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Promised Part 7 - Tom Riddle x reader
Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)
Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.
Warnings: Arranged marriage
Word count: 3.2k
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Part 7 - Gift Giving
“So this is the last part of the house,” you said, after giving Tom a tour around the estate, arriving upstairs in the corridor leading to the bedrooms. “The guestroom is right at the end of the hallway. It has its own bathroom, which is a bit small. I hope you don’t mind.”
Tom shook his head as he peered towards the half-open door to the guestroom, that the house-elves were preparing for him.
“This right there is Elsie’s room, next to it is the master bedroom. And this,” you said, leaning onto a door. “Is my room.”
Tom’s eyes met yours.
“Want to come in?”
He nodded.
There was a sense of excitement in the air, letting Tom enter your room. It was something so private, it felt like you let him walk straight into your head. But it was the polite thing to do. Although he didn’t seem too crushed from the argument he had had with his grandfather and uncle, it surely would make him feel better if he knew he was welcome here. He wouldn't want to be treated differently than usual, you knew, but a little empathy couldn't hurt.
“Take a seat if you like. Anywhere,” you said, trying to hide the nerves that were making your fingertips tingle. Sitting down on the sofa next to the bookshelf, you folded your treacherous hands and watched him walk across the room. He glanced at your belongings, only in passing, one would think, if he weren't Tom Riddle. Surely he had made up his mind about every single thing he saw. Every book, each letter from Camille on the desk, and crumpled note in the bin. You should have cleaned. He stopped by the desk and picked up a framed picture of you and your family.
“Sorry about my mother,” you mentioned when you noticed what he was inspecting.
“What do you mean?”
“She can be a bit brash, you know. When she asked you to stay earlier. But she usually means well.”
“Oh.” He set the picture back down. “I didn’t mind actually. You know my family. They’re brash. And not the good kind.”
Absolutely not the good kind. “Is it always like that with them?”
“Since I can remember at least.”
There was a moment of silence.
“I’m sorry,” you then said.
“For what? That’s just how it is. They have their ways and I have mine.”
Right. He must be used to them by now. What a sad thought. “Did you know they would bring up the unbreakable vow?“
“No… I had no idea. They’re idiots. Just stupid. Why ask for more each time? They always want to be a step ahead for nothing.”
“What did you say to them?” you asked, hiding that you already knew.
“That I wouldn’t do it. They took our word for it then and that should be enough. They can’t force us to do a vow.”
“How angry are they?”
“They’ll come around,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t our first argument and it won’t be our last.”
“It must be hard to put up with them. They seem… exhausting.”
“I don’t know any different.” His voice was neutral as he leant against the desk, still looking around the room. “It’s not that bad I suppose.”
“Not that good either, though. I know it might not be my place, but they’re so cold. I can’t imagine what living with them must be like.”
“Well, I can’t complain, can I?” he said, raising a brow to your unsolicited sympathy. “I was fed every day. The house was warm and the bills were paid. What more could I ask for?”
A lot more, one would say if the question wasn’t a rhetorical one. “Have you always lived with them?”
“Yes.”
“What about -” You cut yourself off. There were plenty of rumours about Tom’s parents, each of them too wild to be true.
“My parents?” His eyes were still on you, not in anger, yet the intensity of his stare threatened to burn holes through your skin.
Your retreat was subconscious when you could no longer withstand his gaze and nodded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have.”
Tom exhaled sharply. It almost sounded like a laugh. “I don't usually talk about it because people just want to know about them so they can get something out of it. It’s not a sensitive subject for me though. I don’t mind.”
There was no irony in his voice, his features collected, so you dared to ask, "Do you miss them?"
“Never have.”
“Really? You never wished to live with your parents instead of Marvolo and Morfin?”
Tom smiled weakly and shook his head. “Wishing for something won’t make it happen. And no. It would have been quite the same, I think. Maybe even worse.”
“Worse?”
“You’ve heard how Marvolo talks about my parents. His daughter and a muggle. A stain in the bloodline he said, didn’t he?”
“But if they loved each other that shouldn’t have mattered to him.”
His eyebrows rose in what looked like a strange form of amusement. “Well, that’s a whole other story.”
What did that even mean? “Have they-”
Tom shook his head, making it clear that he wasn’t going to talk any further about it. He walked across the room towards you, fiddling something out from the inner pocket of his jacket.
That had been one question too much apparently, and it was unclear if he was pulling out his wand or was on his way out, but as you opened your mouth again, he sat down beside you.
“I’m going to tell you,” he said. “Not now though. You’re going to know everything about me eventually. Someday.”
“Someday then,” you repeated. “What have you got there?”
He held the thing from his jacket in his hand now. It was a package that seemed a bit squished as if it had barely fit into the pocket.
“Hold on,” he said and waved his wand at it, to smooth out the wrinkles on the paper. It was a present, a rectangular box, covered in dark green gift wrap. “I thought it would be impolite to come over for lunch without bringing at least a little Christmas gift.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” you said as he handed over the present.
“Go on, open it,” he said and motioned with his hand.
So you did and quickly found out what the package contained. A small handwritten book, full of potions recipes.
“Nicked it from my uncle when he wasn’t looking,” Tom said. “So you better don’t mention it to him.”
“Oh great,” you laughed as you flipped through it. “Wow, I haven’t heard of any of these.”
“None of them are taught in school. I thought you’d like them. Didn’t seem like the ones we do with Slughorn were much of a challenge for you.”
The book looked as if it had been used a lot. The thin black binder was frayed and faded, and the edges of the pages were crinkled. On every other page, the handwriting changed, so it seemed that many different people had written the recipes. Poisons, antidotes and bewitchments you had never heard of were all listed, neatly explained and completed with full lists of ingredients.
“Where did your uncle get this from?” you asked, still looking through it.
“I’m not sure. Knockturn Alley perhaps, or on some market. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had added a few ones himself.”
As peculiar as it was, not many people could say they got a book of dark magic and probably illegal potions for Christmas.
“What an unusual gift. I do like it. Thank you, really!” you said and opened your arms to hug him, out of pure habit, but froze when you saw his stern expression, your arms still open.
He looked into your eyes again, seemed to think for a moment and finally nodded to let you hug him. Just like when you had held hands, he was stiff and rigid, it felt like he was uncomfortable. You retracted, but as soon as you let go, he wrapped his arms around you and held you a little tighter, extending the embrace for a few more seconds.
There was a ghost of a smile on his face when you sat back straight and he was about to say something when the door flew open.
Tummy, one of the house-elves, stood in the door frame. “Miss, the guestroom is ready. Mister Riddle, Sir, please follow me.”
“Great,” Tom whispered under his breath, got up and followed the elf.
You quickly hid the book under your pillow and called after them, “It’d be nice if you could knock next time, Tummy!”
“Sorry Miss! Will knock!” His voice echoed from the hallway.
When Mother called for dinner in the evening it was quiet at first. The turmoil from lunch still lingered in the air and no one had the heart to talk about it. The usual pleasantries didn’t last for long, so everyone resorted to picking on their food, which was better than exchanging uncomfortable glances.
“Tom?” Elsie said all of a sudden, breaking the silence.
“Yes?” he answered and you looked back and forth between the two.
“Did you know I’ll go to Hogwarts too next term?” Elsie went on, a very proud tone in her voice.
He grinned while picking up some green beans with his fork. “I did know that, yes.”
“I haven’t gotten the letter yet, so technically I don’t know if I’ll get in, but my parents said it will come on my eleventh birthday.”
“I’m sure it will.”
He had barely finished his last word when Elsie asked the next thing.
“What’s your favourite subject?”
“Um… Defence Against The Dark Arts, I think,” Tom said. “It’s interesting enough.”
“Why?”
“Well,” he took a second to think. “I like to be prepared.”
“And you’re in Slytherin, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think I’ll get sorted into Slytherin?”
“Depends. Is it your favourite?”
You caught your parents exchanging looks and smiling at each other.
“Um… Well,” Elsie began. “I think they’re all nice. But Gryffindor is the best I guess.”
Tom clicked his tongue and shook his head jokingly. “Shame,” he said.
“Do you play Quidditch?” Elsie asked.
“No, I’m not into sports.”
“But can you fly?”
“Yes, I’m a decent flyer.”
She looked at your parents for a moment and whispered to Tom, “Do you think you can show me? How to fly a broom. I got one for Christmas, you see. And I-”
“Elsie,” Father laughed. “Let the boy eat, please.”
“No, I can show you,” Tom said. “It’s the least I can do to show my respect after you’re letting me stay here.”
“That’s very kind of you Tom,” Mother said. “And you can stay as long as you like.”
“Thank you. I won’t bother you for long though,” he answered.
Dessert was served and Elsie peppered Tom with questions about brooms until Father finally told her to leave him alone.
Later that night, when you lay in bed, you pulled the book out from under your pillow and held it for a while. It probably wasn’t even meant to be so special, but the fact that Tom had thought of giving you a present for Christmas, was not what you would have expected.
And you hadn’t even wasted a single thought about getting him something. How ignorant.
You wondered how he felt about that. If he even felt about that, one way or another.
Your fingertip ran up and down the book spine countless times while you stared up onto the ceiling. You had to get him something. Something special.
And then you wondered if he couldn’t sleep either. If he wanted to talk for just a bit as well. If he thought about lying next to you, too. You could try to sneak out of your room and over to the guest room. Your parents wouldn’t like that of course, but you were going to marry him. They had to get used to the thought. And if you were quiet enough, they wouldn’t even notice.
You sat up slowly, put the book back under your pillow and tiptoed to the door of your room. Turning the doorknob as quietly as possible and holding your breath, you looked out into the dark hallway. You wouldn’t even need light, you knew this hallway like the back of your hand. Fifteen, maybe twenty quick steps and you would be right by the door to the guest room. So you took the first step out of your room.
“Miss!” a squeaky voice whispered in the dark from below.
It was Tummy, standing there alone.
“Tummy?” you asked quietly. “What are you doing here?”
“Miss, Master told Tummy to keep watch all night. So that Mister Riddle wouldn’t disturb you in your room.”
Great. Your parents were a few steps ahead.
“Can Tummy get you anything, Miss?”
“No, I… I just thought I heard something,” you sighed. “Does Father really force you to stay up all night? You can go downstairs to sleep if you want to.”
“No, Miss, no,” the elf said and smiled. “Tummy sleeps right here on the floor. I have very good ears, yes. I hear every little noise, you see? I will wake up whenever I hear something and alert the Masters.”
Unbelievable. They had thought of everything.
“I see,” you said. “But I’m not afraid Tom would disturb me. You really can go downstairs.”
“Miss, Tummy is thankful for your offer, but I must follow the Master's order. Tummy doesn’t mind it.”
“Alright then,” you gave up. “Hang on though.” You went back into your room, and fetched one of the three pillows from your bed. “Take this at least,” you told the elf and gave him the pillow. “It’s big enough for you to sleep on.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary. Please.”
“I insist.”
Tummy smiled, took the pillow and nodded. “Thank you, Miss. Tummy is very grateful.”
“Good night, Tummy.
“Good night, Miss.”
The following day went by quicker than you had wanted it to. Father, Tom and Elsie went outside in the late morning to give Elsie her long-awaited flying lessons. They were a great team, against all expectations. You watched them from the kitchen window and noticed how Father held himself back from helping. He kept a careful eye on the two when Tom showed Elsie how to mount the broom correctly.
Elsie listened intently to everything Tom told her, tried to follow each step precisely and could properly hold herself in the air after a while. Father and Tom seemed incredibly proud, not only of themselves but of your little sister.
You could have watched them for hours, but Mother had called you to the reading room, to go to Diagon Alley via the Floo Network. You had asked her to take her with you since you wanted to get some new quills for school and a proper Christmas present for Tom.
Thankfully Diagon Alley wasn’t too busy, yet it took you a while to find an appropriate gift. You hadn’t even known where to start looking, but when you finally saw it in the shop window, you knew it was perfect.
Back home, Elsie, Father and Tom were just walking back inside, their cheeks and noses all flushed from the hours they had spent out in the cold. Elsie jumped through the living room, raving about how high she was able to fly now. She had even attempted to do some advanced twists but almost had taken a fall.
Father patted Tom on the shoulder and thanked him for his time, which made Tom’s ears turn almost as pink as his cheeks and nose.
After congratulating your sister on her achievement, you turned to Tom. “Would you follow me? There’s something I want to show you.”
You took him to the reading room, where the parcel you got him stood under the desk.
“Long day, huh?” you asked when you closed the door behind you.
He nodded. "Successful though. Your sister is a quick learner. She could make it on the Quidditch team one day.”
“Thank you for teaching her,” you said. “We all appreciate it.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
Now that you were with him, you didn’t know where to start. Should you tell him about lying in bed with the book in your hand, thinking of him? That you almost would have knocked on his door in the middle of the night, if Tummy had not been there? That could sound terribly invasive. What if he wouldn’t have wanted you to come? Now that you thought about it, you were glad that Tummy had spoiled your plan. Nighttime certainly made you too reckless.
“So, is this a hint for me to leave?” Tom asked, pointing at the fireplace.
“No! I mean, it’s not. Are you planning on leaving?”
“I might go back home tonight,” he nodded.
“Already? Do you not like it here?”
A smirk crossed his face for a second. “Oh I do. I think I haven’t had a better night’s sleep anywhere, outside of Hogwarts.” He took a step closer. “If it wasn’t for the elf in the hallway, I’m sure it would have been even better.”
How would he also know about Tummy? Did he leave his room too? To prevent your mouth from hanging open, you bit your tongue and answered, “Father is overprotective.”
“Quite a shame.”
“Certainly.”
The look on his face held something new, something previously unseen. Something that resembled banter or a cheeky joke between friends. It would not have been awkward at all if you had gone over to his room. Tummy be damned.
“Still,” he said. “I should go home to smooth things over before school starts again.”
“Of course. Before you go though, there’s something I want you to have. I thought of your present a lot. And I decided I had to get you something as well.”
“Not necessary. Your family let me stay the night, that’s more than en-”
“Stop it,” you snapped and went to get the parcel from under the table. “There’s not a lot of things I thought suited Tom Riddle. But this does, I believe.”
He took the box with both hands, placed it onto the desk and pulled off the top. “Oh.”
“Her name is Nagini. She’s not fully grown yet.”
Tom took a dark green, medium-sized snake out of the box and let it curl around his arm.
“Did you know?” he asked.
“Know what?”
“That I’m a Parselmouth.”
“Yes,” you nodded. “People in Hogwarts were talking about it years ago and then I thought of your house and your relation to Salazar Slytherin. It made sense.”
“Thank you,” he said genuinely, looking into your eyes before he watched Nagini gliding from one arm to the other. “Stretch out your arm for me.”
You did and let your fingers touch his. Both of you now stood there with one arm pointing towards each other. The snake slithered around Tom’s arm, quickly making its way towards his outstretched fingers and over to yours. It hissed quietly while wandering up to your shoulder.
“She likes you,” Tom said softly. “A lot.”
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hello there! Nice seeing you post again— been following you since your first Kny’s posts and I love your writing style! Since we’re under the HSR train, can I request reader who is part of the express and like March and Stelle are very protective of them because they’re really weak due to a past injury? And Then they tell the Characters that one day they’ll find the strength to be able to fight for themselves soon? Heurhuryeue that’d just be cool, only if you wanna tho!! Thank you!!!! Have a bread day
omg!! rlly?? eeeeeeeeee, its so nice to see long time followers! its been like. .5 or 4 years since i made this blog? wow time goes by fast, im really happy that you’re still here! i hope you’ve been growing as a person without much struggle as time passed!
“ march! “ you swatted her prying hand away and adjusted the crutch to your side. “ for the last time, i can get up and walk myself, can’t you see i have this crutch to support me? “ taken aback by you swatting her hand and your warning glare, her expression saddens. you were injured from the encounter with the doomsday beast. march made a mistake she wish she could take back. during the doomsday beast encounter, she gotten cocky; biting more than she can chew and recklessly attacked the beast with barrage of arrows while staying in one spot. at that moment, one of its hands quickly appeared in front of her, ready to strike. luckily, you managed to push her out of the way at the cost of your side getting clawed and a fractured leg.
march’s stomach churns at the horrible memory. what stuck to her mind was the look of horror written on your face as the creature’s large claw nearly dug itself into your side as you clumsily dodged backwards. you nearly screamed as you landed in a bad position and danheng had to escort you far away from the fight as far as he could. she swallows hard, digging her nails into her palm, enough to engrave crescents into her skin.“ i know that, but still! i want to support you too. i-i was the one who made you like this! if i had buffed you with defense, i- “
“ march 7th. “ your partner shakes her head stubbornly, tears in her eyes. “ you don’t understand, seeing you back there—seeing you in pain like that— haunts me! i can’t pretend to be all happy and joyful when you’re not even with me on adventures! i know that i’m ignorant to many things that i shouldn’t be ignorant to. but. . i don’t want to be insensitive to your struggles either that’s why i been so protective.”
you sighed deeply, dropping your gaze to the floor. unusual silence fills the atmosphere of your cabin while you fully process march’s confession. you were wrong for being annoyed at her protectiveness. things could of been much worse and you could only imagine how’d she think of herself then. march takes your hand in hers, your eyes immediately reverts back to hers, gaze softening around the edges. her lips curled into an apologetic sad smile, she looks at you with pleading eyes.
“ months from now march. .” you cast her a tight—lipped smile, “ me, you, stelle, and danheng will all be together running around making memories in some random planet. i’ll be able to do things for myself fully again so don’t you worry, you reckless girl.”without any protest, you let her throw her arms around your shoulders to embrace you.
“ i’ll do better next time, i swear on it (name)!“
“ i know that i don’t miraculously come back alive after i die like you but you’re watching me as if i’ll just suddenly fall over and perish. “ you remark, striking the wooden dummy with a wooden sword. you were careful not to swing too fluidly because of the stitches on your abdomen. you’d rather not reopen them and bleed out on the spot. “ danheng said that you’re not suppose to be training while you have stitches in. “
you scoffed, “ alright? well i am, now what? i’m not in much pain anymore and i just have to reduce my movement in my slashes. danheng’s a snitch for telling you that i’m here. you know what they say stelle, snitches get sti—fuck! “ a momentary sharp sensation shoots in your wound area and you crumble to your knees. stelle is by your side, her countenance contorted in disappointment. her gloved hand rests on the small of your back and the other on your knee. “ i-i’m okay, this normally happens after a few weeks of having stitches. pretty fun experience time to time. it’ll be completely painless sooner or later. “ you comment, mustering a shaky smile.
“ i think danheng is right and i don’t like seeing you like this. “ stelle frowns. you sighed in relief at the sensation going away and lifted yourself from the floor, stelle follows suit. “ then leave, stelle. you don’t have to be here. “ you shrugged her off and repositioned yourself into sword stance. she blocks you from the dummy, giving you a pointed look. “ don’t look at me like that. unless you want to be my training partner, i want you to step aside. “ you commanded, glaring at your stubborn girlfriend.
she shakes her head, a mocking smile erasing the frown from her lips. “ i don’t want to so now what?”you roll your eyes, she continues, placing her hands on her hips playfully, “ i don’t think you have the strength yet to defeat the likes of me, foolish mortal.“
“ oh no! you’re right! “ you gasped, dropping your sword dramatically, “ i wonder how i can defeat you! oh, i know how. “ before she can react, you pulled her in by the hoodie and smashed your lips against hers for a brief moment then pulled away. stelle looks absolutely dumbfounded, her jaw slightly ajar at the surprise kiss. you smirked, “ i don’t even need my full strength to defeat you and when i do, i’ll do a lot more than this. “
#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#honkai x reader#hsr x reader#hsr stelle#hsr scenarios#stelle x reader#hsr march 7th#march 7th x reader#honkai star rail imagines
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An heir is born
Raphael x Gwen
The sequel to this.
A/N: Not my best but today was bad brain day, so i'm glad i was able to finish it. Finally, actual, dad!phael.
tags: @bg3fan
Someone had smacked Raphael on the chest while he was asleep.
Hard.
He sat in a hurry, looking around the room, worried that someone might have entered and tried to attack him.
Instead, when he turned his face, Gwen was standing next to him, holding her belly.
“What happened?” He asked, a frown on his face. He covered her hand with his.
“The water broke…” She whispered.
In the months leading to the delivery, Raphael had spared some time to read upon childbearing, including labor. Although he knew that any child he produced would be a tiefling, a very small part of him still worried that they would come out as he did - murdering their mother.
And so he was ready for this moment. Raphael quickly stood up and called Korilla.
“Yes, master?” She asked in a tired voice.
“Go call the midwife.” The warlock nodded and left. Raphael held one of his wife’s hand and placed the other on her back. Together, they walked out of the room, and slowly went to Gwen’s old chambers.
“Remind me why you can’t just snap us away?” She asked, hissing.
“Walking will help put the child in the right position.”
“Hmpf.” Was all she could reply. Eventually, they arrived in the room, and he helped Gwen sit down on a rocking chair.
They stayed there in silence, the only sound in the room being Gwen's breathing. Raphael paced around, not sure what to do with himself.
“Are you alright?” Gwen asked.
“I should be the one asking you that.” He replied. She chuckled.
“I’m managing, but your pacing around is making me nervous.” Raphael walked towards her and she held one of his hands, and kissed his fingers. “Everything will go well, my love.”
“I know.” He sighed. He didn’t want to worry or care about this as much as he did, but the thought of either of them dying put some fear into him.
Raphael was taken out of his thoughts by the arrival of Korilla, alongside the midwife. The woman was also an old dwarf and she had brought along her assistant, an elven maiden.
The women explained how things would go on from now and politely asked Raphael to leave.
“No.” He said.
“Sir, please understand that it would be better if you stayed outside.” The elf tried to reason. Raphael took a step back and placed a hand on Gwendolyn’s shoulder. Before he could rebuke, she spoke up.
“I think they’re right, Raphael.”
“What?”
“Look, things are going to get messy, and we all know how you don’t like chaos. Besides, I don’t want you hovering around these ladies and trying to bark orders at them if anything went slightly wrong.” She told him.
“Are you sure?”
Gwen nodded. “I promise they’ll call you as soon as the baby arrives.” He sighed but obliged.
Raphael waited outside, to what felt like hours. He even had time to change his clothes. As he heard the screaming from inside, he couldn’t help but want to barge in and see whatever the hell was going on. But, alas, he remained outside.
After only the gods knew how long, the screaming stopped and the door opened. The elf smiled at him. “Come in.”
He walked past her, looked at Gwendolyn. She was still sitting on the rocking chair, though by the look of where the blood was, she had not given birth there. Her purple hair clung to her sweaty forehead. In her arms, she held the babe, who was wrapped in cloth. She gave the child a tired smile.
Raphael walked towards them. “It’s a girl.” She said, in a raspy voice. Gwen raised her arms towards him, and he was able to take a better look.
The girl’s skin seemed to lean more on Gwen’s color, pink. She didn’t have much hair, so they would have to wait to figure out the color. He could see two small stumps on her forehead, that one day would grow into proper horns. She was asleep, so later he would figure out the color of her eyes.
With a careful finger, he gently rubbed her cheek. “Have you thought of a name?” He asked Gwen. They had discussed names previously but hadn’t arrived at a conclusion.
She nodded. “I think… something to homage my mother, without giving her the same name. Maybe…Natahlia.” She paused for a moment. “I know it’s very human sounding but-”
Raphael interrupted her. “If that is what you wish, then Natahlia it is.”
…
It was late at night. Gwen had finally put Natahlia to sleep. The two weeks since her birth, the girl had been very vocal. Because of his duties as Archdevil Supreme, he hadn’t had the opportunity to spend as much time with his newborn, which caused a conflict between him and his wife, who was stressed from taking care of the child.
Due to that, when Natahlia suddenly began crying, Raphael told Gwen to stay in bed while he walked towards the crib.
Now that it had been some time since she was born, some of her features were slightly different. For once, her skin had darkened to a more red, raspberry color. She was a big baby, with chubby cheeks, but he could already tell she had his nose. The small tuft of hair she had was a dark shade of purple.
He picked her up, shushing her. She kicked her little legs, still crying as he rocked her up and down.
“Shh…you have to go back to sleep, little lady, before your mother awakens again.” He whispered to her. “You have a grand legacy to carry on, my heir. But do not fret, under my guidance, you’ll do great things.”
She began to calm down, looking at him with big eyes, which were both blue, the same shade as the one blue eye Gwen had. Most lords would have preferred a boy, but he had secretly wished she’d be a girl, one that would be as beautiful as her mother.
He smirked and began to lower her back on the crib. Once he fully settled her down, she started to cry again. Raphael sighed and gently rocked the crib.
“Maybe you’ll prefer a song.” He said, putting a finger on her wet cheek. “How was that one your mother sang?”
He thought for a moment, remembering the lyrics and began. The lullaby had been originally written in infernal, which was how he sang it, but the translation to common was this:
The carnation fought the rose
Underneath a balcony
The carnation left hurt and the rose shattered
The carnation got sick, and the rose visited him
The carnation fainted and the rose started to cry
It was not one he particularly enjoyed much, but it got the job done, and soon, Natahlia was fast asleep again. As he looked at her belly gently raising and falling, he couldn’t help but genuinely smile. His legacy would live on.
#raphael baldur's gate 3#raphael bg3#raphael the cambion#raphael x gwen#oc: gwendolyn gray#dad!phael#my writing#baldur's gate 3#not tav#also i might take some time to post it on AO3 due to somethings that have happened
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Not sure your opinions on Bran Stark, but maybe him falling in love with the reader while they’re assorted into an arranged marriage? He grows jealous and decides he needs to keep you in Winterfell with him, so he does everything he can to make you his despite your oath of marriage to maybe a Lannister?
Or just any Bran Stark x Reader content, I love that man so much 🤭🤭
Yesss darling!! Baby I think I made it GN but if you catched a gender thingy let me know!
Summary: Bran didn’t like Y/N at first, so when their parents announced they were to be betrothed he refused. That hurts. But then Tommen came and he disliked that even more. He would show you that he is better than that bastard.
A/N: I do not follow the original storyline cause yeah no. We don’t do that here on this blog. Also fuck their winters and shit. In this story it’s just all 4 seasons in 1 year. And your house is Greenfield a (non-existing) house which is south of Winterfell and often associated with the Vale and shit.
It’s sort of very long headcanons :)
Tag list: @crownedtargaryen
Let me know if you want to be added babes
It was the summer of Bran’s thirteenth birthday, when they got the news. The Greenfield’s were coming to visit and they were bringing their child Y/N Greenfield. They were often talked about, how they would grow up to become one of the prettiest people alive. Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.
When the Greenfields arrived his whole family was running around making sure that everything looks perfect. "Robb, can we train this afternoon?" "Bran, we do not have the time for training, we need to prepare. Do something useful and go help father or something.” Stupid Greenfields, now they’ve ruined his weekly training session with Robb, what else are they going to ruin? On his way to his father he ran into his mother Catelyn. “Bran! What are you still doing in these clothes?! Go and put on sometching more formal! Don’t just stand here, GO!” His mother looked very nervous and it almost seemed like this visit would determine their fate as a house.
Deciding not to push the buttons of his mother even more he complied, and asked a servant to bring him some formal clothes. (You didn’t think he would do that himself now did you??). Once it was on his bed he begrudgingly put it on, already feeling as if he doesn’t really like the Greenfields one bit.
He begrudgingly went downstairs to meet with his parents. His parents, Robb, Sansa, Rickon,his adopted brother Jon and hell even Arya were dressed up. They all wore their best clothes for the visit
They all waited for the carriage to enter the gates of Winterfell and they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes after everything gathered a carriage came into view. It was decorated with beautiful green ornaments and golden leaves on the sides.
Your father, mother and your 2 older brothers left the carriage before you and as last but definitely not least you.
“My lord stark, may I present to you. My eldest : Tobas, my second eldest: Darron. And my youngest : Y/N.” Your father spoke
“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, really! Come on in! Let the kids get to know each other, they’ll be spending lots of time together in the future so…..” Ned spoke the last part quietly not wanting to reveal anything yet.
You stood there swaying on your feet until you spotted Bran, he looked around your age so you approached him, wanting to seem nice.
“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.
“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.
Ned and your father had made plans to unite your houses when you were born. Tobas and Darron were too old to be wedded to either Sansa or god forbid Arya. But you, you were the perfect age and being born only a few months after Bran? It was a miracle.
At the dinner the announcement was made and my god was it an experience
“Ned, thank you so much for hosting this amazing dinner for us. We couldn’t be more honoured and I believe that as a host you should be the one to announce it.”
“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran. “The Starks and Greenfields will be united through a marriage. Bran and Y/N are destined to be wedded as soon as Y/N turns eighteen. Until then they will spend much time together. Let’s all celebrate this alliance!”
Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.
You on the other hand already had a feeling when your father announced that you would be visiting Winterfell. You knew that it would be good for your family and Winterfell would be an important ally. Besides Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink
“Do you hear this Y/N?! We’ll be sisters!” It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband. This was off to a great start.
Over the span of the following 5 years, Bran would be 18 and you would turn 18 later that year, you were forced to spend a lot of time together. Sansa had already accepted you as her sister and you really liked her. Bran on the other hand…..
He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.
Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)
You practically lived in Winterfell and the Starks would be receiving some royal visitors. The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.
“Sansa! Imagine that the prince would like one of us? Then we’d become the next queen! Isn’t that just a dream?” That is what Bran overheard when he was walking around the place.
“Do you think he could end your betrothal to my brother? If he does, promise me you will remember me!” “Sansa, I will never ever forget you!”
Next day at dinner he decided to do a teeny tiny bit of questioning, did you really like the prince? Were you so desperate to get away from him?
“So Y/N, excited for the visit of the prince?” He gave you a sweet angelic look
“Yeah! I’ve heard great stories about him. Did you hear that he is great at archery and sword fighting?! Like that’s so cool!”
Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”
The day of the visit
You were practically running around, trying to look your absolute best for the prince. You were very intrigued by all the stories you heard the people tell.
“Children, please come to the courtyard, they are arriving!” You could hear Ned’s voice coming from downstairs. With a last glance at the mirror, and deciding you looked amazing as usual you went downstairs.
You took your spot next to your husband to be, who looked extremely happy to see you as he always does haha not. “Good morning Bran! Excited for the visit?” You almost shined with excitement. “Cant wait.” Bran first wanted to cancel the betrothal by making you and the prince a thing. But now as he heard you speak about the prince already without ever seeing him, and now seeing you radiating with energy he started to doubt his intentions.
Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?
Well no time to think about it, Tommen is leaving the carriage and approaching him and you.
“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.
“Your grace, my name is Y/N of the house Greenfield.” You were delighted that the prince even spoke to you.
“Ah the youngest of the Greenfields, I’ve heard stories about how you are considered one of the prettiest people alive. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Alright Bran was getting more annoyed by the second now, so the little devil he is decided to meddle a bit.
“I’m so lucky to have Y/N as my betrothed,” Bran wrapped his hands around you which took you by surprise. “I really have to thank my father for that.”
“Ah so you are the man lucky enough to be the betrothed of the prettiest person? Well consider yourself lucky Bran, I know a lot of people who would think not twice before offering their hand.”
“Yeah….. Very lucky indeed.” With that the Prince left to enter the castle and settle into a room.
“Alright what the fuck was that Bran?” you hissed at him.
“Whaaattttt? Can’t I appreciate my future wife?” He replied as if he had done nothing wrong.
“Well you didn’t do anything of the sorts the past 5 years so it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think?!”
You tried to walk away but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. “I meant what I said just now. Thought you should know.”
With that the future lord of Winterfell left you there standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Very confused and stunned
You never truly disliked Bran but it seemed he did for a while. So where was this coming from?
“Y/N can you help me with my hair?” That was Sansa shouting at you from the window.
“I’m coming!”
The dinner disaster
What is it with people and placing people where they do not want to be?
On the head of the table was Ned, on his left side were Cathelyn, Arya, Sansa and Robb. On the other head was Cersei. To Ned’s right were Bran, you and then Tommen.
You were placed directly between them, how awkward.
“So Y/N, what do you enjoy doing these days here in Winterfell? I can imagine that it is very different than in the Vale.” The queen spoke to you. Oh my god she acknowledged you.
“Well you highness, even though it is indeed very different from the Vale I don’t think it are bad differences. The main one I had to adapt to is that it’s a bit colder. But as to what I enjoy doing, I really like to ride my horse in the woods. I enjoy reading in our library and recently I have followed some lessons alongside Sansa and Arya in stitching. Although I don’t know if that’s my thing or if it’s too “girly” for me.”
Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.
Bran deciding to try to ignore Tommen as much as possible spoke to you in such a kind voice you thought he was a different person. “Y/N, what did you read as last again? I remember being very intrigued by it and I would like to read it as well.”
“Oh well, it was something called The history of the Throne. It was very interesting, the stories went back to almost the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty. It also described the dance of the dragons and all that drama in great detail!” You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.
“Aha speaking about the dance of the dragons, do you like them? And who do you think was the rightful heir to the throne?”
So you turned around again now facing Tommen. “Do I like dragons? Who in their right mind doesn’t? The rightful heir, that a very difficult question. I fully understand Rhaenyra, buuuuutt I also understand where Alicent came from. She just thought that Viserys meant their son Aegon and from that point it all became very very confusing.” Tommen was smiling at the attention, Bran however was not.
Before he had the chance to speak the Queen spoke up and you were relieved to hear someone else speak for a while. You weren’t really listening so you were surprised when you heard your name being called by her. “Y/N, darling did you hear me?” “Sorry my Queen I was a bit distracted, could you repeat it for me please?” “I asked you if you like it here in Winterfell and if you look forward to your marriage with Bran?”
Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?
You noticed Bran spacing out and gently placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring him back and he looked a bit surprised at you.
“My queen I can assure you that I’m really enjoying Winterfell and I coudnt be more excited for the wedding.” This seemed to shock almost everyone at the table, including Ned and Catelyn. Who tried on numerous occasions to change their sons mind.
“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit, so you leaned in close to him and whispered “I know a woman who would be lucky to meet you my prince, she is prettier than I am. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.”
Tommen instantly felt a lot better and couldn’t wait to leave Winterfell all of a sudden.
You and Bran? You guys got married the week after you turned 18, he is your little grumpy man.
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Okay I’m talking about my zasr smeet NOW because idk if I’ll ever finish her page since I LOST IT. Anyway.
Her name is Mi (pronounced “me”) which was zim’s idea because skoodge wouldn’t let him name her zim jr
She was born from The Slime. (The sludge that comes out of the voot in that one issue. Now I KNOW it only did what it did because it was reacting to the stuff on the planet but ermmm shhhhh I’ll figure it out)
She doesn’t need a pak because she was born from The Slime buuuuttt she wants to be like her parents so she wears this little backpack that looks like a pak (skoodge gave it to her and zim has never mentioned the fact that he’s the one that did the most work on it because he’s EMBARRASSEDDDDD you know how zim is)
The backpack’s like. Spot things (you know the pink spots on paks. Yeah) are shaped like little hearts and they’re pockets that she keeps little trinkets in (the top heart has a family photo in it). It’s also pretty big inside the bag and has even more pockets in there
She doesn’t know a whole lot about the irken empire. Zim is desperate for her to learn all about it and the tallest because you know how he is but skoodge does not want her involved in all that at all and always changes the subject or takes her away when zim is starting a deep dive (he is still very delusional this is not an au where he’s realised everything he’s still very much hopelessly devoted to the tallest and denies the fact that he’s defective)
You know how zim is. He isn’t as affectionate with mi as skoodge but you can tell he loves her (the same way he shows his love for gir, you have to read into his behaviour but you know he loves them both). Mi wishes he’d be more cuddly so when he is in the rare mood where he’ll snuggle (usually when he’s too tired to be difficult) she makes the most out of it similar to skoodge LOL
Her and gir are the worst team ever in the sense that they are so hard to handle and shouldn’t be left alone together for long periods of time because chaos will be unleashed. They’re best friends. If minimoose is involved sometimes they’ll be responsible and handle it but other times it’ll just be absolute carnage and you can never tell which one it’ll be
Most of the time she wears a little pink dress because it’s the closest thing to zim and skoodge’s uniforms (she will eventually grow out of wanting to be exactly like them and will love wearing other clothes)
I don’t think she’d be allergic to the earth stuff as horribly as zim because she grew up on earth. She is still an irken so I think there’d still be a reaction of some kind but not like burning and smoking like zim (maybe a rash??? I HAVENT DECIDED ON ALL THIS YET)
She stops wearing her backpack as much as she grows up (she’d use it as like. An actual bag but she wouldn’t wear it every second of every day like she did when she was little) but she still keeps it in the best condition she can and keeps it in a special place in her room in the underground part of the base and the family photo stays firmly in that heart pocket
I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW but I’ll either reblog this post when I think of other stuff or just edit this one okay thanks bye
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Hiiii I’m not sure if I sent this one in already as I have the worst memory lmaooo but can you do a Jack harlow imagine where him & the reader used to date back then & they’re no longer together but their moms are best friends. Since they’re besties all they want is for them to be back together since they can see them both suffering post breakup. You’re more than welcomed to add smut to this especially after our man’s won 4 awards he deserves it :)
Pure Honey
( thank you 🍉 for helping me )
Jack Harlow he was once the love of your life the two of you dated back in high school everyone in Louisville said the two of you were high school sweethearts but one thing lead to another and he became famous and well you didn’t.
The breakup was hard and didn’t really end well you loved Jack and wanted him to achieve in life but at the same time there was a part of you that wanted him to stay in Louisville with you and be your little secret but Jack wanted more out of life he wanted to put his town on the map and that’s exactly what he’s been doing.
“Y/N sweetie can you come downstairs for a second please.” Your mom called from downstairs, sighing you put your phone down and went downstairs. Sometimes you hated coming back home for the holidays due to the reason that most of the time Jack was back down during the same time as well and your mom had many pictures placed on the walls of Jack and You.
You smiled softly seeing your mom baking one of her many famous pies, every since your father passed away she’s taken up cooking as a hobby and it actually helped her at times it wasn’t easy on either of you but the two of you managed to grow together and get past his death.
“Oh there you are sweetie I was going to see if you could set the table please, Maggie will be over soon.” Maggie was Jack’s mother and she was also like a second mother to you as well, when your father passed away she’d let you spend the night at her house and you two would spend time together or she’d take you out on little dates with Jack and Clay.
“Just Maggie? Or will some of your other friends be coming over as well.” Thanksgiving was in a couple of days so your mom always had a little dinner and invited over a few of her friends and they would all gossip and discus what dishes they are making for thanksgiving that year.
“Maggie and Jack as well as Urban and also Jack’s manger will be over as well and of course Clay.” Did you just hear your mother right? There was no way she was inviting over Jack right she had to be lying or maybe you were still sleeping.
“Jack’s coming over?” You said in disbelief your mom gave you a look of concern, when Jack and You broke up you never did tell her things ended well to spare her the pain since she was dealing with so much more.
“Yes sweetie his tour is over and a home cooked meal is exactly what he needs. Now stop looking like you saw a ghost and finish setting up the table they’ll be here soon.”
You couldn’t believe Jack was coming over you haven’t seen him in years I mean sure you saw him on social media but that wasn’t the same thing in a few hours he’d be at your house and you were planning on making sure you weren’t here for that.
A couple of hours go by while your in your room getting ready to meet up with your friend Taylor, Jack and them had just arrived you looked out your window hearing a car door shut that’s when your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest.
There was Jack he’s gotten taller he’s definitely developed way more as well he wasn’t that nerdy Jack you use to know, you shut your legs suddenly feeling a tingly sensation coming from your core you mentally cursed yourself because Jack still very much did have an effect on you.
“Y/N sweetie come downstairs now!” Your mom yelled you rolled your eyes and acted like you didn’t hear her, there was no way you were about to go downstairs.
“Jack! Hi sweetie gosh I missed you so much and look how much bigger you’ve gotten.” Your mom coo’d and squished Jack’s cheeks together as well as Urban’s and Clay’s.
“Hi Ms. Y/N I haven’t seen you in forever.” Jack laughed as he hugged your mother.
“It smells good in here Ms. Y/L I smell cherry pie.” Urban licked his lips and immediately walked towards the kitchen with Clay close on his tail.
“Boys that’s for dinner don’t even try and touch it.” Maggie and Your mother followed after Clay and Urban while Neelam and Jack stayed behind, Jack showing Neelam all of the pictures that hung on the wall.
“Who’s this?” Neelam asked while she brought the picture frame over to Jack he eyes started crinkled up to the smile on his face.
It was a picture of the two of you after your kindergarten play you were dressed up as a candy cane while Jack was dressed up as one of Santa’s elves. You had jumped onto of his back while his short little arms helped onto your legs tightly so you wouldn’t fall over.
“That’s Y/N she’s my best friend and was the girl I was in love with we haven’t talked in years since the breakup it was kinda hard on the both of us.” He explained to Neelam he rubbed his thump across your face in the picture before putting it back over the fire place.
“Is she here?”
“I’m not sure but even if she was here I don’t think she wants to see me.” He mumbled sadly before heading into the kitchen.
The whole time you were at the top of the stairs listening to his entire conversation, you missed Jack just as much as he missed you but he did you wrong and you don’t think you could ever forgive him.
After everyone settled down they all sat around the table and started eating and talking about thanksgiving, your mom and Maggie were talking about who was making the ham and who was making the turkey, Urban and Clay of course saying how they couldn’t wait to eat everything, Neelam was answering a few emails and Jack well his mind was stuck on you.
“Is Y/N here?” Jack asked your mom who finally realized that you never came downstairs when she called for you.
“Honey if you don’t mind could you go upstairs and see if she’s still up there? She’s got this thing lately of sneaking out the house.” Jack laughed at the thought of you sneaking in and out of your window every night. He excused himself from the table and made his way upstairs towards your room.
He ran his fingers across all the picture frames your mom had placed on the walls he couldn’t believe how much has changed and how fast time had went.
He was a bit hesitant at going into your room but he saw the door was cracked open a little bit so he just let himself in.
Jack chuckled seeing all of your stuffed animals laying across your bed his heart started fluttering seeing recent pictures you printed out of yourself and had them on your wall with other pictures of friends and family. You had him blocked on every social media platform he’d see a glimpse of you sometimes whenever you hung out with Sunni or Clay.
“Uh what are you doing in my room.” Jack jumped at the sound of your voice before quickly tossing down the stuffed animal. His face heated up in embarrassment but he couldn’t help but to let his jaw drop at the sight of you.
The way those jeans hugged all your curves perfectly made him feel many things and the way your lips looked so plump and juicy made him want to kiss you for days, and just you as a whole you were just so beautiful.
“Uh.. uh I fuck uh your mom told me to come get you because dinner is ready.” His cheeks started heating up you nodded your head slowly and noticed he was touching your stuffed animals.
“Why are you touching my things?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” Rolling your eyes you went and took the stuffed animals away from him before putting them back in their original place.
The room fell into a awkward silence the two of you had so much built up tension towards one another and weren’t really sure how to dish it out.
“Well I’ll just go then it was nice seeing you Y/N.” You hated how the two of you drifted off but today wasn’t the day to discuss it all maybe somethings were better left unsaid.
Thanksgiving day ( sorry girl I got lazy 💀 )
It was the day of thanksgiving everyone was over while Maggie and Your mom were in the kitchen finishing up some of the food and setting the table you sat in the living room scrolling on your phone while Clay and Urban argued over watching the thanksgiving parade, Neelam was doing her nails while Jack was looking at you.
You shifted in your seat feeling someone’s eyes on you and you knew who it was but you kept ignoring the fact that he was watching you he smirked noticing how you squirmed around.
“Stop looking at her Jack that’s weird.” Neelam mumbled over to him and checked her toes and smiled in approval at how they turned out.
“Well these are my eyes so I can look anywhere or is that a crime too.” He sassed back making Neelam roll her eyes at him.
She went to say something else but was interrupted by your mom.
“Dinner is done come on and eat!!” Everyone practically trampled out of the living room to go eat. Everyone in Kentucky knew that your mom was the queen at cooking they always joked around saying how her food could cure the world.
You sat across from Jack as everyone else sat next to one another. There was definitely some tension in the air it was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“So how’s the food?” Maggie asked to try and break the silence.
“It’s really good thank you Maggie and Ms. Y/L.” Neelam thanked your mom and Maggie them two of them smiled over at her and offered her some more ham.
“It’s really good mom you guys did that.” Clay spoke with a mouth filled with mashed potatoes, you couldn’t help but to laugh at how silly he looked making Jack smile, he always loved your laugh and how your dimples would show. Your mom and Maggie both gave each other knowing looks when they noticed.
The two of them were planning how to get the two of you back together somehow. They both knew how badly you two missed each other but were both to petty and childish to admit it. Your mom knew you were about to hate her for what she was about to do but she was praying it would be worth it in the end.
“So Jack do you have a girlfriend yet? Any girls on the road act your attention.” You chocked on your drink while everyone gave your mom a shocked look.
“Uh well I don’t really have a girlfriend Ms. Y/L I’m not really looking right now.” Now it was Maggie’s turns to try and get things going.
“Are you sure Jack? What happened to what’s her name.. Lala yes Lala I thought the two of you were going on a date together tomorrow.” That was it was for you, slamming down your fork and spoon you excused yourself and went outside, Jack excused himself as well and followed behind you.
“Looks like it worked.”
“It sure did.” Neelam, Urban and Clay weren’t sure what to say but just shrugged it off and went back to stuffing their faces.
“Y/N hey slow down would you.” Jack was surprised at how fast you were walking he could barley catch up.”
“Yo slow the fuck down Y/L!” He yelled out and grabbed your hand brining you towards his chest, you kept your head down not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Y/N look at me.” He begged he frowned hearing your sniffle you looked up slowly and instantly started balling.
“Oh baby don’t cry.” Jack brought you into his chest and you just let all your emotions and anger you were holding in all out.
After a few minutes you eventually calmed down and pulled away from him.
“I’m sorry for getting makeup on your hoodie.” He laughed and shook his head at you.
“It’s nothing I got plenty of more and you know there is no girl named Lala I’m sure my mom was just lying to try and get us out here which worked.” You laughed and nodded you kinda knew they were up to something.
“I’m sorry Jack for everything I knew I shouldn’t have acted so selfish when you decided to leave Louisville, I just didn’t want you to leave me.”
“I’m sorry too Y/N I know the way I left things messed you up and I apologize but if you don’t mind you think we could start over?” He eyes sparkled with hope and you bit your lip before grinning up at him.
“I’d like that very much Jack. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too baby girl.” He leaned down and grabbed your chin before smashing his lips onto yours, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him in closer.
“Ms. Y/L you might be having a porno on your front porch soon.” Clay yelled from the living room window as Urban and Him watched Jack and you practically swallow one another.
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This morning I woke up thinking horny Dreaming thoughts and for a second I was so bummed out that I couldn’t tell anyone. But then I remembered I can tell you and I just really want to thank you for your inbox and for all of your enthusiastic responses. I’ve been doubting lately if I want to stay in fandom spaces but you really make it fun and worthwhile and plain lovely, and I’m really grateful for you.
Anyway: horny thoughts.
I come from a region where religious affiliation was systematically discouraged two generations ago, so we’re all pretty much atheist and only go to church — if at all — for Christmas, so I was rather surprised that there is such a thing as premarital counseling aka. Telling young couples what to do/expect in bed after the wedding. Which is. Such a strange concept to me? Whatever happened to comprehensive sex ed? Do parents actually believe their teenagers are not experimenting and figuring themselves out?
Never mind my confusion, but I was thinking older marriage counselor!Dream and soon-to-be-wed!Hob. And why not make it a/o/b?
Hob is young, a fresh-faced, barely 18 Omega. He isn’t conventionally attractive but handsome in a way Betas and maybe even Alphas would be: broad shoulders, tall. By the time he’s 16 it was clear he will never have problems growing a full beard (unlike most Omegas), his chest, arms and legs are full of coarse hair-
Hob’s okay with it. After he’s lost his parents and was sent to the orphanage he figured he wouldn’t be of much interest for anyone really. He spent his time in the library and helping the nuns to take care of the little ones. He’s really good with kids and smart, so he aims to be a kindergartner or maybe even a teacher, if he gets the chance to study.
Considering how odd he is, he’s never had much to do with other kids his age. The alphas were intimidated by how large his is, larger than they are sometimes. Some Omegas and Betas avoided him for the same reason, while others were just put off by how strange he is. It saddens him a bit, but as long as he’s got the kids to take care of and hang out with, it’s fine. He’ll just live out his extroverted tendencies by playing with them for hours. He didn’t make the same experiences as others — there was one kiss with another Omega when he was 15. Hob liked it but the other Omega was so terrified that Hob decided this just isn’t worth it — but he’s content with his life.
Two weeks shy of his 18th birthday, the nuns ask him for a meeting. Hob knows that this is about his future and he plans to present them with his plans going forward: Either keep helping around the orphanage while he gets a few hours off each day to work on his schooling or find a part time job tutoring or as a nanny to do the same. He knows that they can’t keep him around forever, but they’ve always been good to him and he hopes they’ll let him stay a bit longer.
He is very surprised when they tell him, they found an Alpha who wants to marry him.
Hob protests. He doesn’t want to marry, he wants to be a teacher! That’s what he’s worked for ever since his parents died and none but the kids at the orphanage showed him any affection. He doesn’t want to sit at home all day, waiting for his Alpha to come home and knock him up (though he would love to have children of his own. that’s not the point). He doesn’t want to be an object, locked into a solitary building yet again!
The nuns assure him they’re written to the Alpha who is amenable to Hob getting his degree and working in childcare, as long as it’s not hindering him from performing his marital duties. Which to Hob doesn’t sound like a completely horrible deal? He can sleep in the same bed as some Alpha every night, that’s okay. After all, that’s all it is, right?
He agrees, reluctantly. The nuns send him to marriage counselling and Hob goes. He’s not sure what he needs it for because he knows how kissing works (mouth A on mouth B) and that sleeping next to your spouse will eventually lead to children.
Enter marriage counsellor!Dream, who has not done this before and has no idea why he agreed to this. His last marriage ended in tragedy so he’s clearly not the right person to prepare anyone for that kind of commitment but his siblings talked him into it. Something along the lines of how being around younger people in love would help him and make him less jaded.
Hob is immediately fascinated. The Alpha is so, so different from what he expected. He’s slender and tall, which is only accentuated by the suit he wears. He’s twice Hob’s age if he had to guess, judging by the grey in his hair. He’s stunningly beautiful and Hob is immediately enamoured. What a pity this guy isn’t the one he’s marrying because he sure wouldn’t mind lying in bed next to him, especially considering how delicious he smells and how Hob's body feels all tingly as soon as he steps inside the room.
Dream is equally as ass over teakettle for the sweet, naïve Omega that stumbled into his office. They talk a little about Dream’s actual day job, Hob’s aspirations for the future, etc. to get comfortable with each other before Dream starts poking at Hob’s experience only to realise that he has none. Zero. Zilch. He gently inquires what Hob does when he gets aroused and hard to which Hob answers that he waits for it to go away.
Dream is speechless. This beautiful, smart, kind Omega is so inexperienced, it would be a crime to let him get married like this. I mean that’s just setting him up for unhappiness! Dream knows other Omegas his age — the same age Hob’s prospective husband seems to be — and they won’t take care of him the way they should.
So Dream decides he has to do something about it. He starts slow, inviting Hob back for another evening to continue the counseling but gives him homework: The next time, Hob feels aroused and his prick is hard (in private), Dream wants him to wrap his hand around it and stroke it until he cums. Hob doesn’t know what that means, but Dream promises him that he’ll know when it happens.
Thing is tho: Hob doesn’t know what Dream meant. He tried but stopped at the first sign or pre on his tip. So next time they meet, Hob complains that he couldn’t sleep after because he was so keyed up!
Dream, his head a bit hazy given the image of Hob on his bed, his hand wrapped around his small Omega prick, that he goes ahead and asks Hob to demonstrate what he did. And Hob — blushing from both shyness and arousal — strips out of his trousers and pants, sits down on the leather armchair in the meeting area of Dream’s office and starts masturbating.
It’s painfully clear that he doesn’t know what he’s doing so Dream starts to coach him through it. He tells him that his grip needs to be tighter, that he needs to stroke faster, that he can’t stop now-
Dream nearly cums in his pants watching Hob. His eagerness is incredibly beautiful, the flush on his cheeks so, so stunning. He’s never seen anything as mesmerising as Hob looking down at his prick in surprise, his smell permeating Dream’s office and the wetness from his cunt soaking into the expensive leather upholstery.
Dream sends him to the bathroom to clean up, answers a few questions before he sends him home with more homework. Then Dream rushes to the bathroom himself, cumming within seconds because what he just witnessed- most erotic sight ever.
Two days later they have their next counseling session and Hob immediately blurts out that his wrist hurt too much so he couldn’t do the assignment Dream had given him, but he still wants to try. Aren’t there any other ways to finger his cunt? And Dream, who has been thinking about nothing but Hob for the past two days, proposes that he could just do it for Hob. So Hob strips down and takes a seat on Dream’s lap, already wet with slick and smelling ever so delicious.
Dream makes Hob cum twice on his fingers before he orders him to recline in the armchair and eats him out. Hob can barely walk afterwards and curls up on the couch, his head resting on Dream’s thigh. Maybe this whole marriage thing isn’t as bad as he thought it was? But what about the Alpha? Surely he has still so much to learn from Dream.
Next time they meet, Dream teaches him to kiss, while Hob sits on his lap. Hob's rubbing against his thigh until he's a shuddering mess and Dream gives him the quickest blowjob he's ever given.
This goes on and on and on and progresses steadily. They meet with take-out dinner and talk, they have their "lessons". The first time Hob cums on Dreams cock, Hob cries with how good it feels. He's an incoherent mess when Dream's knot inflates. There’s about two months left until the wedding and Dream vows he’ll make sure to teach Hob everything he knows about how to be pleased and how to please his Alpha.
And if they fall in love along the way and elope before Hob can marry some stranger, well at least Dream’s not jaded anymore and Hob is suddenly much more enthusiastic about marital obligations.
Love, 💄
I'm having a kinda terrible bad no good day today, so it's perfect that this has come to the top of the pile for the posting! First of all I want to say: thank you for letting me be the outlet for your thoughts and ideas! It's really a pleasure for me to know that my blog feels like a safe space. I hope you'll stick around for a very long time!!
I'm always grateful when you guys occasionally drop an absolute banger like this in my inbox. It's a real gift on a day like today when my head is empty. Anyway. I am. Deeply obsessed with this whole scenario. The whole setup with "marriage counselling", Dream being peer pressured into doing it even though his marriage was a trashcan on fire... excellent, I love it. And Hob!!! Darling, clever, innocent Hob!!!!! I would take a bullet for him in this au. I need him to have a happy life!!! I need him to be able to get his qualifications!!!! Most of all I need him to be railed by Dream 24/7.
I gotta know... has Dream taught Hob about birth control? Is there such a thing in this universe? Because if Hob is getting knotted several times each week for two months, I feel like there may be a whole other reason for them to elope together...... although I do kinda love the idea of Hob showing up to his wedding with his intended alpha, guiltily hiding his tiny bump behind a bouquet of flowers because Dream got him pregnant, oopsie.
Anyway, I love anything with omega Hob and this is no exception!!!! Thank you so so much for sharing it with me!!!!!!
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“Popcorn is an opossum rescued two nights ago in rough shape and really struggling to survive in this weather. Did you know it’s not uncommon for rehabbers to be able to handle and even hold a wild opossum? They are so peaceful and docile in nature and are some of the most amazing creatures we have worked with.
While we are not recommending you attempt to pick up any wild opossum you come across, we would love to spread the true facts about these awesome guys and put a stop to the common misconceptions about them that often result in unnecessary cruelty. Here are just ten amazing facts about opossums you all should know!
1. They're Not Aggressive
Even when confronted with a predator, they will use the infamous "playing possum" technique to appear dead and avoid an actual brawl.They can stay zoned out for hours, emitting a foul odor in order to further keep any bad guys at bay, but they'll never outright attack, even if they're baring their teeth.
2. They Rarely Have Rabies
Unlike most other wild animals, possums are nearly completely immune to contracting rabies or passing it along. This is due to their natural body temperature being too low to maintain hosting the virus.
3. They Kill Thousands Of Ticks
According to stats reported by the National Wildlife Federation, a single possum can potentially eliminate 4,000 ticks in one week thanks to their extreme self-grooming methods (either crushing or consuming the ticks burrowing in their fur).They also aren't susceptible to Lyme disease and therefore can protect humans from contracting it, as they rid an area of the real pests.
4. They Won't Destroy Your Lawn Or Property
Unlike other nocturnal animals creeping around neighborhoods, possums won't destroy your lawn or property. If you happen to see one wander into your garage (a popular spot to see them pop up), and don’t want to share your space, simply leave a door open and remove any food that might have drawn them in. They'll eventually mosey on out without making a fuss.
5. They're True Survivors
They've been around longer than any other mammal. Possums are often called "living fossils" because they've been able to survive on our planet for millions of years — over 70 million, to be exact, which really shows their ability to overcome adversity.
6. They Help With Waste Management
They are not picky eaters. If it's edible, they'll eat it. Including commonly dining on animals struck by vehicles on the road (bones and all), which scientists refer to as "carrion."This basically makes them nature's most efficient waste-management team and cleanup crew.
7. They're The Only Marsupials Indigenous To North America
You have to admit, it would be a shame if Australia were the only home to marsupials! Plus, it makes possums even more of a unique part of our natural environment.
8. They Get Rid Of Garden Pests
They aren’t picky eaters when it comes to troublesome garden pests like slugs, beetles, and cockroaches, but they will leave the flowers or veggies you’re growing undisturbed.
9. They May Be The Key To Battling Venomous Snake Bites
The venom of rattlesnakes, cottonmouths, and other dangerous slithery snakes that might be hiding in your yard has no effect on possums.Researchers have been looking into whether they can find the toxin-neutralizing strain in their blood, which could potentially be used to treat humans who have been struck by poisonous snakes.
10. They're Actually Quite Smart
Possums tested with a higher intelligence than more domestic animals like rabbits, dogs, and cats — particularly when it came to finding good food and remembering exactly where it was to go back for more.”
By Becky Zielinski
ABC Wildlife Rehab, Inc.
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Daisy Jones & The Six Rant
Okay, so pardon anyone who follows me who has not read Daisy Jones & The Six because I am about to do a mini rant
So - I absolutely adored this book, and I've read it multiple times already in the past week, but I feel like I have a controversial opinion regarding Camila
I want to start off by saying I respect the hell out of her for how strongly she wants to protect her kids and care for her kids, she's an amazing mother... but I don't think she was an amazing wife
and I'm not trying to say billy was a good husband, because obviously he was not, he was a shitshow for a while there, which is part of my reasoning - I think their relationship was a tad toxic
take this scene for example: after the almost kiss with Daisy when Billy is remembering when Camila cheated on him with someone from high school, and they just never talked about it
they both claim the foundation of their relationship is trust, and how trust is what makes them strong, but I personally think their definition of "trust" is a little skewed
it's not trust to let your spouse go cheat on you and then just letting them have their "secrets"
Trust is having faith that they wont do things like that to hurt you
Believing that they’ll always choose you and always love you and never betray you like that
They both broke each other’s trust, billy when he cheated on her and when he fell for daisy, and camila when she cheated on him too
None of that is okay, none of that is “trust”, it’s bad to pretend it is
And then this part: when Camila goes and talks to Daisy at the end
She admits fully that billy is in love with daisy
Says it outright
But says that she doesn’t care and that they’re “strong and healthy” marriage is just better than that, not even taking Billy’s feelings into account
Shouldn’t you care that your husband loves someone else? Either for your sake or for his sake?
I would not be okay with it, I would have more self respect, and even if I didn’t I would want him to be happy if I was that in love with him
It’s also just always lumping camila and the kids together, maybe it’s a bit modern of an idea but billy can be an amazing dad and not love camila anymore, daisy can be an amazing step mom and they can all be happy, camila can find someone who actually cares about her the way she wants and not someone who stays with her out of obligation and guilt
And also it’s just very unfair to daisy
All of this is
Especially when camila essentially kicks her out of the band, not considering the fact that that’s really all daisy has, the band is her family
Daisy needed help yes, she needed to get sober, and that kick from camila was very beneficial for her, but it was selfish of camila at the same time
It’s just all very frustrating
and I do believe daisy needed to get sober before she and billy had an actual chance at a healthy relationship, they way she was during the events of the book would be bad for both of them, but that doesn't mean it would never work out
I think understanding is extremely important in a relationship, and daisy and billy understand each other more than camila ever really did; she understood what he was and what he was like, but at the same time didn't you know? idk it's very nuanced
i just don't think camila was right in that situation, and i don't think she should be praised for how she was as a wife - a mother, definitely, she was just doing what she thought was best for her kids, but it also really wasn't you know?
and I'm also not saying billy never loved camila, because he very obviously did, i just don't think it lasted when the strain of touring came along and when daisy came along. After all, I do believe that if you truly loved the first person, you never would've fallen in love with the second
I think Billy loved his kids, and the idea of a fully family, especially because he had no father growing up, i just think that loss is partially what kept him so devoted
anyway 😂 here's Daisy/Billy pictures from the show because i literally cannot wait to see them together
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"Nothing I've ever done for you was a waste."
Pairing : Han Jisung x Single Mother!F!Reader
TW : domestic violence ; abuse ; one singular line that hints at r*pe ; hinting at su*cidal thoughts ; reader is a single mother ; depression ; if there's any that i missed, please let me know!!!!
Word Count : 3.7
Things have never been easy for you. Life was a constant game of give and take it seemed and it was exhausting, it was brutal. Life wasn’t fair to you, and every time you felt like you were just about to see a little bit of light, like the sun was finally about to peek out from behind the clouds, another storm would roll in leaving you in what seemed to be a perpetual darkness that you couldn’t escape from. When would the sun ever shine for you?
You were the single mother of a child from a previous relationship that was far from pretty, you still had the scars as a reminder of everything you went through, but you had something, someone to hold on for, to work hard for. Your son was just three years old, he had been an infant when you had finally escaped, and he truly was the only reason you left. You could take the pain, the physical, emotional, and mental torment from your ex, but you refused to let your son grow up with that kind of life, and you feared that the abuse wouldn’t stop at you, so you ran. You ran to the one person that you felt like you could truly depend on, the only person you could really trust.
“How’s my little quokka junior doing?!” Jisung said as he burst through the door, and even after three years of living with him, three years of him coming home like that, you’d still jump when the spring at the bottom of the door hit the wall, your eyes squeezing shut and your body tensing up for a split second until you let out a breath to calm yourself, to remind yourself that you were fine. “I’m sorry…” He murmured, noticing the way you reacted, biting his bottom lip nervously as he watched your body slowly but surely relax once more. “I really need to stop doing that.”
“No, no, it’s fine…” You whispered, breathing deeply through your nose and letting it out through half parted lips, just like he had told you to do whenever you felt like a panic attack was coming on. “How was work today?” You asked, turning back to the meal that you were preparing, listening to the sound of your son's tiny footsteps running in the direction of the front door to meet Jisung.
The sound of bags dropping to the floor, and then a soft grunt came from where your son had run to, and then his laughter filled the open space of the apartment as Jisungs heavier footsteps brought him closer to you. “It was good. I put in a word for you at the office, they said they’ll look over your resume and everything.” He said cheerfully, but you shook your head, keeping your attention on the vegetables that you were cutting as you mumbled.
“They’re not going to hire me…” You lifted up the cutting board and scraped the veggies into the soup pot. “And you don’t have to try to help me, I’ve been looking. Hyeonju and I will be gone soon.” You were always so defensive, and it wasn’t how you had been before, not when you were younger when you had first met Jisung, but things had changed, and you had changed. “I’m sure I can afford a hotel room or something until-”
He shushed you quietly, rocking back and forth with your son on his hip as he looked at you with pouted lips. “I’m not saying that I want you gone. I don’t want either of you gone… I just know that you miss working. I’m trying to help you because I care about you, and I care about Hyeonji…” He patted your sons back before setting him down on his feet and watching him run back off towards the living room with a smile, a smile that you could only imagine a father would wear when watching their own son.
You shook your head, trying to rid your mind of the thought. “We can’t stay here forever, we’re burdening you and you know that I don’t like that.” You whispered, not wanting your son to hear the angst in your voice, you did your best to hide it from him, you just wanted him to be happy and you hated having to depend on other people to help you give that to him. “I’m failing him as a mother… He’s gonna end up hating me…”
In a second you were pulling into a hug, Jisungs hand brushing over your hair as his other head rubbed circles against your back. “That’s not true, none of it is true, you know that. I’ve told you a million times that you’re not a burden… If you were, I would have helped you find somewhere else to go three years ago… Two years ago… I like having you here, Y/N.” He leaned back, looking you in the eye and smiling sadly when he saw the tears glazing over your irises, reflecting the bright kitchen light back to him. “You’re a great mother, and I don’t want you to think any less of yourself. Hyeunji loves you, he loves you more than anything… Even if he doesn’t understand now, he’ll understand as he gets older that everything you do for him is because you love him… He’d never hate you for that.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, an action that he did constantly, almost habitually, an action that you found no real meaning in other than his hope to console you. “I’m gonna change and wash up, and then I’ll come back out and help you with dinner, okay?”
Jisung had been your friend for as long as you could remember, since grade school, and the two of you had been inseparable ever since. A lot of people thought that the two of you would end up together once you reached high school, but the friendship was so important to you and him, and neither of you wanted to jeopardize that.
When he had gone off to be a trainee, you had continued on with your schooling, graduating and going into college, and that’s where you met your ex fiance, the father of your son. You truly thought that things would be good from there, that your life would only get better, that you’d have the family that you always wanted and your friends by your side. You were sadly mistaken.
Things weren’t too bad in the beginning, at least that’s what most of your friends had told you. Slaps and hits were excused by them as your fiance just loving you so much, and it didn’t make sense then, but you believed it, you wanted to believe them so badly because you wanted that reason… You wanted a reason for what he was doing, you wanted to be able to explain it to yourself. The only person that told you that it wasn’t good, that you should leave him, was Jisung. You should have listened… You wish you would have listened.
The red flags flew high, but you were blinded by tunneled visions of the life that your fiance promised you, lies of love that had you following him like a sheep, lies that led you down the dark path into the darkest point in your life. You didn’t need college, all you needed was him, so you had dropped out in the middle of the semester. You didn’t need friends, and while everyone left you behind like you were nothing, Jisung fought to stay in your life, and your fiance hated him for it, but Jisung also gave him the reason to be worse, and that’s exactly what happened.
Every hit was blamed on you for not getting rid of Jisung, every punch was blamed on Jisung for trying to ruin the “beautiful” relationship that you and your fiance had. Every black eye and busted lip, every bloodied nose, every bruise that painted your body, was blamed on yours and Jisungs friendship. He swore that you were cheating on him, and he’d go about his merciless rampage until you were left cowering on the floor in the nearest corner, and then he’d go just one step further, taking advantage of your weakened state and “proving” to you that you belonged to him and him only. That’s how Hyeonju came to be.
For the longest time you had stopped caring, wishing that one day one of the hits would be fatal, that it would be the end. With each beating, you lost more and more of your will to go on, but when you got pregnant with your son, that will to live came back full force. It wasn’t for you though, it was all for him. Everything you did was for him.
Jisung didn’t know what was going on, not all of it, he didn’t know just how bad things had gotten. You had been so scared to tell him, worried that your fiance would go after him if he ever got involved, but you had needed his help, and he was the only person you could go to. He had dropped everything to come to you, to save you, he was your hero when he didn’t even have to be, he had done everything he could to make sure you were taken care of, to help you through your pregnancy, to make sure you had everything you needed, he was even there when you gave birth. He went above what you had expected him to do as your friend, but he always told you that he didn’t mind, that he’d do anything for you, but over time, the guilt only grew more and more the longer you stayed with him.
“So what did you do today, Hyeunji?” Jisung asked, resting his chin in his hand, smiling down at your son as he ate, listening and nodding along as Hyeunju rambled in baby talk about playing with his toys and watching movies. “Sounds like you had a busy day, didn’t you?” Jisung commented at the end, ruffling your son's hair before turning to you, the smile falling when he saw you absentmindedly stirring your soup, having not even taken a single bite of it yet. “Are you not hungry?”
You shook your head, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek as you watched the vegetables spin around the edge of the bowl. “When did you start calling him that?” You mumbled, hearing Jisungs confused “huh?” from across the table in response. “Hyeunji… When did you start calling him that?” You repeated, trying to remember when it first started, but you couldn’t seem to place a time, it just seemed to always have been what he called him from the beginning.
“I… I don’t know…” He stammered, looking over to your son and then back to you. “He’s just… He’s my Hyeunji. Ya know… Cause I’m sometimes called Hanji… and he’s my Hyeunji…” He explained, and you nodded slowly, the worry setting in the more he spoke. He was getting attached, and you didn’t want that, not for him or for your son who seemed to adore Jisung more and more with each day that passed.
You were terrified of attachment, terrified of dependency, you didn’t want to feel that way, you didn’t want your son to feel that way either. You had been through it before, you hated the feeling of helplessness that came along with being dependent on someone else. “Right…” You mumbled, your appetite completely gone, your stomach now only filled with a ravaging worry that seemed to be eating you. “I’m gonna clean up and get Hyeonju ready for bed… I’m tired.”
He didn’t know what to do, the last thing he wanted you to feel was that you were being pushed or forced to stay with him, but he wanted to help you, he wanted to make you feel safe, like everything was okay, but apparently it wasn’t and he didn’t even know what he was doing wrong. “Are you actually tired or are you just trying to avoid me?” He whispered, keeping his eyes down on his bowl that had already been emptied. You went quiet, completely quiet, your entire body freezing as you stood up from your chair. “What did I do?”
Your head shook quickly, your body quivering from the shaky breaths of held back tears that you didn’t want him or your son to see fall. “Too much… That’s what you’ve done… You’ve just done too much.” You answered quietly, so quietly in fact that he had to lean forward across the table just to hear you better, but your answer was no use in helping him figure out what was wrong, why you were acting the way you were. It only made the questions rack up in his mind. “I’ve got to get him to sleep… I’ll… I’ll clean up when I’m done.” You fumbled over your words as you picked your son up from the booster seat, placing him on your hip and carrying him off toward the bedroom that Jisung had turned from an office into a space for you and Hyeunju to feel at home in. He truly had done too much.
The sound of his chair scraping along the wood floor alerted you that he was following right behind you. “You don’t have to worry about cleaning up… I’ll get it. I just want you to talk to me. You don’t talk to me anymore…” He said, standing beside you as you picked out Hyeunjus pajamas for after his bath. He knew you were using it as a distraction, a way to avoid what he was saying and then you’d slip right by him. He moved to place his hand over yours, but the way you flinched, your entire body molding around Hyeunjus on your other side, it showed just how traumatized you truly were and it broke his heart. “Y/N… I would never… I just want to talk to you…”
The loud gulp that sounded from your throat as you tried to swallow around the lump that was no doubt building there was loud enough for even him to hear. “I know you wouldn’t… It’s just… Habit I guess…” You muttered, holding up a pair of footie pajamas, silently asking your son if he wanted to wear them, and as if he couldn’t feel the tension in the room, a large toothy smile spread across his cheeks as he grabbed the pajamas from your hand and hugged them tightly. “He really needs to be cleaned up and put to bed.”
Jisung nodded, reluctantly agreeing to let it go for now. “Can you come out and just… talk to me… when he’s gone to bed? Please?” It was an effort, he was really trying to make an effort, and you seemed to dodge and deflect all of his questions, all of the initiations he made for conversation. He’d keep trying no matter what, but seeing you spiral, seeing the way you’ve been the last two months, it scared him. He didn’t want to lose you to the negative thoughts that seemed to haunt your mind, and he just wanted to talk, to see if he could help you.
“Sure…” You nodded to emphasize the singular word, assuming that he would just leave the room after the confirmation that you’d be there when you were done, but he took a moment to look at you before turning to your son and brushing his hand over his head, whispering a quiet goodnight to him before walking out. Attachment… you knew it was there, and maybe… maybe the conversation would let you know just how deep it was.
You tiptoed out of the bedroom, shutting the door as quietly as you could before making your way to the kitchen and pausing when you saw it had already been straightened and cleaned. “I told you I’d clean it…” You whispered, looking into the living room to see Han sitting on the couch. The television wasn’t even on, he was just staring forward at the black screen, and you wondered whether he was watching it like a mirror, waiting for your figure to show up in the reflection. “What did you want to talk about?” You asked, leaning against the counter, figuring that it would be easier to have the conversation if you weren’t sitting beside him.
“There’s something wrong, and you’re not telling me…” He began, his body slumping over as he held his face in his hands, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know what to do, or what to think. You won’t even talk to me anymore, and… You always look so sad, so scared… It scares the hell out of me. Are you talking to him again? Did he try to contact you?”
His head lifted and he turned his whole body to look at you over the back of the couch, but your mouth had fallen open as your head shook quickly, blinking rapidly. “No. Why would you even… Why would you think that? Do you really think I’d talk to him again? Why…?” You weren’t really sure what to call whatever it was that you were feeling at the accusation, it was a mixture of disgust, shock, and you felt slightly insulted that he’d even assume such a thing.
“Well what else am I supposed to think? You’ve changed… I’m worried about you. The last time you got like this, it was because of him.” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends before letting his hand fall to his lap with a loud slap. “I care about you, and I care about Hyeunji… And I’m not trying to sound controlling, but I’m not just going to let you go back to that guy.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving your hands into the pockets of the hoodie that you were wearing. “Well you don’t have to worry about me doing that because that’s not even what’s going on right now. Thank you for caring.” You let out a heavy breath followed by a yawn. “If that’s all, I’m gonna head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, Jisung.” You started walking away, but he whispered out for you, pleading with you to stop. “What?” You practically snapped, and you weren’t even sure why. He hadn’t done anything, the only thing he was guilty of was caring too much, and it’s not like that was a crime.
“Tell me what’s bothering you… Let me help. I told you I’d help you, and it’s like… Every time I try to, you get annoyed with me. Can you just tell me why? You used to tell me everything…” His eyes were wide, waiting for your answer, his entire body turned at this point so that he could look at you, kneeling on the couch cushions and his eyes following you as you moved into the living room. You didn’t want to risk Hyeunju waking up from the two of you conversing across two separate rooms.
You dropped down onto the other couch, still not wanting to sit right next to him, at least on another couch you wouldn’t have to face him so closely. “You help too much…” You whispered, and it probably sounded crazy to him. You could only imagine the confusion on his face, luckily you didn’t have to see it, you were too focused on the small fuzz balls that clung to throw pillows. “You’ve given up your home, you’ve given up your own time to try to play father to a child that isn’t even yours. You’ve wasted so much time, money… You’ve wasted your life trying to help me… I’m tired of being a burden to you.”
He had wanted to cut you off as soon as you assumed that he was wasting anything, but he let you continue even though it broke his heart into even tinier pieces the more you spoke. “I wouldn’t have kept you in my own apartment if that were the case. I would have found a place for you and Hyeunji to stay… But I wanted the two of you here.” He got up from his own couch, moving over to yours and sitting beside you, slowly bringing his hand up to wipe away the tears that were trickling down your cheeks. “Look at me…” He urged softly, coaxing your head to turn with his finger placed under your chin, meeting your glassy eyes. “Hey… Nothing I’ve ever done for you was a waste… Nothing I’ve done for Hyeunji was a waste.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, the action had your breath catching in your throat as your eyes widened. “You know why? Because I love you, I’ve always loved you, for forever, and I love Hyeunji… and I’m not playing father to him… I want to be a father to him. I was so excited when you had him… And I don’t care if… If some DNA test says that he’s not mine… That’s my boy, and you’re… You’re my girl. I’d give up everything for the two of you.” He let out a loud sigh, it sounded like relief, like the weight of the world had just rolled off his shoulders now that he had told you. “You don’t have to say anything right now… I know it’s a lot…”
“Why didn’t you say it sooner?” You whispered, your eyebrows furrowing as you dropped your gaze down to your hands that were fiddling on your lap. “Why did you wait until now to tell me?”
He grabbed your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Because I was scared… I was scared that telling you would push you away. You had been through so much and… I just wanted to be there for you, for Hyeunji, and I was just happy to have the two of you here with me, I didn’t want to ruin anything but… But seeing you now, I was more scared of losing you to your own thoughts, I knew I needed to say it… I needed you to know. I love you, Y/N…” He brought your hands up to his lips, kissing along your knuckles before dropping your intertwined hands back down to the space between the two of you. “Get some sleep, alright? I’ll be here in the morning, I’ll always be here for you. Don’t forget that.”
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Double Trouble Yandere!Austin!Elvis and Jesse x Reader Part 2
Summary: Mayhem reigns over the International Hotel as it is the day the Presleys will perform. As changes occur and bonds are formed, secrets threaten to come out.
Warnings: dark content, mentions of misogyny, demonstrations of sexual assault
If you are under 18, do not interact!
Part 1 Part 3
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Your alarm clock was beeping obnoxiously. It was 6 AM and it was time for you to get ready for work. Without opening your eyes, you felt around for your alarm clock and snapped it off. You slowly opened your eyes, and the sun was barely poking through the clouds yet.
As you passed Ada’s room, you saw her sound asleep on her bed, her hair was all over the place and she was snoring softly. She had the day off and you could see she was taking full advantage of it. You smiled, you both worked so hard, it was nice seeing her relax for once. You hopped in the shower, humming to the tune Hound Dog. You stepped out and quickly dried and moisturized yourself. You checked the time and it was 6:15, you had 30 minutes left before the bus came, so you decided to make a cup of coffee and mentally prepare for the day.
Opening the fridge, you saw that there were no eggs, no milk…no nothing. You scoffed, ‘It was definitely Ada’s turn last’, you thought to yourself. You rolled your eyes and drank from the last remaining bits of orange juice left in its carton. Ada came in, yawning, looking like she just got struck by lightning the way her hair stuck up. She opened the fridge and had the same reaction as you, scoffing. “Hell don’t look at me, it was your turn this time,” you said smiling. She rolled her eyes, “Now you know I have the memory of a fish goddamnit, why didn’t you--yawn--remind me?” She said. “Because I was wondering when this fish was gonna grow up and take some responsibility. But now that it’s your day off, you have more than enough time to get the stuff.” She pouted like a five-year-old. You ruffled her hair upon heading out, “Bye Ladybug,” you said, she sighed, “Bye Butterfly”. You finished the drink in a final swig and dropped it in the waste bin, “Oh yeah, we’re gonna need more juice”.
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Tonight was their first performance, and since this was a major one, you’d be put in a new assignment for the rest of the 6 weeks that they’d be staying.
“You want me to WHAT?!” you screeched to your manager. He had pulled you into one of the empty dressing rooms, telling you that your new temporary assignment would be on drink server duty. “We’re short-staffed in that area today, everyone’s been calling off and I know it’s to try and see the show tonight.” You huffed, “Can’t I just clean? Or can’t you have one of the boys do it, you know how the people treat the help up there.” you reasoned. You weren’t wrong, you heard the stories from some current employees and some former ones; the groping, the grabbing, it was all just too much.
You remembered a time when you first started, and when you almost volunteered to be a drink server. “Reporting it to HR never does anything,” said one of your coworkers. “You really think they’re gonna take a politician or rich businessman to court over your discomfort? Once you and the next guy match each other’s goodies in the groin area, maybe then they’ll give a fuck. It’ll be a cold day in hell before they stick up for us.” she shivered after taking a long drag of her cigarette.
You blinked the memory away. “It’s either that y/n or I dock your pay for the next 6 weeks.” that caught your attention quickly. You looked up at him, “Wait…I’ll do it then.” you whispered that last part., your manager held up a sinister grin. He slowly moved towards you, like a predator stalking his prey, “I just don’t know how you do it, you’re getting shit pay and you haven’t even tried to convince me to give you a raise.” he stroked a hair out of your face. You tried jerking your head back but he wrapped a hand around your neck and arm, making you whimper. He leaned down closer to you, “Maybe you just need a bit of…motivation…” he leaned in closer and closer, but before his lips could collide with your own, your manager’s name was called.
He muttered something under his breath before walking towards the (to your new knowledge, locked) door. For tonight, be at the bar by 6:45 sharp. You’ll be on drink server duty.” You let go of a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Not only did you feel disrespected, but you felt disgusted. Your manager had been sexually assaulting you for weeks now, you were able to evade his advances but it’s been getting harder and he’s gotten more…physical. You ried shaking it off, trying not to let the words of your mother get to you.
‘I just don’t understand why you can’t just meet a nice man and settle down.’ She would fuss about your dreams of going to college as well as leaving Chicago. ‘How would you have the time to cook for your husband if you’re out studying? Medical School is not easy, nor is it short. With the years it takes you to graduate you may never get married in time!’
Before you had left Chicago, she tried to persuade you and (sometimes Ada) to stay back, she would show you job postings in the newspapers looking for secretaries and personal assistants and nurses.
Had you made a mistake? Was she right? You didn’t even know anymore. Every time you took two steps forward into following your dream, the universe pushed you 5 steps backward. When you would try to travel for casting calls, the bus wouldn’t come in time or you were always short on cash. You huffed, gathering your thoughts, ‘There’s only one way and that’s up from here, patience is the key to all opportunity’. Those were the words your uncle always said to you, bless his heart he was watching over you and protecting you from above right now.
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The hotel/casino area and the showroom/backstage area seemed to be polar opposites during certain times of the day. In the morning, the showroom/backstage area was fine, this made your job relatively easy. When it was close to showtime, though, that’s when it was an utter nightmare. Everyone runs around with their heads cut off and managers are in a pissy mood, watching everyone like a hawk to make sure they don’t fuck up. Hotels in the morning, though, were 10 times worse during the day. Especially with the Presley’s arrival, people from all 4 corners of the country were traveling to come and see them. When you went to the hotel area, the lobby was filled with tourists, people with obnoxiously overpacked bags, lots of chatter…and worst of all: crying children.
You sighed to yourself, “This is going to be a long day.”
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“We need you up in room service, there's a uniform and lock for ya right there. Bathroom’s round the corner and the lock has the locker number on it. The lock’s code is 11-0-8, I’ll wait for ya right here but I will say get a move on with it.” You nodded your head, took the items, and changed quickly. You examined yourself in the nearby mirror, the ‘uniform’ was a very short black dress with an apron. You stuffed your showroom uniform in the locker and made it back to the assistant manager. He guided you to a room next to the kitchen and gave you a mini crash course on what to do before leaving.
The kitchen pulled out food and handed it to you on a rolling tray. Attached to the lid was the room number along with what they ordered. Room 955, it read. You rolled the tray to the lift and pressed the up button, as you stepped in, you looked for the 900 button and clicked it. Inside during the lift up, your heard Elvis and Jessie singing in the background through the elevator speaker connected to the radio. You rolled all the way to the right side, looking for the room. When you found it, you knocked three times, hearing voices in the background. You waited patiently until the thought suddenly hit you like a truck:
You were at the top floor…
…you were in the suites…
…the EXECUTIVE SUITES…
The most expensive rooms were upstairs, which means you had a good chance of seeing--
“Hey y’all, room service is here!” One of the members of the Memphis Mafia said. He had dark brown hair and he wore shades.
Like you said, it was a possibility they’d be in this room, not a certainty.
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The room was surprisingly dim, all of the curtains were closed shut and peaks of sunlight came through, illuminating the room in different areas.
You wheeled the rolling tray in, getting a better view of your surroundings. You saw a ring, dancing in the small speckles of sunlight, but their back was facing you. “Hey JP you want some food?” The man sitting down faced your direction, and even though there was little to no light shining in the room, you could have sworn that his face brightened up. “Y/n!” He got up quickly, rushing to the table. “Hello Mr. Presley,” you said shyly scratching the back of your neck. You honestly weren’t expecting him to remember your name. “JP! Is that food up here yet?” Elvis yelled from the bathroom, “Yeah! Come quick before I eat yours!” seconds later, Elvis ran out with his towel barely around his waist and a comb. “Don’t touch my food goddamnit,” he said with a smirk on his face. The whole room erupted in laughter and you tried to look every where but at Elvis.
He was still dripping from head to toe, and with his towel loosely wrapped on his waist. His eyes finally landed on you and he swallowed hard, “Y/n…” he mumbled, he looked down at his towel and then scrambled, “Oh shit, y/n!” he said and ran to his closet. You remembered you were still wearing the short dress and apron. He came back in a robe and you greeted him, “Hello Mr. Presley. I brought you guys your room service.”.
They both laughed, “You don’t have to call me that,” they said at the same time.
You giggle a little at their twin moment.
Unbeknownst to you, your giggle could light a fire in their hearts.
“I didn’t know you worked room service as well,” Elvis started, “bet you’d give me diabetes from bein the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen”. He said, winking. You were flattered by his words, “Oh stop it, you must say that to all the pretty girls,” you shook your head. “Not as pretty as you.” Jessie stated with pure sincerity. You smiled at them, they were really nice, “Thank you. I should get going, I have more food to deliver.”.
“W-wait,” Elvis said as you were heading out, “this mean you’re not gonna be working the showroom tonight?” He asked with big puppy eyes. You shook you’re head, “I still am, they just switched me to room service for a few hours. I’ll be serving drinks tonight and cleaning the dressing rooms.”. He nodded his head and sighed, “Okay, you get to see my cool new dance moves!” Elvis exclaimed. You giggled, “I can’t wait to see it! I’ll see you tonight.” and with that, you headed out the door with your tray.
On your way down the stairs, the hotel manager approached you, “By the request of the Presleys, you’ll be their personal help.” you scrunched your nose, “Wait, why?” he shrugged, “They said you had good customer services skills and won’t take anybody else.” you just hummed in response. He was scribbling away on his clipboard, “That means no mistakes coming from you young lady, I expect their food to be received in a timely matter,” he pointed to a red telephone, “if that phone rings, only you or myself can pick it up.” You nodded and he continued to walk away.
The phone rang after a few minutes and you waited a bit before picking up, “International Hotel, how may I help you?” “Y/n,” you heard one of the Presleys, “Could you please bring us some water? We need about 7.”
“No problem, I’ll be right up there,”
“Thank you.”. You hung up the phone and headed to the kitchen to get the water.
You made your way back up, humming some tune. You knocked on the door and Elvis opened it, he flashed a picture-perfect smile that made all of the girls swoon, and took the bottles from you. “You saved my life, y/n,” he said breathlessly, you smiled, “Aww Elvis you’re so nice.”
The way you said his name made him feel like he died and came back to life just by the sound of your voice. Your voice as smooth as silk put him in a state of blissful pleasure.
“I heard you told the manager that you wanted me as y’all personal help today?”
He scratched the back of his head, “Guilty as charged. It just eliminates all of the starstruck fans from coming up in here.”. You nodded, ‘Well I guess that makes sense’, you thought to yourself. He leaned to the side, “Well since you’re ours, might as well come inside. You can meet the notorious Memphis Mafia when they come back upstairs.” He put his hand on the small of your back and led you inside the dim lit room.
“This is cousin Billy.” A younger looking boy looked up from his book and smiled at you, you waved back with a smile. “And this is Jerry,” the man that you saw in the alleyway last night looked up at you from a newspaper with the Presleys on the front. He nodded your way, “Pleasure to meet you. You always hiding out in alleyways?”
You froze, so he did notice you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to intrude, I was just trying to take my break—” “Lay off Jerry,” Elvis glared, he looked your way and his gaze softened, “Give him some time he doesn’t trust new people.”
You nodded your head. When Jesse entered the room, he stood up and smiled at you. “You’re back,” he exhaled, pulling you in for a hug.
‘They’re really friendly’, you thought to yourself, his expensive cologne smelt like a mixture of expensive taste and firewood. “Now don’t just hog her to yourself now,” Elvis said, dragging you back to him. Pain shot through your arm, “Ow,” you quietly winced. You remembered how your boss had grabbed you this morning, you knew his grip was tight but you didn’t think it would bruise so quick.
Elvis froze,
“Did I hurt you, y/n? I didn’t mean to.” Jessie held your arm and looked at Elvis. “It’s fine, really. I hit the door last night before clocking in.” You stammered. Watching them communicate without words, Elvis went to the wall and flicked on the light. Instinctively, you covered your arm. No one knew what your manager did to you, not even Ada, there were enough things for her to worry about. The light turned on and you shut your eyes, adjusting to the light. After opening your eyes, everyone else was on you, even Cousin Billy and Jerry. You looked at Elvis and he looked like he had witnessed his mother get slapped, to say he looked pissed was an understatement, Jesse’s face matched his own ( oh wow how ironic).
“Y/n,” Elvis breathed shakily, “Who…did this to you?” Jesse finished off. You looked down, and you wondered how they saw the arm bruise, until you remembered…
…your neck.
“I fell…” you didn’t know what else to say. Elvis’ eyes darkened, “Don’t lie to me y/n…what happened?” He was demanding it now. Elvis’s body burned with ferocity, if looks could kill you’d be 6 feet under. You started shaking, “We don’t like asking again, y/n.” Jesse said sternly, you let out a shaky breath. You dropped your arm and you could hear them gasp. You looked down, ashamed, “M-my manager would…touch me a-and try to do things with me. He’s been getting more physical and it happened again this morning.”.
A tear escaped your eye, and then another one, and another one. You were a bit embarrassed, you didn’t really like letting people see you cry. Jessie embraced you, and you leaned into his frame as he consoled you. Elvis began paving around, breathing heavy, “We’ll fix this,” Jesse said, “y/n, what’s your manager’s name?” “Michael Sherwin.” Elvis turned to Jerry, “Jerry, you know what to do.”
If you weren’t being hugged by Jesse, you would have seen the sinister grin the twins gave each other.
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Jerry had stepped out of the room to go God knows where, doing God knows what.You scrunched your nose in confusion,”Why did you need my manager’s name?” Jesse stared at you in adoration, bopping your nose, “Don't you worry your pretty little head about that.”
In the meantime, the Memphis Mafia members were back and you got to meet all of them. After about an hour or so, they brought you out of your comfort zone and you all were joking around like you all have been friends for years. After about an hour or so, Jerry came back, even he let loose and you actually got to know him, he’s not so bad. You were enjoying yourself, until you covered your mouth to yawn. It didn’t go unnoticed, “Do you need to rest?” Elvis whispered, you nodded tiredly.
The rest of the time, they let you rest, which was much needed. Since you were in Jesse’s room, he let you lay on his bed, but not before a 10 minute argument between the two occurred on whose bed was better for you to rest in. While you got comfortable, a man dressed as a doctor came in, giving the boys their meds. You heard mumbles of how tired somebody was and someone just wanting a break, but you couldn’t concentrate. As soon as your bed hit the pillow, you were out like a light.
Tags: @venus-haze
#baz lurhman elvis#yandere!elvis x reader#yandere elvis#elvis x reader#elvis movie#austin!elvis x reader#yandere
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Chapter 30 ohhh my gosh
1. Violet drinking tea with Garrick and Liam while she's wrapped up in a blanket, them taking care of her without any mention of it. Those are people who care about her 🥺. And the library talk with Liam, pointing out that Liam would change things, and why Xaden *can't* want that. Violet is being shown pieces of Xaden that he doesn't want to show her himself.
2. Violet did not come to play games, she saw a cat fight coming and verbally stabbed it instead. I do feel bad for the fliers, their only hope of help *can't* help them right now. And Syrena reminding Violet of Mira made me grab at my heart and weep. Speaking of weeping, tho-
3. THE SQUAD IS MAD AT LIAM 😭😭😭. I was not ready to see him get iced at by them, I knew Violet was mad at him, but she warmed back up-ish to him, so I was hoping he would be okay 😭😭. The squad puts Violet above Liam, because she's actually been part of the squad and isn't a forced add on a year late, but still. I hope they let him in soon, my Sad Liam/ Hurt Liam tolerance is very low.
4. Wards time? Heist time? Hell yeah, Cam knows what's up. I'm very affraid of it going south, like in canon, but also I love trauma bonded characters 😌. I liked how you showed that Cam and Violet knew eachother growing up, even if they are now distant. I look forward to seeing more of him, I have to admit I am fond of Cam as a character.
5. Oh Xaden, he's been left scrambling. He can't be open with all his secrets, he's a king! But also Violet is his queen now, so he's gonna need to learn to share things that might not seem critical to share. I love seeing him face the consequences of his actions, he's earned this suffering, but I want to see him fight for what he wants now. Meet Violets terms and let her know that she is a priority, and not just for Tairn and her lightning. Violet doesn't believe hints when it comes to people liking her, they either say it up front or she doubts!
I loved this chapter, and I can feel plots starting up, and whew I am so ready. (And by so ready I mean *not ready* but very excited cause I love your work 😌) ❤❤❤❤❤
Thank you so much!!! 🥰🥰
I love writing all of Violet’s various friendships. Liam and Garrick are both little shits in their own way and Garrick is willing to go down swinging for Xaden so he’s like “please put my bestie out of his misery” and Violet is going “lol no thanks, stay out of my marriage” and they’re just very fun
And the squad is SO protective of Violet. They’ll make sure she’s taken care of and defended if it’s the last thing they do
This is a “fuck Cat” household. Syrena can stay tho
The wards!!! The journals!! The secrets!!! Cam!!! So many things. I’m going to make my love of Cam everyone’s problem
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What are their thoughts about marriage and kids?
I’m assuming you mean the ROs here.
Kieran: Would love to marry and start a family. They had grown up reading fairytale romances and adventures and dreamed of that as a kid, but now that they’re older and a crown royal, they are a bit disillusioned with the idea knowing they’ll be married off for political ties rather than for love. They like kids, though, and miss when their sister Alektis was little.
Aurynn: Would like to marry, but doesn’t believe anyone would ever want to marry him. He’s cool with other people’s kids but he’d be pretty nervous about having his own as he doesn’t believe he’d make a great father due to his upbringing. He wouldn’t be completely opposed to having kids, but he’d need a lot of reassurance and time to adjust. If his partner didn’t want kids, he’d be totally fine with that.
Samira: Would love to start a family as she cares deeply for her family and would love to grow it. However, she has a lot of guilt surrounding something she’s done and fears that her family by association with her will be denied a place in Theia’s Hall—part of the afterlife. She’s got some religious trauma and would be scared to marry or have kids because she doesn’t want to deny them a place in the afterlife.
Nihm: They like the idea of a simple domestic life, but wouldn’t want to leave Celestyl to marry as they want to stay close to Alektis as her retainer. Wants to one day marry and have kids, but they are hesitant to do so anytime soon because they have been experiencing something strange and are beginning to fear that they are dangerous to the people around them.
Lucien/Lilith: Hasn’t put much thought into either as they don’t believe they deserve to marry or have kids, and wouldn’t dare do so at least until they can sort out a personal issue as they’d be putting their family in danger, but they don’t see how that could ever be possible, so while they may flirt they’ve resigned themselves to be alone. They aren’t super comfortable with kids, but don’t dislike them. They’d probably prefer not to have them though.
#stygian sun total eclipse#stygian sun: total eclipse#anon ask#sste asks#sste: aurynn#sste: kieran#sste: samira#sste: lilith#sste: lucien#sste: nihm
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Wisdom of Vulpes Zerda’s.
(Part 2. For not writing <3)
(Fluff, Inspired by someone who had this thing of Y/N observing Tighnari. If too similar or is requested to be taken down by author, I shall allow this to be taken down.)
A sketch of a fennec fox constellation adorned the first page. With little flowers and random doodles everywhere. It’s continents on his kinds behavior on certain pages stated. The book was indeed very colorful and unique.
Fennec Fox Body Language
The fennec foxes body has a medium build. Similar to majority of animals. A big and bushy tail at the end of their body, with long ears growing up to 6inches for the species. Apparently very linger for hybrids. Highest known length is unknown.
The fennec foxes ears serve as a way of communication like majority of species. It can describe many feelings of one. It can
also help fennec foxes regulate body heat.
Fennec Fox Ear Signals.
1. Relaxed: Ears tall or regular position. It can also be a sign of content.
2. Tense/Alert: Ears tall, twitching slightly. Trying to locate any threats.
3. Affection: Ears lowered by a lot. Or is either in the state of content / relaxed.
4. ??? Need to research more ear movements…
Fennec Fox Body Language
The foxes tail can also signal the same expressions with ease. It can be more expressive than ears at times.
1. Happy: Swaying in any direction, depending on the range of the speed it can signal more. Such as ecstatically means they’re overjoyed. Slower could mean they’re content / relaxed.
2. Curious: Same as happy slightly. They’ll sway their tail a few times, the end flicking around. Shows a sign of wonder and curiosity.
3. Tense/Alert: Tail is stiff, could symbolize it engaging in combat. Tail can also move but it’s slow. Tail might stay in the teardrop position(if tail is bigger on the start or end) Or like a line. (Stiff)
Unfinished Journal Entry… Needs completion, and more research.
Diet: Foxes usually eat berries and/or other plants and are omnivores. They can also eat Deer and Elk or more foods. Such as rabbits or hares. Tighnari likes mushrooms… Need confirmation if other species go fox consider it food.
Tighnaris passions:
Likes: Flora, Forests, Ecosystems, Research, Work, Relaxation, Bonding, Mushrooms, healing, Nature, Me ofc <3 (and friends and family and collei!!)
Dislikes: Lummoxes…? (Mindless adventurers, annoying people, rudeness.), deforestation, habitat loss, critical danger species, extinction. The sages. Cynos jokes.
Tighnaris Behavior: It can depend on his current mood by something affecting it. Such as colleis elezaer gone and cynos jokes…
Sassy is usually for when he’s annoyed or feeling slightly playful. Usually the first option.
Relaxed/Comfortable is when he’s doing his passions. Or in other words his Likes.
Tense or alert is for situations that are concerning. Maybe engaging combat is a good example.
Hmm… I need more research. But sketches are good.
You doodles a few drawings closing the book and placing it in the shelf/cabinet/closet etc idk-)
(I rlly don’t plan to finish this part haha…-)
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#tighnari x reader#genshin tighnari#tighnari fluff#tighnari#tighnari x you
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please read my fic about wanting to kiss someone in the dark. g rated. <2k (i think)
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A sliver of moonlight creeps its way through the gap where the curtains aren’t quite pulled to; it’ll annoy Mike in the morning, the mid-morning sun waking him too early, never allowing him the eight hours of sleep a growing boy needs. Still, he won’t check that they’re completely shut tomorrow night, and when they’re not, he’ll once again watch Will's face — cut through with silver — shift in the shadows.
He’s awake now, whispering about a new campaign idea he has. They do this when they know they should be sleeping. Pretend everything’s normal, that tomorrow they’ll get up, get ready for school and afterwards do whatever it is normal sixteen-year-old boys do: play video games, watch movies, shoplift dirty magazines from the top shelf of the magazine section at Mr. Finchley’s general store. The world hasn’t ended and they’re having a normal sleepover at Mike’s house, same as they always did when they were younger.
“I think there should be a dragon in the crystal cave,” says Mike after Will’s finished explaining parts of a particularly arduous-sounding dungeon crawl.
Will gives him a withering look as best he can in the darkness, one that say of course there’s going to be a dragon in the crystal cave. What do you take me for? Then he laughs at his own attempt at admonishment. Realises he’s being too loud, clamps a hand over his mouth, because even though they’re not ordinary sixteen-year-old boys and the world did end, Mike’s mother still won’t tolerate them being up and giggling in the early hours. If they get caught again, Will’s going to be back in the basement with his brother; an arrangement a sum total of eighty percent of the house’s dependant population would object to.
Maybe she’s right, it’s almost two AM and Mike’s head aches behind the eyes, a persistent strain that begs them to close. Just for a moment, just for a short rest. He doesn’t want to sleep, though; with Will under the cloak of darkness is the only time he feels like the world is still orbiting the sun and not hurtling through space in a direct line to a black hole.
Will drops his hand onto the mattress between them, landing curled somewhere near his chin. Mike’s own hand twitches with the urge to reach out. He doesn’t. He doesn’t push down the thought, either. Hasn’t for a while. Let’s himself indulge in the fantasy of it for a moment. Fingers brushing, the electricity of skin-on-skin, trailing over the knobbly bones of his wrist. His heart barely even picks up speed at the idea anymore, used to the wanting. The way he feels is so much less dangerous here. He’s shrouded, obscured. His emotions become grayscale at night, blending into his bedsheets, the only technicolour provided by the moonlight that cuts Will’s face in two.
It’s all there in the places where he’s illuminated. The shine of one eye, over the bridge of his nose, down to the curved corner of his still smiling mouth, the one underneath the mole. It’s barely concealed everywhere he’s not. Across his jawline, his throat, his broad shoulders. His hands, his hands, his hands.
Will’s quiet; must notice that Mike’s somewhere else, with someone else. A version of Will that doesn’t shy away when Mike tries to touch him, returns every affection with his own. Mike wonders, sometimes, if he could. If maybe when they stop talking and stay awake, watching each other for too long to be an accident, that Will experiences any of the reverence Mike does. If he, too, considers shuffling an inch, two, closer; their breaths mingling, a barely noticeable heat radiating off their skin. An invitation where the R.S.V.P. is to do the same.
Neither move, settled into something so fragile that any shift could break it. Mike’s gaze flicks down to where Will’s hand still lay, mapping out the rise and fall of his barely visible knuckles. He could. What was stopping him? Rejection? The world outside his bedroom window rained hellfire three times a week, it chased them down with bared teeth and elongated claws, it didn’t let them breath most days. Every day, month, week survived more of a miracle than the last. And Mike was worried about being embarrassed, worst of all feelings but still better than dead. Better than dying without knowing. If he dies without knowing, then what was the point of any of it?
He shifts a hand up slowly, like Will is a skittish animal that could startle at any sign of movement, doesn’t stop until it sits parallel to Will’s, four inches apart. It wouldn’t take much. Less than a second. Easier said. There’s a glacier between them, a gulf, a canyon. Light years upon light years, and an entire eternity. Mike wants to skip to the end of the chapter, see how it ends without having to get there. Wants to know if the final reprise is joyous or melancholy.
Will doesn’t retreat like Mike fears he might, doesn’t back up to the edge of the bed. He wouldn’t anyway; these days Will’s a restless sleeper, tossing and turning even on nights where the nightmares don’t take hold and wouldn’t risk hurtling off the side. If it were anyone else, Mike thinks, it would be annoying, but with Will, it just means he’s alive, safe in the confines of Mike’s childhood bedroom. As long as the posters hung on the walls and the last remnants of his toy collection sat gathering dust on the shelves, they’d never have to grow up. They could stay untouched by time, unharmed by what the future might bring.
Mike has long since realised it’s already too late for either of them. Will had never had the privilege of naïvety and Mike had seen too many bodies for childhood to be anything more than a nebulous concept that they clung to nonetheless. As if all the joys and simplicities of youth were stored on a game cartridge ready to be slotted in, a cheery 8-bit soundtrack playing in the background, overwriting the trauma of the real world.
“How does it end?” Asks Mike, so quiet he’s worried that Will doesn’t hear him properly. “The campaign?”
Will smiles, softly. “Secret,” he whispers back.
Mike could push it; he’d relent if he did, always does, but really, Mike doesn’t want to talk anymore. Too tired to say anything meaningful or interesting, too scared to simply be honest. Not in words, intangible things. Words can be scattered to the winds, ephemeral then lost forever. He wants to kiss him.
The thought is easy now. The first time the notion had come to him, unbidden and uninvited, he’d gone outside and put his fist to a brick wall. The wall had remained unharmed, but Mike’s knuckles had required some explaining when he got home. He doesn’t remember whatever lie he’d come up with, just his father commenting that it was lucky he wasn’t strong enough to break a bone. Despite the still stinging split skin, he’d wanted to punch him too.
Eventually, the rage had died down, though not before countless nights of waiting for Will to finally, mercifully fall asleep so he could scream silently into his pillow. His anger was as useless as his fear. It made even less sense in the grand scheme of everything. He’d let that one go, taken away by the storms and ravaging beasts.
He closes the gap half way, another two inches gone. Two to go. He gauges Will’s reaction; he’s watching the point where their fingers are closest, doesn’t take his eyes off it even when Mike takes a deep breath. With little more than a shift, he runs the back of his forefinger over Will’s knuckles, slowly, up and down between the ridges. Will’s so still that Mike isn’t even sure that he’s breathing. Maybe he isn’t, neither is Mike.
He wonders for a moment if he should stop, turn over and pretend he didn’t do anything; in the morning he could let Will think he’d dreamt it. Maybe that’s what Will wants. Maybe his stillness is cold and horrified and it’s only in his shock that he can’t pull away.
But then he uncurls his hand and turns it over so the palm faces upwards, somewhere new for Mike’s fingers to explore. He does. Runs them over Will’s own, calloused, slightly shaking. He traces the lines on his palm, tries to remember what they’re supposed to mean; heart line, head line, life line. He wishes he knew how to read them, wants to see if he can find himself there. He finds the pulse point in Will’s wrist, revels in how fast it is. This here feels dangerous. He’s hurtling towards a point where plausible deniability is no longer an option; that point is crossed half way up Will’s forearm.
At this point Will starts to breath again, his breath heavy enough that Mike can feel it, warming his face like a summer breeze. If it’s stale, he doesn’t notice, doesn’t think he’d care if he did. He finds another pulse point, the one at Will’s jugular, presses into it, counts the beats for tens seconds and multiplies by six. One-twenty or thereabouts.
“One hundred and twenty B-P-M,” he says.
Will doesn’t respond. Instead, he raises his tormenting hand, presses two fingers to the inside of Mike’s wrist. Fifteen seconds pass.
“One-oh-eight.”
“Damn, you beat me.”
Will laughs softly, dropping his hand. Mike doesn’t drop his. His fingers continue on their journey, although there isn’t much further they can go without retracing their steps and taking a different path altogether. They brush Will’s hair out of his eyes but it just falls back so he leaves them lingering at the crest if his cheekbone where the strip of light is brightest, a glowing whisper of a touch. His pale skin is stark white in the moonlight. He stays there, nowhere else to go.
“Mike?”
“Hmm?” Replies Mike, suddenly worried that he’s made a mistake, that Will’s only just realised what he was letting happen. He should pull away, he thinks. Turn over and go to sleep or at least wait and see if Will will do anything in response. He doesn’t, too caught up in the closeness. If he pulled away now and Will didn’t bring him back, that would be it. He wouldn’t try again.
Will’s eyes are wide and shining, his lips parted in a ghost of a reply as if the words won’t come to life on his tongue. When they do, Mike is struck still. “Why aren’t you kissing me?” He’s too sincere when he asks it, no hint of flirtation, like the fact that Mike hasn’t kissed him yet is of his own doing, a punishment for his wrongdoings whatever they might be. He doesn’t understand that kissing him is all Mike’s wanted to do for months and faced with the very real prospect, he doesn’t want to mess it up.
“Do you want me to?”
“Will you? If I say yes?”
“Only if you say yes.”
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches up and places his fingers over Mike’s, intwines them.
“That’s not an answer,” says Mike. It's childish and stupid and refuses to take action. But Mike's always been a coward when it comes to Will, and even if he can force himself through that cowardice to make the first move, he can't follow through.
Maybe Will's a coward, too, if he's wanted Mike even half as long as Mike has wanted him, night after night keeping up the pretense of simple platonic companionship, nothing more than the continuation of a childhood friendship that they'd worked so hard to re-establish, nurtured it until it bloomed more lustrous than ever. Filling the silence with anything to distract them from the things that the wish the other already knew.
Will's lips part, allowing the moonlight to spill into his mouth and the word that comes out is celestial. “Yes.”
#this is both too short and too boring to justify posting on ao3 but theres some nice lines so im putting it here#the end is sooo cheesy i made myself cringe lmao#but its been sat in my drafts for 2 months and i want it GONE#byler#byler fanfic#mywriting
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Personalization Prompt #1 – Eternitas
So, I used the first personalization prompt here for the lovely and incredibly supportive Lou over @eternitas! They’re an amazing person overall and I really cannot state enough how much their support and encouragement means for this blog 😊 I hope they’ll enjoy this prompt, done for the Katekyo Hitman Reborn universe!
Siblings: So, it’s definitely not a sibling but I’m going into this little fantasy and all these thoughts about your life inside the KHR universe with the basis of you being Brabanter’s grandchild, actually. Because of this, you’ve sort of known about the Vongola all your life and it’s how you really end up meeting most of the character’s initially.
Best friend: Tsuna, Shitt P., Kikyo, Chrome
Frenemies/Enemies: Belphegor, Chikusa, Mochida, Bluebell
Crushes on You: Fran and Lambo both had huge crushes on you at some point during their childhood/early teen years that they eventually do grow out of.
First Romantic Relationship: Honestly, I see it being with Yamamoto. He’d had a slight crush on you for a little bit during his high school years, you thought you might like him as well. Though the relationship was very short-lived and didn’t work out, the two of you remain close friends.
Lost Virginity To: Gokudera
Married/In A Committed Relationship With: Of course, is it any surprise that I’m putting Gokudera here? While you do end up dating other people besides him before getting into that committed and long-lasting relationship, he’s who you ultimately end up getting and staying together with.
Cockblocked by: Oh, pretty much every member of the Vongola Family at some point, Bianchi a lot, Reborn a fair bit, and sometimes even by Gokudera himself because he’ll have a sudden burst of inspiration in his head because you’ve gotten him into such a relaxed frame of mind that he was able to properly think and now must speed off before he loses that inspiration.
Affiliation: You’re part of the Vongola family, a member of Vongola Decimo’s generation and family.
Special Abilities: While the former Rain Guardian Brabanter is your grandfather on the paternal side, you take more after the maternal side of your family who are all Lightning Flame holders. I do see you having a very strong Lightning Flame, with a much weaker Rain Flame attribute that you can eventually use after a lot of training, like at least several years’ worth. You tend to use the Rain Flame defensively and the Lightning Flame offensively when you do come to master the use of both flame types.
5 Headcanons About Your Life:
You might be a non-combative member of the Vongola during your childhood, but you are still a member of the Vongola and when you find out that the new Vongola boss to be is a kid around your age, you beg permission to go and meet him. When you do, you end up getting along surprisingly well with him and his friend group and because of that, you chose to stay in Japan and with them. Your parents rent you an apartment in Namimori and you speak to them, other members of your family, and your friends left behind, on the phone or via video call fairly regularly.
Namimori’s drama club was on the verge of being shut down because of lack of members when you arrived at the school. Not only did you join and save the club from being disbanded, but your obvious love for theatre and acting and your dedication to it does inspire some other new members to join. Throughout your school life, you and the club put on at least twice-yearly performances and theatre continues to be something you pursue even after you finish high school. Tsuna and all of the family members, plus your friends from the other families are in attendance to as many of your shows as they possibly can be. Reborn’s drilled it into the boys that flowers should be given to any actor before a performance so all the boys chip into to decide on a bouquet and Tsuna always presents them to you backstage either before or after the performance, depending on when he can get there.
You’re pretty good with kids and do help Kyoko and Haru out with the childcare rather often. The boys can sometimes take advantage of the fact you seem to be able to distract the more troublesome kids to stick you with Lambo a lot of the time so you and Lambo become really close, to the point where he refers to you as his older sibling and wants you and Tsuna to be the ones to walk him to school on the first day every year.
You have only gotten in trouble with the Disciplinary Committee once in all your years being in Namimori and you still thank your lucky stars it was with one of the lower ranking members and not Hibari himself, because the lower ranking member just figured your friends would beat him up if he beat you up, so you escaped unharmed in any way. If it was Hibari, you know very well you would have gotten a fair bit more violence, haha.
Colonello and Lal are both the Arcobaleno’s who tend to favour you the most due to your personality and attitude and both have offered you little training sessions with them here and there.
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