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|| Mommy and Daddy are having a fight. ||

!! Warning: cursing, other languages with translation, tension under cut !!

Virgil and you have been married for 13 years now. But one day you saw something that wasnt yours, his or your guys's children.

"Good morning lieverd!" He says with his deep morning voice. "Goede morgen schat" you say has you turn yourself around, kissing his bare shoulder. (Good morning babe)

You get off bed and put on a sweater and shorts. You go downstairs and hear the tv running in the background. You go to living room and see your both beautiful children.

"Mama! Mogen we alsjeblieft iets eten?" Nila says while running up to you and hug you. You pick her up and kiss her. (Mom! Could we please get something to eat?)

"Tuurlijk schatjes. Wat willen jullie?" You asked them while putting Nila down. (Of course sweethearts. What do you two want?)

"Pannekoeken!" Jadi answered from the living room. "Okay!" You said back. (Pancakes!)

You went to the kitchen to prepare the pancakes. You heard Virgil coming down. You heard the kids running as well.

"Papa!" You heard the two yell while hugging Virgil's leg. (Daddy!)

"Hey lieverds! Wat doen jullie hier al beneden?" Virgil picks the two off them up and came to the kitchen. (Hey darlings! What are you two doing here already?)

"Mama gaat pannekoeken maken voor ons! Wil je ook pannekoeken papa?" Nadi asked Virgil. So sweet. She always had manners, she got it from her mommy! (Mommy is gonna make some pancakes for us! Do you want some panecakes too daddy?)

"Mama haar pannekoeken zijn altijd wel lekker! Ja hoor ik wil er ook wel een paar." Virgil answers Nali while putting them down to kiss you. (Mommy her pancakes are always delicious! And yes ill take some panecakes."

"Babe, put on a shirt. Its so cold. I dont want you to get sick." You said while cleaning the kitchen counter and putting the pancakes, sugar, siroop and plates on the table.

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You go and clean your room. While picking up clothes you see a bra under the pile of Virgil's clothes. It was a blue laced bra. You dont wear blue bra's. Your shocked, tears filling up your eyes. You pick it up and put it somewhere. You go back to cleaning and putting the clothes in your washing machine.

There he was. The skumbag. You ignored him. Not even looking at him.

"Hey baby. Its sunday. Come downstairs and relax." He says while laying on the bed. "Jadi and Nali really want to see you and watch a movie with them!" He said and your heart skips a beat. You were so angry. All you wanted to do is ignore Virgil and be left alone. But you couldnt say no to your own children. You throw everything aside. Trying to hint at him that your angry. But he didnt notice. You go downstairs and see that they are already watching the movie. 'Pim & Pom: Het Grote Avontuur' the movie.

It was a cute movie but you've already seen it 100x because your two girls love it so much. You go and sit next to them and cuddle them. You heard Virgil coming. And your heart starts to beat faster. Virgil come and sit next to you and puts his arm around you and the girls. You try to nudge him away. But didnt really work.

After the movie you leave and go back upstairs. You lay in bed and your still thinking about that bra you found. You feel a few tears roll down your face. You wipe them away and scroll on your phone.

You hear the bedroom door open and hear virgil talking about something. You wont listen.

"Y/n, wat is er? Je luistert niet eens naar me." He says while tapping on your shoulders. (Y/n, whats wrong? Your not even listening to me.)

You finally snap and say "Virgil alsjeblieft speel niet so dom godverdomme!" You sit straight up facing him. His smile fades away. (Virgil please dont play stupid god damnit.)

"What are you talking about?" He asked when you get out off bed.

You are searching for that blue laced bra you've found. There it was. You throw it to him.

"This is what im fucking talking about!" You say while your voice breaks and your eyes are filled up with tears. Still standing there as if you didnt care.

His pupils shrink while he looks at the bra. His eyes widened, lips pressed against each other and his forehead covered in sweat.

"Am i that boring? Really Virgil? You needed to fuck another bitch?" You try to say. But your voice is almost gone.

"No i-" he stuttered.

"After 13 fucking years being married to each other. We have 2 beautiful girls. Do you even care about them? And still you pull this stunt off." Almost incoherent. Then you bawl your eyes out.

He just looks at you and sighs. Knowing fucking well he fucked everything up. No fixing up.

"A sigh? Is that your response to all of this? I felt safe with you. You were my home. You were my happy place. You were the person i trusted. Virgil you were my number one in everything. I thought you understood me. I... I dont even know what to say anymore. Just fuck you Virgil." You say while pointing at him and crying. Your heart is torn apart.

"Im sorry Y/n. I dont know why i did it." He says while tears are streaming down his face.

"I need to go. I cant be around you anymore. Im gonna stay at a hotel or something. I just cant stand looking at you anymore. I just cant stand you at all anymore." You say while getting a bag and shoving everything you could fit in it.

You go downstairs and put on your shoes and jacket. You heard Virgil running behind you. Tears streaming down both off your guys's faces.

Nali came and asked both of you. "Mama, papa! Waarom huilen jullie? Mama waarom doe je je schoenen aan? En je jas? Wat ga je doen? Mag ik mee?" While hugging my leg. (Mommy, daddy! Why are you crying? Mommy, why are you putting on your shoes? And your coat? What are you going to do? Can I come with you?)

You bend down to Nali. "Nee schat sorry je mag niet mee. Mama een papa hebben een ruzie. Mama gaat effe weg. Papa, Jadi een jij blijven hier. Ik hou van jou en Jadi! Echt waar! Mama komt in een paar dagen weer terug! Ik zal papa bellen een vragen ofdat ik met jullie kan praten! Ik hou zo veel van jullie!" You say while giving Nali a forehead kiss. (No, honey, sorry you can't come. Mommy and daddy are having a fight. Mommy is going away. Daddy, Jadi and you stay here. I love you and Jadi! truly! Mommy will be back in a few days! I'll call daddy and ask if I can talk to both of you! I love you so much!)

You look at Virgil, his eyes already red from crying. You go and take you car keys and go up to Jadi. You kiss her goodbye. You walk out and go in your car. You sob in your car. You search for the closest hotel near your house and drive off.

Bro i even got emotional at a point i could even write for 10 minutes 🥹. Tiktok is @virgilcentral

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talialovesmiw · 7 months

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PORCELAIN

THIS TAKES PLACE DURING AND AFTER CHAPTER 4 OF WSFYPTU. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ WSFYPTU, IT IS SUGGESTED THAT YOU READ IT SO YOU CAN HAVE AN IDEA OF WHAT’S GOING ON. LINK TO MY INSTAGRAM WILL BE POSTED WHERE YOU CAN FIND THE CHAPTERS! 🙂

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THE MOTIONLESS IN WHITE SONG, ‘PORCELAIN’ AND CONTAINS LYRICS FROM THE SONG

Link to my instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd_JIw8LWXC/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS GRAPHIC AND INCLUDES CURSING, VIOLENCE, MURDER, BLOOD AND DEATH. IF ANY OF THIS UPSETS YOU, I DO NOT SUGGEST THAT YOU READ THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Magenta had been waiting patiently for a couple of days for a special package to arrive. Prior to this, she had seen a commercial for Linkin Pony plushies. Obviously, she had to have one. How could she not? It was a plush of a band member she had idolized ever since she was a filly. Of course she had chosen the Hyper Blitz plush. She had looked up to him for years now. He had brought her so much comfort through his music. Magenta had always wanted to be like him. She wrote songs and did vocal covers because of Hyper and Linkin Pony. Getting slightly anxious of when her plush would arrive, Magenta paced around in a circle by the front door a few times before pressing her hooves against a window, looking slightly frustrated.

“Come on, where is it?” She muttered in a slight impatient tone. Her eyes scanned the outside a couple of times before she heard a knock on the door.

“Finally!” She exclaimed, gasping excitedly. She quickly ran to her door and levitated the package inside with her pink magic. The door slammed as she trotted to her room with the floating package. Meanwhile, her mother, Plum hooves, had been in the distance, watching with a look of confusion mixed with irritation. What had the burden of which she called a daughter been up to? She was going to find out.

“Oh my Celestia! This is so perfect!,” Magenta joyfully screeched, holding the Hyper Blitz plushie with her magic.

“This is the cutest plushie ever!”

Magenta couldn’t help but have the widest smile on her face. She squeezed the stuffed toy between her front legs, squeezing her brown eyes shut and smiling hard. The soft texture of the toy brought her great comfort and peace. It was something she needed, badly.

‘This is so comforting..’ She thought to herself as she opened her eyes to stare. Then, a depressing thought occurred to her, dulling the moment.

‘This is probably the closest I’ll ever get to hugging Hyper Blitz…’ She stood up and looked down and away, gently placing the new plush on her bed. Trying to remain positive, a more hopeful thought came to mind.

‘Maybe one day, I’ll be able to actually hug him, and thank him for all that he’s done..’ An image of Magenta hugging Hyper Blitz appeared in her mind, causing the young mare to giggle a little, and ook away with a slight blush tinting her freckled cheeks. Meeting Hyper had always been a big dream for Magenta. Who wouldn’t want to meet the pony who had gotten her through the most difficult times? The pony who had played a role in getting her cutie mark. The pony who had inspired Magenta to do what she loved most. The pony who had saved her. She wanted to thank him for all of that and more. Without Hyper and Linkin Pony, who knows where Magenta would be in life.

‘That would be the best day of my life,’

The realization shortly kicked in however. What were the chances she’d ever meet the band anyway? It was highly unlikely since Linkin Pony didn’t tour very much in her town. Even then, her mother would never let her attend the concert. Plum Hooves hated the band. She thought they were a waste of time, a bad influence on Magenta. It was humorous, really. The one pony who’d abused Magenta the 18 years she had been alive, just for the way that she was. A blue unicorn, a blue unicorn that had looked exactly like the pony she detested the most, her mother. Sighing and looking down away again, Magenta’s happy thoughts slowly faded.

‘Wishful thinking won’t get me anywhere…’ Magenta glanced at her computer that sat atop her desk, ‘I should upload the song that Acoustic finished editing for me.’

Magenta had owned a PonyTube account, Rainy Covers, where she had recorded song covers of her favorite bands, such as Linkin Pony and Motionless in Pony. She had a pretty decent following on there which had provided some of her money. She also had an art social media, Rainy Artwork, where she had made fanarts and pieces for said favorite bands. She had a good following there as well, which allowed her to make commissions for ponies who had enjoyed her artwork and the bands that her followers had enjoyed with her.

She was very grateful for the income that her talents brought her. It gave her hope that maybe, just maybe, her mother was wrong about her. Maybe she could fulfill her dreams of being a singer. When Magenta was 12, she got her cutie mark. A microphone and pencil crossed each other, forming an X. When she had gotten her cutie mark, Magenta had hopes that her mother would finally be proud of her, she finally had a purpose! Right?....

….Quite the opposite. Plum Hooves had thought art and singing were useless talents, therefore making Magenta even more worthless in her eyes. She had screamed at Magenta, calling her “worthless”, and a stupid little disgrace. That made Plum Hooves resent her daughter even more than she already had. Her abuse towards Magenta had only gotten worse from there, turning more physical, the insults becoming more cruel…more hurtful. Magenta had been old enough to understand for a while now that her mother didn’t love her, and everything that Plum did to her just hurt more and more as she got older.

Magenta walked over to her computer and went to her emails. She saw that her dear friend, Acoustic Note, had sent her the edited song that was ready to be uploaded to PonyTube. Acoustic Note had been Magenta’s best friend since they were young. They both shared a love for the same bands and for making music. They decided to create the PonyTube account together where they would make song covers for their favorite bands. Acoustic Note was very talented. She knew how to sing, play guitar and keyboard, and was an excellent editor. The two had big dreams of forming a band together one day, they just wanted to wait for the right time.

“Good, Acoustic sent me the video,” She went to upload it on the PonyTube account. She tapped her hoove on the desk, waiting to see how long the video would take to upload. Finally, the screen revealed that it would take TWO HOURS to upload the cover. Magenta let out a frustrated sigh.

“Shit..” She muttered to herself. She glanced over to her microphone stand, and an idea popped into her head,

“Hm? Maybe I could record a couple of song covers in the meantime…” Yes! That was a good idea! Magenta did need to record anyway, and now was the perfect opportunity! Magenta trotted over to her setup and lifted the microphone with her magic, looking down at it, ideas of what songs she could cover. She knew that Acoustic would be cool with anything, so the choices were endless.”

“What song could I do first?” She asked herself as she stared at the microphone. Before she could figure that out, her bedroom door slammed open. Magenta turned quickly in shock and surprise, making the microphone drop from the pink magic with a loud thud.

“Holy Hell!” She shouted in surprise, moved the door, looking to who had slammed the wooden door open. Her eyes instantly were filled with dread and fear when she saw who it was. Her mother. She gulped as her mother walked up to her, a familiar angry expression written on the magenta pegasus’s face. Magenta got an uneasy feeling of what might come next. A lecture of the non-existent mess in her room? A demand to go to the store for ingredients needed for Plum Hoove’s baking business? Yelling at her just because? She knew she would get yelled at for something at some point in the day, it was an everyday occurrence she just never knew when she would get yelled at.

“Why the hell aren’t you doing something productive?” Plum asked with irritation and anger in her voice, “You’re always in here! Do your housework for once! Stop being so useless and lazy!” she shouted at the sky unicorn, watching her flinch at the loud tone of her voice. Magenta hated yelling, it had caused quite an amount of emotional trauma. Of course Plum didn’t care though. She felt nothing but resentment and hatred towards her daughter. She felt no love or care for her. She didn’t even feel love towards her younger son, Emerald Stone. Sure, he wasn’t a blue unicorn like his sister, he was a yellow pegasus. Though Emerald didn’t get anything close to the torment Magenta went through, Plum was more so…indifferent to him. Plum never truly loved anyone, really. She was only interested in a pony when she knew they would be of use or provide benefit to her. Once they were no longer of use, she would become cold and heartless to said pony. She only kept her children around for the benefits she would receive for them, and besides, she could have them do her deliveries, run errands for her! She would never have to do a thing besides the baking and long distance deliveries.

Magenta looked up at her mother before taking a deep breath. She knew she would be arguing with her mother regardless of what she said. “I already finished my housework, and I was about to record some song covers and upload them to PonyTube. Then I have to deliver some commissions.”

Plum’s face scrunched up with annoyance and frustration again. She turned away from Magenta and scoffed. “When are you going to learn that music and art won’t get you anywhere in life?!” She started, “Nobody will enjoy it!”

Those words upset Magenta. She knew that what Plum said wasn’t true. So many of the artists and content creators that existed had gained success, so it wasn’t impossible for Magenta either. She stepped forward with a look mixed with disappointment, frustration and sadness.

“That’s not true! I have a following for both my song covers and my art! They’ve helped me make money from my work!”

Plum knitted her brows and squinted her eyes at her, “It’s pity, you fool! PITY.” She spat. She opened her feathery wings and flew upward to one of Magenta’s LINKIN PONY posters and looked down at Magenta with a glare, “These Linkin Ponies of yours are a stupid, bad influence! They’re good for nothing, just like you!” She spat coldly. Suddenly, she got closer to the poster, putting her hoove on the edge of the poster, “You wanna know what I think of this crap?” She asked before grabbing the poster.

A look of terror spread across Magenta’s face, terrified of what was to come, “Wait, what are you doing?!” She shouted in terror, reaching her front leg out, begging Plum to not do what she was about to do. Plum didn’t listen…She started to tear apart the poster, ripping it to shreds.

“NO!”

Plum then moved on to all the other posters and artwork Magenta had bought and created. A lot of work went into some of the pictures and posters, and lots of money had now been wasted on the discarded pictures.

“Mom stop please!” Magenta cried out as she reached her hoove out, tears streaming down her face as she begged the pegasus to stop, but it was to no avail. Shards of papers and posters fell to the ground as Magenta watched in horror.

The magenta pegasus flew back down to the ground, seemingly pleased with her work. She turned to leave and started for the door, but not before turning her head to Magenta with an ice cold stare, “This will teach you to actually be useful for once in your pathetic life.” She muttered, but clear enough to be heard. Plum then turned back and left her daughter’s room, slamming the door.

Magenta stared in shock and horror at what was now a room filled with posters, art, and papers destroyed and scattered on the floor, some of the shreds still falling. Her eyes filled with more tears as they scanned the room, twitching as she fell to the ground, sobbing violently. She shut her eyes and covered her face as she cried. Magenta could take the insults, degrading comments and horrible looks. Hell, she could even take the physical abuse. She had grown so used to it, that she was practically numb to it all. This however, destroying the things that brought her comfort, peace and happiness…that was the last straw. Magenta’s only source of pure joy was ruined. Songs, posters, fanart…it was destroyed by the one who was supposed to protect her. Magenta knew that she was close to her breaking point for a while now, the thoughts and voices in her head couldn’t get much too much louder, right?

‘Destroy the one who destroyed your happiness.’

‘What?...’

That voice…it had been in her mind for as long as she could remember. It had only grew stronger with every single thing Plum had done to Magenta.

‘You heard me. Why should she get to be happy and get to go on living her life when she KNOWS she ruined your source of happiness?!’ It had a point. Why should Magenta have to keep being miserable while her mother got to keep being happy knowing she tortured her child? But…murder?...

‘I don’t think I could ever bring myself to take a life from another…it’s…it’s not right!’

‘Neither is abuse to an innocent, dumbass! Think about it…all your life, you have taken torment from someone who is supposed to love, protect, nourish and support you, but instead, she abuses and assaults you because of the way you look, something you have no control over! You didn’t choose to be a blue unicorn, right?’

‘.....’

‘That’s right. You know I’m correct. The only way to be at peace now is TO KILL THAT BITCH. How else do you expect to be happy?’

‘But…what if I get caught? Dad isn’t fit to take care of Emerald by himself! He’s been emotionally gone ever since I was little, all he does is just go to work and take mom’s crap…I…I can’t put him through that!’

‘It’s bad enough he has that DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT as a mother, It won’t be long until his abuse gets worse. You’ll be doing him a favor. Come on Magenta, you know you’ve thought about this for a long time now.’

It was true, Magenta had contemplated that thought for some time now, but she never thought she had it in her. She was afraid of what would happen to her little brother. He was only 8 after all. They had a close relationship, and Magenta didn’t want to lose her brother because she was selfish.

‘It’s not selfish if you’re protecting him, right? Just run away when you’re done. Run far, far away. Who needs that EVIL LITTLE WRETCH like Plum Hooves anyway, right?’ The voice spit, and it only grew louder as Magenta tried to tune it out, but she was cracking. ‘KILL HER MAGENTA! YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE JUST ABOUT TO BREAK, I CAN FEEL IT. MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND JUST END HER! YOU’LL JUST BE PROVING HER POINT OF YOU BEING WORTHLESS IF YOU DON’T.” The tears had only come down faster as her thoughts raced with different outcomes, ‘DO IT. PROVE YOU AREN’T WORTHLESS!’

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It was late into the night now. Everyone was asleep soundly in their beds. Except for Magenta. Her eyes were fixated on a sharp kitchen knife that laid next to her, glistening as bright as Princess Luna’s moon and stars, even in the almost pitch black bedroom. All the shreds of paper and posters were still on the ground, not being moved even once from which they laid. Magenta’s horn had glowed a soft pink light to illuminate her room ever so slightly. She wasn’t tired, at least…not physically.

‘I know you’re tired sweet Magenta…why don’t you finally give yourself the peace you DESERVE?...’ The voice purred. Magenta slowly took the knife into her hoof, and stared at it for what seemed like hours. Her eyes no longer had a sparkle in them like they did before, they were cold, unfeeling and dead. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, mentally confirming her decision. She exhaled slowly, took the knife with her magic, and stood up. She knew what she was going to do now.

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God knows I tried, but broken I bow to the beast inside…

Magenta slowly started walking towards the door, her hooves tapping ever so lightly as she approached the door. Her face was written with numbness, but she knew she would be free soon.

Covered my tracks, but couldn’t swallow my pride…

She opened the door silently, and glanced around for a few moments before she stepped out quietly, now knowing the cost was clear.

As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin…

Magenta slowly started making her way down the hallway of her home. Was she content with her decision? She wasn’t entirely sure yet. What she did know however, was that if she didn’t do something fast, things would only continue to get worse. She had given in to her thoughts.

I held a wrecking ball and you were porcelain…

Magenta passed by a window and glanced at it. She saw her reflection and stopped for a moment. What she saw made her breath hitch slightly. All that stared back was a numb, broken soul that looked like it was crying out for help on the inside, just aching to break free.

An altered state, sometimes I even scare myself…

Magenta turned her head away quickly, a slight look of fear written on her face. She took a deep breath in, before lifting her hoof, ‘Am I really making the right decision? What’s going to happen next?...Maybe I shouldn’t do this…’

Is it too late to question fate?...

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted, ‘Quit being such a goddamn coward Magenta! Are you really that useless?! You can’t back down now!’ The voice echoed harshly, taking Magenta by surprise, and making her hold her in pain with the lifted hoof. Tears filled her eyes, was she really a coward? Was she really useless? Magenta crouched down and hugged her back legs, shoving her face into them, a few tears slowly came down her cheeks. She didn’t know what to do with herself. ‘So now you’re gonna cry, huh? That’s all you’re good for, crying. Pathetic.’

And hope is fleeting, still tethered to this grim divergence of my being. I can’t stop the bleeding…

Magenta pulled herself up from off the floor, sniffling slightly. She turned back to face her reflection, this time, a look of anger and determination on her face, “I’m not weak.” She muttered angrily, as if trying to shut the voice up. She knew it would never leave her be, even if she ended Plum. She was going to put a stop to the main source of her suffering, even if it meant she would hate herself for the rest of her life.

I can barely stand myself…

‘That’s what I thought.’

God knows I tried, but broken I bow to the beast inside

Magenta ignored the voice this time. She turned, and made her way to the stairs, being careful to not wake her brother.

Covered my tracks, but couldn’t swallow my pride.

Just as Magenta went to go downstairs, she heard a door creak open, making her freeze

As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin…

Tiny footsteps made their way towards Magenta. She recognized those footsteps anywhere. She swallowed hard as she heard his sweet little voice…“Magenta?..” Emerald’s soft voice asked as walked to her quietly.

I held a wrecking ball and you were porcelain….

Porcelain….

“Em…what are you doing out of bed? It’s after 2 am..” She whispered as the colt was now only a few feet from her. She had used a simple spell to make the knife invisible, she did not want Emerald to know anything. He looked up at her with curiosity and a slight tinge of worry.

“I think I heard you crying a minute ago…I don’t like when you’re sad sis! What happened?” The yellow pegasus asked with concern. Oh, Emerald was always so sweet and caring. It made Magenta’s heart crack a little.

I saw your face, but it couldn’t save me. I fell from grace, and I cracked your smile.

“Oh, that? Um….I hit my hoof real hard by accident! No biggie!” Magenta said, putting on a smile. Emerald may have been just a child, but he knew something was wrong. He stepped closer to his sister, and stretched his yellow wing out to touch Magenta’s hoove.

“Are…are you sure sis? You look sad, not hurt…We..we can talk if you wanna! I’m not tired anyway..” Emerald said with hope in his voice, a sad smile on his face. Magenta just chuckled a little, and hung her head with a defeated look.

Don’t rescue me, I can’t escape it…

“I’m okay buddy, thanks though…” She said as she looked back up at her little brother, a small smile on her face. She put her hoof on him gently and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to remember something for me, okay?” She asked, waiting patiently for a response.

Ravenously, feed my feral mind…

The look in Magenta’s eyes made Emerald a little uneasy, but he looked back at her and nodded. She took a deep breath before continuing, “No matter what happens in this life, I love you. I always will. Never, ever forget that for me, okay?” She stated, trying not to let her voice crack. She wanted him to be strong for her.

We bend before we break

“I-I love you too, sis. What are you telling me this for?” He asked with confusion. She smiled softly at him before standing up,

“Don’t worry about it. Go to sleep, okay? I’ve…got something to do,” She stated, her tone becoming more cold at the end. Emerald frowned as she walked down the stairs quietly. What was his sister up to?

God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside…

Magenta reached the bottom of the stairs, and turned into another hallway. Emerald thought about it for a moment, but he slowly and quietly followed.

Covered my tracks, but couldn’t swallow my pride…

Magenta reached Plum’s room, and stood there for a moment, making sure she was asleep. She silently entered the pegasus’s room, not making a sound. Her mother was fast asleep in bed, her husband still out at work. He wouldn’t be home until 4:30 am, so Magenta knew she had time. The window next to the bed had been open, wind was blowing gently, making the navy curtains dance. The moonlight was bright tonight.

As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin…

Magenta walked up quietly next to her target, staring at her with nothing but hatred. The knife had reappeared and was floating in the pink magic. She slowly lifted the knife up higher, and positioned it. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do, ‘Go on already, do it! END HER!’

I held a wrecking ball and you were porcelain

Plum opened her eyes slightly, the pink light waking her up slightly. Her vision was blurry, and could only make out a fuzzy blue form. Before she could react, Magenta had raised the knife, and forcefully plunged it into her chest, earning a blood curdling scream from the magenta pegasus. A surge of adrenaline rushed through Magenta. She pulled the knife out, only to lodge it back in again, and again, and again, and again.

Porcelain, compulsions killing me

She couldn’t stop now, she didn’t want to. She kept stabbing and shoving the knife into the one pony who brought her the most pain and suffering. ‘YES, THAT’S RIGHT! DESTROY HER! JUST LIKE HOW SHE DESTROYED YOU!’ Plum’s screams turned into choking and gasping. She was beginning to choke on her blood. Emerald made it to the door frame, and as he looked to see what was happening, his eyes were filled with fear and terror. He was frozen, and couldn’t move.

Giving in, and I can’t go back

Plum wasn’t the only one screaming. Magenta had been screaming, shouting and cursing at her as she stabbed, tears streaming down her face. She was letting everything out she had held in all those years. “I HATE YOU! DIE DIE DIE ALREADY! JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY! YOU’VE MADE ME SO FUCKING MISERABLE ALL THESE YEARS. NOW IT’S YOUR TURN TO FEEL MY PAIN!” She screamed, now standing on hind legs, and a hoof on the bed as she was now stabbing Plum’s throat, severing her vocal cords, puncturing her trachea. Plum couldn’t even scream now even if she wanted to. She could only let out terrified gasps.

Porcelain, it’s fucking killing me

Magenta only cried harder as she continued to stab Plum’s neck, “FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK! YOU!” she screamed as she delivered the final blow right to her heart. Magenta backed up a little and sighed, “You can’t hurt me anymore…” She muttered to the now lifeless Plum Hooves. Magenta’s face, chest and hooves were covered in blood. She stared blankly at the corpse. A wave of peace washed over her for a moment, she was finally free from her abuser.

Giving in, I can’t go back

The voice in her head had won. Now all that was left to do was to clean up, take the bag she packed, and never return. It pained her to leave her little brother, but she didn’t have much of a choice, did she? She didn’t want Emerald to live with a murderer. What if her thoughts got worse and she tried to kill him? She couldn’t let that happen.

I’ve broken my vows to reconcile…

Terrified breaths and pants came from outside the door. Confused and slightly scared, Magenta turned to face a shaking Emerald. Her face went pale as she saw the look of horror in his chocolate eyes. He could barely move or speak, only shaking and panting came from the colt. Magenta’s eyes widened with fear as tears pooled in her eyes, this was the last thing she wanted to happen. She knew that he’d find out eventually, but she wanted to leave him the letter explaining what happened first, ‘Fuck! NO! Why did he have to see all of that?!’ She mentally cursed at herself.

“M-magenta?..” Emerald’s voice squeaked out, his voice trembling. That broke her.

I shattered your heart, and left a crack in your smile

Without thinking, Magenta ran out of the room as fast as she possibly could. She teleported her bag and put it on with her magic. She zipped past the colt and bolted for the door, tears streaming down her freckled face. Emerald could only watch in shock and fear as his sister ran out the door. Tears came flooding out as Emerald fell to the floor sobbing and crying out his sister’s name. He didn’t fully understand what he just watched. All he knew was he was right. Magenta was not okay. He felt horribly for her, as he knew his mother wasn’t kind to Magenta, but he never in a thousand years saw this coming. He was so confused and scared.

As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin

Magenta ran out of the house and into the cold night. The moon was still bright, and shined against her now crimson coated face. Tears only came down harder and faster, and her vision was getting blurry. She couldn’t think straight anymore, her thoughts racing too fast for her to process anything. She tripped over a thick tree root and fell to the ground. She laid on the ground, not wanting to move, just needing to cry. She was broken down, and now, because of her own selfishness, Emerald probably now was too.

I held a wrecking ball and you were porcelain

After a while, there were no more tears to cry. She laid on the ground, empty minded. She stayed like that for hours on end. She didn’t know how far exactly she had run, but she knew it was nowhere near home. She knew she was in a forest, but that was about it. She slowly stood up, and looked around. She looked up at the sky, the guilt of the entire situation came crashing down on her. Magenta wanted to cry, but she couldn’t, her tear ducts were empty.

Porcelain

“Oh Celestia, what the hell have I done?” She asked in a whisper, “Why can’t I just be dreaming? Please Princess Luna, let me wake up now and forget this horrible nightmare!” She said aloud, her voice cracking as she spoke. Her voice was hoarse from all the yelling last night, so she barely had a voice. She looked down and gave a low chuckle. She took out wipes from her bag and cleaned up her face. She would clean it up more thoroughly later. Now, she needed to find a place to stay. It had to be far away, so far away that not even Emerald could track her, and he was an expert in navigation. As she walked, she thought about what to do with PonyTube and artwork. As soon as she could find an affordable apartment, she decided she’d get right back to work. She wanted to let go of her past, and never look back. She wanted to forget everything that had happened. She took a deep breath in, contemplating a few things before a small, content smile made its way onto her face. Magenta made a mental note to herself about a song she was going to cover next. She pulled out her phone, and sent Acoustic Note a text.

Porcelain

M- ‘Hey, I know what song we could cover next.’

A- ‘Yeah? What song? 😀’

M- ‘I was thinking…PORCELAIN by Motionless In Pony’

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#fanfiction #fiction #horror #murder #story #my story #mlp #my little pony #my little pony oc #mlp creepypasta #mlp horror #motionless in white #motionless in white porcelain #porcelain #oc #my oc #original story #graphic #blood

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ynseincanada · 8 months

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dinsdag 29/08/2023

Dag twee in Canada. Nogal een late update, maar met weinig wifi en toch wel wat last van het uurverschil, heb ik nog niet veel tijd gehad.

Mama en ik zijn zondagavond laat (in België rond 4 uur ‘s ochtends) toegekomen. Na 17 uur onderweg te zijn, konden we nog altijd niet geloven dat we eigenlijk in een ander continent waren.

Na een verfrissende douche zijn we zo goed als meteen ons bed ingekropen. We waren de volgende dag dan ook al om 4 uur (12 uur Belgische tijd) wakker. Na een Canadees ontbijt (bagels met cream cheese en wafels) vertrokken we richting de stad.

Om 9 uur zijn we mijn sleutel gaan ophalen, en hebben we een klein stukje van de campus ontdekt. Mama vond iedereen zo vriendelijk (het is Canada, eh). Op mijn apartementje hebben we ook al twee van mijn kamergenoten ontmoet. Jin uit Calgary (de andere grootstad in Alberta) en Haruka uit Japan. Buiten een bed en een bureau is er nog niets, dus mama en ik gaan vandaag naar de IKEA en naar goodwill.

Mama en ik zijn ook voor de eerste keer naar de Canadese supermarkt gegaan. Alles is hier in gigantische verpakkingen. (Serieus, wie heeft er ooit zoveel boter nodig?). We wouden gisteren pasta maken, maar ik ben rond 17 uur (1 uur in België) in slaap gevallen. Geen avondmaaltijd, dus, en opnieuw vroeg wakker.

Mama zit hier nu over mij aan de ontbijttafel in mijn boekje te lezen, waarin mijn vrienden en familie lieve berichtjes hebben geschreven voor mijn vertrek Ze is aan het wenen (door jou, Djim). We gaan ons direct klaar maken om te vertrekken. Hopelijk kan ik het vandaag wat langer volhouden zonder in slaap te donderen.

Tot snel!

x Ynse

tuesday 29/08/2023

Day two in Canada. Quite a late update, but with little wifi and some trouble with the hour difference, I haven't had much time.

Mum and I arrived late Sunday night (around 4am in Belgium). After a 17 hours trip, we still couldn't believe we were actually in another continent. After a refreshing shower, we pretty much crawled straight into bed.

So it wasn’t a big surprise when we were awake by 4 am (12 pm Belgian time) the next day. After a Canadian breakfast (bagels with cream cheese and waffles) we left for the city.

At 9 o'clock we went to pick up my key, and explored a small part of the campus. Mum found everyone so friendly (it's Canada, eh). At my little apartment, we already met two of my roommates. Jin from Calgary and Haruka from Kyoto,Japan. Apart from a bed and a desk, there's nothing yet, so Mum and I will go to IKEA today.

Mum and I also went to the Canadian supermarket for the first time. Everything here comes in giant packages. (Seriously, who ever needs that much butter?). We wanted to make pasta yesterday, but I fell asleep around 5pm (1am in Belgium). So, no supper, and again waking up early.

Mum is now sitting here over me at the breakfast table reading in my little notebook, in which my friends and family have written sweet messages. She is weeping (because of you, Djim). We are going to get ready to soon. Hopefully I can last a bit longer today without falling asleep.

See you soon!

x Ynse

#day 2

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riofann · 2 years

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Christopher Rodrigo Ch. 13

Mr. Rodrigo Chapter 12

When you come to you see all white around you convinced you’re in heaven but the beeping sounds make you realize otherwise you groan bringing your arm to your face trying to block the light. You slowly look around realizing you were in the hospital.

“You’re awake” You hear Tessa next to you.

Your eyes search for her

“OMG you’re awake!”

You smile at the sound of her voice as she speaks through the intercom

“She’s awake!”

You don’t know how much time passes but many people showed up to your room after that. You were repeating the same thing. Your name, date of birth, and the day. Seems like you were out for a day and by the time the second person asked you knew what day it was. Tessa sat in the room holding your hand as she alternated between texting and talking on the phone updating people.

“Y/N you can’t scare me like that!” she fusses once it was just you two alone “Where’s Jason?” “Dead!” You grimace the memory of what happened coming back to you. “Christopher found you I don’t know how but he said he found you in your apartment?” You nod not wanting to make the situation any worse.

“How is Jason dead?” She shrugs “They found a gunshot wound to his head and apparently he was high on drugs, that’s all I know anyway”

“Oh”

“Mom and dad are on the way!” “Oh okay”

“You’re really lucky Christopher found you Y/N. You don’t know what could have happened”

“I’m glad I’m okay too Tess” Your parents came and went, Tessa left because she had to go home to Lucas she had been in the hospital for 2 days after all. Your mind drifts to that day, to that night and you can’t help but feel even more afraid than you were. Christopher had a record? Was it tied to the men he brought with him to save you? If he did have a record, how come it never came back in the background test? “Hey mama?” you hear his voice and you look towards the door.

Your body tenses as you watch him enter the room and close the door. “I’m not going to hurt you Y/N” he comments taking note of your heart rate monitor beeping faster. “I know that!” How could he have killed Jason and have no consequences? You think to yourself “just scared me is all”

He nods, placing the vase filled with flowers on the side table next to yours before he takes a seat near you “How you feeling?”

“Sore” you offer up a smile. He smiles and takes in the bruises on your face. “Thanks for...” He interrupts you and smiles “Don’t mention it, made a promise” You smile and look down at your hands “I guess I’m a handful” He chuckles “nah, just got trouble with the ex” You remain silent hoping that was enough for him. He clears his throat making you look at him “about the box” You nod “yea I hid it from Jason” “Why didn’t you tell me mama?” You shrug “You already did so much,” You feel tears build up “I didn’t want to bother you any more! But ..” you pause and gather yourself wiping away your tears “I’m just a burden” He leans in closer and rubs your hand “Nah don’t say that about yourself” You scoff and look up not wanting to believe that there really was no way you were not a burden. “You’re sweet but,” “But nothing where’s the box?” “Uh it’s behind the fridge” “Behind?” You nod “I’ma go check it out”

“Okay”

He sends a text and just like that the box is found. He would look into it later but right now he was more concerned about you “I told Bernard, he is going to give you a few weeks.” You look up “Oh I forgot about work” “Yea well now you don’t have a lot to worry about.” You straighten up in the bed “About Jason...” “Don’t worry about it I t

ook care of it” “Okay but how?” He stared at you for a while with his infamous smirk “You really wanna know?” You think for a moment and shake your head. “Nevermind” What good was it gonna do for you to know about his sketchy background and friends? You should be more concerned about what he wanted in return. “I’ll tell you all about it later okay?”

You nod and watch as he stands up. “I gotta go mama, visiting hours are over. If you need me just text me”

You nod and watch as he leaves the room.

Taglist:

@bun-dpdbny @beyoutiful9413

#Christopher Rodrigo x you #mr.rodrigo #Mr. rodrigo x you #Christopher Rodrigo x reader #Christopher rodrigo

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htmlerror · 2 years

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💙💙💙 hehe

ook besite i have so many and you gave me 3 hearts so i will gift you 3 of my dc aus

This one might be a bit of a stretch as it's technically a slow-moving WIP, but it's my baby so I'm still counting my mortician Bruce Wayne AU. After the death of his parents, Bruce's passion for death is jumpstarted. he becomes a mortician, dedicating himself to caring for the dead of Gotham no one else will. The batkids are a part of this one as they come to Bruce one by one when tragedy strikes in their lives. In him, they find a chance to say goodbye to the people they've lost and a home

*shoves outline under the bed* My Jason Todd OSDD-1b AU counts too I swear. This one is an exploration of my own experiences with being the host of a system. It doesn't have a lot of plot to it, just looking at what living with the condition is like, the upsides and downsides, and a way to flex my "show don't tell: psychology edition" muscle

My Talia Kills The Fucking Joker AU is. extremely self-indulgent. Lots of graphic clown murder, very cathartic. After Jason suffers an episode, Talia decided enough is enough and tears the Joker's body to shreds. It's based in a larger AU in my mind I'm not going to lay out here because it's rather involved, but I will say the events of that universe are both much lighter and more hopeful while also getting much, much darker

#mayhaps. i will one day write these #three hearts..... one for each syllable of autism

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aereiff · 1 year

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The Investigation

Once upon a time there was very tall detective whose name was Goldilocks and he investigated the three bears on vacation in a house in Dubai. So the tale is not the IIII it appears to be. They never are. He didn’t like being called Goldilocks. It was an offshoot of his business which includes heavy parts sarcasm, irony and mispeech in order to bear the trials of the daily work. All the detectives had nicknames, a female was Boise Boysee, a looker has to suffer. Donald duck, Don for short, lived on the canal. Lambragingee, Lambri, got caught driving a bike to work. They all had their crosses each put the other on. Goldy for short had surfer hair, not slicked back, but fuzzed out like the auroa of the sun, or at least when the sun had an aurora. As you suspect in yer in all tall white dudes he was Dutch, but with some other blood that suggested in the aborigy, but we’re not here to discuss the gene pool. That district was named for the airport and took in the less affluent parts of town, the warehouses, pulperias, lumberyards along the dust banks and the downtown landfills, squatter camps, extending to the base of the towers up and over. They divided that valley into north and south and naturally south for all misanthropes the chumacca lies. This was the way of those explorers not only to the west and southwest but to the globe. Didn’t they say we love the centric part, pretending the globe girl and in the girl well we know the center lies…

He could have been called moonbeam, or sunshine, or starlight, but the goldy thing wasn’t helped by his breaking open the case of the three oops, called oops yes, but also ooks, and they are mighty big bears, or/and they might have been bears, big fat grizzlies that would eat ya be forewarned, which is the offing of the folktales abounding and surrounding these events.

The investigation proceeded first hand, but eventually led to a series of folk tales, street tales emenating in those neighboods among the freeways and tide flats of the toxic plumes of TCE that flowed their merry way west from the old Motoola plants. The tales grew up at the time those plumes were fast flowing and it continues underground much the way the tales about the oops ooks did, changing shape, permutatijgn , perculating, through the aq

Uifers, Ubers of the strata, drifting down to the salt itself. It the tales are toxic so are the plumes and the alumina air, presume, down to the very word faer in the old tongue before the Dutch, in that book besides Goldy’s bed. That ‘s like the tales that Goldy found so much he became a forlift himself, fork-lorist, collector of coyote tales, Hopi legends, Navajo forts along not just rio salado, but north of course and down in the canyons among the brush wees of the rio grande and above that up to the Colorado running cold. I means the tales were that way, some put upon poles, or walls in praty paint, some found in old pamphlets with hints in the old painters of Dutchtown as it was then called, with degrazia untouched, found in the thrifts, touches un approved [add other painters] but westers case more as blue riders than realists. The tales exploded at various points into epiphanies of nonsense and whimsy all which was suitable f for the amnesia of the times which substituted the blast of the sun at 110 for indoor pleasures of freezer rooms and packages of orm meat that stopped the force of crime so many days that still sleepy town of 5 million grew to 10 when all the refugees finished their arrival. They would know nothing of the history of their new solace without such tales as these. Not that Dave, that’s his real name, Dave Hunt, Goldilocks, or Dave Cash, would collect them in any other form that a murder book held closely in the department. Grand juries supposed this and a lot more. Wires and surveillance even more. So we have a lot to tell, not to go on and on about the docket and the process. In that town they take their teenagers for a night in the lockup as a precaution, same as their tales are still painted on buildings, if you can read the symbolism. They are part of the decoration now, licensed by the signage of the city , liegit, people eating eat other under the rubric of nonsense. So read the billboards more closely and look for signs of the revelation.

Police procedure dictates that these things stored in cold cases and archives can only be leaked sourcelessly to the press so a lot of what occurs below is just that, stuff from murder boards and books, interviews, interpretations, ver batium transcripts and the lithe like. How you get these exclusives is part known part not, and if yor’re worried about language, native speakes determine the language, I am a native speaker form the breast therefore I have carte blanc. White socks is a symbol of their innocence. Trade in Body parts is one part of cannibalism. In the mix of truth and fantasy I did review this book cited at the end.Dave was more of a linguist than he let on. He had an anglo saxon dictionary by is bedside and read it to go to sleep.

4/11/18 Wed. Faer Press: “The Old English word above holds inside it many meanings. It is a going, a journey, a way, a journeying, an expedition, a road, a passing, a course, a march, a voyage, a path; it is a place where passage is possible, a thoroughfare, an entrance; it is that in which a journey or voyage is made – a vehicle, vessel, carriage, ship, ark; it is a body of persons who journey, a crew; it can also mean fear, peril, danger, sudden, intense and beautiful. [information gathered from the Bosworth-Toller Anglo-Saxon Dictionary]…This word can conjure others too if you look at it long enough: it could be the just-out-of-sight otherworld of færy; it could be a gathering of festive merriments from afar – a fair, or the gift one would give to another at such an occasion – a fairing…”

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I loved your Emil hcs! Can I have more Emil hcs , and Luca too? With a s/o that has like a universe powers , and has missions to do in the universe, I don't know how to say it , if you have watched Bee and Puppycat maybe you could get it. Yeah that's it , I'm sorry if it's a weird request , stay safe!! <3

An; So the person changed their mind they wanted it to be a oneshot , so I made it! I added Puppycat to this story. Btw suggest you guys to watch Bee and Puppycat it's such a nice show !

Emil and Luca with a s/o that goes on a missions in magical places

*alarm ringing*

. "Uuuauhhh.. *falls from bed* OW!! That hurt!" You touched your butt from the fell so you can sooth the pain away. You looked through the window to see that it's morning , then you looked at the clock, it was 7 AM.

" Ohhh.. Wait let me check again when do I have matches.." You picked up the list for this week matches. "7 , 7:15, 7:30 , seven-

8:50! I can finally do my duties freely!

Ok uhh let me get ready first so I can meet the other survivors ."

"And done!" You looked around your room and saw Puppycat still sleeping.

"Puppycaaaat! Wake uup! Today is a new day to uhh.. Oh yeah! Today is Lucas birthday ! You know what that means , we gotta go see tempbot and then she will teleport us in the candy island , and the--

" Uaaaaaahh Puopochionuposu... ( Ook I get it, stop talking...)"

You smiled and then took Puppycat from his little bed , open the door and then closed it and went down the hallways.

As you were walking you saw Margaretha , but there was something wrong. She looked so nervous.

"Hey Margie why do you look so nervous??" You asked.

"Oh my gosh Y/N!!! I need help!"

"Sure, what's the problem?"

"Ok so , me and a few other survivors broke Luca's present , it was a brand new materials for making machines and other things that Luca likes to do! And Victor's dog accidentally ate one of the materials , I don't know what to do Y/N please help me!!" You blinked a few times.

"Okkk I will help you guys , but I'm not sure what should I get him or make him something??"

"Brrrzzz Oaachonaa!!! ( I'm hungry!! )"

"Not now Puppycat! Ok I got this don't worry Margie!"

She relaxed.

"Oh thank god , thank you so much Y/N."

"Don't worry , off we go!!"

While you were walking down the stairs you were greeted with some of the survivors.

Emma ran up to you and hugged you.

"Good morning Y/N!!! And hellooo Puppycat!! Sleep well??" She said while patting Puppycat.

"Yep ! What are you guys doing?"

"Well there was a little accident when we were wrapping one of Luca's gifts.." said Emily.

"Oh? What happened??"

𝗢𝗵 𝘆𝗲𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁..

"Well we kind of lost some of Lucas materials for mechanism, we gave Emil to keep them safe while we were making the cake and other things, but he lost them around the manor or garden, plus someone ate the cake, and wick ate one by accident."

Wick looked at you guilty while Victor was patting her head and Emil looked like he was about to cry because he was feeling embarrassed that he lost them.

Everything was messed up. Then Luca came .

"Hey guys how are you all doin-"

He just looked what a mess everything is.

"Uhhh did I miss something?"

"Noo no no! You didn't Luca ! We were just uhh..-"

"We were just practicing cooking with some survivors!!" it was obvious that they were making cake for Luca but he just pretended that he didn't know.

"Okay. Oh hey Y/N , going on a mission?"

"Good morning Luca! An yes we are-"

"Can I please comeee?" He said.

"Sure why no-"

"Uhm.. Miss/Mister Y/N can I please come too.?" Emil said. Ada was really shocked.

"Emil, darling? Why do you want to?" Ada asked.

"I really want to see the space, or other interesting places, please Ada?"

".... Fine. But I will have to be with you.-"

"Sorry to interrupt you miss Mesmer but I can't go on a mission with 5 people , that will be a lot.."

She sighed.

"Okay. Emil you can go, but please come back soon!"

Emil got really excited.

" Don't worry miss Mesmer I will protect him! Puppycat??"

"Nōō... Brzhoaanmddaa..(Noo... I'm hungry...)"

"Ok Puppycat I will give you..." You looked at the dining table and saw half eaten bacon."

"This half eaten bacon anndd this bread.."

He looked at you annoyed but his stomach grumbled loudly , embarrassed he ate it."

You knelt in front of him.

"Okay you ready?"

"Nōō.. Aosachakalipaew... (Noo.. I'm still hungry..)"

"Ahhhhuhgggg... Ok we will eat something if you give me the letter!"

He just stared at you still annoyed.

"Buaaaeamsmd. (Fine)"

He touches the letter with his pall and you guys teleport.

"WOOO OFF WE GOOoo"

The three of you were falling like you were in a black hole , Luca and Emil were screaming and you were only saying "WOOOO" while falling down and Puppycat was silent and looking grumpy as always.

"𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜!"

Then a big hole opened revealing the four of you falling down.

" 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙋𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙔/𝙉. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙐𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙."

The tempbot opens a oven with burning fire inside. ( Sounds weird I'm sorry)

The two males screamed in horror.

"Wawawawau! Uhmgg. Cheinponkot wofoliliii. ( Waiwaiwait! These two here are our.. Guests.)

The oven closes.

"𝙊𝙝! 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬? 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚! 𝙄𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!"

{𝙿𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚠}

(In this part you guys dress up in candy costumes)

Luca and Emil were stunned by their costumes.

Then the tempbot opens her mouth wide so you guys can get in the island.

( basically when there's a mission the tempbot opens her mouth so she can teleport in different universes. Y'all pls don't take that weirdly 😟)

The place was actually pretty nice , you guys stepped on clouds.

Emil was just too amazed , he has never seen something beautiful like that. Same goes to Luca , he was looking at the sky. The colours.. When was the last time he saw a pretty sky like that? Doesn't remember , in his head was his terrible past. Most of the times he has seen clouds in the sky, and a little bit of the sun , but now he clearly sees it.

You chuckled.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

They snapped back to reality and smiled .

"Yeah it is! So what are we doing here?" Asked Emil.

"Oh yea , that! So it was said that in this little house it has a monster but I'm not sure.."

"Monster?!?" They both got scared.

"Relax I got my weopon , I can defeat it really easily!"

Puppycat couldn't hold it anymore , he was so hungry , so he sprinted inside.

"Puppycat!" You ran after him, Emil and Luca looked eachother in confusion and ran after you.

The two of them stopped running .

This place was huge! It was like a pudding place and other sweets. It was beautiful!

Emil smiled widely and ran to take a bite of the pudding.

"Mister Mesmer! Wait! What if it's poison?? What if the monster is near us wants to eat us?!?"

Emil stopped and looked at him.

"Maybe.. But I wanna eat that pudding!"

Luca stood there thinking .

"Hmm ok but I will take a bite if it's dangerous."

"Are you sure??" Emil started getting scared.

"Yep. Hmm let me see which one.. This one!"

Luca ran to the banana pudding , he took a bite from it.

Emil waitied for his response nervously.

"Whoa!!! This is so good!!!"

He was shocked , so he ran next to him to try.

Both of them had stars in their eyes.

"Wait!!! We forgot about Y/N and Puppycat!!!"

Emil stopped eating , and started sweating a little bit.

"Oh no!! I-its my fault that we lost them! I shouldn't go and approach to the pudding!"

Luca looked around and heard you talking loudly.

"Puppycat stop eating!! You will not even move a muscle if you eat too much !!"

Luca held his hand to help him.

"Follow me , I know where they are."

The two men ran to your direction. And what did they see was a big snake approaching to eat the two of them.

"Y/N look out!!!" Screamed Luca.

"Huh?" You turned you head , and saw that there was a big pudding snake approaching to eat you.

"Holy!!-"

The monster was few centimetres away eating you , but Luca shock him , the monster screamed in pain , it got even more mad.

Emil was panicking.

An idea popped out his mind , he used his hook , aimed it at the snake. It was very risky but wanted to save his friends. The hook went through the snakes eye , but he forgot that the hook was attached to him so he went flying right at the snake. The monster was furious and was about to eat Emil, but (Y/N) got their weapon out and sliced the snake in 2 pieces.

There were two snakes but little ones , they crawed out somewhere . Puppycat ran to them and ate them.

Emil's arm was stuck up in the strawberry jam. He fell and screamed in horror , but you catched him in bridal style.

"Gotcha!" His whole face was red .

Luca saw everything, he was in shock , what did he just saw?? And let's just say that he was a little jealous because you held Emil close .

So he went and grabbed chocolate topping from the chocolate river and threw it on Emil's face.

He was confused and first. Then he licked his lips from the chocolate , smiled from the lovely taste. He got out of your embrace took the strawberry jam out of his hand and threw it back at Luca's face. He blinked a few times. Then the two of them started a war, you watched them throw eachother foods , so you joined them to since you were bored.

The three fo you were laughing and having fun while Puppycat was sitting and waiting for you guys to finish so you can go home.

When you guys finished, you were panting , because how tired you guys were. Then started to collect some sweets in a few bags and you were ready to go.

"Awochupoinnnn. (Finally.)"

A portal opened revealing a dark room. You all entered in confusion.

It was quiet. It was like no one is here.

Suddenly you heard a

"SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCA!!!"

Luca didn't speak. He was about to cry from happiness. You hugged him .

"Oh yea I forgot to say that , Happy birthday Luca!!" You hugged him.

He started to cry from joy.

"Thank you so much everyone. This means a lot to me..."

Ada was running toward Emil with a worried expression.

"Emil my love!! Did you get hurt??"

Emil just smiled tiredly.

"No Ada my love I am okay , I had a great time spending with my friends.." he said tiredly.

Ada hugged him which he returned the hug back.

Luca's birthday started , there were tons of sweets and drinks , it was really fun.

"Hey Luca! Having a great birthday?"

You smiled at him.

He smiled back.

"Of course Y/N . Thank you for taking me to an epic adventure with you it was really beautiful and fun.." he hugged you.

You only smiled.

"You're welcome Luca!"

Then you kissed him on the cheek, which he blushed.

You yawn.

"Well it was nice going to an adventure with you too, but I feel so tired , my legs feel like jellies. Welp I'm going to bed now , good night have a nice birthday!"

He waved at you touching his cheek where you kissed him. Smiling at himself.

Now for Emil.

While you were walking thought the halls to your room Puppycat groaned, because of how much he ate.

"I told you do not eat too much cake but you didn't listen to me."

"Yiaaaaazzz. (Sorryyy.)"

You just chuckled tiredly and headed to Emil's dorm. You knocked three times and waited for an answer. You heard footsteps , the door opened revealing tired Emil. When he saw you he started to sweat from nervousness.

"It's okay Emil! I just wanted to say thank you for today. I had so much fun with you" You smiled gently at him which made him blush.

"I-I had.. so much fun with you .. too. Th-Thank you."

𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?

"By the way I wanted to give you this" You got out from your bag a soft fluffy blanket and pillow and a little plushie.

"I know it looks stupid as for the plushie but it's a gift from me."

He couldn't hold his excitement . The blankets were so soft and warm , same goes to the pillow.

He hugged you tightly.

You returned the hug and stayed like that for a good one minute.

"You're welcome Emil." You gave him the bag of pillow,blanket and plushie.

He took them happily and thanked you again.

You walked to your dorm happily . You got your keys from your pocket and unlocked the door. You close the door behind you and lay on the bed same as Puppycat lays down on his bed too.

"Uaaahhh.. Sooo tired.." Then suddenly you opened your eyes again.

"THE MATCH IN 8:50 I TOTALLY FORGOT , NOOOOooo!!! Why didn't I think for that uhhhhhh... I'm gonna talk to Emily tomorrow then.. Probably got replaced by other survivor..."

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*ೃ༄ All of the bg aren't mine! They are from the episodes of Bee and Puppycat.

I am really happy that you read my oneshot :)

And I hope you enjoyed it! <3

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keijislove · 3 years

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Surprise: Harry Potter x Wife!Reader

A/N: warning, i guess there is a slight mention of NSFW (i do not write smut btw) and vomiting, sickness, etc.

Your eyes fluttered open as you were snatched out of your sweet dreams.

You looked to your left, where your husband was still sleeping.

Giggling, you got up and dressed for work.

‘Wake up, sleepyhead.’ You spoke. ‘You’re going to be late for work.’

Harry let out a small groan, sitting up in bed.

‘Morning love.’ He said through a yawn.

‘Morning, dork.’

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‘Mrs Potter, good morning!’

‘Hello Mrs Potter!’

‘Hi Y/N, alright?’

‘Good day Mrs Potter!’

‘Hello, hello.’ You briskly said, rushing through the stampede of Ministry wizards, making your way to your office.

‘Y/N, thank goodness you’re here!’ Hermione spoke. ‘Samuel Goodman’s having trouble with that spitting guitar again.’

‘Really? Again?’ you whined. ‘I didn’t think to bring lunch! That man’s job is going to take hours.’

‘I’ll tell Ron to get you something.’ Hermione giggled.

You fake gasped. ‘Minister, are you helping an employee?’

Hermione snorted. ‘Very funny, get going, he’s already knee-deep.’

You raised your hands in surrender, running off.

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‘Now, Mr Goodman.’ You seriously stated. ‘I do believe I told you to leave this instrument alone?’

The man blushed scarlet, muttering something that sounded like an apology.

You sighed. ‘Well, it’s done. It won’t spit at you anymore. Good day.’

You lead him out of your office.

Minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

‘Come in.’

‘Hey, Y/N.’ Ronald Weasley popped his head in. ‘Mione told me to bring you lunch, here you go. George has fixed this up for you.’

‘Ah, thanks Ron.’ You yawned. ‘Tell him thanks, that looks great.’

After eating your delicious egg-sandwich, you headed to your husband’s office.

‘Hi Y/N.’ Harry smiled as you entered. ‘Long day?’

‘The spitting guitar again.’ You answered.

‘Again? I feel sorry for you now.’

‘Oh, shut up.’ You laughed. ‘I expect-’

But at that moment, a wave of nausea overcame you, so powerful that you doubled over.

‘Love?’ Harry worriedly asked. ‘Y/N?’

Not speaking, afraid you would throw up, you ran into his bathroom and retched into the toilet.

After panting and cleaning yourself up, you went back out.

‘Love, a-are you alright?’ Harry asked.

‘I’m fine...’ you answered. ‘Maybe George cooked a bad egg or something in his sandwich...’

Harry nodded, unconvinced.

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The bell on the door of the shop rang as you entered.

The red-haired man at the counter didn’t look up. ‘Hello, welcome to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, best joke shop in Diagon Alley, I’m George Weasley and you may look around and ask me if you need anything.’

You politely waited for him to finish his monologue before you spoke.

‘Hem hem.’ You said, fighting your giggles as George’s head snapped up in horror.

‘Oh, it’s just you.’ He spoke. ‘I thought it was old toad-face who came to shut down my shop.’

‘Just me?’ you asked. ‘I’m offended.’

‘Yeah, yeah, hello Y/N.’ George snickered. ‘May I help you?’

‘Well, thanks for the sandwich.’ You began. ‘But did you-’

Before you could say put a bad egg in it, another wave of nausea washed over you.

‘Bathroom?!’ you choked out.

‘Y/N, what-’ George began. ‘Uh, yeah, just there.’

He pointed to the door.

You ran in and retched again.

‘Are you alright?’ George asked.

‘Well, I was going to ask you if you put a rotten egg in the sandwich, but now I’m wondering if you put a Puking Pastille in it...’

‘Puking Pastille?’ George repeated. ‘Why would I put that in your food? And we aren’t even making those anymore, it’s limited to Fever Fudge and Fainting Fancies.’

‘Am I sick?’ you wondered aloud.

‘By the looks of it, yeah.’ George spoke. ‘Maybe go home and rest?’

‘Yeah, maybe drop by at St. Mungo’s....’ you muttered, leaving.

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‘Hello, you’re at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, if you want to get treated, use that elevator, if you’re meeting someone, you have to wait, if you’re wasting my time, then please leave and- OH MERLIN!’ the woman gasped. ‘Y-you’re Y/N Potter...’

‘Uhm, I do believe I am.’ You said uncertainly.

‘Oh, well, oh, Mrs Potter, uh, big fan.’ She stuttered. ‘How may I assist you?’

‘Well, you see, I’ve been vomiting since this afternoon, it’s happened thrice already and I don’t recall eating anything off or drinking something old... overall, I need help.’

‘Well, of course you do!’ she breathed. ‘We will call our best healer for you, Mrs Potter, given how much you do for this nation!’

You fought the urge to giggle. ‘Er, thanks. I hope this best healer of yours can cure me.’

‘Certainly dear! He is one of the most skilled.’

The woman grabbed a microphone of sorts and bellowed. ‘HEALER MALFOY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ASSISTING A DYING PATIENT OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU’RE DOING, GET. HERE. NOW!’

You gasped. ‘Did you say... Healer Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?’

‘Yes, dear, quite right.’ She distractedly said.

‘What do you want, you horrible old woman?’ a voice asked behind you.

You didn’t dare turn.

‘Malfoy, kindly assist this lovely lady here.’

‘Alright, hello, how may I help?’ asked Draco.

Cursing internally, you turned around. ‘Hi...’

‘Y/N?’ he asked.

‘Draco.’ You spoke.

‘Ah... um come on, then.’ He awkwardly led you to his office.

‘We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, have we?’ he asked once you entered.

‘Yeah, the last time we met was when we both thought Harry was dead.’ You spoke sarcastically.

Draco smirked. ‘So, what’s with you and Potter, L/N?’

‘That’s Y/N Potter to you.’ You corrected.

Draco’s eyes grew wide. ‘Y/N Potter? You’re serious? That’s you? I thought it was some other Y/N or something...’

‘Honestly Malfoy, how many Y/N’s would marry Harry Potter?’ you asked.

‘I expect you have a point. Alright, Mrs Potter, what ails you?’ he asked.

‘Dunno.’ You simply answered. ‘Been retching all afternoon.’

‘What?’

‘Wait...’ something wasn’t right.

Oh no.

You ran into his bathroom and doubled over inside the toilet and let out your stomach’s contents yet again.

‘Blimey, you alright?’ asked Draco. ‘When did this start?’

‘This afternoon!’ you panted. ‘I thought George put a Puking Pastille in my sandwich, but then it didn’t stop. What’s wrong with me?’

‘I have a very good idea of what might be wrong with you.’ He began, making a disgusted face but you couldn’t place why. ‘But if it’s not true, I don’t want to worry you uselessly. Here, take these pills and if they don’t work, come to me right away. It will take two or three hours to have an effect, so tomorrow should be fine if you’re still... a human hosepipe.’

You snorted. ‘Yeah, alright. Thanks Healer Malfoy.’

‘My pleasure, Y/N Potter.’

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‘Hey love, how are you feeling?’ Harry asked as you entered your house.

‘Bit better, I went to St Mungo’s and apparently the best healer they have is Healer Malfoy.’ You spoke.

Harry laughed. ‘And what did Healer Malfoy tell you?’

‘He didn’t. He said he knew what might be wrong with me, but he didn’t want to uselessly worry me in case this is just a nasty stomach bug. So, I’ve got these pills for now.’ You explained.

‘Well, that’s nice.’ You husband said in amusement. ‘For once, you and Malfoy had a conversation where the both of you weren’t constantly threatening to break each other’s face.’

‘I was in for a surprise myself.’ You sarcastically said. ‘I’m going to bed... it’s been a long day, y’know?’

‘Yeah, I understand.’ Harry soothed. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

And yet after eating the pills, you puked almost four times that night.

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‘MALFOY!’ you bellowed. ‘OPEN THE DOOR!’

The door swung open.

‘Pills not working?’ Draco asked before you could open your mouth.

You aggressively nodded.

‘Ugh.’ He spoke. ‘We’re going there, aren’t we? Oh well. Come in.’

He shut the door and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Er, Y/N, I have a question that is necessary for finding out what’s wrong with you... uhm, you’re married and all right? So, um... did you and Potter have your... em, fun night yet?’

Your cheeks blushed a heavy scarlet as you choked on your own spit. ‘Fun *cough* night?’

Draco looked fairly embarrassed as well. ‘Sorry, er, let me rephrase, when did you have your last menstrual cycle?’

‘About...’ you suddenly gasped. ‘It’s ten days late!’

‘Mhmm.’ Draco wore the same disgusted expression as before.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, it’s just really hard to imagine Potter wanking himself in your presence...’

You slapped the back of his head.

‘Sorry, sorry.’ He said again. ‘Alright, um, take this.’

He handed you a small tube of sorts.

You raised a brow. ‘The Draco Malfoy, offering me a muggle instrument? What day is it today?’

‘They’re surprisingly reliable.’ He said delicately. ‘And it’s Wednesday, by the way.’

You giggled.

Minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom.

‘So what does two lines mean?’

‘That there’s one baby Potter in there.’

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The next morning, you set out for your friends’ house.

You knocked on the door.

Several minutes later, a shabby-ooking Ron came out. ‘Whozzerre?’

‘Y/N.’ you answered.

‘The bloody hell are you doing here seven in the morning?’ he asked, nettled.

‘I need to see your wife, Ronald.’ You responded with equal mock-anger.

‘Oh, for Merlin’s sake Ron!’ said a voice as a fully dressed Hermione appeared at the door. ‘Y/N! Hi!’

‘Hey Mione, can I speak to you?’

‘Of course.’

‘Er, privately?’

‘Oh don’t mind me. I’m going to bed.’ Ron yawned.

‘Charming, Ronald.’ Hermione snapped as Ron trudged back. ‘Yes?’

‘Mione... I’m pregnant.’

‘What? I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you, could you say that again?’

‘I’m serious Mione. I’m pregnant.’

‘WHAT?’ Hermione squealed. ‘Y/N, but that’s... amazing!’

‘I know!’ you squealed.

‘Does Harry know?’

You looked away.

‘You didn’t tell him, did you?’ Hermione accusingly said.

‘I’m not sure how he’s going to react.’ You muttered.

‘Well... maybe tell him by the end of this week... the Auror requirements are crazy at the moment. Maybe you ought to wait till he’s relaxed?’ she suggested.

‘Yeah, I’ll do that. And Mione, could you please cover for me just this once? I’ll work overtime maybe when you know, the baby’s born? It’s just... I’m quite tired at the moment.’ You pleaded.

‘You will not work overtime after your baby is born.’ Hermione sternly instructed. ‘I will cover for you all the same. Take care, Y/N.’

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‘Love, is something the matter?’ Harry concernedly asked. ‘You’re... distant.’

‘I’m working long hours, Harry.’ You responded.

Harry arched a brow. ‘I don’t recall ever seeing you at the office in the last two days. Where do you disappear to in the day time?’

‘I have other work to do besides stay at the Ministry, Harry.’ You snapped in irritation.

Pregnancy was giving you mood swings.

‘See, this is the problem.’ Harry said. ‘You’re not telling me something. When was the last time you called me Harry in that tone?’

‘I dunno, but I’ll use it more often if you act like this.’

‘You know what, that’s it.’ He slammed his fork on the table. ‘I can’t take this anymore. Do what you like.’

He stomped up.

Yup, you blew it.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, you followed.

‘I’m not sure you’d be happy if I told you why.’ You muttered when you got there.

‘Happy?’ asked Harry. ‘Why would I be happy with something that is the cause of my wife ignoring me? I’d personally hate it.’

Tears brimmed in your eyes.

‘Oh yeah?’ you asked in a shaky voice. ‘Well good job, because I’m bloody pregnant with your bloody baby. And you hate it, don’t you?’

Harry was dumbstruck.

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

‘Y/N...’ he choked out. ‘I didn’t mean...’

‘Save it.’ You said, running downstairs.

Harry messed up his hair.

‘I’m gonna be a dad?’ he whispered to no one.

A crash from the dining room followed by a whimper of pain snapped him out of his thoughts.

‘Love?’ he called.

No answer.

‘Y/N!’ he ran down.

‘I’m... nothing, I thought it was going to... come.’ You panted. ‘Babies don’t come that fast, do they?’

‘I... don’t know. Love, I’m so sorry.’

Harry gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Rest, darling. Don’t exhaust our little child here.’

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‘It’s a boy!’

You let out a choked sob, reaching out as the doctor placed your creation in your hands.

Everybody, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Mr and Mrs Weasley had come to see you.

‘It’s so cute!’ Ginny whispered.

‘He’s beautiful.’ You spoke.

Your husband approached you.

‘C-can I?’ he asked.

You smiled and shifted over as Harry sat down, cradling the baby boy in his arms.

A tear escaped his eye.

‘James.’ You cooed.

‘James Sirius Potter.’ Harry declared, pressing a kiss to your temple.

After you had gone home, Harry had taken you to the nursery he designed for the baby weeks ago.

‘I love you so much.’ He muttered.

‘I love you too, idiot.’ You laughed. ‘And I love this baby.’

‘Hmm. Let’s make another one.’

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x yn #harry potter angst #harry potter x wife!reader #dad!harry #to be dad! harry #baby #pregnant

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years

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hello! do you have any fics where charles meets edie/erik's family for the first time?

Hi anon. I have plenty of fics where Charles meets Edie and/or Erik's family. I hope you enjoy!!!

Charles Meets Edie/Erik’s family for the first time

In the Bleak Midwinter – keire_ke

Summary: It is not easy to find out, well into the second decade of the twenty-first century, that your mother arranged a marriage for you. It is even less easy to convince her that you have no interest in the very fertile Magda, she of the wide hips and lustrous auburn hair. Fortunately, with a good friend at his side over the holiday weekend, Erik is sure he will prevail.

A Road Trip to Pennsylvania - Aainiouu

Summary: For a year Charles has nurtured the biggest and most embarrassing crush known to man towards Erik. They are friends and roommates and when Erik asks Charles to accompany him to home on Thanksgiving of course Charles goes.

Fools and Their Mamas – LoveSupreme

Summary: Charles FINALLY gets to meet Erik's mother in person! Sure she doesn't know any English (besides knowing when Erik is cursing and thus requiring a good smack) and sure Charles doesn't have a great history when it comes to mothers, but Erik is sure everything will be stupendous, when he has brain power left over from trying to find a way to ask Charles to move to the Lensherr estate.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

First Impressions – Ook

Summary: The first time Erik Lensherr, CEO of Eisenhardt Enterprises, met Charles Xavier he might just have called him a homeless drop out and accused him of being a junkie, before realising he was a waiter. He almost apologised.

The second time Erik Lensherr met Charles Xavier, he was volunteering at the soup kitchen, and Erik definitely (In Charles's opinion) accused him of being a thoughtless freeloader and slacker. He did apologise. Eventually.

The third time Erik met Charles, he hit him with his car. This was definitely not on purpose. Erik didn't actually ever say he was sorry, but he did end up taking Charles home with him, that time.

Food, Family, and Friends with Benefits – endingthemes

Summary: “Everyone,” Edie says, voice bursting with pride. “Erik’s here, and he’s brought his friend.” She takes Charles’ arm and pulls him forward, presenting him like a shiny object. “This is Charles.”

Charles manages a weak wave and an even weaker, “Hello.”

(In which Charles gets dragged along to his fuck buddy's parent's house to celebrate a Jewish holiday, and things get weird.)

Impulse Decisions – listerinezero

Summary: Erik wakes up in Las Vegas with a hell of a hangover, a telepath in his bed, and a ring on his finger. Now what?

Look Up, You’re Standing Next To Me, What A Feeling – luninosity

Summary: Charles, when uncertain, buries the uncertainty beneath extra certainty about everything else, which reads an awful lot like arrogance to anyone who doesn’t know better. Erik does know better. His mother doesn’t.

I ♥ NY (It’s My Friends I’m Not Sure Of) – oddegg

Summary: Erik is a single, successful man who likes quick sex with no strings attached. Then, he meets college professor Charles and it's love at first sight, at least for him. Charles, who heard of Erik's notorious ways, wants nothing to do with him besides being friends. Cue Erik bending over backwards to steal Charles' heart.

Series

Mutually Beneficial Transaction – Pookaseraph

Summary: In his sophomore year at Columbia University, Erik, feeling slowly strangled by his mounting college debt, places an add on a sugar daddies website. He doesn't know exactly what to expect from it, but when he's contacted by a man named Charles who seems less creepy than the other people who have responded to his profile, he decides to give it a shot. Charles is nothing like what he expected, and Erik finds himself slowly falling in love with his sugar daddy while trying to find out exactly what caused this amazing guy to buy his emotional and sexual intimacy when he clearly deserves so much more than that.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

Miss Missing You – WaxRhapsodic

Summary: In his head he knew it was unfair to compare Charles and Magda, but he couldn’t help the giddiness he felt around Charles. Erik had never felt this way about anyone before, and he relished the live wire of emotion coiled in his chest.

Erik and Magda are separated when he meets a charming young professor out on the town.

Soul of my soul – ikeracity

Summary: You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Charles and Erik imprint on each other just in time for the holidays.

Heart of my heart – pinkoptics

Summary: You can imprint on your soulmate anywhere — school, work, on the street, in a restaurant, on the subway.

Of course, imprinting on the guardian of one of your grade one students isn’t ideal.

Then again, when has Erik’s life ever been ideal?

Love Over Challah – sebastian2017

Summary: As his first Shabbat alone with David approaches, Charles realizes he's overlooked one important detail: he's not actually sure how to have a Shabbat dinner. Thankfully, he meets Edie Lehnsherr, who just so happens to be having dinner with her son and grandchildren that very Friday and would love to have Charles and David over to celebrate the Shabbat with.

Charles and Erik meet while celebrating the Shabbat and bond over mutant activism and their adorable children.

When, how, and because we do – aesc, pearl_o

Summary: Erik brings Charles home to meet his mother. AU of Tough little baby telepath.

And your smile, oh darling, your smile – lavenderlotion

Summary: Charles turned back around to find Mrs. Lehnsherr still standing in the doorway, watching them with a smile and some very warm thoughts that made Charles feel very soft in his chest, right by his heart. "You have a lovely home, Mrs. Lehnsherr. It's very, very nice," Charles told her seriously, meaning every word and hoping that Mrs. Lehnsherr would believe him and not think him just terrible for the way that he had first thought the house too small.

Hearts and Bones – pocky_slash

Summary: Modern, non-powered AU. An impending visit with Erik's parents leaves Charles anxious and Erik unsure how to proceed.

Good manners (will get you far) – ximeria

Summary: Charles had been looking forward to the performance at the Met for ages. Little did he know, things would not go according to plan.

The Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

‘How to Parent’ by Edie Lehnsherr – SprinkleofSunshine

Summary: Edie prided herself on being a good mother. The best mother even. After all, she had several mugs in her cupboards declaring that truth gifted by her two children over the years. However, something is going on with her son, Erik, and it's her duty to find out what....

Defying Expectations – Baamon5evr

Summary: Charles and Erik meet each other’s family. Neither of them gets what they expect.

Meeting the Parents – melonbutterfly

Summary: Erik takes Charles home to introduce him to his family.

Charles Does Not Buy a Shamwow – magneto

Summary: Charles and Erik are spending the first few days of their university's winter break alone at Erik's mother's house. Then, Erik's mother decides to come home early unannounced... while Erik and Charles are naked on the living room couch.

#cherik #cherik fic recs #fic recs #asks #earnestly answers #meet the family

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