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forever-rogue · 3 months

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hello miss bee 🐝

if you're in the mood to write for joel id love to ask one where he and reader just had a baby of their own and ellie starts to feel left out but they both comfort and reassure her that they won't treat her differently since they already unofficially adopted her anyway 🫶🤲

AN | There may be a new baby on the way, but that doesn’t you’ll ever love Ellie any less. She just needs to be reminded of that💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“I hate this,” you plopped down in the chair on the back patio with a loud huff. You heard a snort of amusement from behind you and turned around to find Joel watching you in amusement. Your lips pulled into a pout and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “this is all your fault.”

“Hmm,” he raised an eyebrow before going back over to the makeshift grill to check on dinner, “pretty sure that’s only half true, sweetheart.”

“Well,” you crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at him, “it’s still partially true. Being pregnant is the worst. Especially with this heat. I should have gotten pregnant in the summer so the worst of it would have been in the winter.”

“Think of it this way,” the way you raised an eyebrow in a way that suggested you were anything but amused, “we’ll have a fresh baby for the holidays.”

“I’m still hoping for a halloween baby,” you grinned, rubbing your belly that seemed to be growing by the day, “how cool would that be?”

“The coolest,” Joel teased as you laughed, an actual laugh that went straight to his heart, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“The real question - do you think we’re going to have a boy or girl?”

“Girl,” he insisted without hesitation, “I’m always going to have my girls. I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” you took a sip of the fresh lemonade and let out a soft sigh, “but I have a feeling you’re going to be wrong!”

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet on that?” Joel stood there, hands on his hips as he watched you closely. You stuck out your tongue at him, causing both of you to laugh.

What you hadn’t realized was that Ellie was in the kitchen, getting some plates ready to bring out, listening to the two of you. She loved you, she loved you both immensely. She knew that you and you knew that. But she couldn’t help the pang that settled in her stomach and the way her heart seemed to constrict. It was a feeling that hadn’t left her since you’d told her you were pregnant. You and Joel had been so excited to tell her and despite the shock of the news, she’d been excited too. Ellie Williams was finally going to have a baby sister or brother. Her family was growing.

But as the weeks passed by and your pregnancy became more visibly obvious, the worse she started to feel. And it felt like it was eating her alive. It was a mix of emotions that she was struggling to handle and cope with. She was excited for you and Joel and your entire little family but it left her feeling…lost and confused.

Ellie knew that both of you viewed her as your daughter and she viewed you as parents. She wondered what it would like when the baby came. Your baby - your and Joel’s flesh and blood. Once you had your own baby, would you no longer care about her? Would she be pushed to the wayside as you welcomed and loved your actual child?

These types of thoughts had been plaguing her for months now. It was stupid, so fuckin’ stupid, she’d be the first to admit, and yet the feelings remained. Realistically, she could have gone to either of you and asked in order to alleviate her fears or get some simple reassurance. But that seemed silly too. What was she supposed to do? Come up to you and ask ‘hey will you still love me once the baby is here?’ That felt ridiculous.

Instead, Ellie internalized her feelings, deciding to push them away and act like nothing was wrong. You’d noticed that something was off with your girl recently. Things had just seen so crazy lately, with getting ready for the baby and Joel being off for a while with work to do, it hadn’t been easy. But Ellie really had been your rock and you hated the idea that you were neglecting her in any sense.

“Ellie?” the girl almost dropped the bowl of salad she was holding when she heard you call out to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back her tears before heading into the backyard. Your entire face lit up when you saw her and she felt bad for a moment for ever having doubted your love and affection for her, “there you are, Ellie Bean! Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she set the plates and bowl onto the table and nodded softly, “just got caught up cutting the…tomatoes.”

“There’s no tomatoes in the salad, baby,” you gave her arm a gentle squeeze, “we gave the last of them to the Meyers the other day. Are you sure you’re alright?”

She looked away and nodded, staring into the distance as she pleaded with her heart and mind to remain calm and collected. Joel clicked his tongue and caught her attention, giving her a questioning look. Sometimes he hated how well he knew her and how he seemed to see right through her.

“C’mere,” he motioned for her to come over and she obliged, walking over slowly with a heavy tread. She stopped in front of him and he put his hands on her shoulders, leaning down slightly so he was closer to eye level with her, “what’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing,” she replied through gritted teeth. Joel knew that something was up but he didn’t want to push her and possibly cause her to pull away from him. He sighed softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had become such a reflexive action that he didn’t even think about doing it any more, “you’re being gross and showing too much emotion.”

“Someone’s gotta do it,” he teased and that caused her to smile slightly at him, “‘cause it sure ain’t going to be you right, is it? You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she whispered, “not right now.”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly, “I’ll be here and ready to listen whenever you’re ready.”

“I know, old man,” she pushed his arm before turning on her heel and walking back over to you. She sat down next to you, her gaze drifting for a moment to your belly. You reached up and touched her face, gently stroking her cheek, “you’re both such saps.”

“It’s only because we love you,” you beamed at her. She felt her cheeks growing warm and pink as she stared at the bowl of tomato-less salad, “you wanna help me make some dessert while the food’s cooking? I was thinking pudding…ooh or maybe some sort of pie?!”

“Sure,” she perked up at your enthusiasm, unable to deny the appeal of spending time with you and making a dessert, “let’s do it.”

Ellie decided that she’d figure out the rest later. Right now, she was okay and she just wanted the two of you to have some fun.

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“I’m worried about her,” you closed your book and set on the nightstand before turning to your husband with a sad expression on your face. He followed suit and turned so he was fully looking at you.

“The baby?”

“I - no. And we don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet so calm down,” you laughed for a moment before moving to sit crossed-legged - to the best of your ability anyway - and gave him a serious look, “Ellie. She seems so closed off lately and it always seems like she’s upset, but when I try to talk to her she changes the subject or finds an excuse to leave. I feel like my poor baby girl hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joel took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before you laced your fingers together, “she could never hate you.”

“But something is wrong and I don’t know what it is and I can’t fix it,” a wave of emotion washed over you and tears stung at the back of your eyes. You sniffled, fully aware that you probably seemed ridiculous right now but you didn’t care, “I just want to make it better.”

“Honey,” Joel’s voice was soft as he put his hands on your sides and gently pulled you towards him. You easily gave in, soft and pliable, as he settled you in his lap. You felt pathetic as you looked at him, tears running down your cheeks. He tenderly brushed them away before taking your face in his hands and turning your face up to his, “she doesn’t hate you and she never will. Whatever she’s going through right now, she’ll come around. She’s still guarded and sometimes these things take time. She’ll come around, she always does. We just have to keep on loving her.”

“Promise?” you whispered as he nodded softly. You leaned into his touch as he rubbed your back soothingly, “I don’t know what I’d do if…I don’t know. If she stopped loving us.”

“That ain’t happening,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I have a feeling I know what’s going on with her.”

“Oh?” you looked at him in surprise and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of your confused expression. The fact that you were so pouty and pregnant made you even more adorable to him than before. He had to fight back a laugh at your expression, opting instead to kiss you softly, “what do you think it is?”

“The baby,” he answered, putting a hand on your belly and rubbing it gently, “I think she’s worried about the baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think she thinks that we’re just going…to stop loving her?” the waterworks started again and this time you couldn’t hold back the tears, “she thinks we’re going to replace her!”

“Oh honey,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to hug him as best as possible. You huffed as you buried your face into his chest and he softly cooed at you, “I don’t think she thinks we’re trying to replace her. I think she’s worried that we won’t have as much time and love for her."

"That's not true," you hated the fact that that thought even crossed her mind, "that's like…the farthest thing from the truth! She's my baby too. Nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know that," he gently brushed his fingers along your jaw before resting his hand on your cheek, "you know that. I think she just might need a little reassurance."

"Yeah," you sighed softly, "I can do that. I will do that."

"I have no doubt about that either, honey."

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Ellie startled when she heard your enthusiastic knocking on her door. She groaned as she looked at the old school alarm on the bedside table and saw that it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.

"Come in," she rolled onto her side so she was facing the door. You almost threw open the door in your excitement, already fully dressed and ready for the door.

"Hi my love!" Her eyes widened at your cheeriness, "good morning, Ellie Bean."

"It's early," she groaned as you leaned against the doorway, causing you to laugh softly, "why are you so awake?"

"I've been up for a while…couldn't sleep well," you shrugged it off, "but I thought it would be fun if we spent the day together, just the two of us!"

"O-oh," she slowly sat up, heart almost constricting with emotion, "are you sure?"

"Duh," you teased, "its been a while since it's just been the two of us and I figured we could have some fun!"

"Okay," she looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You clapped excitedly and she offered you a tentative smile in response, "w-wait, am I in trouble?"

"Of course not," you walked over to her and held out your hand to her. She took yours and slowly slipped out of the bed, "I just want to spend some time with my favorite girl."

"Alright," a little bit of a flush crossed her cheeks as she offered you a smile, "yeah, that could be fun."

"Let's go then slow poke, no time to lose!"

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Your day had been filled with doing anything and everything that Ellie wanted - within reason of course. As the day bled into night, the two of you were at the lake, sitting on the dock, feet dangling into the water.

"Can I ask you something?" You finally couldn't take it anymore and needed to clear all the air. Ellie paused before nodding slowly and turning towards you.

"Sure…"

"I feel like lately…things have been different," you put your arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze, "and I want to make sure you're alright. You've been off lately, and I want to know if you're okay and if I can do anything to help."

"Oh. Oh," Ellie swallowed thickly; she thought she'd been better at disguising her feelings, "umm…it's…just. I don't know. Things have just felt different since you've been pregnant."

"Yeah?" You asked as she turned to you with a sad little smile and a nod, "oh, Ellie."

"I just…it feels weird that…umm. Like it's you and Joel, you know? And now you're having your own child and it makes me feel like…where's my place?"

"Baby," you tried to keep your own emotions at bay but it was hard when all you wanted to was to wrap her up in a big hug, "your place is with us - it'll always be with us. We're family. Nothing is going to change that."

"But if you love the new baby more than me?" You hated that she even thought anything like that. You wished you could convey just how very much you loved her, "I keep thinking about…what if you don't want me anymore."

"We will never not want you or love you," you took her hand and held it tightly in yours, "that will never change. Nothing could change how we feel about you. You're our girl, Ellie."

"Are you sure? The baby-"

"The baby doesn't change anything," you pulled her into your body as much as you could, "its another person we're bringing into our family that we can love. It doesn't mean any of us is going to get less love. Okay? I swear on my life. And Joel's life. All of it."

"Every time I've gotten close to people they've been taken from me," Ellie sniffled brushing at her eyes with the back of her hand, "my parents, my family, my friends…I almost lost Joel. I don't want to lose you too and the baby. I'm not sure if I'd make it if I did."

"Ellie," you softened at the young girl, "you are so young and you've been through so much. More than anyone ever should. And I know the world is scary and we don't know what the future holds but we can't let that dictate how we feel about the present or how we act. You're not going to lose us or your brother or sister. Never. And maybe me just saying that doesn't make anything better but I'll show you and I'll keep showing you that we mean it. Honestly, I don't think I'd survive without you. You are the world to me, Ellie."

"Being pregnant has made you so sappy," she laughed through her tears, "even more than normal. Its kind of gross."

"It's because I love you so much, kiddo," you grinned at her, brushing away her tears, "but the hormones definitely aren't helping! Luckily it won't be too much longer before the baby is here."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified," you confessed with a sheepish grin, "but I know I'll be okay. I've got you Joel and you. Everything will be okay."

"Yeah," she nodded, a bit of confidence oozing back into her, "we'll be okay. I'm excited to meet the baby."

"Boy or girl you think?"

"Girl," she seemed so confident that you were almost convinced of that as well, "Joel's meant to be surrounded by girls."

"Funny, that's exactly what he said too," you shook your head in amusement thinking about the two of them. They were too alike for their own good, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Whatever," she playfully rolled her eyes, "we all know we're right!"

"Mhmm," you slowly stood up and held out your hand to her, "come on my love. Let's go home and annoy Joel."

She took your hand eagerly, "I love you too, just so you know."

"Yeah," you promised her softly, "I know. I love you more, kiddo."

Ellie approached you slowly, almost unsure if she should be coming over. You beamed at her, motioning for her to come closer. She stole a quick look at Joel, who offered her a small smile and nod of reassurance.

"Come here, my love," you held out your hand to her and she came over, staring at the bundle in your arms in awe, "I hate to admit it, but Joel was right. You've got yourself a little sister."

"Wow," she reached over and gentle stroked her chubby little cheek, "she's so small. What's her name?"

"Well, we don't have a name picked out yet," you smiled softly, "we were hoping you'd help us by picking her name."

"Me?"

"You! If you'd like to that is," you could see her eyes watering up, and your heart felt so full, "you can take a bit to think about it-"

"Daisy," she stated softly, looking between you and Joel to gauge your reactions, "I like Daisy."

"Me too," you gave her a hand squeeze, "Daisy it is. It's perfect. Do you want to hold her, Ellie?"

"I-I don't know," she swallowed the lump in her throat as the baby cooed softly, "she's so small and I don't wanna…hurt her."

"You won't," you promised, straightening up as she stepped closer, "hold her to your chest and make sure you're supporting her head, okay?"

"Okay," she reached over gingerly, as though the baby was made of glass. She took her from you and did as you said, holding the small baby protectively. Daisy made a few sounds before yawning and snuggling into Ellie. The girl watched her in amazement, "she's so cute and little."

"Just like you," you teased, reaching over and giving her arm a squeeze. You turned to Joel, who was watching the scene unfold with nothing short of heart eyes, "look at that, Joel. Look at our girls. They're the best."

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the side of Ellie's head, "they are. But you know what else?"

"Hmm?"

"I was right - it was a girl," he threw you a cheeky grin as you snorted in amusement, "wouldn't change it for the world."

"Yeah, me neither," Ellie piped up, "I guess we're a pretty cool family. Daisy and me anyways. You guys are alright."

"We love you too," you sighed contentedly, happy to have your little family all together, "both of you. Lots and lots."

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findmeinforks · 10 months

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Not Letting You Go Easy - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

IM BACKKKKKKK!!! Wow I just checked my last fic and it's been TWO years. Does anyone even remember me? 🥹 I'm back on my twilight bs, this one is my longest ever! Let me know what you think! - 3.2K Words ❤️

*Second Person POV*

The sun poured on your face as you soaked in all the warmth it allowed. You missed the sun, watching the palm trees sway peacefully as the ocean tide rolls in. The goosebumps that arise on your skin as a strong breeze passes, the warmth blanketing back over them.

You keep your eyes shut as your mouth curls up in a smirk, listening faintly to your mom try and convince your sister to stay in Jacksonville. She could offer up the moon and all the stars...Bella would still choose Edward, every time. It's true that you were weary of the vampire, after she flew like a bat out of hell half way across the world to Italy to save him. But could you blame her?

If it wasn't for your sister stumbling her way into the supernatural world, it's possible you could have never met Paul. A blush crept up your cheeks as you crack a full smile, thinking back to the day you met the hot head.

There was absolutely zero hesitation when you followed behind Bella in the truck to go to Jacob's. You had been worried for weeks about your sister, who had been spiraling ever since she was ghosted a second time by someone she trusted. Not only did you care about your her, but Jacob too. He had been around your family for years, and this behavior...especially towards Bella...was concerning. So when she frantically barged in your room asking you to go with, you were out of the house in minutes.

You had taken off in a sprint to try and keep up with your sisters manic running towards the group of shirtless men in Jacob's backyard. You heard rumors of the so called "cult" that had formed in the recent weeks. Jacob's haircut and tattoo had confirmed that part. But seeing the others approach through his window, you knew this was going to be a bad idea. You barely had time to catch your breath before her hand came in contact with one of their faces. You let a gasp slip as you made it in time to yank her back by the elbow.

What had gotten into her!?

Not able to process why she would resort to slapping him in the first place, the man, who looked like a carbon copy of the other ones standing around, began to shake violently. The others were urging you both to get back while attempting to calm him down. Never in your life had you witnessed such immense anger. In seconds his shakes became tremors. It was as if he ripped apart, and in his place stood a massive grey wolf. Mirroring the emotions of the man before, the animal was growling, snarling at your sister with its teeth bared.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You felt as if you were dreaming, blinking rapidly to make sure this was real. Not standing around to question the animal who could very well kill you, Bella grabbed your hand and you both booked it towards the house. The outburst must have woken Jacob, who was running towards the scene. Bellas blood curdling scream was telling him to go back, though he kept charging forward.

You both fell hands first onto the grass as Jacob launched over you both, shreds of clothes flying as yet another wolf emerged.

Now it was you who was shaking. The only thing that prevented you from having a panic attack was realizing that all the other men were calm, as if this happened all the time. You swallowed your fear as you accepted the hand of one of the younger men, who led you two back to the truck by the order of the oldest one.

As you walked into the cozy secluded home, your mind was running a million miles a minute. They were werewolves....as if after learning vampires existed wasnt a shock enough already.

The oldest one, fiancé, Emily, you had learned, helped ease some of the headache. Besides the scar she wore upon her face that made your stomach drop when you first saw her, she was the epitome of kindness. You could see when she was greeted by Sam that their love was far more deep rooted than the mark she wore. Only knowing her for an hour, you felt happy for the girl.

You vaguely registered Jacob returning, finally looking away from the couple when you heard an unfamiliar voice apologize to Bella. As he then turned your way, you both locked eyes. An electric current jolted through your body, through your veins as you held his stare. You felt a fuzzy warm feeling race its way all the way down to your toes. The feeling lasted what felt like forever, until Jacob's "no fucking way...." pulled you back to earth. It's as if you had been some other place. A place of immense happiness and love. You knew you looked as bright as a tomato when you realized all eyes were on the two of you, mortified they caught you staring.

You did a quick scan of the room, noticing they were paying more attention to the man rather than you, who, was still staring.

When you craned your neck to look at Bella behind you, you found relief in that she looked just as confused.

The man was slapped on the back by Embry, which snapped him out of his trance. He quietly introduced himself as Paul. You blushed hard when you quickly said your name back. As if to break the tension in the room, Jacob asked you both to go for a walk.

Before you left, you had sworn you heard Paul growl.

"Not now. She's been through too much today already." Sam lowly said to him. You furrowed your brows as you trailed behind your sister out of the house.

After a walk on the beach and many questions answered, you were able to take a deep breath. The world was getting scary for you, but Jacob seemed to ease your fears, promising he would always protect you both.

Before he dropped you both off at your house, he had mentioned going to a pack bonfire the following night. You couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of seeing Paul again. You both hadn't even spoke other than introductions, but there was some type of spark in your core when you both met.

Attempting to shove it away, you reminded yourself it was nothing but a crush.

You sat on a log by the fire, rubbing your hands together in front of it. Everyone was up gathering their food, but you were focused on the warmth as it was more than chilly outside. Nerves bubbled in you as Paul approached, asking to sit next to you. Your cheeks heated as he sat, only inches away.

"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday," he spoke, his voice gruff as he looked into the fire. "You could have gotten hurt and I let my anger get the best of me. I promise I'm not like that all the time, and I don't want you to be afraid of me."

Your heart melted at how softly he spoke. "It's really alright. My sister acts out of impulse, if you couldn't tell." This got him to laugh lightly. You laughed too, until a strong breeze made you break out into a shiver.

Paul immediately noticed, grabbing a blanket from the pile beside him. "Here," he said as he wrapped one around you. His warmth radiated off you as he had gotten closer to do so. Not even realizing what you were saying you spoke, "I bet your girlfriend never gets cold with you around." To your embarrassment but surprise he cracked a big smile. "I bet she would, if I had one." It was your turn to smile. "What about you?" You shook your head no as Paul let out a small breath that almost sounded like relief.

Before either of you could say something more, everyone gathered around the fire. The legends of the tribe had you captivated. So much history that you were never aware of, right under your nose. You could feel Paul glance at you every so often, gauging your reaction to everything that was said.

When the fire died down and Jacob's dad came to a stopping point, everyone quietly mingled until deciding to call it a night. You had talked to Paul the entire time, getting to know the basics. You had a lot more in common than you thought. The more you learned about him, the more you liked him. A lot. He followed you to Bella's truck, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I had a really good time tonight" you spoke softly, now inches away from his face. You were so close you could feel his breath.

"I did too. I hope this won't be the last time I see you?" he questioned.

You glanced past him to see Bella and Jacob making their way up the hill.

"With everything going on, everything that's happening...I have a feeling we won't be going away anytime soon."

Paul smiled.

This is the part where he'll kiss me, you think. Your heart beats fast in anticipation.

But Paul just stands there. Staring. He stood there so long that you cleared your throat awkwardly.

"I'll see you around Paul." You tried to hide the disappointment on your face as you climbed into the truck and shut the door. He had let you, still standing there for a moment before turning around to walk back to the house.

Tears welled up in your eyes. How foolish were you, to think that a guy like Paul Lahote would just sweep you off your feet? Sure, a kiss might be moving fast for the first night, but he didn't even give you his number. You analyzed everything you had said to each other. Nothing was even romantic, so why on earth would you think he liked you back? Pathetic.

Bella said goodbye to Jacob and got in the truck. One thing you loved most about your sister was that she knew you better than anyone else. And if there was one thing you hated, it was when people asked if you were upset. One look in your direction and she didn't say a word, starting the truck and driving off. She knew when you were ready to talk, you would.

*Paul's POV*

I turned around, watching the truck drive away, getting smaller and smaller in the distance. I was frozen in place.

What is wrong with me?

"Everything go okay?" Sam approached, clearly sensing my distress.

"I'm never like this with women, Sam. I should have kissed her, but I didn't. I stood there, right in front of her with my mouth open like a fucking fish. I-I've never felt this way-" I rambled on.

"Dude it's alright" Sam interrupted, "Did you tell her that she's your imprint?"

I sighed. "I didn't even get that far. I don't, I don't want her to feel forced to like me like that right away. I want to treat it like a normal relationship....but I think I went ahead and screwed it up anyways." I huffed.

Sam placed his hand on my shoulder. "Deep breathes. You didn't screw anything up, you just met her. You can tell her about the imprinting when you're comfortable....as far as the kiss, well, it's never too late." Sam held up keys to his vehicle, putting them in my hand. "Only if you need them." He slapped me on the shoulder, winking, as he walked back to where Emily was.

I watched him sneak up behind her, she giggled as he peppered kisses on the back of her neck. I knew what he was doing. And it was working, as I made my way towards his car.

*Back to Second Person POV*

You sniffled, taking a deep breath. You were done crying over this man. This man you had literally just met. So what if he didn't like you? There is a million other people out there. Why did you care so much?

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Charlie was gone over night on a hunting trip and Bella was fast asleep.

Another knock. It was almost damn near midnight. As you slowly approached the door, bat in hand, you looked through the peep hole.

It was Paul.

You flung open the door, ready to ask him what the hell him problem was, when he lunged forward. Grabbing you by the face, he kissed you feverishly. Your heart pounded in your chest as you melted into the kiss, tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. One hand held you by the hair as the other grabbed you by the waist, pulling you impossibly closer. When you both needed to breathe you pulled away, Paul's hand held tightly so you couldn't go too far. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting.

"I am so sorry I didn't do this when you left. You, you make me nervous. It's a feeling I've never really had before. When you left I- I didn't want to let you go that easy. I'm sorry." He said.

You leaned in to kiss him once, slowly, softly. "I've been waiting for you to do that," you smiled. "There's a lot more where that came from...if you'll have me." he said, his hand sliding down to interlock with yours, bringing back up to place a gentle kiss on the top.

"I couldn't imagine anything better." you grinned.

*Paul's POV*

Y/N guided me to the couch, asking to stay awhile. We held each other until the sun came up, just talking. It was as if everything right there had changed for me. She would be my number one priority, to have and protect. I vowed to myself that I would do anything she asked, that I will love her no matter the cost. Whatever makes her happy.

I had to leave before Charlie got home, but not without a heated make out session at the door. It took everything in me to pull away from her, both of us lingering. Despite her not letting go either, I could see the bags under her eyes forming.

"Get some sleep baby, text me when you wake up okay?" She nodded, and after a good 20 minutes of more kissing, I left.

I understood why Sam was always mopey without Emily around. As I drove away I could feel my heart ache like something was missing. This was a whole new feeling, and for the first time I thanked whatever spirits gave me her.

My imprint.

I bit my lip as I remembered I still had to tell her. I'm worried about how she'll take it, but there was something heavier on my mind.

Victoria.

Part Two Anyone? :)

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Hello may I please submit a request? Simon’s wife is a nice quiet woman in the streets but when her husband comes home she leashes out on him 😭😭 one day simons looking through all your dirty Polaroids he took one night and the boys catch him 😂

Baha I love this. I hope I did ok it’s only short!! This scenario screams Soap is a menace hahaahah. Not proof read. Also guys don’t look at others peoples SOs photos lmao this is purely fiction 😂

Mrs Simon Riley. A good quiet woman, a nurse, caring and understanding. She and Simon had met after a terrorist attack in London. Working in A&E the victims of the attack were brought there, she was busy dressing wounds, hanging IV lines and giving pain medication. That was until Task Force 141 burst through the doors carrying a half conscious Simon Riley.

Her manager assigned her to take care of him, blood loss from a stab wound. He was rushed into surgery to cauterise the blood vessel and stitch up the open skin. Their relationship was rocky at first, she felt uneasy he was rushed in above everyone else. The skull mask made her feel nervous, but his gentle grasp at her wrist alleviated some of this.

They began talking more and more during her shifts, he eagerly awaited her arrival every time. After he was discharged they remained in contact and the rest is history.

Four years later and Ghost is sat in his room at the barracks, missing his wife immensely. All the boys had met her, she often invited them round for dinner. They loved her, she was funny, kind and certainly kept Ghost in his place. But what they didn’t know was that she was a fiend in the bedroom. She certainly gave Ghost a run for his money.

Knowing he was going to be away for months she surprised him before he left. A small envelope filled with Polaroids of her, in deep purple underwear, stockings, and black patent stilettos. Others she was completely naked, angling the camera down her body two fingers teasing the edge of her cunt.

Oh he liked this surprise. On base he kept them on his person, no one else was gonna be privy to this. When he left base he kept them in a tin lock box he hid in a vent in his room. Just looking at her body in those photos drove him wild, all he wanted to do was to touch her. To feel her beneath him.

Lost in his memories of her he didn’t hear the first knock at the door. The second made him jump ‘Ghost! You in there buddy?’ Soaps thick accent pierced the door. Scrambling he tried to shove the pictures back in the box making one hell of a racket. ‘Comin Soap!’

Opening the door he was panting slightly. ‘Alright Lt?’ Soap asked confused. Nodding he hurried him out of the room but not before Soap noticed a picture on the floor. ‘What’s that on the floor Lt?’ His eyes widened in fear, he couldn’t let your pictures be seen by them. ‘Nothin that concerns you Johnny’ he warned.

Gaz rounded the corner and saw the look in Ghosts eyes, ‘Soap what you done now?’ He laughed. ‘Lt is hiding something from us me thinks.’ Gaz burst out laughing.

‘Leave him alone Soap, come in before Price has our arses.’ Soap backed off, surrendering.

As Ghost dropped his guard to close the door Soap burst through and dived for the photo. ‘STEAMIN JESUS LT!’ He shrieked laughing, ‘hidin’ this beauty from us I see.’ Gaz over come with curiosity fought off Ghost and joined Soap on the floor. ‘Fuck sir. She’s stunning’ he laughed. Luckily it was a photo of her in her lingerie, her breasts pushed together, her red lips smirking. ‘Gimme that if you know what’s good for you’ Ghost boomed.

Gaz and Soap exchanged a glance at each other like naughty school boys. ‘One more peep Lt?’ Soap laughed.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod mw22 #ghost x reader #fan fic smut #smut #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish #soap mctavish x reader #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick #simon riley x reader #cod ghost

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bangtanhoneys · 7 months

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GRACE TOUR: March 19th 2025 - SEOUL

Gocheok Sky Dome was starting to fill up nicely. Vendors were selling the last of their merch and ARMY were getting their drinks and snacks, making their way to their seats…all 25,000. Of course, there were plenty of celebrities who had turned up for what was going to be the first night of Grace Chu’s solo tour.

Members of Seventeen, Tomorrow By Together, XG, Black Pink, IU, CL, Ateez, Twice, Ailee, G-Dragon, Jay Park were just a few names that ARMY were whispering about when they had spotted the idols in the various VIP seats. Not only that, there were entertainers, comedians and politicians who had turned out tonight. It seemed as if half of Seoul’s idol world had turned out to see what was going to become of the In My Head Tour.

As the arena was filling up, various BTS music videos with the appropriate song were played over the speakers. With most of the members still in the military, only two members were present and they were backstage enjoying the snacks provided for the main star.

“Did you come for the food or to support me?” Grace asked, laughing in the makeup chair as she watched Seokjin fill up his plate with traditional British food. J-Hope was next to him, doing exactly the same but on a smaller plate. It was a nice distraction from the nerves that were swirling in her stomach as updates came in from Sejin about the arena capacity and who he had spotted in the audience.

“Both!” the two men said as they sat down at the small table provided.

She rolled her eyes and tried not to move again as the make up artist applied the make up, not a lot but enough to do give her the look she was going for. Her newly dyed blonde hair had been styled down into loose waves but pushed away from her face so it wouldn’t get in the way of anything.

The dancers, fourteen males and seven women, were in their respective rooms getting ready as well. The noise from them was enough to drown out the noise from the crowd above, singing along to the music being provided.

“Here she is!”

Grace glanced over, seeing Bang PD arrive with Sejin and Hobeom, all with flowers in their hands.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she grinned as the make-up artist paused and allowed her to jump off the chair to go hug her favourite men.

“Of course! I’ve got a box with the two hungry men over there and a few others,” her CEO nodded in the direction of the BTS members who were currently resembling their BT21 characters with how stuffed their cheeks were.

“One hour call,” the stage manager announced from the door.

“You finish getting ready, boys finish that up and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

It wasn’t hard to ignore the noise that suddenly erupted from the seats as the VCR started playing as Grace crouched on the lift, letting out a deep breath as she held onto her mic tight. Her female dancers were spread onto two other lifts, all looking excited and nervous but ready to go.

The moment 7 Rings began to play, Grace was lifted to the stage.

The roar from the crowd almost drowned out the music in her ears and from the band behind. ARMY had been waiting years for Grace to show off the skills they knew she had for a solo stage and for a solo concert. The hype around this tour had been immense, with international news also picking up on what was expected to be one of the highest grossing tours.

From her view, Grace could see the ARMY bombs light up purple in tandem with the beat of the music and all worries and fears went out the window when she could hear them singing back to her. This was (mostly) a Korean crowd, singing in English, back to her.

The dancers moved easily with her, especially the seven male dancers who moved past the female dancers as they had been practising for over a year. It felt complete to dance with seven dancers, making her feel like she was back with the boys again and each male dancer had been, jokingly, given their BTS equivalent.

The worries about hitting the high notes and making sure she breathed easy felt stupid now. They flowed out with ease and while she was sure it wasn’t going to be like this for every tour, it gave her the confidence as the music and lights and VCR slipped into In My Head.

The song choice was met with another roar of approval from the crowd as Grace moved down the stage to the start of the thrust stage where one dancer, given the nickname Jimin was waiting for her and another nicknamed Tae was waiting further down to join them.

By the time they got to the next costume change, Grace was on cloud nine.

Of course, they didn’t expect her to bring Butter to the stage.

Nor did they expect her to sing everyone’s lines perfectly, stay in the centre of the formation and deliver the song perfectly.

From the VIP section, Seokjin was recording the Butter performance to send to the boys while everyone in their box sang along to the lyrics. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Hobi narrowed his eyes when the dance break came and remained like that until it was finished and the final verse was being sung.

“Perfect as always,” Hobi yelled over the sound of the music, giving a thumbs up to the camera with the big screen in the background as Grace rapped ‘ice on my wrist I’m the nice guy.’ Seokjin laughed and zoomed in, as the dancers formed their ARMY sign with Grace at the end, throwing a finger heart to the camera.

By the time the concert was over, ARMY had been left on the biggest high. It had been awhile since they could sing and dance along to BTS’ songs in a concert environment and Seokjin could hear them as they began to leave once the lights came on and staff were directing them on where to go.

Backstage, Grace found herself covered in the arms of her parents.

“We’re so proud,” her mother cried as her father patted her head.

“Mum, let me go, I’ve got to get this makeup off,” Grace laughed but hugged her back all the same as she watched her father then shake and hug all the dancers as they headed towards their respective changing rooms.

Everyone was happy, content and more than made up that the first concert had been a success. The noise down the corridor from stage hands, HYBE management, staff, make-up artists and the like was louder than the ARMY’s singing as they left.

“Ah who needs BTS when we’ve got Grace Chu,” Hobi laughed as he entered the dressing room, arms wide open which Grace all but bounced into.

“Did I do okay? Are you happy?” she asked her dance captain, who threw his arms around her and spun her around the room.

“Happy? He was crying at one point,” Seokjin mentioned as he was followed by Bang PD, IU, CL and even Tomorrow by Together.

By the end of the night and by the time Grace got home, social media had exploded with the news.

Grace Chu had been turned into a solo megastar.

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts scenarios #bts fic #gracechu

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kasewichser · 1 year

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crossing a line (i)

doug remer/joe cooper (?) x gender neutral scolari!reader

wc: ~1.7k words

warnings: light swearing ig, (small & LEGAL) age gap but nothing really happens right now

a/n: this is not only my first time writing for BASEketball, but writing fics in a long time. so bear with me if my characterization is off in any way. and i havent fully figured out who im writing this about, so bear with me on that too! any feedback is appreciated!!

edit: part 2 here

As a teenager, you fell in love with living “out west” somewhere. Wisconsin was lovely, yes, but tales of California filled your eyes with stars. So, you made it your goal to reach The Golden State. At fifteen, you started to work after school, saving up money from your crappy cashier job to afford out-of-state schooling. You even took a gap year to secure enough money. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford a California lifestyle even on a scholarship and with your saved-up funds. Luckily, you had applied for backup schools in the northwest. You chose a school in Seattle because you heard it was nicer than the schools in Oregon that you applied to. And that's how you ended up moving to Washington for school. It had been a hard choice and an even harder goodbye with your brother.

Despite the six-year age gap you two shared, you and Kenny were really close. He, despite his short stature, was always the protective big brother, sometimes to an extreme. And as a kid, you found it overbearing, as an adult you mostly found it endearing. While you two had kept in contact over the years, you hadn't had a chance to see him in person since you left. At first, it was because school and work kept you busy plus you figured that after the sport he and some old friends of his created, he was pretty busy himself.

But, eventually, you stopped talking to him because you dropped out of school after about a year & a half. The expenses built up, you couldn’t keep up with the workload and it was stressing you out far more than it should, so you dropped out, mid-semester. And the fear of being shamed for that decision had made you never want to return to Wisconsin. You even stopped watching Beers’ games for awhile because even seeing your brother on TV made you feel guilty. You avoided calling him, but would always answer if he called you. When he asked about school, you lie, saying it was going great, but keeping it vague. And as much as you missed your brother, you didn’t want to have to face him. But, as luck would have it, he would call you after the season had ended and arranged your coming home. He’d brought you the plane ticket and told you that you were going to be on that plane. The excitement, fear and guilt you felt was indescribable. You were excited to see him because finally it would mean the Scolari’s were back together, but the fear of disappointing your brother was immense.

Kenny had picked you up from the airport and the two of you were driving back to his place. The trip was fairly quiet as part of you didn’t want to there, but everything else was quiet as well. The road, the radio, the wind. The silence felt awkward to you, but you just telling yourself that your brother didn't notice it.

“By the way, I forgot to tell Coop and Remer you’re coming...” He explained, flashing his eyes over to you. Your eyes widened a little, recalling the names and the people attached to them. You were eleven the last time you saw them in person, but of course, you watched Beers games all the time.

When you last saw Airman and Sir Swish, It was your brother's high school graduation. You were standing with your brother when the two came over, calling Kenny ‘Squeak’. You laughed at the nickname. Your brother shot you a disappointed look. You apologized as the two men then turned their attention to you. Coop would be the first one to say something,

“So, Squeak here’s your brother?” You nodded, with a smile. Coop, you noted, had blue eyes, something you always wanted because you thought they were cool. Remer, whos hair was his most defining feature, then butted in,

“What’s it like having ol’ Squeak here as your brother?” Kenny rolled his eyes and tried to pull you away from the conversation. But you, the stubborn kid you were, refused to move. At the time, high schoolers were so immensely cool to you. You would answer any question they had for you.

“Kenny is so cool. He’s always telling me cool facts. Like, uhm, did you know the president was in a movie?!” You beamed. It's true that you thought the world of the brother, and you said what you meant in good faith but the two older boys started laughing. Once again, your brother tugged at your arm, signalling he wanted to leave.

“If you guys are gonna be assholes, I’m leaving.” Kenny snapped. Coop and Remer minimized their laughing. Remer then patted your head lovingly, and smiled,

“You’re a good one, kid. You want a cool nickname like your brother here?” You were star struck at the offer and excitedly nodded yes. High schoolers were cool after all. Your brother was protesting but you didn’t care. The two teens looked at you for a moment before Remer spoke again,

“How about Pip. As in Pipsqueak?”

“Nah dude, that's too close to Squeak.” Coop gestured to your brother.

“Thats the point dude.” Remer rebutted. Coop was about to argue back when you spoke up, saying you really liked it. Kenny, Coop and Remer all shared a glance.

“Well then, nice meeting you Pip.”

“You think they’d remember me?” You question after a moment. Kenny shrugs his shoulders as he pulls into a driveway for his shared house.

“Guess we’ll see.” He opens the door and gets out of the car. You follow suit and walk back to the car’s trunk where your luggage is. Ken unlocks the trunk, but as you go to grab your luggage, he hits your hand away. You nod and offer a quick thanks as he pulls them out. You look at the house, taking it in. It’s nothing spectacular but it’s certainly larger than any home you’ve been in. Above the garage is a hoop, presumably for baseketball games between the three men who reside in the home. You’ve fallen behind your brother who’s now waiting on the doorstep, luggage next to him with keys in hand. You rush over to him and watch as he unlocks the door.

It swings open revealing a fairly large and nice room. Guess basketball was more profitable than you first thought. Directly to your right is a living room with a TV, a couch and a small coffee table. It was messy; beer cans scattered across the floor, what was likely day-old dishes on the table. A dust-covered VCR next to a pile of VHS tapes. The living room was clearly lived in, but the kitchen directly ahead of you was a different story; it looked unused. As much as you disagreed with stereotypes, three men living alone having a clean kitchen didn't strike you as odd. Your brother sighed in relief, seemingly glad his roommates-slash-friends-slash teammates were MIA. You pulled your luggage inside across the threshold as you took in the new environment.

“You’re staying in my room. No arguing about it!” You jokingly pouted but nodded. Kenny guided you to his room. It was down a small hallway. When he opened the door, you saw it was fairly basic. He had a few honours from his ongoing career as a professional baseketball star and some photos of the family scattered around, but it was otherwise unimpressive. You threw the luggage on the bed and trying to decide if you wanted to unpack it when a voice from behind startled you.

“Holy shit!” You hadn’t expected to recognize it as easily as you did. You were greeted by the tall and lanky Doug Remer. Of course, you’ve seen him on TV since you watch a lot of Beers' games, but he looked different than your memories. It was like he was a new person somehow. Maybe it was the height, something which once was very noticeable between the two of you, but now so much. There was something just…different, and not in a bad way either. You offered a small wave to the man who gave a huge smile in return.

“Lil Pip, all grown up.” You joked. It was surprising, but the familiarity of being back with him was comforting. It was another reminder of a past you missed. Remer just stood there unsure of what to say. You offered a smile to Doug, and he replied with two finger guns. You giggled before Kenny, quickly butted in,

“Remer, if you try anything, I’ll make sure you regret it.” Always the defensive brother. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of course, during one of your phone calls, you’d heard about the playboy that was Doug Remer. Kenny complained all the time about Remer hooking up with random chicks and even making out with a few guys a couple times. But you also knew that sometimes Kenny would embellish stories as a way of “protecting you”. Regardless, you figured Doug wasn’t stupid enough to pull anything with you, knowing how it would upset Kenny. And after all, any bad blood between the team was bad for the game. Remer, in response to your brother’s threat, raised his hands up defensively and walked off without saying another word.

“Ken, you didn’t need to do that. I promise I can handle myself.” You said after you were certain Doug was out of hearing range. Your brother apologized but you could still tell it was bugging him. Even though most of the time, the protective act was endearing, this was certainly not one of those times. As you pulled your luggage off the bed (you weren’t going to unpack, that was a lot of effort), you asked your brother a question,

“What would you do if I did hook up with him—or Coop?” It was mostly to see his reaction. It was a fun thought experiment. Kenny tensed up and responded with mostly stammering and confused tones. You laughed, both at the notion AND Kenny’s reaction, and you saw him relax instantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll behave myself, Ken. Besides, he’s not even that good-looking.”

#baseketball #joe cooper x reader #doug remer x reader #trey parker #matt stone #matt stone x reader #trey parker x reader #joe cooper #doug remer #squeak scolari

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salternateunreality2 · 2 months

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Imagine Lucrecia had 2 sons. First with Vincent that she later gave away for adoption and second with Hojo.

She knew she f up with the second one, but maybe the first one can live a calm and uneventful life in Banora?

The Jones family adopted Baby Lucent. He was a smart, pale little kid that constantly stuck his nose into things he had no business snooping on. He found out about how the Rhapsodoses let their nanny hit their son, and how Genesis and Angeal were science experiments gone wrong. He saw the boys form a bond, playing together and sneaking over to see each other in the dead of night.

Lucent always wanted to join them, but was rarely able to see them during the day, when it would have been acceptable to talk to them. He was too quiet when he watched at night, and it would have been creepy to introduce himself then.

Lucent was his parents' only child, and grew up knowing he was adopted. They loved him and did their best, even when he'd materialize out of nowhere around the house like a ninja, starting from before he could crawl. Or when he'd just happen to know things that no one told him. He knew the mayor was sleeping with the butcher. He knew who his bio mom was and that she was a Shinra scientist. He knew the people who spied on him every few months were Turks. He guessed that either he was a Turk child or a lab experiment or both.

His mom and dad had longed for him so much, and they really did their homework in raising him. They paid careful attention to his emotional well-being, and encouraged and disciplined him to the very best of their ability. He loved them immensely, and they him.

So when he kept getting top marks at school, they didn't hesitate to put him in online and university classes, or to scrape together funds to support him when he went to Midgar to study. He was advanced enough that he got admitted early and went around the same time as Genesis and Angeal enlisted.

He worked hard, and by the time the Crisis Core era rolled around, he had a medical degree and employment with Shinra. More importantly, he had access to records now, was fast friends with Kunsel, and was constantly being courted by the Turks, who he turned down every time.

It did take up until this point to confirm his suspicions about the slope of Sephiroth's nose and the funny way his bangs grew, but now he knew, and now, at 11:30 am on a Tuesday, it was time to meet his half brother.

Lucent coughed once, then finally knocked on Sephiroth's office door.

"Come in," said Sephiroth. "Oh. What does the old man want now? Blood?"

Lucent blinked in confusion.

"I'm not sure who you mean; I'm here to deliver the report for the 3rd class health statistics," Lucent said.

"Very well, you may leave it on my desk," said Sephiroth, returning to his computer.

"I also wished to discuss something else with you."

Sephiroth sighed and fished around for a pen.

"Did you want an autograph?"

"No, I want to know if you remember our mother."

Time seemed to freeze, and the temperature of the room dropped.

"Excuse me?" Sephiroth asked, cold as ice.

"Lucrecia Crescent, listed as a primary scientist in the Jenova project. Long brown hair, same face as you, probably died when you were a baby...? I just want to know more about her, if you have more information."

"Get out."

Lucent felt animal fear jolt through his veins, but he powered through. He wasn't known for letting curiosity go easily.

"I understand this is a shock. I will leave, but please contact me if you change your mind," Lucent said, placing his card and the forgotten report on Sephiroth's desk. He kept his composure as he exited, closing the door firmly behind him, walking calmly down to his office, and shutting his own door.

Then he slumped against it, shaking and breathing hard. He'd be a stupid man not to be absolutely terrified from the energy in Sephiroth's office. He didn't know how long he sat there on the corporate carpet, trying to calm his nerves and telling himself he did the right thing, but he was interrupted by his PHS ringing.

"Dr. Lucent Jones," he answered automatically.

"Commander Rhapsodos. Look, Jones, I don't know who you are or where you've come from, but on behalf of Sephiroth, I will give you exactly one opportunity to speak with me. If I don't like what I hear, I will kill you. Meet me at the coffee shop on Loveless and 6th in one hour." Genesis paused. "Just to make it perfectly clear, I will kill you. This is a company line and I know Reno or someone is listening in. I will kill any Turks if they follow you, and if you're working with them or any other group to take advantage, I will kill everyone involved. If you don't show up, I will blackball you from practicing medicine in Midgar, but it will be better than death."

*click*

Lucent let out a strained laugh. Genesis Rhapsodos might be dramatic in everyday life, but that was not an idle threat.

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Lazard watched as a man in a lab coat left Sephiroth's office. That couldn't be good. As soon as the man left, Lazard tapped on Sephiroth's door, knowing he would have heard him coming. After a few seconds with no response, he swiftly entered, shutting the door behind him.

Sephiroth was sitting at his desk, completely motionless, pupils blown wide, gaze fixed on a stack of papers topped by a business card.

This wasn't going to be a good day.

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Eventually, Lucent is vetted by at least 3 layers of Sephiroth Protection Squad members, supported by Kunsel, and breaks into the inner circle. With him on their side, he's able to help with Genesis and Angeal's degradation using his Turk inclinations and medical knowledge.

He brings Sephiroth to meet his parents, and they love him and adopt him immediately, laughing over his ability to appear out of nowhere and cooing over his handsome funky bangs. They cherish his awkwardness covered by learned manners, fondly remembering Lucent's teenage years.

Lucent keeps digging, becoming more and more horrified between what he uncovers and what he hears from Sephiroth. He is right that this can't continue, and he is right that something must be done about Jenova.

He, Sephiroth, and Genesis go to Nibelheim with a spunky little trooper and Angeal's puppy. Shit goes down, but they ultimately find themselves with an emo vampire.

Sephiroth smirks weakly from where Genesis is practically holding him up.

"Guess it's my turn to spring some shocking parentage news on you, big brother," he says, nodding his head at Lucent and Vincent's matching red eyes and pale skin. Everyone laughs, relieved that Sephiroth is going to be ok, Jenova is dead, and the little trooper pulled through after being yeeted into a wall.

When they return to Midgar, Vincent kills Hojo and the president, and after the dust settles, Sephiroth retires to Banora. He has dinner with the Jones family most nights, and when Genesis or Angeal is in town, they eat apples together.

Lucent keeps his job at Shinra, helping the trooper through his mako sensitivity and his transition to SOLDIER. He's always wanted to help people, and Midgar is rife with interesting and difficult cases.

Of course, he visits home regularly to see his family, often tagging along when Lazard visits Sephiroth.

#ff7 #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #vincent valentine #lucrecia crescent #fuck hojo #not literally lucrecia pull yourself together

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lostinfic · 6 months

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For the spooky Borgias prompts, maybe Lucrezia thinks she's being haunted?

A ghost story: a love story

"It’s only grief," Lucrezia told herself as she stared at the canopy over the bed. The golden silk seemed to undulate in the dark, as if animated by a passing spirit. She looked away. The full moon shone through the curtains, illuminating the face of Alfonso d’Este, her third husband. He slept soundly. She hadn’t slept in weeks.

Since Cesare’s death in March, nightmares plagued her nights. The dreams always started with a good memory— lying on the grass together, the first time they’d made love, the way he’d kissed her after she fled Naples, waking up with him when she lived in his house before remarrying— but then his beautiful face would start to rot and melt and she would wake up sick to her stomach, with pangs of grief that felt like stab wounds.

And then the noises had begun: footsteps in the hall and whispers in the night. Even during the day, she caught shadows that belonged to no one, and her things were not where she’d left them.

The first three nights it happened, she’d woken up her husband. But as he’d started emitting doubts about her sanity, she thought it best to deal with this on her own.

Lucrezia’s body was rigid under the sheets, all her attention focused on the noise outside her bedroom. The footsteps were getting closer to the door, the floorboards creaked under the person’s weight. She was used to the servants, coming and going, but this was different. She thought she recognized that gait, but it couldn’t be. He was dead, ambushed by his own men in Spain.

She took a deep breath to gather her courage, but when she breathed out, the air was cold along her lips and nostrils. She willed her body to shake off the fear-induced stupor she was in. Her feet found her slippers, she wrapped herself in a black robe, and she walked slowly towards the door.

When she put her hand on the doorknob, the footsteps stopped. The ghost or whatever it was, stood just on the other side. Then a whisper, like a cold, hissing draught on a windy day, no more intelligible and yet she thought she heard her name.

She pressed her ear to the jamb.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine…”

It’s not fear but immense sadness that made tears well up in her eyes. She laid her hand and forehead against the door, as if she could feel him on the other side. Cesare. Her brother. Her other half.

The floorboards creaked again, away from the door, and she chased after them. Rounding a corner, she was caught, a gloved hand slapping over her mouth.

She fought and squirmed and tried to scream.

“Lucrezia.”

She recognized the voice and stopped wiggling, but her heart still hammered in her chest. The hand left her mouth as she sagged against Cesare’s chest. She didn’t turn around, didn’t try to see his face in case it wasn’t real. His arms wrapped around her and his lips found her neck. That feeling, like God was in the room with them, overwhelmed her again. It was a miracle, there was no other explanation for it.

“Are you a ghost?” she asked.

“Only to some, to you I am flesh and blood.”

“Prove it,” she asked, turning in his arms to face him at last.

Though most of his face was shrouded in shadows, she recognized his smile and laughter.

Cesare picked her up in his arms and carried her to the nearest empty bedroom.

The next morning, she woke up alone and not a trace of him remained...

#hope you like it anon!#The Borgias #Cesare/Lucrezia #lostinfic writes stuff

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storyowls · 1 month

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My half of a writing trade I did where I was given some songs and picked the ones that most inspired stories. This particular trade involved me creating a Lasombra for them!

Introducing "Double A" Aukes

Just like all projects in the World of Darkness, this project is rated 18+. Like all kindred, Aster is a monster, and acts as such. Do not expect him to be a good person.

Taemin - Light

Aster Aukes was very particular about his choices in life. And, well, undeath made him more set in those ways. Which, oddly enough, made finding his touchstones extremely easy. When one is particular about choices, they tend to find those who think the same way no matter where they go. Even if they never interact or see each other face to face. Oh yes, Aster was not short in choices for his threads to humanity.

Haneul Yi just so happens to be his favorite.

Haneul was a retired small-time kpop star in the city, she could have made it far but she didn’t feel the need. And somebody who chased the bliss of fame, even the most minute, intrigued Aster to no end. Especially when said person was very vocal about why she didn’t continue.

A truthful lady she was, and that endeared her to the older kindred.

They often ran into each other at parties (she never questioned why he was at such events) and mingled. She never noticed how Aster would seemingly chase off people who began to get too chummy, too close, too creepy. She did not mind how some producers who never left her alone before then gave her a wide pathway. She enjoyed her new friend’s company immensely, and was always glad to see him.

And he always enjoyed the light she emitted with her smile and personality.

Aster made certain she never saw his reflection, found his ways to wiggle out of voice calls of any kind. “I’m a particular, strange man, Miss Haneul. And I take to text messages much better.”

She bought it, and he was grateful.

Their friendship blossomed over the years, and every chance they had to see each other was greeted with relief. As he saw her begin to age, he somehow pushed down the negative feelings. After all, aging was part of the human experience, even after only three years. It was part of life, and she was human. He was not, and she had to do it all for him.

Aster was particular about his choices in life, and even more so in undeath.

Rumors began about somebody pestering Haneul. Aster grumbled upon hearing them, looking at his book as the gossip of a human telling him the tale prattled on. He was doing his best to not show any emotions at the news, but it was hard. The kindred listened to the news that his friend was starting to skip parties, and that infuriated him. A change to his touchstone?

That won’t do at all.

He and the gossip parted ways, and he went to look for more rumors. Whoever was doing this had to be known, seen, describable. And there was no way he was going to tolerate this behavior. No, not at all. This was his friend, his thread to humanity. Aster “Double A” Aukes was not going to tolerate this behavior at all.

The rumors flowed easily from the humans’ lips. His presence alone was enough to make them speak; there was a certain fear some people in their circles felt when he came to ask questions. He would be quiet, letting them speak before sliding them a little something for their information.

The cash wasn’t as good as not pissing him off, but nobody turned it down.

They’d watch as he left him, clearly pleased with what they shared. A strange sense of unease would leave him, seeming to be attached to his shadow. One of the people, a woman named Jolene, could almost swear she saw his shadow move in an unnatural way.

She decided, wisely, to believe it was just her imagination.

As Aster walked into the night, thoughts formed in his mind. The information clicked together, and he knew who to bring his…displeasure up to. Haneul’s protection was first and foremost, but there was nothing to prevent him from having some fun, right? A grin formed over his lips and he opened the back door of his car, watching as his ghoul turned to greet him. Aster Aukes was particular about his choices in life.

And undeath made him more settled in those ways.

Red Velvet - Naughty

(Warning: There's vague mention of death and murder towards the end of the story)

The car pulled up to the building, Aster turning his head to glance at it out the window. He didn’t wait for his ghoul, opening the door and stepping out, “You’ll know when I’m done.” The ghoul nodded, watching as he closed the door. Nobody came out to greet him, as if all the security had gone away for the night.

Well, they did, but that’s neither here nor there.

Quietly walking up to the front door, he craned his head to look into the lobby of the luxurious apartment building. One person came into view, spotting him. A smile rolled over his lips, and the stranger seemed startled. It wasn’t long until they basically ran for the door to open it for him.

“Oh, what wonderful manners,” he said in the most soothing and friendly voice he could muster. It didn’t seem to work, but that wasn’t super important at the moment. Stepping inside the vampire turned to the lobby worker, who was clearly holding something out for him.

“Thank you!” He gave them a smile, taking the spare room key that clearly was meant for maintenance. Holding it up, he noted the person lived on the top most floor. Of course.

“A-ah, the cameras uh ...mysteriously turned off.” That was a lie, this person did something to gain the promised payment. “I was told anywhere between half an hour to an hour for somebody to come fix them, sir.”

“Ahhhh, thank you. I’ll do my best to be out of here before then. I’ll make sure to leave a tip since you’ve been so lovely.” He smiled again, turning to go to the elevator. The lobby worker scuttled to their desk, sitting down and opening a book in order to pretend he wasn’t there.

Wise humans always impressed Aster.

Stepping into the smaller room, he adjusted his overcoat. The doors closed and he went up. Toying with the key in his hand, he smiled a much more wicked smile. The human side of him slipped, going deep inside to protect itself from what was coming. After a few minutes, the door opened and he stepped out, humming to himself.

And he smiled as he put the key into the lock.

He had his shadow hunt for him.

Following it around, seeing it peek around a corner. He paused, seeing through it as it spotted somebody coming over to see why the hell they heard their door unlock. As the human stepped around, they froze at the sight.

Aster had done a good job of getting producers to leave Haneul alone, but apparently not good enough.

Walking over to him, he let out a sigh, “So, I would ask you if you have anything to say for yourself, but I don’t really care. And besides, I have a time limit.” Reaching out, he grinned as he put a hand on his shoulder, “And I’ve run out of patience for a warning.” The human was staring at him, starting to feel the fear run through him. He did not notice the weird shadows coming together on his walls, tentacles slithering out.

And he barely had enough time to let out a strangled sound of fear as they struck.

Leaving the apartment, Aster quietly closed the door and locked it. When the police came tomorrow, it’d look like a simple strangling on a restrained victim. Too simple for his taste, but he has to try to cover his tracks sometimes. Going to the elevator, he rides it back down. The key hits the counter as he tosses it to the side, and the lobby worker is instantly up.

He watched as they unlocked the doors, finally noticing the gloves they conveniently wore for work.

Clever, clever.

He listened to the doors locked behind him as his ghoul drove back up. Getting back in, he shut and leaned back in his seat. They drove off, and he watched as the security guards finally came back for the night. Huh, how odd it was that their breaks were scheduled at the same time. As they left the parking lot, a smile came to his lips.

He was looking forward to the next party.

Haneul was there, and Aster was happy to see her. She seemed happy again, relaxed. The two of them had heard the whispers about the producer’s death, the rumors around it. But nobody ever mentioned a certain man who never seemed to be involved in the music industry being involved.

He’d have to be sure to send that lobby worker another tip, cash of course.

As the night moved on, the vampire was relaxed and watched as his friend matched his mood. A smile came over his lips, and she gave him that bright, full of light smile back. Aster Aukes was very particular about his choices in life.

And, well, undeath made him more set in those ways.

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Suspicious Minds- Kenny Omega and Hangman Page

So I recently watched Elvis and the Suspicious Minds Vocal Intro is literally the best thirty-something seconds right at the beginning and it inspired this so I had to include the link for the heaven that this was.

Also this is going to be a short little drabble with Poly! Kenny and Hangman with a Fem! Reader

Word Count: 787

‘Oh, let our love survive’

You were crying backstage at Full Gear, watching your boyfriends lay it all out on the line. What had once started as a teasing thing between Kenny and Adam had escalated into something more dark, twisted, and personal. More than once had they used you as a weapon in promos or sometimes (Kenny usually) would inadvertently use you as a human shield. Adam tried to keep you out of it as much as he could but it was of no use. It hurt you immensely to watch the two men that you loved more than life itself try to kill each other. You had been praying the whole time to anyone who would listen that once this was all over, once the final winner was decided in this battle that your relationship would survive, that your love would be strong enough to survive this very large bump in the road.

‘I’ll dry the tears from your eyes’

You didn’t even realize that someone had joined you at the monitor, and you jumped slightly when a hand touched your shoulder only for you to relax when you saw your older brother Matt; you figured Nick was already in Dusty talking to Tony. “You okay?” Matt asked you even though he already knew the answer; he and Nick had been watching you fall apart quietly this entire feud. You stared at your big brother for a moment before finally shaking your head no, more tears falling down your cheeks in a hot stream. Without thinking Matt pulled you into his arms and let you cry, it broke his heart to see you so upset, you were the baby of the family, you were what was usually called the “change your life” baby. Your siblings were almost all teenagers when you were born and they were fiercely overprotective when it came to you. Matt and Nick even threatened Kenny and Adam when your relationship first started out. After a few minutes of you crying, you pulled away from Matt and turned back to look at the monitor, flinching when Kenny took a bump a bit too hard. “Is this how it ends? Is this where I lose them both?” You whispered, terrified to find out the inevitable truth. “No. Your love for them and their love for you is stronger than this.” Matt said. You sniffled and wiped your nose slightly with your hoodie sleeve. Matt didn’t say anything as he turned your face away from the monitor for a moment and wiped the tears from your eyes; something he and Nick have done since you were a baby.

‘Let’s don’t let a good thing die’

It was finally over. They went at it for almost half an hour. You didn’t know what to feel. Happiness, for it finally being over. For Adam winning. Anger, that they had let what was a friendly feud off camera turn into an all-out blood bath between them. Sadness, for Kenny, losing. Fear, for both of their safety; neither of them knew where to draw the line. You were especially scared for Kenny, knowing how many injuries he had going into the match. Dread, because you thought this would be the end of your relationship and you didn’t want to choose. You loved them both too much to choose. You felt sick when you saw them coming down the hallway towards you. As they got closer they could see the worry etched in your brow and the tracks where your tears had streamed down not a few minutes prior. Once they were within arms reach Adam dropped the heavy and very expensive title onto the floor and pulled you into his embrace, Kenny soon enveloping you both. They could hear you sobbing as you attached yourself to them, mentally beginning to brace yourself for the fatal blow. They went to pull away but you just held on tighter, wanting the moment to last before inevitable heartbreak. As if they could read your thoughts they squeezed you just as tight and whispered sweet nothings to you. They told you that everything was going to be okay, that this wasn't the end of your relationship with them; that they were willing to try everything to fix what had been damaged during these past few months. They told you that they weren't going to let your relationship die, that your love would power through, and they apologized for letting it get so personal. They knew that had a lot of making up to do between each other and with you, in more ways than one. And they were prepared to do that, which only made you fall in love with them more.

#Spotify #kenny omega angst #hangman page angst #hangman adam page #Kenny omega #two of my favorite blondes #himbo cowboy #AEW imagine #aew x reader #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling angst #aew dynamite #aew full gear

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Siggy design for my au! She's about 14 here. Not really a fan of how either of these drawings turned out but oh well.

Head cannons/backstory for au sigurrós:

She's very tiny at the moment. Like 5 feet tall and 110 pounds soaking wet. Not sure yet if I want her to grow up and end up being like 6 foot tall and buff, or just stay the size she is now her whole life.

She's half Icelandic, half Korean.

She's a lesbian.

She usually goes by Sigs or Siggy.

She has a weird psychic connection with SCP-953. 953 is almost constantly talking to her telepathically. For some reason she just latched onto her when Sigs was a baby and ever since she's basically been living rent free in her head.

953 constantly degraded her and tried to influence her to do things she didn't want to do, like hurt or kill people. When she resisted, 953 was furious and would berate her and often encouraged her to hurt herself.

The staff assigned to be her primary caretakers for her for the first 8 years of her life were extremely neglectful. Since she was a newborn, they did the bare minimum to keep her alive. They had no emotional connection to her whatsoever, and would just ignore her every time she tried to connect with them.

Siggy is incredibly lactose intolerant. Her primary caretakers were told this by her doctors, but didn't really care. They still gave her milk and dairy products every day and as a result she often felt sick and in pain as a young child.

Higher ranking staff of the foundation like Gears, Kondraki, and Rights were the only people who actually showed care for her and gave her the validation and love her primary caretakers never provided. As a result, she always strived to impress the doctors and do everything they asked, to receive their approval. She was intrigued by Clef for as long as she could remember, and for some reason just kind of looked up to him even though she didn't see him very often. She'd often try to interact with him and even draw pictures or make gifts for him, but he had a similar apathetic reaction to her that her caretakers held, eventually growing to outright fear and dislike her. It hurt her immensely to know one of the people she likes most wanted her dead.

In this au, she was woken up from her coma a few months after the whole 239-b incident, right after her eighth birthday. Staff had an idea of how to better control her powers, but before they could act on their plan, she solved her own problem. Since she could have anything she wanted in the world, she decided she didn't want powers anymore after all the trouble they'd caused her, and wished to be normal forever. It worked, now she can't bend reality even if she wanted to.

The very same day she woke up, 953 accidentally lets slip to sigurrós her plan to breach containment and kill a bunch of staff. Siggy sees Clef is the first person she wants to kill, and immediately runs to find him and tell him, as she still doesn't want him to get hurt, even after he tried to kill her. She explains the whole situation to Clef, including how she and 953 are telepathically connected. Clef is horrified to learn what this kid has gone through for the past 8 years, and has a change of heart about her. She doesn't even have powers anymore. She's just a normal little girl.

953 did end up breaching containment, and still hasn't been found to this day, but she didn't manage to kill anyone thanks to precautions taken thanks to siggy's heads up. 935 let the 939s out of containment to distract staff while she escaped. One of the 939s very briefly got a hold of Siggy, and gave her the scars on her face and notch in her ear.

Clef kinda felt bad about Siggy's whole situation and ended up adopting her. Meri became her big sister. Later on Clef and Kondraki got together, so she gained an additional dad and Draven as a brother.

Her teeth are sharper than a normal human's should be, and her nails are as well. She has little fangs that just barely stick out of her mouth. Her ears are abnormally pointy.

Her irises are gray, and her pupils are slitted like a cat or a fox and change color depending on her mood. Her eyes are highly reflective and appear to "glow" at night.

953 is still in her head and trying to influence her to do things, even though she told everyone their connection severed after 953 breached containment.

She has adhd.

She has an insecure attachment style due to the way she was raised. She also suffers from depression and PTSD. She goes to therapy for it.

She constantly needs to be assured that she's loved.

She's a huge cuddle bug and will take any opportunity she can to snuggle with one of her dads or siblings. Clef is often her go-to because he's the biggest and comfiest, and she feels safe around him.

She'll just say and do completely out of the blue things. She's very chaotic, and her friends and family love that about her. She's very entertaining.

She, Draven, and Meri love to banter back and forth at each other. Sigs is the baby so she gets teased the most.

Her two best friends are Emma (040) and Cameron (2241). She and Emma have always kinda had a mutual unspoken crush on each other, while Sigs and Cameron are more like siblings.

She uses humor to cope with her trauma.

Clef and Kondraki both love grunge and rock music, and passed that love down to all their kids. Hence the Radiohead t shirt.

#scp foundation #scp 239 #scp 166 #dr alto clef #clefdraki #clefdraki family au #sigurrós stefansdottir #draven kondraki #scp 040 #scp 2241

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ACOD| Chapter V

"I told everyone you are feeling sick today, stay in your room for a while." Those were the first words Ellian spoke to Aria when she woke up in the middle of the day, her body sore everywhere. She could barely lift her body from the bed, she felt like she had gotten a beating the previous night.

"Why?" It was the only thing she could mutter in her half-awoken state. She turned to look at him, he was fixing his clothes in the giant mirror of the room, playing with the buttons of his black shirt. She looked at Aria through the mirror and smirked, before turning to face her.

"Because you are no Queen, you are my toy. There is no need for you to attend any formal meeting, except in rare occasions." His tone indicated that she shouldn't even have questioned him, and Aria cursed herself for not thinking before opening her mouth.

"Today was no exception." Ellian chuckled and looked outside the window, making Aria exhale in relief that she didn't have to look into his eyes anymore.

"I'm going to be away today." He turned to her and in a few steps closed the distance between them and sat on the bed next to her. He caressed her cheek with his fingertip, ignoring her quivering lips and lifted her chin so she was facing him.

"Be a good little doe and stay here." Aria gulped and slowly backed away, nodding at is request. She knew there was no way this wasn't a threat. He chuckled and got up from the bed, not sparing Aria a second glance.

❋

Some minutes passed in silence, before Aria was certain that he was not going to come back inside the room. She looked down at her arms and bit her lips; she was bruised everywhere and in immense pain. Her neck was throbbing, and she couldn't even look at herself in the mirror for fear of what she would face. She instead decided that it would be a good time to have a bath, so she grabbed her robe and secured it tightly around her body. Just before she could step outside the room, her maids came knocking at the door.

"My queen, you are awake!" Marina was beaming as she entered the room.

"Are you feeling okay? The king told us not to wake you, since you were unwell." She continued and with a wave of her hand, the other maids started to clean up the room, getting the wedding dress of the floor and changing the sheets with brand new ones.

Aria could notice them exchanging glances and giggles as soon as they noticed the blood on the sheets, happy that their king and queen had a great first wedding night. It was almost as if she could hear their thoughts of an heir coming soon.

"Marina, I am feeling a bit unwell, yes. I want the bath ready and then I will come back to sleep for a bit longer." Aria said to the girl and smiled half-heartedly.

"Yes, my queen. Come with me." Marina led the way to the bathtub, it had already been filled with warm water and petals of many flowers, their aroma filling the room. Aria struggled to keep up with the girl's pace, her body hurt all over.

"The king let us know before he left to get the bath ready for you." Marina explained before Aria had any chance to ask why it was already filled. The young maid smiled and nudged Aria.

"He is such a gentleman!" she squealed like a little girl and Aria had to fight back a bitter laugh, bile building up her throat. If only she knew, she thought.

"You can go now." Aria waved the maid away and she bowed and closed the door behind her.

Finally, Aria was alone. She could gather her thoughts without anyone interrupting her. She let the robe fall on the floor and entered the bathtub, the warm water a balsam for her skin. She inhaled and lowered her head underwater, opening her eyes to see a warped reality. She couldn't hear anything, everything was muted, and the room was moving along the ripples made by her. It was a calmness she had longed to experience for years.

"Maybe I should leave." Aria muttered once she had risen from the water, the only logical explanation being that. She would cut and dye her hair black and pose as a peasant. She had heard about that small village at the edge of the kingdom, cut off by the humongous forest. The stories about it were that everyone there was a farmer, and they were the ones supplying Oceana with the best crops every year.

The thought of such a peaceful life excited her. She would no longer have to live through the fear that Ellian would take advantage of her body whenever he felt like it, and she would be free of the grasps of both him and her father. She could be free.

Her heart hammered inside her chest. It was a long shot, and if she was found she would be dead.

"I need to plan carefully." Aria muttered as she was exiting the water. She would need at least two months to get ready. Up until then she would have to pose as the queen and Ellian's fuck toy, but it would be over in two months. She would have to slowly gather money and clothes for her trip. It was said that the village was at least a month away by walking, and if she didn't want to get caught, she would have to walk there. It was too risky to take any animals.

By the time Aria had reached her room, she had decided. She would be going out to the city almost every night that Ellian would be gone to pawn her jewelry; that way she would have enough money for her trip to buy food and stay at inns. She would have to find a place to hide them, so as Ellian doesn't find them. After some thinking, she ended up with the forest that was near the castle, she could most probably find a place to dig up and hide them there.

For clothes, she would have to buy farmer's clothes and boots in the night market and hide them along with the money.

"I can do this." Aria breathed in and smiled. She had found a way out, and her plan was to be executed starting that very night.

❋

Aria waited behind the door, until she could no longer hear anyone going from room to room. It was pitch dark outside and the castle slept way earlier than the city. With a thumping heart, she pulled her hood over her braided hair, looked at herself in the mirror to make sure her face was not visible and slowly opened the giant door.

The long corridor was empty, and the lights were dim. She tried to move as slowly as she could, stepping only on the tips of her toes, not making any noise. She had to make her way to the kitchen quickly, before anyone caught wind of her, and exit through the back door.

There was no living soul in the corridor, so she started walking faster, the long cape covering her simple dark green dress in darkness. She quickly found herself in the kitchen, which to her relief was devoid of people. She scanned the room and quickly exited through the back door.

The nightly breeze hit her face and flushed cheeks. It wasn't warm, but also not cold, the perfect temperature for a stroll. She moved quickly through the bushes, lowering herself so as not to be visible to anyone who were to be in the yard. She was almost certain that the darkness would cover her tracks, but she had to be extra sure that no one would even get a glimpse of her.

After a while, she reached the outer gate. There were two soldiers gatekeeping it, and Aria cursed under her breath. She quickly realized it was them or go around the back and climb the curtain wall. She opted for the latter and as quietly as she could trailed the gigantic wall and tried to find any place where she could climb it.

Oceana was a strong kingdom, so the castle's fortification was weaker than normal. She quickly found parts of the wall that were missing, probably because there was no need to keep them perfect as the military was more than enough to keep out the weak Celenials. For once, she smiled and exited through the ruined parts, happy that she had escaped, even for that one night.

Aria had never been to the city before. As soon as she stepped out of the castle, everything was brighter and there was a constant buzz of people speaking and laughing. She could hear some music playing from a place ahead; it instantly made her heart flutter.

"So that's what we were missing." She smiled a bitter smile and quickly moved on to the city. The central square was only a ten-minute walk through paved roads and lit lanterns everywhere. It was almost as bright as day, and she couldn't help but admire how beautiful everything seemed. While her people were struggling and one could see children and people all throughout the city sprawled across the road with no more strength to move, in Oceana the people were walking as if they were flying.

Just before she could step onto the main road, she felt a hand grab her and violently move her to the shadows of the forest.

"Well, well, what do we have here." A deep voice belonging to a man clad in black. She couldn't see his face, he was wearing a hooded cloak, just like her. That's when she realized that hers had been lowered that her face and hair were exposed. Anxiety filled her veins, and she started shaking. Looking frantically around, the only thing she could find to defend herself were small broken branches. She doubted that would be effective enough and cursed herself for not taking her dagger along.

"It's the queen!" Another man joked and the silence was filled with his cackling.

"What are you doing here alone, darling?" The first man inched closer and pointed his dagger at her, the silver blade shining from the lanterns' lights reflected upon it. He gently lifted her chin with his blade and looked directly into her eyes.

She was met with a grey and a black eye, a mesmerizing combination of eyes that she felt as though she had seen before. Her mind raced and finally she realized he was the gifted one that was at her wedding.

"You are the gifted man, right? I saw you, yesterday, at my wedding." Aria exclaimed, her voice trembling. Being queen was no synonym for safety.

"Hmph, you have a good memory." He finally took his blade away from her, and shook off his cloak, revealing shoulder-length black hair and many piercings in his ears. His face was strangely dark, even though he looked young.

"What do you want from me?" Aria asked, shaking her ease away. That guy had a way of making her lose her train of thought, she couldn't keep her eyes of him.

"Gold, any money, really. You are the queen." He said nonchalantly and leaned on the huge trunk of the tree next to him.

"Or we could just take you, the king would pay a lot for his beloved." The other man chimed in.

"Beloved? Hah, you have no idea." Her words were laced with such venom that even the men felt uneasy, shifting their weight from one leg to the other. Aria's eyes suddenly lit up and she smirked to them both.

"I can give you more than gold." She exclaimed and looked deeply into the first man's eyes.

"I can give you Oceana's throne."

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I knew little about this story when I started it but All Too Well was always Peter and C.C.’s song -Danny

Words: 1,756

Phase Four Masterlist

Previous chapter // Next Chapter

Listen to: ‘All Too Well’ -by Taylor Swift

xv: Lost

"Hey! Are you going to—?"

"There's no time," Cat ran up the jet's ladder.

"Where's Fury? And Peter?"

"Mysterio was a scam," she looked inside the jet anxiously. "Where's my stuff?"

"The suitcase's over there," Happy pointed at a seat further away.

Cat looked at the suitcase without moving, she opened her mouth a little, but then the man's phone rang and distracted him.

"Happy..." she said weakly. "Happy, I think Peter—"

"Parker! Thank God," Happy looked at her and pointed at his phone. "Yeah, okay. Where are you?"

Cat looked up with immense relief. Trying to get rid of her teary eyes, her hands rubbed her face.

"What? I didn't get that," Happy walked towards the cockpit. "Wait— hang on, let me see if Friday can get it..."

"Thank God," Cat sighed, still feeling faint. "He's okay..."

"We're landing, I can see Peter..." Happy went down the ladder and a few seconds later she followed his lead.

Cat was restless, and she wanted to make sure it was Peter and not some illusion, so she took her gun.

"Peter? Are you okay?" Happy asked out loud.

"Happy, is that you?" Peter's voice was fearful, the last time it'd quivered like this was seconds before turning into dust.

"Is it me? Yeah, of course it's me!"

"Stop! Tell me something only you would know!"

"Only I would know... Uh— you remember when we went to Germany? You wanted to help Pietro and Cat so you convinced them to sneak out and Pietro was hungover the next day—"

"...okay, it's you," Peter's eyes landed on her. "Cat?"

She tried to remember some intimate memory only she would know. "I... I used to have a scar on the back of my head, I told you about it the day you said 'I love you' for the first time."

The boy looked at her, and for a brief second his voice softened. "It's you." He limped towards them and Happy was the first to react, Peter hugged him, and squeezed his eyes closed. "It's so good to see you."

"Okay, you two have to tell me what the hell is going on here..." Happy demanded.

The hero stepped away and stared at her. "You haven't told him?"

She felt like she would throw up out of pure stress if she tried to speak, instead, Cat looked at her watch and shrugged. "I waited for you so we'd have the whole story."

"Okay, hold still. There we go..."

Peter jumped. "Ouch!"

Cat's hand flinched as if trying to reach for Peter, she grabbed her folded spear instead, twirling it around and trying her best to look unbothered. An hour ago Peter had died again, and it surprised her just how much it'd hurt, even while keeping her distance.

"I thought you had super strength?"

"Super strength doesn't equal pain endurance..." she muttered absently.

Peter glanced at her like he wanted to say something, but Happy's stitching distracted him. "Ouch!" His fist hit the table's surface. "Happy!"

The man raised his voice in exasperation. "Relax!"

"Don't tell me to relax, Happy!" Peter sprung out of his seat, eyes tired and swollen. "How can I relax when I messed up so bad?! I trusted Beck. Right? I thought he was my friend. I gave him the only thing Mr. Stark left for me, and now he's gonna kill my friends and half of Europe, so please do not tell me to relax—"

"Don't talk to Happy like that," Cat warned him.

"Don't fight," the man tried to calm them. "It's okay."

Peter collapsed on the seat in front of her, he was going through many emotions in very little time. His hands went up to his curls. "I'm sorry, Happy. I'm sorry. I shouldn't shout... I just... really miss him."

"Yeah... I miss him too."

"That makes three of us," she sighed.

"Everywhere I go I see his face. And the whole world is asking who's gonna be the next Iron Man and I don't know if that's me, Happy," Peter sniffed. "I'm not Iron Man."

"You're not Iron Man. You're never gonna be Iron Man. Nobody could live up to Tony. Not even Tony. He was my best friend and he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did. He was all over the place. The one thing that he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. I don't think Tony would have done what he did if he didn't know that you were gonna be here after he was gone. Now, your friends are in trouble, you're all alone, your tech is missing. What are you gonna do about it?"

"...I'm gonna kick his ass."

That made her laugh. Both men looked at her and she lifted her gaze, her skin felt a little warm and she couldn't tell if it was anger or embarrassment.

"Sorry," she said, but it didn't sound sincere. "I guess I get it, but Peter... what's your deal?"

The boy frowned. "Excuse me?"

"I had to hijack your stupid trip so you'd help and now you act like this holds any meaning to you?" Cat scoffed. "Tony hated being Iron Man. He hated it, and yet he forced himself to keep going because he was arrogant."

She got up and walked away so she didn't have to face them.

"This is a joke. S.H.I.E.L.D's a bunch of old people whose only way to feel better about themselves is to keep us in line. People like Quentin suddenly felt entitled to make their own institutions—"

"Cat—"

"Don't tell me to be quiet," she said. "All I've done is fit into their precious boxes. I've been the Avenger they wanted me to be and what did that bring me? Do you know how it feels knowing you won't live to turn thirty?"

"Don't think like that, look at Tony's family, look at what he built!"

Cat gave him a sour look. "He did that after he left the Avengers! Listen, I don't care about dying, alright? I guess it's been my fate all along, I just wish Peter stopped acting like being a hero is worth all the sacrifices I've done since I was a kid."

"That's bullshit," Peter argued.

"What?"

"When you broke up with me you said the exact opposite," he replied. "Our relationship wasn't worth it, your life only mattered if you became an agent— you don't care about dying but you hate feeling like you won't make it to thirty? What is your deal?"

"This isn't about me!"

"It's always about you!" Peter got up and stood very close to her. "I keep thinking of you as this naive girl, but I don't think that's right. I don't think it's naivety."

"I was naive when you met me, I knew nothing about the world!" She retorted. "I let you convince me I'd be able to have a normal life—"

"You couldn't wait to grow up and the moment you did you never looked back."

"That's not true."

"Where's all my stuff?"

She blinked without understanding. "What?"

"The presents I gave you. The pictures you had of us together. You really want me to believe you still have them? You left half of Pietro's things in the apartment and I know you gave away the rest!" She remained quiet, Peter did not wait for her reply. "For you, it was five years. I lost everything in less than a day, and you didn't look at me once."

"Because every time I look at you it hurts," she replied with a choked voice. "Y-you don't know how hard it was... the time it took to move on and forget all of it."

"You're right I don't know," he swallowed harshly. "'Cause I didn't forget you. I remember everything. Everything."

Before the blip, Peter was a person she could talk to about her fears and dislikes, about the things that hurt her the most. Now he was the embodiment of her pain, and she couldn't look at him without wanting to bawl her eyes out.

She decided to bring down the tension for Happy's sake. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I want. I'm lost. That's why we can't be friends after this is over, we have too much history together and if I make a mistake, I'm going to hurt you again."

"You're right," his voice got darker. Peter never felt like he had to hide anything from her, C.C. was soft and light, but this young woman in front of him was all sharp edges and grey tones. "Stay away for real this time."

Her stomach shrunk with an awful sense of guilt. Peter shook his head shortly and walked past her.

"If you wanna say goodbye we'll do it after I fix my mess, if not... you don't have to worry, I'm done trying to be friends with you."

In spite of herself, Cat laughed. She wasn't amused, though. It was out of incredulity and utter desperation. One hand instinctively reached up to her hair and pulled to ease the pain in her chest. Peter clicked his tongue impatiently, moving in the opposite direction from where she was standing. They were facing away from each other.

"Kids..." Happy tried, but she didn't allow it.

She went to get the suitcase, discretely drying her eyes. "We need a plan. Any ideas?"

"I can't call my friends because he's tracking their phones," Peter looked around and pointed at Happy. "Give me your phone."

"My—my cell phone?

"Yeah."

"Okay..."

"What's your password?" Peter tapped on the screen.

"Password."

"No, what is your password?"

"Password, the word. Spell that: password."

The young heroes stared at him. "You're the head of security and your password is "password"?

"Yeah I— I don't feel good about it either."

"Do you also give the security numbers of your bank account to street thieves?" Cat inquired.

"I don't like you when you're being sarcastic," He muttered.

"I'm pretty sure no one does," she replied uninterested.

"They're in London," Peter announced.

"London, okay," Happy went up to the cockpit.

"I need a suit!" He added.

"Suit?" Happy smiled and pressed a button on the controls: a pocket-size lab was revealed behind Peter.

The teenager went in and looked around. "Okay, um— bring up everything you have on Spider-Man... Yeah, open that! Okay, no, no, no..." Happy stood next to her, both staring at Peter with a funny look in their eyes. "What?"

"Nothing," Happy patted her shoulder. "You two take care of your suits, I'll take care of the music."

"Back in Black" blasted through the speakers, Peter looked up with glee.

"I love Led Zeppelin!"

Cat chuckled, this time sounding a bit like her old self. "You're unbelievable."

"Hey," Peter pointed at the console. "Want an upgrade?"

"I'm good."

Peter insisted, maybe he was starting to feel bad about the things he'd said. "Are you sure? I remember how you begged Tony for a new suit every Christmas..."

"Don't worry about me," she pointed at the suitcase. "Santa paid me an early visit."

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mr007pennyworth · 1 year

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An Open Letter - 'To The Other Half Of Me'

Ship; Alf x Gareth @dontcxckitup

To my bravest captain, best friend, confidant and soon-to-be dearest husband, I do hope you come across this letter in the best of moods.

I have few words to describe the most recent year that has passed let alone the immense joy it has been to finally have you back at my side. After Thomas and Martha died, I feared the black that enclosed young Bruce, whom I have spent my life raising alone, would never cease to hover across the estate never mind our days. Now you have returned to me on the faith of many a prayer I may have made over the years it seems the gloom of Gotham may have finally lost its grip on us both.

I never have been much lucky in life, nor has the world been all that caring or loving either since that day I left you on the borders of Libya to face a mass of horrors and lies in Israel. I felt damned from that first car ride away from the base, knowing I was leaving you to a new fate of growing on your own, not knowing how much I longed to call you my love. Never knowing whether you would receive my letters or even wish to read them once I had gone, I could do nothing but simply try to make my feelings known line by line until I could return to England to find you. I held on to every correspondence with hopes I'd see you again, leave my bed every morning with them tucked safely in my trunk and the bullet you once scratched your name on in a pocket of my vest as we patrolled the borders.

My life at the point before I met you had become stale and I longed to return home for some sense of purpose again. Your presence in my life has brought colour and warmth to everything and every day I am grateful that you stood by my word and side all these years. You have added new meaning to my life and it has never felt this brilliant before.

Even now that I am no longer the man that once asked you to trust, and follow without question, asking you to understand that your safety was all that mattered and I wouldn't lead you astray, I once again ask you to follow me into the new life we have agreed to build together, knowing that the only thing that matters is what we want from here on out.

I promise to give you the life you always dreamt of, we will surely make one of the best power couples the world has ever seen, I can not wait to seek new adventures with you beside me as my husband knowing that a long-running army gag was indeed precognition to our future together. I apologise that this new world and realisation of my love for you came about after the death of your wife, I can wholeheartedly say that should she have been here today she would be immensely proud of the man you have become, as much as I am, despite what you have suffered through.

Whether my heart is weaker, my legs are unstable and my mind has been damaged from years of abuse by my own hand or Thomas Wayne’s, I can swear on whatever God you care to name that my love for you will never falter in its intensity and grows richer every day that I awake to find you at my side.

I apologise beforehand for my overbearing protective tendencies or my need to mother unto distraction at times, I have become so used to fathering Bruce that I just know my hand to guard you will lead before I can reconsider myself. I admit it will be difficult to step back and allow you to be our own man after so many years of being no less than your older brother in some of our most exciting yet dramatic times together. I can only hope my affections or my parenting will not drive you up the wall too soon before our wedding day.

My love for you feels endless, enough so, that I have feared many a night drowning in the intoxicating sense of you, spending nights in my bunk with my heart wanting to tear itself from my chest with its screaming. You may find I have become rather more open with my affection after all these years, but now knowing it is reciprocated and with none to judge it is impossible for me to have any sense of control over it any longer. I may have been broken but I can promise you that we can repair the cracks over time.

You have become everything and more of what I wished for you, from a scrappy second Lieutenant you have grown into a most intense and outstanding human being and I am honoured to say I had been the hand you agreed to hold both back then and as of now.

You have flown to heights that no one could have ever predicted and it’s beautiful to see how invested you have become in the life you have built for yourself, I can only hope I can become an addition to that life that does not feel threatening.

It is no use denying how much light you have brought into my life when even Bruce has come around from his childish dependency on me and begun to step forward himself now as a genuine businessman and he himself can not wait to be witness to our union and perhaps finally seek out a life beyond the city he cemented himself into at the death of his parents.

I do hope the prospect of becoming a stepfather to him will not discourage you from making your own place in our lives in turn. I fear it would be impossible for me to set him free completely even if I have recently requested to be retired from my position as Head Butler of the Wayne Estates.

I have amassed a wealth beyond imagination over the past twenty years of being under service to the house and with Bruce paying for mostly anything of the requirement for the grounds or himself I have had very little to spend it on but a few small niches and feel it is about time I seek to find ways to spend it not only on yourself but out in a world that I will be blessed to see at your side.

As the day of our wedding grows closer, I hope you understand just how much your love means to me that you accept me even now after everything we have faced, knowing that we can become even stronger and face even more together once again, scars and nightmares aside, we can build something beautiful to enjoy until the end of our lives.

I promise with every fibre of my being to be the soul mate you require to get through anything we may come to face, I promise to love you every second of the day and through every second of the night, I promise that I will fight to stand up for our marriage even when my legs have finally failed me or my heart grows unstable enough to be unable to follow you into danger.

It is with everything I am and all the years we have behind us that I promise you that I will be the only man in the world you will ever need.

with all my love, adoration and admiration and soon to be yours forever

Alfred J Mallory-Pennyworth.

#ship; alf x gareth #dontcxckitup #mr007pennyworth #an open letter to my other half Gareth #bvs verse (irons)#queued and dangerous #domestic shit we live for #v; give me one more chance to ruin my life again #[IM SOBBING]

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skyfall8600 · 2 years

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Children of Dawn Pt. 4 (A Twilight Saga Fanfiction)

Note: I originally created this story back in 2020 with the first lockdowns from COVID-19. I had posted it on Wattpad under a different name, SaturnFire2000. However, I kept being drawn back to this story. It might be a while before new chapters are added, but I thought it would be worth re-posting the story on here given my new-found family of followers.

Summary: Years after the final battle, the Cullen family face new challenges. Edward and Bella take on new roles in life; Renesmee struggles to understand her goals and purpose in a world where no one is like her. The Volturi kept a large secret that could destroy them all.

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Warnings: Sexual references, violence, blood

Chapter 4: Bella

Edward told me about his little theory with regards to Arabella, I couldn’t wrap my head around it for the entire night. Renesmee was asleep and Jacob felt too uncomfortable staying alone in his room, so he ended up joining in on the conversation.

“Bella, they do look very similar.” Jacob said.

“So? Maybe all half vampire children look similar, genetically beautiful from birth!” I was pacing around the room. Surely, I would know if I was pregnant with more than one child, even though none of the scanners or needles were able to piece the baby’s protective barrier.

“The part with the gifts is what I am mostly concerned with,” Edward said. “It makes sense, how else could she break through your shield? Unless her shield was made as an exact replica of that…. Meaning the whole mother daughter thing, like Renesmee.”

“No, I would know if I had more than one child.”

“She said she grew up on an island off the coast of Rio, she remembers hearing your lullaby. Bella, all things are adding up and it seems very likely.”

“Edward, no. An unborn child can’t just travel to Rio like that. Aro has been feeding that girl lies for her entire life and now she thinks that we are her family?” I turned sharply to look my husband dead in the eye. “Why did you agree to stay? We could’ve been halfway across Europe by now, showing Renesmee the world!”

“I couldn’t leave those kids.” He whispered.

Edward had changed a lot from when we first met; the idea of monsters vs prey was gone. For the better, Renesmee brought about new hope for him, and I was immensely proud of that. I understood what he meant by staying for the children hidden in these building’s walls, they were so different to how Renesmee was as a child that young. There was no wonder and happiness in their eyes, just fear and pain.

Some looked undernourished, probably fighting for food between themselves. Yes, they were still beautiful, but something was wrong. Aro had acquired too many half-vampire children for it to be a coincidence, whether he was making them on purpose or hunting them down I did not know. I could only be thankful that Renesmee was safe with us, but it was unfair to the other children. Edward was right, we couldn’t just leave them.

“And how do you plan on helping them? With the four of us? Come on Edward.” I said, finally sitting down on the edge of the bed. It was rock solid, hopefully Renesmee’s one wasn’t as hard as this.

“With Arabella’s help.”

“She’s just a kid! It’s like relying on Renesmee for this-”

“That’s the point Bella, how can we just sit by and do nothing now that we have her?”

Images of how happy and healthy Renesmee was when she was younger played through my mind; none of these children asked to be borne, it was unfair that whilst our precious little girl grew happy and freely, the children here must have experienced far worst things.

The sun rose and the sound of tiny feet throughout the castle type building erupting on the level above us. No laughter or giggles, just silent moving.

I had to see them again, I had to confirm that they were different to my little Renesmee. Without saying a word to my family, I left the room and headed to the ascending stairwell. The marble floors allowed me to walk silently, I didn’t want to scare the children.

A small group of four children were fighting over a small rat at the end of the corridor. My motherly instincts made me rush over to them and take the infested rodent from their little hands, three of them froze and were too scared to speak to me.

“That was their breakfast,” an older boy spoke to me, his face sucked in around the eyes and cheekbones.

“It could be diseased; you are still half human.” I replied, flinging the rat out through the open window. “Where do you normally get food?”

“We are given three pints to share between the lot of us, Stephanie finished it yesterday because she was unwell and needed it.”

Three little pints?

Renesmee used to go through so much food during the main growth spurts, at least three to five bags of donated blood a day. And here were these children savaging to stretch out three between them. I couldn’t recall a single moment when Renesmee was unwell, I assumed that as long as she had blood in her system the vampire side of her would kill off any diseases or sicknesses. These children were underfed, and because of that their human sides of them were ill.

“Do you all just roam the castle during the day?” I asked the older boy.

He shook his head, “Not always…. We aren’t allowed to speak about what happens.”

Experiments…. Torture…. The list was endless in my mind. These children were the reason why Alice couldn’t see anything of the Volturi for the last couple of years, not because they have a shield, which I doubt Arabella even was, but because of the fact so many hybrid children were here.

“The girl with you…. She is like us? Yes?” one of the younger children asked, a slight Italian accent to their voice.

“Yes.” Was the only thing I could say. I was ashamed to admit that I didn’t want to give them false hope for a future like Renesmee’s, I want to help them, but I have no idea how. Seeing all of their little eyes break my already non-beating heart, such strong emotions ran through me and it took almost all of my strength to stop myself from killing Aro at this instant.

“Mrs. Cullen, you shouldn’t be here.” I heard Jane’s voice behind me, I turned around quickly and her blood red eyes were murderous and angry.

“Jane… I simply went up one level too many.”

“Aro and Marcus believe that you and your family will be a good influence on the children. Do come now.” She proceeded to walk down the stairs, and I had no choice but to leave the children and follow her. The young ones around my feet reached out to the ends of the clothes, wanting me to stay.

“When did the children first start arriving here?” I asked her, keeping my calm.

Jane had always been my least favourite member of the guard, aside from Aro. Her infliction of mental pain onto others for her own pleasure made me despise her, she was cruel and unforgiving. Esme still weeps for the poor newborn girl that Jane killed instead of giving her a second chance at a life she didn’t choose; Bree could have been safe with us.

“Arabella was the first. The rest followed a year after.”

Her relies were short and blunt. She thought she was superior over anyone else in the room.

“Do you search for them or-”

“I suggest you stop asking questions on things that you should not know.” Her blonde hair didn’t move an inch as the wind of an open window nearby blew a large gush of wind into the stairwell. “Aro requests your presence at noon for a banquet celebrating your stay here.”

“It is only for a few days, even less possibly.”

“The guard and the wives are coming, villagers are invited, and the children will make an appearance,” she added. “We mustn’t disappoint all these people now, I am sure Renesmee will enjoy it dearly.”

Hearing my daughter’s name come from her mouth made me sick.

“Of course, but I believe we passed the floor that my room is on…”

Jane refused to answer any more of my questions, I was slightly nervous as I could not rely on my strength to fight off more than her. All my newborn abilities and strengths had worn off years ago, my only defences were my shield and whatever skills I have acquired since. Jane was never a physical fighter, so I knew I would not have to defend myself greatly against her.

Edward could not hear all the nervous thoughts rushing through my mind, I was afraid that if I opened my shield to where he was Jane could find an opportunity to use her ability against me. But it wasn’t Edward who came to my rescue, the sweet innocent young girl with auburn brown hair that fell in waves around her circular face was at my side instantly.

“Janey, to what do I owe the pleasure.” She bowed in a mocking manner.

“Leave now child,” Jane hissed at her. “Felix requests Bella’s assistance for an urgent matter.”

“I thought you were smarter than that,” she pointed her finger to her head. “I can see the urgent matter you are referring to; I believe that I should escort Bella back to her family.” She linked our arms together.

“Enough!” Jane yelled, leaping for the child. I do not know of their history, but it was clear that there was much conflict between them. Doing what is right, I moved to take most of the impact to protect Arabella. I felt very protective over this young girl because she reminded me so much of my own daughter, but their personalities were anything but similar. She spoke with Edward’s confidence and charisma, flashbacks of the early part of our relationship flooded my mind where his sarcastic answers made me mad.

Jane was smaller than me, so I easily forced her body to the ground. She hissed and tried to force me off of her, but I used the moves Emmett and Jasper taught me last summer to restrain her movements.

“Bella!”

I heard my name being called from behind me, Edward approached us quickly and together with Jacob held Jane down so I could stand back on my feet. I was surprised that he didn’t ask me any questions, but simply looked to Arabella. The two mind readers communicated in silent, I kept Renesmee behind me as we gave Jane back her freedom.

“How dare you!” she yelled at Jacob and myself, “The guard will be very displeased by your actions towards me.”

“I think that Aro might be very displeased at you for what you and Felix planned to do to my wife.” Edward grunted, his voice deep with hatred. I had only seen him mad like this a few times, it always scared me. So intense and captivating.

She growled and walked away, limping slightly from where I pushed hard on her leg.

“What did she want to do?” Jacob asked quietly, moving so he had his arms around Renesmee and me.

“We shouldn’t be saying this in the open,” Arabella said.

“They originally planned it for me?” Renesmee spoke softly, looking at Arabella with tears forming in her big brown eyes.

Arabella nodded, “Yes, but they also wanted to do it later tomorrow… so we could have the banquet, where they would show their ‘positive relationship’ with you all.”

“Thank you.” Edward said to the young girl, “If you hadn’t distracted her, Bella would have gone in there… if you hadn’t called out so loudly to me in your mind, I wouldn’t have made it in time.”

She shrugged and folded her arms insecurely across her chest. Here was this girl willing to help a complete stranger.

“I am going to inform Aro of what occurred and what was planned. Stay together… all four of you.” Edward spoke demandingly. Arabella gasped at the idea of him being worried about her, wanting her to stay with Jacob, Renesmee, and I.

At that moment, I knew that this girl was going to be very important in our lives. I refused to think about all the neglect and torture her and the other children have gone through, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that they don’t have to endure it for much longer.

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#twilight fanfiction #bella x edward #renesmee cullen #edward cullen #skyfall8600

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demonsandco · 3 years

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hi!! i was wondering if you could do a headcannon of the brothers + dia, barb and simeon reacting to mc asking if they could do it in their demon/angel forms?

I sure hope that by “demon form” you meant my version of their forms, because only after I finished writing, did I remember that they have canonical demon forms, too, woops! But Simeon doesn’t have a non-human form in-game so hopefully I was right gjhfkfjh

Lucifer : It’s a rare occurrence to see Lucifer speechless, yet somehow they’ve managed to stun him into silence with a single request. Being intimate in his demon form isn’t something that’s even crossed his mind before, not seeing his true form as anything more than a tool for intimidation. With too many eyes, elongated limbs, and crisscrossing scars highlighted by patches of missing feathers, he truly doesn’t understand what they see in him to pick that over his much more palatable, human form. Yet, despite his initial shock and hesitance, he can’t find it in him to deny their request. If they really want to see his true form, especially in such an intimate setting, then he’ll humor them, but the entire time he’s preparing himself for some sort of rejection, expecting them to flinch away from his touch or to ask him to switch back. He’s astonishingly vulnerable in this form, and craves a positive reaction from them.

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Mammon : When he hears their request, Mammon’s relief is palpable. Having sex in his human from has always felt distant to him, as though he were wearing a costume or a skin tight suit. He’s desperate to feel their hands on his demon form, often fantasising about how their hands would feel running across his wings or buried in his feathers, but, while he may have not so subtly hinted at his desires in the past, he’s never had the courage to initiate such a thing himself. He’s immensely excited about their request, so excited in fact that he’s prepared to stop whatever he was doing and drag them off to somewhere private to have his way with them. It also encourages him to spend more time in his demon form around them, now that he knows that it won’t scare them away.

Leviathan : Levi’s knee-jerk reaction is to say no right off the bat. As much as he trusts his partner, he can’t help but think that there’s some sort of ulterior motive behind the request, refusing to believe that anyone would actually want to see his demon form, much less touch it in such an intimate way. While his true form grants him confidence and immeasurable power, in a relationship, it becomes his biggest insecurity. It takes a lot of patience and encouragement to convince him to go through with it, and even then he’s hesitant to even touch them, worried that they’ll think he’s creepy or gross and change their mind. It doesn’t help that he’s practically useless on land and that they’d need to join him in the water to comfortably have sex. He’s understandably nervous, but praise and affection go a long way in easing his worries, and once he gets a taste of how nice it feels, he finds himself asking them to be intimate in his demon form more often.

Satan : Satan isn’t all that surprised by their request. In fact, he’d been expecting it to come up sooner or later. After all, he wants to know every intimate detail about his partner, to see them in their most vulnerable state, so he assumes that they’d eventually want to get to know his true form intimately, as well. He feels some anxiety, of course, his demon form not exactly being human friendly, all rough skin and sharp edges, but he does a good job at keeping his fears at bay and enjoying the moment. It feels freeing, in a way, to have them accept him so readily, to allow something as monstrous as him so close in such a vulnerable moment. With every soft touch of their hands and kiss from their lips, he finds himself falling in love all over again. He craves their acceptance, and the fact that they can see him at his worst and still show him love speaks volumes.

Asmodeus : As much as he wants to tease his partner for having such a lewd suggestion, or to think of it as a chance to introduce them to something new and pleasurable, the only thing Asmo feels at their request is genuine fear. There is very little that he’s afraid of, but the idea of them rejecting him is terrifying, and he’s convinced himself that no one could possibly love him if they saw his true form. He’s very calculated in what parts of his demon form he lets people see, making sure he looks cute and unassuming at all times. He has no problems showing those parts of him to his partner, but the rest of his demon form isn’t anywhere near as cutesy, and he doesn’t want them to associate him with such an “ugly” appearance. Yet at the same time, he wants to be able to be himself around them, to have them see the parts of him that he’s kept hidden. It takes a lot of worry and hesitation, before he finally shows them his true form during sex, the shared lust giving him the push he needed. He’s so prepared for a negative response that their positive reaction is enough to make him melt against them.

Beelzebub : It’s not uncommon for Beel to be seen in a not quite human form around the house, his wings and horns unconsciously coming out while he eats or works out. Knowing this, he’s surprised that his partner has seen those parts of him and instead of being scared, they want to see more. He’s not the type of person to hide who he is to make himself more palatable. He trusts them to know what they want, and he takes their request at face value. At first, he didn’t think too much of it, but the moment he feels them touch his true form, watches them search for his most sensitive areas, he becomes addicted to the feeling. The fact that he’s even bigger than normal in this form excites him more than he thought it would, too, his massive frame making his partner seem tiny in comparison. Needless to say, he finds himself letting his demon form out during sex more often, both because he wants to feel their touch again and because he finds it more comfortable.

Belphegor : Belphie is genuinely surprised that they’d want anything to do with his demon form after how badly things went the first time they saw it. Hearing that they not only want to see it again, but that they want to see it in such a vulnerable moment is a relief to him. He’s always thought that actions speak louder than words, and he sees their request as a sign of trust, something he values greatly. He’s more than happy to show them his demon form, to let them explore his body and create new, much more enjoyable, memories. He also takes it as an invitation to show his demon form more often, taking every opportunity he can to let out his horns as he cuddles up to them or conveniently resting his tail within petting range. Now that he knows they’re not scared of his appearance, he wants them to associate his form with positive and intimate moments.

Diavolo : Diavolo is positively ecstatic to hear their request! He’s wanted to don his true form while being intimate with them since the start of their relationship, but he’s held back out of worry, not wanting to risk frightening them. Truthfully, he’s not too fond of maintaining a human appearance for so long, and he’s almost too excited to let out his demonic features. Hopefully, they had nothing else planned for the day, because he’s already got them wrapped up in his many wings, with his scaly face pressed against their neck. He plans to take his time with them, practically acting as though it was their first time together again, treating them like a priceless treasure in his clawed grasp, showing them everything he can do in his true form that a human could never hope to accomplish.

Barbatos : Barbatos has been waiting for them to ask this for quite a while, and he can’t keep the small smile off his face when they finally do. While he’s perfectly comfortable in his human form, he feels as though it greatly limits his abilities in the bedroom, and he hates to think that he’s not pleasing them to the best of his abilities. He knows that his true form isn’t something a human would be used to, though, so he waited until they were confident enough to bring it up themselves. He sees it as taking the next step in their relationship in a way, knowing that they not only are willing to accept him for what he is, but that they embrace it. With his extra limbs, slick tail and long, powerful tongue, he’s more than happy to show them how much more skilled he is at servicing them in this form, and he’s also surprised to realise just how sensitive his demonic appendages are.

Simeon : It’s rare for Simeon to feel the need to turn his partner down, but he finds himself initially denying their request when they first ask, coming up with some half baked excuses in an attempt to avoid hurting their feelings. Humans never seem to react well to an angel’s true form and he can’t bear to see them regard him with fear, especially not during such an intimate moment. While his angelic appearance may not be as monstrous as a demons, the extra limbs, many eyes and inhumanly tall frame are more than enough to make him look rather disconcerting. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t like the thought of hiding his true form from them, leaving him conflicted. With enough reassurance, he eventually feels comfortable enough showing them bits and pieces of his angel form at a time, and each night they spend together his human form slips away a bit more. At first it’s just his wings, letting his partner run their hands over his sensitive feathers and getting used to the extra limbs, before slowly showing them more of him. Soon enough, he reaches a point where letting out his angel form around them is like a habit, feeling like it makes their time spent together feel more intimate, especially now that he knows his looks alone won’t scare them away.

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