, you know how he is,” Elaine tried to reason with you since she saw the look of concern on your face, “We can be a rambunctious bunch and…..what are you doing?”

“I’m going to walk around for a bit,” You said as you hosted herself up on your feet, letting yourself being centered from your gravity already being altered thanks to your belly. Elaine shot up, thinking she was going to help you, but you caught yourself and gave her a small smile, “Some fresh air will do me some good. I’ll only be a moment,”

“Alright, just don’t be too long since we’re going to open presents soon,” Elaine explained as you walked away from her, mostly waddled. You had some inkling as to where he would be, yet you said nothing as you moved out of the living room and into the calmer hallway. The others weren’t paying attention, which was perfect since the last thing you wanted was them to fuss over you. You would rather find your mate, your bond softly calling to you giving you the sense of worry.

Not from you, from him.

You walked to the end of the hallway, seeing one door open slightly and a small hint of light coming from inside. Pausing, you looked back one more time to make sure no one was following you. Moving with your hand, you pushed open the door into the dimly lit room, peering inside and feeling your heart sweet from the sight in front of you.

It was the nursery, already made up and ready for the baby. You remembered finishing it one week ago, getting the right color for the wall and the perfect furniture that would be used completely. The light brown wood on the dresser and on the crib, the crisp white linen of the blankets and sheets, and even some smaller wooden toys that were gifts already packed away in a wooden box box and ready for your little one to indulge in. But it was the being the was perched over the crib, reaching down to take a small stuffed teddy bear that was perched in the corner of the crib.

You knew this being far too well, not just from the massive wings that were tucked behind him and his dark locks, but the strong arms that would hold you close and yet be gentle, his scarred hands that held so much grief from his past but only brought joy to you, and the stiff stance that was always present whether he was on the job or not.

Your mate. The Spymaster himself: Azriel.

“Hello you,” You said in a soft tone. Azriel moving so quick his shadows had to catch up behind him. He held the bear in one of his hands, the scars along his skin being a contrast to the soft texture of the bear’s fur. Even in the more casual attire he wanted to wear to the party with his hair pushed to the side to show his eyes, you could see he wasn’t himself. That he was lost in his own mind, making you walk into the room and close it behind you. The noises of the party drifted away as Azriel looked at you then in concern, placing the bear back in the crib before making his way over to you.

“Are you alright? Is it the baby? Come, come sit—“ he started to rambling, reaching to take your hand in his. The rocking chair, a gift from Mor, was perched in the corner next to the crib, Azriel was attempting to take you over there. But you stood your grounded shook your head, lacing your fingers together and kissing the back of it as you locked eyes with Azriel.

“I’m perfectly fine,” You hummed in reply, “But I fear as though my own mate is not,”

Azriel said nothing as you walked over a bit more, scanning his eyes as you reached up with your other hand to cup his cheek. You didn’t want to say it, but you sensed it already from the moment you walked into the room. Long before you two were married, you and Azriel grew to know each other very well from the inside out. You both were friends long before you fell in love, let alone realizing you were mates. He considered you his better half, the half that was missing most of his life. Up until you came into the picture, Azriel mostly had to rely on his own, sometimes he would rely on Cassian and Rhysand. But most of the time, he was a solo Spymaster.

That changed when you stumbled into his life and shook it up.

“What’s going on, honey?” You asked calmly, feeling him taking in a slow exhale as you both reached each other eyes, “Is it the party?”

“Not at all,” he answered, giving you a reassuring grin, “I quite enjoyed the party,”

“It seems that way, that’s why you’re hiding out here in our baby’s nursery,” You teased lightly, seeing him give a small chuckle and look down at your belly that is between the pair of you. You watched him, not wishing to take your eyes off of him for a moment. He moved your laced hands, taking his hand from yours to place on top of your belly to feel your tight yet soft skin under the dress you were wearing. HIs hand nearly covered the while belly, almost in a protective manner while he was thinking of what to tell you.

“Az, it’s just me,” You reminded him gently, seeing his eyes on your belly with his hand there as you took another step towards him, “Nothing else matters to me than you and what’s going on in that brilliant head of yours,”

He bit his lower lip for a moment, you could see and almost feel those inner walls that were up starting to fall. You could wait all day if you could just to hear what was on his heart, you were one of the fear few that have the privilege of see all of Azriel, both the good and the bad. Cassian and Rhysand were the firsts since they grew up together, then it was Mor because they were close.

The last one was you.

“I know we are prepared to have our child within a month’s time,” Azriel explained his voice sounding so soft as he was expressing this to you, “And I can’t wait to have our child here. My own thoughts, however, are occupied with the notion of me….not being a good enough father.”

Perhaps he heard your heart breaking within your bound, not to mention how big your eyes got as you stood so still in front of him. To think of Axriel having doubts of being a father, even before your child was born, it made your feel so sad and almost broken from the inside and out. You always saw the best within him, even in the moments when he had doubt or negative thoughts that would fester his mind. Yet you saw the goodness and the gift of pure light inside of him, long before you two first got together as a couple and as mates. Bringing him out of that shell that you knew he had over him was hard at time, but it was all worth it to see all the side of Azriel open and free.

“Azriel,” You said in a low tone, moving your other hand to cradle his face to have him look at him as he was still shifting a bit on his feet, “Please look at me, please?”

He poured his eyes into you, having you give him a small smile as you touched the back of his neck near the small hairs there, a gesture of comfort you loved to give him.

“You are going to be an amazing father,” You promised him as his hands rested on your hips, “I know deep down you will be. Our baby is already beyond lucky to have you as father,…but it saddens me to think that—“

“Wait,” He said, seeing you getting a bit worked up from hearing this from him. He moved you, carefully and softly, over to the rocking chair as you kept your eyes on him, “Come sit before you get worked up, honey,”

You moved, feeling him lower you to the chair as he sighed and knelt down in front of you, searching your eyes to see you give him a stare of disbelief and pain. He kissed both of your hands carefully and with love, keeping your laced hands on your lap as he gazed lovingly and longingly at his mate.

“Don’t think for one moment I’m not excited for our child,” He said to you calmly, you sniffing and nodding your head, “I am beyond excited. Ever since you told me you were with child, it’s been the main subject on my mind for months. This is good, and this is what I’ve wanted with you, especially with you,”

“Okay,” You hummed, showing you were following.

“I’m merely worried about how good of a father I will be, if I’ll do a good enough job as a father,” Azriel explained, his eyes looking down at your belly again to make you see the wheels turning in his mind, “If I’ll be anything like…”

You knew who he was talking about. His own childhood was cruel and vicious: his step mother and step brothers were nothing but horrible to him and kept him away from his mother. HIs father was not as much help to the torment he went through, including his step brother giving him the scars along his hands. Thankfully, after being dumbed as a Illryian training camp when he was still a boy, Rhysand, his mother, and Cassian took him and brought him some love that he missed. Yet that childhood was a scar along his backside, deep and jarring like a dull pain he would feel every once in awhile. Maybe he was thinking he would never let that be shown with you when you two became mates.

And now, with a baby on the way.

“Like your father,” You ended for him, seeing him nod his head slowly as you grimaced, “I can tell you for certain you are not like your father. There is so much goodness in you, it outweighs all that you went through as a child. When I see you with Nyx, I see someone who is happy, beyond happy, and someone who loves his nephew with all his heart and soul. I know deep down you’ll be the very same with our own child,”

Azriel was drinking in all you were telling him, still looking a bit unconvinced for a moment as you both were watching one another while the party was still going on without the guests of honor.

“You can’t let the past keep haunting you, Az. Not when I know your future is so bright and waiting for you,” You reminded him, seeing him give you a reassuring smile, “I know the past can hurt, especially yours that brought you nothing but pain and darkness. But I don’t see pain and darkness with the Illryian in front of me, with my best friend and mate. You know what I see?”

He watched, waiting on bated breath for you as you grinned widely, not even hiding the singular tear down your cheek from the emotional wave of love that came in you.

“I see hope,” you whispered with confidence, “Hope that anyone can conquer the tallest of mountains and the deepest of raveens, and you have done that. Your family can see that, I see that, and our little one is going to see and learn what it means to have hope. Okay?”

Azriel nodded, leaning up to kiss you and melt into your arms. You hummed against his lips, arms around his neck while his own arms were around your hips and along your stomach. He was your safe space, from the moment you two met and became close you found peace in his presence. It took you some time to figure out that you were his, seeing his calm demeanor come out when you two spoke or were around one another. He felt at ease with you, something he confessed he never had with another for centuries.

So for you two to bringing a child into the world seemed like the last piece you both needed to be feel full and connected as one. There was no doubt in your mind that Azriel was going to be an excellent father to this child, or any others you might have in the future. Maybe you would have one more, or perhaps two to three. But for now, your one child was all you both could ever dream or wish for.

“Of all the beings to be mated to, to have a child with, I am profoundly lucky to have you to share my life with,” Azriel hummed against your lips, making you grin as he kept talking, “And our daughter is lucky too,”

You chuckled as you pulled away from his chasing lips, raising an eyebrow at him, “You’re still convinced we’re having a girl?”

“I know we are,” He replied in confident, rubbing the top of your belly with his fingertips. As if on contact and on cue, the baby kicked hard against his touch. You both looked in shock, Azriel grinned widely and pointing to the same spot where your baby kicked, “Our daughter agrees.”

The nursery door knocked, you both looked to see it was Elaine poking her head in. She was grinning from the site, You perched at the rocking chair and Azriel kneeling in front of you with his hands caressing your stomach.

“I thought I would find the pair of you in here!” She said in a light manner, “Am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” Azriel replied to her calmly, his smile was back on his face and the feelings of fear and hesitance were gone now, “We just needed a break together.”

“That’s what I told the others!” Elaine hummed in agreement, “But Mor wants to have you two open the presents. Maybe.... maybe we can do it in here since you’re already sitting and comfortable,”

Before you could protest, Azriel got up from his spot in front of you, smoothing out his shirt and pants, “That’s a wonderful idea, Elaine. Let’s get the boys to bring the presents in here, and some water for my mate, if you don’t mind please,”

“Already on it!” Elaine was already out the door before you could protest. Azriel beamed at you when it was just the pair of you again, leaning over to kiss your cheek and run his fingers over your belly one more time. You felt it though his bond that all was well again, that his mind was back to the present and not with uneasiness or uncertainty.

“You just sit here and look ravishing as I get the presents,” He hummed against your cheek, you nuzzling into him for a brief moment before he looked at you in the eyes again. You even saw the change in his hazel eyes, the look of love and happiness was back as they should be, and your heart was full to see Azriel back to his normal self again.

“I love you,” you said to him in breath.

“I love you more,” he vowed, kissing your head and moving out of the room within moment. You leaned back in your chair, letting the moment of love and peace fill the room one again. Drinking in the notion that your family will grow from two to three within a month, the moments of having Azriel all to yourself would be out the window. But that didn’t feel you with dread, mostly with joy and the never ending sensation of hope that your family will always be filled with what Azriel never had.

Pure love.

And two months later, Azriel was perched in the very rocking chair with your infant daughter named Hope swaddled in his arms. He sang her an old lullaby, her dark hair seen and her nose from her father evident against the green blanket. Azriel’s heart was beyond full and overflowing, never seeing anything else just as beautiful apart from his mate.

The End.

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sofoulandfairaday · 7 months

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Hello! I absolutely love your Delphini headcanons, I feel like her character in the Cursed Child did such an injustice to both Voldemort and Bellatrix >:/

If you don't mind, can you do a pt 2 about Delphini in an AU where the Lestranges and Voldemort live/win + raise her to be just as amazing!!

Hi! Thank you for the ask, anon ❤️

I'm glad you like them, since she's a character I personally really disliked in the play (not even her as a person, but she's just so horribly written- TCC as a whole makes me cringe so bad).

For reference, they are talking about this post especially and also this one about her conception & birth and this one too (for good measure).

Warning: anon, I know you want fluff. But you're not getting it from me, I'm an angsty bitch, and the following is angst.

So. The only way I can see Voldemort wanting for a child is for his own personal gain, to have a backup plan in case his body fails. A sort of dark magic experiment. Perhaps he knew his time in his own body was limited (and he did go for the Stone first).

Boy or girl, the sex of the baby doesn't matter to him, it's just a body, just a clump of organs and cells and blood and power - do not get attached, Bellatrix.

She tries to obey his commands but fails miserably the more time she spends with the child, which is more than you'd think, seeing as she's been punished and put under house arrest.

Bellatrix's desire for a little boy, a little Master, one who actually loves her, is indescribable. Voldemort is the one who would prefer a girl. He gets his wish.

The Battle of Hogwarts is somehow won. How? I'll go ahead and say that Draco never disarmed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, ergo Snape was the Master of the Elder Wand, ergo Voldemort manages to kill Harry, but all his Horcruxes are destroyed, Nagini included. As for Bella, deus-ex-machina doesn't work here, so she defeats Molly.

Narcissa did still lie, so the three Malfoys are sooo fucked.

Rodolphus and Rabastan both live. The latter goes down a spiral of hedonism in Ibiza, the former is just so done. In the last year, he escaped from Azkaban and was promptly shot out of the sky, was publicly cucked, his Gringotts' Vault was broken into and he has now been through a battle to the death in his former high school. Little Cissy, who he's known since he was a child, was killed before his very eyes and his wife is hiding her obvious pain and betrayal.

As for the relationship between Bellatrix and Rodolphus, I can see a few things happening. In this AU, I feel like Voldemort would ultimately make Bella his official concubine. I accept a variety of headcanons on what happens next because I ultimately accept a variety of different (conflicting) views on what the Lestranges' marriage is like.

(1) Nothing changes. He's still her husband, whether he still loves her or not (and I think he does). He stays with her because of the position & power her closeness to Voldemort grants him.

This, I feel, depends on whether or not she is allowed to share his bed, how possessive you think Voldemort is (and his whole relationship to sex & intimacy), and Bellatrix's own ambitions. If she sees the option to be seen as a wife to the Dark Lord, even if not in name, she would take it. But I don't think Voldemort would ever grant her that, so in turn Bellatrix wouldn't let go of the title of Madame Lestrange that easily. Rodolphus can sleep with other people, but can't get rid of her, especially of his own volition.

Or maybe she's just greedy. Rodolphus wants a divorce because he wants an heir of his own and a wife he can sleep with and she goes "Nope, nu-uh, too bad", and tells herself it's not because she deep down needs his love.

(2) They get amicably divorced and are still friends/have a good relationship. Bella has lost both her sisters now, and Voldemort is still Voldemort.

This happens especially if he wants children of his own. But realistically, I think he just starts pestering Rabastan until he gets married (“To a woman, Rab, a WOMAN!”) and has little Lestranges to carry on the family name.

Delphi has her mother's eyes. Dark, and entrancing. Rodolphus wants to hate her, he really does, but he cannot bring himself to. She's the spitting image of little Bella, and looking at her is bittersweet.

I think he avoids her in the beginning (this also depends on Rod's characterization - whether he doesn't care about children and never wanted them, or he desperately wished he'd have one with Bella - the answer exists on a spectrum).

But Bellatrix and Voldemort are not parents of the year. Also, they have such a unique relationship, one so unhealthy and all-encompassing, that it shuts out the rest of the world, their daughter included. And Rod can't help but feel bad for this lonely girl.

The really tragic thing is that - and I'm sorry but this is the truth, and it sucks - Bellatrix would never love her daughter more than she loves the Dark Lord. This knowledge is a trauma factory in itself, but to make matters worse, this child's father is Voldemort, who has no concept of what selflessness and selfless love are. Since Rodolphus is clearly the most emotionally intelligent of the three (the bar is low), some part of his dark little heart must recognize this.

Also, the Dark Lord is a man with a plan. He has no more Horcruxes left, he needs another one. Guess who?

The downside to this is that he needs to anchor his child to life - no matter, she is just an extension of him, after all. Children being their own people? Nah. - but more importantly this means he's paranoid now. More than he was before. His soul is so unstable that he cannot make new Horcruxes, Delphi is his last one, so he needs to protect her with all that he has.

When she's a child, she doesn't see him much. She lives a sheltered life, with her mother who loves her very much and gives her as much affection as she can, but who ultimately follows the Dark Lord around like a puppy, and Uncle Rod. Uncle Rod is the only reason this poor girl's childhood even resembles a childhood.

She isn't allowed friends, and Papa (Voldemort cringes every time he hears this, and teaches her to call him My Lord, the way your mother does when she's about five) won't allow anyone near her.

He's also very particular about her health, and her studies. He gets updates on how her magic is manifesting (violently; Delphi is immensely powerful) and decides he will teach her personally when she turns seven.

He demands she spend her days training and studying: grammar, math, history, the basics of potion-making; her mother insists that she learn her ancestry (the whole of the Black Family, and the Gaunts, and even some Lestranges, for good measure), Abraxan riding, the basics of etiquette (I hated it too, Delphini, but that's not a good enough reason for you to conduct yourself like a savage!, while Rodolphus shakes his head incredulously, wishing Druella was there to hear it). Rod teaches her how to dance and wants to teach her Quidditch, but both Bella and the Dark Lord grumble what a waste of time, so he settles on teaching her how to fly a broom (Voldemort still grumbles because he can fly without a broom and will eventually teach Delphi to do the same, but Bella is mollified and allows it).

Her flying lessons with her father (she can get away with calling him her father and takes advantage of that) are some of her most cherished memories, actually. He has granted no one else this honour, not even her mother. (She doesn't know about Snape and no one ever mentions him anymore, so...)

Bella gives her her very first magic lessons, when she's seven or eight, but soon grows bored with it (powerful as Delphi is she needs to start from the most basic Wingardium Leviosas, spells that Bella now performs nonverbally and wandlessly, without even thinking about it, and revisiting the movements and theory behind them bores her to tears). She leaves it to her father who - surprisingly - has much more patience than she does.

He was her teacher too, after all.

By the time Delphi is 11, she could sit a Charms N.E.W.T. and pass with flying colours, and she's very good at Transfiguration too.

Voldemort sees no reason for her to ever go to Hogwarts.

Are you surprised? I bet you are.

After all, Hogwarts was his first and best home, the only place he ever felt was his own, the best experience of his life. I doubt he loved anyone or anything as much as he loved Hogwarts, the symbol of being a wizard to him. Denying anyone that experience, especially his own daughter, reads as an unspeakable cruelty. But he's never said he wasn't cruel. Granting her that - fundamental, wonderful, life-changing -experience would be selfless, it would be the right thing to do.

But Delphi is his Horcrux, his key to immortality, and quite plainly... his. He doesn't give a flying fuck that she has very few social skills, no friends, has no idea how to talk to people her own age. He doesn't trust her to meet other people, to make connections, to fall in love, basically to be exposed to anything that might turn her against him, or endanger her (him).

Being a manipulative bastard, he tells a tantrum-throwing Delphi that she can choose: go to Hogwarts and spend seven years revisiting stuff she already knows, surrounded by people who aren't worthy to lick her boots, and I cannot deny how disappointed I would be, Delphini (and this just ends the conversation because Delphi would kill herself before actively choosing to disappoint her father) or she can finally come and live with Bellatrix and him, and they will teach her the Dark Arts and whatever else she wants. Most of all, it's the promise they'll be there, that she'll have as much access to them as she wants.

By the time she's an adult, she's much more powerful than Bellatrix ever was. (And I won't lie to you, Bella doesn't particularly love this.) But still, she cannot beat her father. What sets them apart is the source of their power. Delphi, despite the ache she feels for her parents' love and affection, was born coddled and cared for. Her mother especially would never shut up about how she was a literal princess, royalty, the heir of Slytherin, etc. She never had to fight for it. She didn't hear bombs falling on London, didn't starve in a cold orphanage in the East End, was never tied to a bed and exorcised as the Devil's spawn- she was never truly hungry.

For all that they can teach her, they cannot make her ambitious. If she had gone to Hogwarts, she would have still been a Slytherin, based on her heritage and values, but she is nothing like her parents, character-wise. Bellatrix fought against the contraints of her society and her gender, Voldemort fought against his blood status and his fear of death.

The source of conflict in Delphi's story, on the other hand, is the family dynamics between the three of them. (You can make them as horrifying as you want, there is really no limit to the worst, as we say in Italy).

Delphi was born in the cage, loves the cage, and doesn't want to be free. If anything, she wants to be pulled further into it. I think there would be some sort of weird rivalry there, between her and Bella, for Voldemort's affections because they really are that scarce. But it would also come wrapped in a thick layer of guilt - what mother hates their daughter when she is overshadowed? What kind of daughter hates the only parent that actually loves her?

(Voldemort doesn't even realize he pits them against each other, half the time. He does that to people, it's almost subconscious now.)

She's deeply alone, by design, and only wants to be close to her mom and (especially) her dad. That is literally the only character trait she has in that dammned play, so I'll keep that as part of her personality.

Voldemort definitely did that on purpose. And as soon as he finally notices tensions rise between her and Bellatrix (I think Delphi's teenage years were even more rebellious than Bellatrix's) he puts a stop to it immediately - if you drive the girl away from me, from us, Bella, I will make you pay personally.

I can see Delphi running away from home and getting into trouble because of her complete lack of awareness on how the world actually works, begging (through the Dark Mark or whatever else) her father to come rescue her, and Tom (who obviously watches from afar, to make sure his Horcrux isn't truly destroyed) saying no, deal with it. She gets out of most of it because of her immense power, but these brushes with real life leave her rattled.

Can you imagine a boy trying to hit on her?

If he knows who she is, she can never truly trust him: they're all trying to curry favour with her father (it's possibly the worst way ever to do so- trying to take something from him). If he doesn't, her absolute lack of social skills and general arrogance put a dent in her physical attractiveness. (She is a beautiful girl; after all, her parents are Tom Riddle and Bellatrix Black.)

Delphi is more powerful than Bellatrix, her position in society is higher than Bellatrix's and still, her father trusts her mother more than her.

By the way, no, she isn't his named heir, she isn't the commander of his armies or anything of the sort. Voldemort does not share power, that's the whole point of his character. The Minister is still a puppet minister, he is the commander of his own armies, and Bella is a close second.

She also doesn't make that many public appearances; people know of her by now, but they aren't granted access - the image of Nagini, his last Horcrux, in that magical cage resonates with me. It takes years before the war is truly over.

She grows up to be a wonderfully intriguing mix of arrogance and insecurity. Much like Bella, she grows up with the burden of being told she was destined for greatness because of her blood, her family, and not because she herself is great. Unlike Bella, Voldemort has no intention of setting her free, not even in the half-hearted way he does Bellatrix (guys, as much as we love them, she is very much his slave, however willing, in canon). She's the ultimate girlboss: beautiful, smart, powerful... 2/10 personality.

You can do what you want with her story from here onwards. One more tragic than the other. Or you can give them a happy ending, provided that Voldemort's brave new world knows what therapy is.

I don't think this is what you wanted, anon, but alas it's what I genuinely think would happen. Delphi's """"character traits""" in the play are her cunning (that she developed to survive, and that she wouldn't necessarily need in a world where she grows up a pureblood princess), her loneliness and the bone-deep need she feels for her parents' love. Since she wouldn't be herself without those... yup. This is my view.

(Sorry.)

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