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privitivium · 4 months

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:3 in a suit returns with a new contract!:D and a new suit!!:DD good sir, your last contract worked out beautifully and i reawwy enjoyed it!!! now, i have a new contract!!!!:DDD ahem, dis time, allow me to introduce you to... da-da-da!!!!! afab working husband and househusband reader!!!!!! allow me to explain the details of this brand new contract, good sir:DDDD so, reader is a sweet, yet large househusband (who just so happens to be a service\subtop) ((are you sensing a pattern with my asks?(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) )) and reader has a lovely, hard working husband who just came home from a long, annoying day of work!!!!!!!:< so, he uses the readers entire body as his own personal toy to get rid of the stress and anger! (((with consent of course!!!!!!!!))) so, good sir, what do you think??:DDDDD

:3 in a suit ((((2.0 edition:0))))

-also, i enjoyed the lil macaroni signature!!!!!!!!!<3

god ur contracts are my favorite. i sign this with warm glass of milk. <3

i'll keep this in mind if there's a next time that you request to about enmu/character;; ill write them as an afab m unless u specify otherwise :333 ㅡ slightly diff writing style, proper capitalization for this one. Ahemhrm.. sorry for any mistakes!!!!

workhusband domtop afab m x househusband subtop amab m

After fulfilling your duties of housework and grocery shopping, you spend the rest of your day baking… around four, you begin working on dinner when an alarm rings from your phone; indicating that your darling husband is on his way home… he hasn't texted you all day today, leaving you just a bit worried.. he usually does every hour, but you shouldn't be too concerned as he does get busy… you can't blame him if he doesn't respond quickly-! You berate yourself with a soft huff, shuffling around the kitchen fluidly in nothing but black thigh highs with little white bows, paired with pink sheer lace underwear that showed off the print of your soft cock,,, and a frilly, lacy pink apron tied around your waist and neck. Pink and black are your husband’s favorite colorsㅡobviously you were gonna flaunt them with pride even in the comfort of your home! It was like a sign of ownership to you…

Interrupting your train of thought of debating which confection would taste better with certain drinks as you stir a glass bowl of brownie batterㅡthe lovely sound of the front door's lock clicking - y-your husband! Home… your hands tremble as butterflies tickle your gut - looking over the counters of the kitchenㅡ

The door swung open, the creaking of the hinges doing the storytelling. His footfalls.. entering - door closing behind him with a minor slam.. His bag, you assume, lands on the floor with a dull thud, carelessly dropped. The sudden noise broke you from your stupor of debating whether you should try and clean upㅡdeciding rather smartly, rinsing your hands briefly immediately hopping to greet your husband dutifully - having been awaiting him all day from the second he left for his 9-to-5..

“My love…!” Cheerfully enunciating, breaking away from your bowl you were vigorously stirring moments before - wiping your hands off on your frilly little apron and shuffling toward the front door where your husband merely stood in place as you near - his eyes level to your chest.. Seraphine, completely still with a resting face full of vexationㅡyour forehead creasing in concern at the vibe emanating from your small lover.. usually he would be as chipper as ever, rushing to kiss you.. you were exuding worry, rather than alarm as one would be when dealing with such a nasty mood..

“I missed you. H-How was your day?” A bashful, excited smile worms onto your lips as you hover over him without meaning to, gently placing your palm along his stiff shoulderㅡgrunting in surprise as he lurches forward; burying his face in your chest, nuzzling; a soft groan escaping his lips; muffled by your pecs.

“A-Ah… Seraph..” You coo lovingly, face burning with bashfulnessㅡdespite all the time you've spent married - pairing that with how many years you've been dating.. you still get all blushy like an idiot schoolgirl when he touches you so gently,, his small hands placed upon your waist - gripping tightly before they slip behind, untying the strings of your apron wordlessly. Body stiffened, muscles hardened as you let him do so;; letting him eye you in your day clothes.. pulling the apron over your head and tossing it to the side in a soft huff - and you take the time to gently pet his head, a soft hum emanating from your chest as you try to soothe your agitated Seraphine… his face resuming his position on your now bare chestㅡwhat is this, motorboating? maybe.. you forgot what some sexual terms are acted out..

Yelping in surprise as he attaches his lips to your nipple - kissing, licking, sucking.. nibbling roughly. Your hand, trembling just as your legs were, snapping to cradle the back of his head,, budㅡand cockㅡhardening in his mouth, before he laps up his own saliva, groping at your sides,, “... gosh, today was the worst, honey..” he murmurs lips leaving your slickened bud to gaze onto your glazed over eyes full of wonder,. “I know just the thing to cheer me up.” Seraphine grinned remarkably wide, almost rabid - deranged; a bit strained as he tried to be kind, but he began pushing you roughly toward the living roomㅡstumbling, slipping as you were wearing socks on moderately polished hardwood floors.. before landing on the carpet - being shoved, harshly, into a sitting position onto the cushioning.. legs spread and heat swelling just underneath your navel as your husband drapes himself along your lap - taking advantage of your position and pressing his crotch into your rather.. admittedly bare cock,,,

“Don't ask me about my day....” Refusing to elaborate, as it was sure to piss him off moreㅡinstead, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking aggressively just underneath your jaw; relishing in the taste of saltiness - a sheen of sweat coating your body.. you were so cute, already so hard for your husbandㅡhe shifts his hips forward, intentionally grinding, knowinglyㅡdressed in the cutest panties where your dick and balls had nowhere to hide.. “Just let yourself be used, y'hear me? M-My fucking boss got on my ass just becauseㅡargh!” He interrupts himself by pinching on your hardened buds - growing sensitive as you yelp in shock and mild pain; groping your chest so roughly and molding your flesh in his dainty hands..

Your eyes flicker toward the kitchenㅡthe goods in the oven, a bowl of batter unattended, an absolute messㅡof course, it's worth burning one batch of goods, no? You'll have those, while Seraphine has the good, flavorful unburnt ones… “Y-Yes, of course, honeyㅡplease, allow me toㅡ” He cuts your your meek voice off by standing and promptly shucking his pants off, followed by underwear - so belligerent with his movements..

“Hush for a moment.” He interrupts, rudely, a hissㅡyou adjust your legs underneath Seraphine as he sits back along your lap; dick twitching and aching in your sheer lace underwear at the thought of your darling husband being relieved of tension just because of you… it makes you all giddy..,, making you all hard, as you merely sit there with your thoughts. You were just a doting husband, you can't help yourself! W-With your beautiful, providing husband sitting so closely to your cock, practically sitting on itㅡ“So good for me… my good lil husband, always so compliant...” With a slight dash of annoyance to his cooing tone.. mishearing him, as you were too busy staring into his eyes and trying to ignore the ache between your legsㅡOf course, there was nothing to complain about.. surely not the sight of your husband's soaking wet pussy that he spreads with his digits before lowering, pressing ontoㅡgrinding against your barely clothed cock.. o-of course not, what could there be to complain about?!?! “Much better. This.. this is your best quality.” Seraphine muttered to himself mindlessly, letting his upper body relax; promptly groping at your cock with his pussy - mewling as you threw your head back against the couch, very much compliant, yes..

Burying his face in your chest again… tonguing your nipple before simply resting his head down, grinding his pussy on your erection to stimulate himself lazily… keeping still, trying to be good for himㅡwordlessly, as you shift underneath him, squirming… Seraphine attaching his lips all along your neck, marking you up for his pleasure of seeing… not to mention how you tasted on his tongue, and all.. breathless, as he worms a hand downward; grazing against your pre-cum weeping cock and sliding down his folds, “... doesn't have a cute little husband waiting for him at home as I do. I'm much better than everyone at work!!” y-you need to distract him.. take away his stress as his stay-at-home toy for just that.. your reach down; hand grasping his wrist bravely.

He grunts in displeasure as you slowly drag his fingers to your lips - shyly, carefully, just in case he would snap at youㅡbefore you begin lapping, licking in between his fingers before promptly pushing forward and sucking on his digitsㅡalmost cumming at his taste of salty mild bitterness. Seraphine hissed softly, before he gently tugs his fingers away, trailing his digits down your abdomenㅡbreathing shakilyㅡever so teasingly and gripping the fabric of your underwear where the swell of your cock bulged, begging to be free - before he rips them open; girth springing upward with vigor, you, hissing in mild pain before he was immediately jerking you off; dainty hand wrapped around your length and pumping dryly before he was rubbing his pussy and using it as a lotion - giving you no time to adjust to such pleasure before he was already spreading his pussy and promptly sinking downward on your lazily lubed up cockㅡa symphony of mewls, Seraphine's and yours combined - the feeling of your cock stretching his already loosened pussy, a mild sting that he adored;; settling on your girth with ease, nestlingㅡclit buried in your groin. With dainty hands groping at your chest - a tad softer than moments before, and rubbing your perky buds between his moist digits - merely poking at your body for his pleasureㅡfor fun.

“God, this is just.. the ultimate remedy for a stressful day...” he sinks completely, voice breaking off into a soft mewl as you fill him up so deeply; so fucking lovely you are - “I-I'm so glad you think so, my darling..” the corners of your lips up turning into a shy smile, face burning deep with the warmth of arousal nestling in your abdomen, cock throbbing inside the hot warmth of his soaking pussy,, god the thought of him using anything else but you to relieve stress damn near brings tears to your eyes. you wanna be there for him, every second - anywhere, really.. Your hand, shyly moving inward.

"T-Touch me, yes,” Seraphine commanded weakly, feeling a bit too stuffed as he angles backㅡhand eagerly worming in between your bodies and slowly edging downward and feeling around for his clit - humming in delight that sounded too much like a whine, as your saliva-slick thumb runs over his pearl; thumbing in small circles.. Seraphine's pussy clenched around your cock as he gasps mutely at the stimulation before he slowly gets into the rhythm of bouncing himself whilst you rubbed on his clit, utterly focused- wondering how good you were doing as your cock throbs inside him so good,,, ,, his good lil stress reliever, his good lil husband that he loves to suck on for dinner,,,, making him cum on your cock so dutifully, uncaring of your own pleasure - so focused on him that it makes him giddy as though he was fucking you for the first time again..,, making him cum over and over - cleaning him up, unconcerned with his snappy quips as you bathe him,,, letting him rest,,, so sweet you are to your husband.

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#seraphine realness #* ( :3 ) !!!#x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #top male reader #subtop male reader #subtop m reader #dombot ftm character #dombot character :p

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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maybe, baby

i cannot believe i’m doing this. so this is an unfinished fic i started back in august, it was supposed to be aurora’s introduction fic sort of but i never finished it. however, since she has come up again, and an anon asked if i’d post it, here it is.😅 also another shoutout to @spicedchaiandromeda because she has the best ideas about college!klitz and so a lot of the college stuff discussed here stemmed originally from her brain and became a set of wider, more collaborated ideas💕

(just for the record, this is grown up!klitz x reader, like you two are grown adults with a house and a child in this fic. vv excited for this😊)

warnings: fluff, allusions to smut

ariel klitz’s favorite disney princess isn’t who you’d assume it to be.

ari’s favorite princess was sleeping beauty, aurora, briar rose. to be honest, you weren’t quite sure how this came about. how could your daughter not love the princess she was named after? maybe it was because “the little mermaid” had constantly been playing in your home until ariel was about two years old and requested a different film. though it broke your heart just slightly, who were you to deny your little girl a different movie?

she quickly came to adore the dreaminess of the vintage disney film. her favorite version of aurora’s dress was the blue one, she knew the names of the three fairy godmothers and could recite them as quick as a whip and without hesitation, and she mimicked every move the ethereal princess made; from dancing in the woods to the pricking of her finger. ariel’s favorite activity was to make your husband pretend to be prince philip and rescue you while you were given the honor to play princess aurora. your daughter would force her father to pretend to slay the dragon, run up through the castle (also known as your living room), find you (aurora), and awaken you with a kiss. the kiss was both ariel’s least favorite and favorite part; it was gross watching her parents kiss, but the princess finally awakes when their lips meet. she’d often cover her eyes and giggle, peeking through her tiny fingers when your knight in an old t-shirt would gently press his lips to yours.

“you saved me,” you’d coo quietly to klitz as soon as your eyes opened to meet your husband’s, full of love and admiration as he smiled at you. your daughter would continue to keep her eyes covered as klitz couldn’t help but kiss you again.

as ariel grew, she hit the phase that most only-children go through: she began to ask for a little sibling. a sister, to be exact. it took you aback the first time she had posed the question, and klitz was transported back to being an awkward teenager once again — face red, not able to come up with or even stutter out any coherent words.

“a baby sister?” klitz had asked his daughter nervously. “you really want a baby sister?” he was stunned. ariel had mentioned it so casually whilst watching her favorite movie.

“yeah! i really want one, daddy. we can name her aurora! like the princess!” ari insisted with a little giggle. she climbed up onto her father’s lap and looked up at him with her big green eyes. “please, daddy?” she begged.

and it had been like that for weeks.

ariel constantly brought up the idea of a new sister, and the more she begged, the more you began to fall in love with the idea. you remembered your college days with klitz; him always telling you how the two of you were going to get married, how you were going to buy a house together, and how you were going to have children together. your husband, then-boyfriend, would hold you on his lap, kiss you, and convey those plans to you. it was so dreamy and always had you so captivated, and with his lips on your neck keeping you in ecstasy, you could only ever whimper out your agreements.

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ariel sat in your lap as “once upon a dream” played from the speakers and the credits rolled. a blanket covered the bottom half of the two of you as you held ari close. your little girl’s head laid limp against your chest, her eyes closed as her chest raised and lowered with every little breath she took. your living room was dimly lit and, glancing at the clock, it was just past your daughter’s bedtime.

“i can take her,” your husband said lowly as he walked back in from the kitchen. you hummed and glanced down at sleeping ariel, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and gently swiping locks of chestnut hair from her face.

“mmkay,” you replied, giving your sleeping daughter a small squeeze to your chest. klitz walked over and ever so carefully lifted your three and a half year old into his arms. she hummed and klitz kissed her little cheek.

“hi, sweetheart,” he cooed quietly. ariel’s little arms wrapped around her father’s neck as he carried her off to bed. you watched klitz disappear down the hallway and into ari’s room, and your heart fluttered. you remembered how in love klitz had been with his baby daughter. you remembered the way he would hold her so close and press kisses to her soft baby skin. he would brokenly hum “part of your world” to the baby and shower her with love. your daughter was three and a half now, and very little had changed in his behavior towards her. timothy klitz loved and cherished his daughter before she was even born, which begged the question…

another?

you sat up from your spot on the couch and turned the television off. you stretched out your arms and back, allowing your body to stretch back into the ligaments and joints that had been stiff from sitting and holding your daughter. you stalked down the same dimly lit hallway and took a glance outside the window at all the stars lighting up the night sky before turning to look in your daughter’s room. your heart melted as you saw your husband carefully lower your daughter into her bed. ariel curled into the fetal position as klitz pulled her lilac purple bedsheets over her littlr body. ariel’s nightlight and under the sea ceiling light projector casted not only enough light to prevent your daughter from getting scared at night, but also just enough light to see the small smile on your husband’s face. he gently brushed hair out of his daughter’s face before kissing her forehead. as his eyes rose, klitz found you standing in the doorway. your eyes met and lingered for a moment before you held out your hand.

he carefully arose from his spot on the edge of ari’s bed and walked over to meet you, placing his hand in yours. you grinned before taking one last look at your peacefully sleeping daughter, closing her door quietly. without a word between the two of you, you and klitz tiredly made your way to your shared bedroom. upon entering, you pulled klitz into a tight hug. his gangly frame wrapped around you, barely changing from when you were teenagers. you loved it though; it was your klitzy, and you loved that he still felt the same. klitz pressed a kiss to the top of your head, sighing contentedly.

#ariel ivy klitz #aurora seraphine klitz #klitz #klitz the girl next door #klitz x reader

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feyhunter78 · 1 year

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Hold My Heart (Between Your Teeth) 7/?

Description: Seraphine deals with the aftermath of Aegon's actions, and Aegon comes to see her after his revelation.

Seraphine was down in the kitchen’s chatting when Dana returned. She had a smug smile on her face, and she looked Seraphine up and down, then turned away.

“What was that?” She asked Margery, the head of the kitchen staff.

Margery wrung her hands, then gave her a sympathetic look. “The girl has just been back from the maester’s.”

“The maester’s? Is she ill?” She had a sinking feeling Dana was not ill, but she needed to hear it confirmed.

“No, Prince Aegon came down here earlier and bid her to follow him to his chambers.”

There it was, they’d lasted less than her previous life. Of course, in her previous life, he was rutting into her most days of the week.

“Oh, poor dearie.” Margery cooed.

Seraphine realized she was crying and wiped under her eyes. “Please don’t worry about me, Lady Alyra seems very fond of me. Or perhaps I’ll take up the prince’s offer and sail away with a bag of gold as my only companion.”

She gave Margery a weak smile, then left the kitchens and made her way back to her chambers. She locked the door behind her and fell into her bed, sobbing.

She was a fool, a fool to think that it would be different. That Aegon could ever love her for more than the pleasure she could give him. She’d told herself it would be different. That she would not let him hurt her. But after the days he spent with her, doting on her, talking with her, she fooled herself into believing he had changed. He’d even pleaded with her to marry him,

She should have taken the money and ran as far away from him as possible.

A knock came at the door, and she dried her eyes before unlocking and opening it. “Apologies, my lady, I’m not feeling too well—Aegon?”

He looked worse than her, his eyes red rimmed, face puffy, shoulders slumped, he surged forward and wrapped his arms around her.

She stumbled backwards and Aegon kicked the door closed behind them. “My prince? Is something the matter?”

He picked her up with surprising strength and carried her to her bed before laying her down and climbing atop her, his face buried in her neck.

“Aegon, please, this isn’t appropriate.” She told him, trying to push him off her.

He held her tighter as his shoulders began to shake, and she felt hot tears drip down her neck.

She couldn’t remember the last time Aegon had cried in front of her. “Aegon? What’s wrong?”

His voice trembled. “Do not leave me, Seraphine, I’m sorry, truly. It meant nothing to me, a moment of weakness.”

She felt her concern grow cold, he was not sorry he’d bedded Dana, he was sorry he’d been caught. “My prince, what you do with your time is none of my concern.”

He shook his head, hair tickling her bare skin. “No, I told you I wished to wed you, and yet I found myself bedding a servant and wishing she was you.” He let out a sob, and his entire body trembled. “I do not desire any but you. Sera you plague my thoughts, night, and day. I will swear off drink, off women, off anything you desire, just please do not leave.”

“Aegon, I don’t desire to change you, I am not worthy of your hand, it is I who would have to change, and suddenly be discovered as heir to a great house, or some other ridiculous thing.” She rubbed his back soothingly, head and heart warring. Was he truly repentant, or was he drunk and in need of attention?

He lifted his head slightly, his nose trailing along the skin of her neck, making her shiver. “I do not care if you are noble or not, I will run away with you. We can take Sunfyre and fly where no one will find us.”

If only he would ask her to run away with him again. This time she would say yes. She remembered telling herself that, making that promise, but just as in her last life, she couldn’t do it.

“You can’t abandon your duties. They will hunt us down, and I will be killed.” She threaded her fingers in his hair, grimacing slightly at how greasy it was. “Any children that we may have would be killed.”

“I would not let them.” He mumbled, calming as she played with his hair.

“You would have no choice. Unless you planned to have Sunfyre burn everyone who approached us and have the cruel added to your name.”

He finally fully lifted his head and met her eyes. “I would do it. Before I cannot imagine feeling such depths for a woman, but for you? Sera I would burn the world.”

The smell of wine was on his breath, and she sighed. “Aegon, you need a bath and some rest.”

“Bathe with me.” He asked quietly, his hand seeking hers.

“Aegon…” She didn’t stop him when he intertwined their fingers.

“Not in that way, I do not wish to be parted from you, please, at least sit beside me.” His lavender eyes cut right through any of her resolve, if he was acting kind, then she should bask in it while she could.

“Return to your quarters and ask the servants to draw you a bath, I will follow shortly.”

She snuck into his quarters and slipped into his bathroom, where Aegon sat soaking in the hot water.

His eyes opened at her approach, and he reached for her.

She knelt down beside the tub and he cupped her cheek.

“My ruby, you’ve returned to me.” He said fondly, an anxiety in his voice she didn’t miss.

She covered his hand with her own. “Of course, I told you I would never abandon you.”

“But the woman in the kitchen, she said—”

“I was jesting, I was hurt.”

He closed his eyes, anguish clear on his face. “In my pain, I have caused you pain.”

She took the small wooden cup and gently wet his hair. “Which it seems has caused you more pain.” She took the sweet smelling soap and rubbed it in her hands before washing his hair.

He hummed in contentment. “I would never have this with another woman, no one cares for me as you do.”

The tail end of the thought curled through her mind like smoke, and she acted upon it. “That is because no one loves you as I do.” She said simply.

He rinsed out his hair himself, ducking under the water, then resurfacing. “I am inclined to agree.”

She began cleaning him with a soapy cloth. “Your skin is quite nice, very smooth, and unblemished.”

Pink tinted his cheek, and she continued, running his fingers through his hair. “And I am very jealous of your hair, such a beautiful color.”

His hand emerged from the water to catch a strand of her own hair. “Your hair is beautiful, it’s the color of flame, but soft as silk.”

She runs the cloth over his chest, going lower with each swipe. “You flatter me.” Her forearm is underwater, and she knows soon she will have to make a decision.

He grabs her arm, making the decision for her. “Allow me to do the rest.”

She hands him the cloth and retreats, drying her arm off on a nearby towel. “My apologies.”

He shakes his head. “No, I do not wish for your honor to be questioned.”

Seraphine sits back on her heels. “Do you really wish to marry me?”

Aegon nearly drops the cloth. “Yes, I desire it more than anything.”

“But do you wish it so that you may bed me, or because you care for me?” She asked hesitantly.

He sets down the cloth and turns to face her. “Sera I meant what I said earlier today, my affections for you run deeper than I ever imagined.” He ducks his head. “I fear I may be in love with you.”

“Fear?”

“I do not know if I will make a good husband, or father, and if I am to ascend to the throne you will be in constant danger until my half-sister is dead.”

This was better than last time. In her last life, the first time he said he loved her; she was kneeling between his legs.

She swallowed hard, perhaps if it all failed, she would get a third try? She took his hand and kissed it softly. “I love you Aegon, I have been in love with you since you rescued me from the brothel. I know that you will be a wonderful husband and father given the chance, so allow me to give you that chance.”

Tears shone in his eyes, and he leaned forward, pulling her into his embrace. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Bring me a towel, we must speak with my father.”

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess, @dc-marvel-girl96

#aegon x oc #aegon ii targaryen #aegon x reader #prince aegon #aegon ii #aegon targaryen #meg's writing #seraphine #hmh fic #aegon ii fanfic #aegon ii imagine #aegon ii x oc #hotd fanfic

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divamazing · 1 year

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Hi! Requests are open!!! I’ll write for multiple fandoms

Slashers: Michael Myers (OG, RZ, 2018-2022), Jason Voorhees, Chucky/Charles Lee Ray, Tiffany Valentine

League of Legends: K/DA, True Damage, Arcane, any in-game character:

Tell me exactly what you want when requesting.

Which character/characters?

Specific skin line or base version?

Otherwise, I'll consider it to be the character's basic appearance

Mortal Kombat - any character

I’ll also write for disney/pixar characters

One shots, headcanons, short fanfics

I write fluff, sfw, cute and funny things 😇

But i can also try to write nsfw, dark themes, yandere, angst (keep in mind that i won’t write too extreme nsfw)

My request box is opened most of the time, so feel free to send in requests. Don’t be shy, I PROMISE I WON’T BITE YOU 😊

Can be specific 🤍

Can be funny 🤍

Can be as amazing as you are 🤍

You can see your request being posted within minutes, hours or even days. Depends on how busy I am

Upcoming works:

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reticent-writer · 4 months

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Would I be able to ask for [platonic] Adam x reader, with reader being his child. [Bio or adopted]

And if possible some reactions to others finding out the connection?

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This man can't keep a secret for shit

He talks about the things he likes and even if he tried to keep it a secret he would slip up eventually

but when you came into the picture, you were always around him

it was rumored that you were him and lutes love child

soon the rumor got to Sera who tried to shut it down but it was out of her control

But then she heard that Adam took you to hell for an extermination

"Adam." Sera said sternly.

"Whaaaat, they're fine, See." Adam picked you up like he was presenting you to Sera, "Tell her what you learned, lil bud."

"Sinners are bad and don't deserve redemption." The both of you had a stupidly wide on grin your faces that could only make the Seraphin sigh.

"That's not the point, Adam. They're just a child, they shouldn't have to see that." She was so clearly disappointed as she took you from him and checked over him yourself.

"Papa says that bitches and whores live down there." You say with the widest smile. Sera looks at Adam in disgust.

"What? Am I wrong?"

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#hazbin hotel x reader #Adam x reader #child reader #x child reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #reticent writes #reticent writer #platonic #hazbin hotel

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togetherhearted · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open and I hope you don’t mind me requesting something.

Seraphine x Reader

Reader wants to befriend and sing with her, but is also quite concerned about the fact that Sera can hear souls and is scared of her a bit

Awww that is a sweet idea ♡

READER WANTS TO SING WITH SERAPHINE

Could a dream possibly be so close yet so far? You were in the audience at the latest Seraphine's concert. You went to all her shows;since she was singing her guitar in the streets. You had this weird desire;to befriend her and sing along but you knew about her ability to read souls. She accidentally slipped this during a concert. That stopped you from approaching her. You had singed along the last song before she was asked to do an encore. At that point she locked eyes with you in the audience and smiled. You jolted a bit on the spot as she made you a sign to come to the stage. The other fans encouraged you, so you walked to the stage;grabbing her hand. Seraphine looked at you with a soft smile; patting your hand to soothe your anxiety. -Hi. What's your name?-

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Stuck on You | Part Two

cassian x reader | Cassian can't seem to forget about you since the night you met seven years ago. he thought he would never see you again but when he does, he's determined to make you his. this time for good.

“Don’t worry. She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.”

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A/N: you finally get to see the line above in this part! I also used writing prompts from @dumplingsjinson to help me with some of the dialogue. you can find the original post here.

Warnings: fluff, some angst, mentions of death

“Y/N?”

You spun around, eyes widening in surprise and recognition. “Cassian,” you whispered, your heart dancing erratically within your chest as you took in the sight of him.

“You remembered my name.” A warm grin spread across his face at the sound of his name coming from your pretty lips.

"How could I ever forget?" you remarked with a gleam in your eye and your words left him blushing, the memory of the night you two spent together surfacing vividly, even after all these years.

His presence was powerful and imposing, just as you remembered. Towering over you, his tall and muscular frame overwhelmed your senses, accompanied by the intoxicating scent of cedar and balsam that clung to him. His warm amber eyes lingered on you, a silent exploration that traced the contours of your figure as if he were undressing you with his eyes before lifting to meet your gaze once more.

You couldn’t shake the disbelief that gripped you. You thought you’d never see him again.

“Cassian?” A small voice interrupted, pulling your gazes away from each other and back to the young girl. “I’ve never met you before.”

Cassian studied her. She could only be a couple of years old, no older than a decade. A fact that set the gears in his mind into motion. Could she be–

“Cassian is–is an old friend of mine.” You swiftly explained to the young girl. “Cassian, this is Seraphine. My sister.”

The blood returned to Cassian’s face as a small wave of relief washed over him. Sister. This little girl was your sister, not his long-lost secret child. There was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes when you caught the look on his face.

“Can you be my friend too?” Seraphine pleaded with her eyes. Her tiny hands grasped onto Cassian’s larger hand and she urged him to take the seat next to her. He looked at you and you could only send him an apologetic look, gesturing with your hands to take a seat as well, mouthing at him that your little sister didn’t have many friends. He felt a tug in his heart at your revelation so with a kind smile, he took the seat next to Seraphine.

“Of course.” Cassian replied. “What is it that you were drawing earlier?”

Seraphine squealed in excitement as she pulled out her notebook, showing him the pegasus she had been drawing. Cassian bit back his laugh as he took in the drawing that had a delightful charm, one only kids can bring to their creations.

You heard your name being called out again and when you turned your head, you saw that one of your tables was in need of more ale. You shifted your weight from one foot to another as you contemplated. The tavern was small enough that even when your sister would sit alone, you could still keep a watchful eye on her. You knew your sister would be in safe company with Cassian, but you could sense that he wanted to talk. Over what you had no clue but you were itching to know too.

“Are you hungry?” You asked and before he could respond, you simply nodded your head as you decided for him. “Let me bring you something to eat as well. I’ll be right back.”

Cassian watched as you disappeared behind a worn counter. You returned to the table but only for a brief moment as you placed a plate of warm food in front of him and then you were running off to attend to other tables, pouring out drinks and smiles with ease.

A smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about you. He only knew you for one night but that had been enough to know the spark you carried. Yet, the spark that had drawn him in seemed dimmed now and you carried yourself as if burdened by a weight he couldn’t quite discern.

“You’re staring.”

Cassian startled. He had forgotten all about the young girl beside him. “Sorry.”

Seraphine giggled and she grinned as she looked up at her new friend. “You like my sister.”

His own lips curled up into a shameless grin. “Yes, I do.”

“Will you marry her?”

“Maybe,” Cassian replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

He did like you.

One of his biggest regrets was not asking you to stay with him. After your bodies were spent from the immense amount of pleasure you drew out from one another, he had cuddled you against him with the pretense of keeping you warm but in reality, he just wanted to hold you longer. You had laughed as you plucked a leaf from his hair. The two of you had spent the rest of the night talking and he had already planned to take you out for a nice breakfast in Velaris once the restaurants would open. However, at the break of dawn, you had insisted you had to leave and you were running off before he could ask where to find you again.

He did look for you, though. He begged Azriel to help him find you but he had only been able to track down the friend you had arrived at the bonfire with. She was the one who had given him the unfortunate news that you had left Windhaven with your mother, not knowing where you had gone to.

“Papa liked my mama so he married her.” Seraphine said, her voice growing quiet. He failed to notice the quiver of her lip. “He liked her a lot, said it’s why they had me…but mama got attacked and then he died…y/n won’t get hurt will she? You won’t die, will you?”

Seraphine’s eyes lined with silver and she began to cry.

Cassian frowned and turned to her, his hand wiping away at her tears with an ache in his chest at what her words insinuated. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. No one is going to hurt y/n, not under my watch. And don’t worry about me, munchkin. I plan to live for a long time.”

Your head whipped at the sound of your sister crying. In an instant, you were at the table, dropping to your knees as you brought Seraphine into your embrace. Her tears dampened your shirt but you did not care. Your hand ran through her hair while the other rubbed against her back in a soothing manner, your own eyes brimming with tears and realization dawned on Cassian as to why your spark had dimmed.

“Come with me.”

“What?”

“Come with me.” Cassian repeated, following after you and helping you pick up the dirty plates scattered along the now empty tables as you prepared to close the tavern.

After Seraphine had settled with the help of some hot cocoa, Cassian had pulled you aside to talk, ignoring the wary look Azriel kept sending his way. They had stayed much longer than they had planned. Rhysand had already worriedly called into their minds, demanding to know why and for them to return. But Cassian refused to leave without knowing more about you and what had happened over the past seven years.

It was then when you explained everything, starting with the night you two spent together and why you had to leave so quickly after. You hadn’t planned to attend the bonfire celebration that night but it was your last night in Windhaven and you gave in to your friend’s request, deciding that you would finally let go and be free, have fun for once. No one would remember you, anyway, or so you had thought.

The very next morning you and your mother moved back to her home camp, Ironcrest, where she married an old friend of hers who promised to take care of not only her but you as well. Your mother had been treated poorly, shunned by Ironcrest, after falling victim to a high fae that had been visiting. She found out she was pregnant shortly after. It was already hard being a female in an Illyrian war camp and even more so being a single mother. The two of you moved from camp to camp, wherever your mother could find a job to sustain the both of you until you were old enough to help. You had only lived in Windhaven during the years of the war, which explained why Cassian had never seen you before the bonfire.

The man your mother had married was nice and kind, a stark contrast among the many Illyrian males at the camps. He was able to take care of her and you well with the help of his tavern and he was elated when he found out your mother was pregnant. He had hoped for a son, as most men do, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when he finally got to meet sweet little Seraphine.

Your family had lived a quiet and peaceful life, doting over Seraphine who had brought you all such joy. That is, until, a drunken Illyrian male, who had remembered your mother from years before you were born, decided to attack her out of spite. Of course, your step-father had intervened. He had not been trained as a warrior like the drunk Illyrian male had but that didn’t deter him from fighting back until his very last breath.

You had been the one to find your murdered mother and step-father. You’d never forget the gruesome sight of their lifeless bodies or the immense anger that had cursed through your veins when the murderer was let go and freed, having convinced the council that he had acted upon honor. You were utterly and completely helpless as your mother’s body was not granted the same respected burial as your step father was.

It had been a couple of months since their deaths and in those months, you focused on taking care of Seraphine. You were grateful your step father had taken you under his wing and taught you about business here and there. It was what helped you run the tavern on your own. That and the false pretense that your step-father’s brother, the only living relative Seraphine had that neither of you have met, was overseeing the business.

You settled the last of the dirty dashes into the bin, deciding that you would take care of them the next morning. You leaned against the counter to face the persistent Illyrian male before you. He took this as his opportunity to approach you, bridging the distance between you.

“I can take care of you and Seraphine.” He was so close and when he leant down, your eyes fluttered shut momentarily at the warmth radiating from him, your body aching for more.

“Was I really that good? To have the Lord of Bloodshed remember me after all this time and offer to take care of me?”

There was humor in your tone and Cassian was smirking at you. So you had also done a little digging at him after your night with him. He caged you in with both his arms and wings. “I think about you and that pretty cunt of yours so often. Sometimes even when I’m with other females.”

“You do?” You breathed in pleasant surprise, you had only meant to tease him. His words went straight to your core and you wanted nothing more than to give in to him, to feel him all over you.

Cassian felt a familiar cool caress–one of Azriel’s shadows–at the back of his neck and then it was yanking on his hair in warning. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, catching the way you composed yourself. He would’ve loved to tease you about it and if he had time, he would’ve loved to show you the effect you had on him. Even after all these years.

“I’m being serious though. My offer is not driven by lust or any ulterior motive but as a friend.”

“Friend?”

“It’s what you called me earlier.” He replied, a note of gentle reproach in his tone. A wistful smile played on his lips. “And while I would like to be more than a friend, that sounds like a promising starting point.”

“I’m sorry, Cassian, but I don’t think I can.” You frowned, crossing your arms against your chest, as you fought the urge to say yes. “I just–I don’t know.”

While he promised to take care of your little sister too, it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, you could tell he meant well and his offer was genuine. Your reservation was heavily based on the variability of it all. This life, as miserable as it was, is all you knew and for the moment, it was keeping both you and your sister safe.

Seraphine squinted up at the towering Illyrian male, who you had left her with while you talked with Cassian. He claimed to be Cassian’s friend. “Azriel,” he had introduced himself and when her curious gaze followed his shadows, he added: “Shadowsinger.”

“You don’t look like a Shadowsinger.”

“I’m a special kind.” Azriel’s lips curved into the ghost of a smile. “What does a Shadowsinger look like to you?”

“I dunno know. A performer maybe?” Seraphine replied with a shrug of her shoulders, giggling when a shadow brushed across her shoulders in a playful manner. She then studied Azriel again, taking in the numerous weapons strapped to his body and the strength he carried.

“Did you ever kill anyone?”

The hint of the smile dropped from Azriel’s face and he cleared his throat. “We’re getting out of subject here.”

“Alright Sera,” you nervously chided as you reappeared, Cassian trailing behind you. You rested one hand on your little sister’s shoulder while the other brushed against her cheek in a soft warning. You had heard snippets from their conversation and you were worried your sister’s curiosity had offended the Shadowsinger. “That’s enough questions.”

“It’s alright.” Azriel said, politely brushing off your concern. He then turned to his friend. “But we do have to go.”

Seraphine followed Azriel’s gaze and her lips curved into a pout. Slipping from your grasp, she ran to Cassian, tapping his leg to capture his attention. Cassian’s attention drifted back to the young girl and he crouched to be eye level with her, a fond smile gracing his lips.

“You’ll come visit us again, right?” Seraphine asked and with a sudden seriousness, she added: “Friends visit friends often. It’s a rule.”

“Sera–” You started.

“Of course I will.”

Cassian’s gaze locked with yours as he rose to his feet. He gave Seraphine a light pat to her head that had her giggling and then he was standing in front of you. You raised your brows in surprise at him. You thought declining his offer would’ve put him off, so you were surprised he still wanted to see you.

His hand reached for yours and without breaking eye contact, he brought it up to his lips. A small gesture that sent warmth flooding through you--a promise that he would visit again.

“Don’t miss me too much, sweetheart.”

You were at a loss for words, your thoughts a tangled mess. A feeble nod was all you could manage before awkwardly clearing your throat, realizing the weight of what you had agreed to. Cassian must’ve sensed your inner turmoil because he was grinning down at you in response.

He would’ve stayed longer, lost in the moment, if it weren’t for Azriel. The Shadowsinger’s gaze bore into Cassian’s back, prompting him to hesitantly release your hand. He must’ve not been moving fast enough because Azriel was pulling him by the cuff of his leathers, sending a nod in farewell to you.

Even as Azriel guided Cassian out the door and you returned your attention to your little sister, Cassian’s gaze was stuck on you.

Cassian, true to his word, returned a couple of days later, bearing gifts. Flowers adorned with vibrant hues for you and a plush pegasus that resembled the strange but endearing drawing Seraphine had shown him the night they first met. Of course, your little sister was over the moon with him, beaming with delight as she ran around the tavern and clutched the pegasus to her chest.

He returned almost every other night, the two of you falling into a weekly routine with ease. There were times where his visits would be delayed but he always told you ahead of time.

On bustling evenings, he would keep Seraphine company at her table, often coloring and drawing with her. During the quieter tavern nights, the three of you would have dinner together. He would flirt with you shamelessly every time he could, keeping it age appropriate whenever Seraphine was within hearing range but on the moments he had you alone, the teasing words slipping from his lips were sinful. Flirting was new territory to him and he loved trying it with you, rejoicing in every reaction he drew from you.

As the nights would wind down and you closed up the tavern, he would walk the both of you home. If Seraphine was sleepy, Cassian would scoop her up in his arms with a gentleness that melted your heart. On more spirited nights, she would ride atop his shoulders, giggles echoing through the dimly lit streets as her tiny wings spread and she pretended she was flying. Always, his free hand sought yours, and sometimes, you would let him intertwine his fingers with yours.

He was patient with you and you knew that if you had told him to stop, he would. Yet, deep down, you found that you didn’t want him to. You found a quiet pleasure in his presence, a sentiment that bloomed into something more just as the flowers he gifted you did with each shared moment.

The tavern was alive with the lively hum of laughter and clinking glasses as Cassian entered. His eyes quickly sought you out. You moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, your stubborn demeanor evident in the way you navigated the bustling tavern. His fists clenched when one of the males got handsy with you, his hand trailing too low on your back as you tended to his table and he fought the urge to teach the male a lesson when he saw your reaction. But then you were forcing a small smile on your face that didn't reach your eyes and laughing at what the male said with such practiced ease, it tore at his heart a little.

Cassian turned his head, unable to bear the sight any longer. If he did, he worried he'd lead his simmering temper take over and disrupt the lively atmosphere of the tavern.

He spotted Seraphine at her usual table. She was too engrossed in coloring one of the drawings before her, her small tongue peeking out and eyebrows furrowed to notice Cassian. Her pegasus plush, which she had named Scrump, was resting beside her coloring book.

When Cassian spotted you behind the bar, he decided to finally approach you. A charming smile playing on his lips as he rested his elbows on the counter and leant in toward you.

“Hello, Sweetheart.”

Your hand trembled slightly, flustered by his presence as you poured him a drink and you were grateful that there was a physical barrier between the two of you. “Why is your face so close?”

Cassian didn’t miss a beat, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that had heat pooling in your stomach and heart fluttering. “Well, do you like it this close?”

When you didn’t respond, Cassian continued. “You know what I just realized?”

“What?” You asked, deciding to entertain him while you handed him his drink.

His fingers brushed against yours, lingering for longer than needed as he took the drink from you. “How utterly adorable it is when you get flustered.”

You shot him a skeptical glance. “You did not just realize it.”

“No,” he grinned, bringing his drink to his lips. “But I wanted an excuse to point it out.”

“Cas Cas!”

Cassian pulled away at the joyous shout of his name and he turned around just in time to catch a beaming Seraphine into his arms. He spun her around playfully, a chuckle escaping him, and your heart felt a twist. As endearing as the gesture was, there was a lingering ache within you. It struck you that your little sister was forming an attachment to the Illyrian male, much like you were, and the uncertainty of it all left you feeling a sense of fear and vulnerability. The two of you had already lost so much.

As the night unfolded, Cassian engaged you in lively banter, sharing stories that drew genuine laughter from you. He learned more about you. Your dreams, your favorite songs and the tales you held close to your heart. The stubborn walls you had built seemed to soften with every visit.

He walked you both home that night. Seraphine had chosen to skip ahead of you two, singing an Illyrian nursery rhyme but his hand like always, was wrapped around yours. When you had reached your doorstep, you unlocked the door for your sister, instructing her to prepare for bed and that you’d be there shortly.

The door was left slightly ajar, in case she needed you, as you leaned against the wooden wall beside it. You opened your mouth to bid Cassian farewell but found yourself at a loss for words as he leaned in. His hand released yours only to cage you into the wall behind you with hands splayed on either side of you. He leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “You know, I’m starting to think, maybe, just maybe, you’re falling for me too.”

A blush tinted your cheeks and you met his gaze. Your playful scoff couldn’t mask the truth in your eyes. There was a softness there that hadn’t been there before. “Maybe you’re not as insufferable as I thought.”

Cassian grinned, the realization of progress sweetening the air. He leant down further, his breath mingling with yours as his gaze flickered to your lips and then back to your eyes. Your eyelids fluttered shut in anticipation but then the warmth grew farther and upon opening your eyes, you found him staring at you.

“What?”

“I just think it’s funny that even on your tiptoes, you still can’t reach me.”

You glared, not realizing that you had, in fact, been standing on your toes to reach his lips. In that charged moment, something sparked within you. Swiftly, you elbowed directly into his gut with ease and on instinct he leaned down with a groan, meeting your level once more. Seizing the opportunity, you captured his lips into a kiss and smiled when you felt him move his mouth against yours.

His tongue swept along your bottom lip and you pulled away, a smug look on your face. “Who’s laughing now?”

“Come here, you,” he said, his voice a breathless whisper as he leant down once more. With the help of his hand on the back of your neck, he guided you close, his lips pressing against yours. This time, when he slid his tongue along your bottom lip, you didn’t pull away, choosing to allow him in instead, tentatively opening your heart to the possibility of love.

Cassian didn’t visit the following day or the day after that. It had been two whole weeks since his last visit, the night you two kissed. You wondered if you had scared him away. Maybe, he realized he didn’t like you after all, reducing all you two shared to nothing but physical attraction.

These thoughts did nothing to soothe you and you couldn’t help it when the pain that had been lingering deep within your chest resurfaced as you noticed Seraphine’s head lift in anticipation every time the door to the tavern was opening only to be met with disappointment.

Finally, almost a whole month later, Cassian appeared. His cheeks were flushed from the cold winter air. Seraphine did a double take, her eyes widening in a mixture of joy and disbelief as she recognized her friend. She ran up to him, the question she had been asking you every night tumbling from her lips. “Cassian, where have you been? I missed you! Scrumps missed you too!”

“I’m sorry, little one.” Cassian frowned, patting the back of her hair as she clung onto his leg. “I missed you, too.”

You approached the two, arms folded across your chest. There was a look in your eyes he couldn’t quite discern–apprehension, perhaps– and it filled him with unease. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up, Sweetheart. Rhysand sent me on a mission and–”

“It’s okay. You don’t owe us an explanation,” you were interrupting, motioning for him to follow you to the table Seraphine sat at every night. Your voice was quiet, a low murmur, as your next words slipped out of your mouth. “You don’t owe us anything.”

But Cassian heard it–the weight in your words. That unspoken ache. The unease in his chest grew. He didn’t mean to hurt you.

The walls Cassian had once broken down were now back up and he hated the distance that had settled between you.

Since the tavern was quiet and idle, the three of you had dinner together and he dedicated it all to you and your sister, wanting to know what he had missed. He discovered that Seraphine had lost a tooth, chuckling when she eagerly showed him the gap where her front tooth once resided and the amusing whistling sound she could now produce. Relief washed over him when, finally, you smiled at him again over something he had said. It led you back to your usual banter, offering a fleeting but welcomed respite from the awkward tension that had momentarily taken hold.

You gradually allowed him back in, though this time, with a more guarded embrace.

“And what about you, my sweets?” Cassian’s attention was on you, wanting to know what you had been up to the past couple of weeks.

“It’s been quiet here without you.” You admitted, oblivious to the fact you hadn’t quite answered his question.

Cassian’s eyes brightened. “You missed me.”

You choked on your ale, bringing your hand to your chest. “I didn’t say that.”

Cassian turned to Seraphine with a grin. “She just said she missed me, right?”

“Definitely.” Seraphine replied almost instantly, mirroring the curve of his lips with a toothy grin of her own.

“Traitor,” you playfully accused your sister with a roll of your eyes. She stuck her tongue out at you and you chuckled. Not wanting to dwell on your small confession for too long, you shifted to rise from your seat, deciding now was the perfect time to return to your duties.

Cassian’s hand sought out yours, gently halting you. “Hey, since you missed me so much, why don’t you go out with–”

“Cassian, I told you. I can’t. I–” Your voice hushed, gaze flickering to your little sister, who finished her dinner. Grateful that she was engrossed in conversation with Scrumps, her pegasus plush, you added, "I have a lot to deal with right now."

Before you could say anything more, or he could respond, the call from one of your tables beckoned you away. An apology reflected in your eyes as you left, and Cassian watched with a hint of longing as you attended to your duties.

"Don't worry," Seraphine's voice drew his attention away. He turned to the young girl, who munched on her food with an air of amusement in her eyes. "She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her diary."

“She thinks it's fancy?”

Cassian's hand instinctively reached up toward his hair, currently tied up in a loose bun. Her innocent words stirred a spark of hope within him. Although you were stubborn, he could sense that you wanted--you longed--for him too.

He would not give up on you, refusing to surrender the love that continued to bloom within his heart.

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a/n: i watched lilo & stitch while writing this part and Cobra bubbles lowkey gave me Azriel vibes so I couldn't help but incorporate that small scene of Lilo asking him if he ever killed anyone lol. the next part might be posted tomorrow, depending on how far I get along with my studies for the day. i plan to finish this series soon <3

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deniserylairoque25 · 10 months

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Denise meet Seraphine in school

Popo: dude her song is awesome 😎

Denise: yup dude her song is beautiful I go get my notebook in my locker be right back

*Denise walks backward until she gets bump in person*

Denise: s-sorry miss I didn't watch my back

*person turn around on Denise until It's was Seraphine*

Seraphine: it's okay Denise right?

*Denise looks blushes*

Denise: y-yeah

Popo: dude you good?

Hetty: I think she has a crush on her

#seraphine x reader

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HEART SHAKER! – YONE X READER

Yone usually regrets saying yes to what Kayn or Ezreal rope him in, but this time around, he doesn’t regret it at all.

CONTENT.⠀Idol AU. Gender-neutral reader. Tooth-rotting fluff, first dates, hopeful ending because Yone deserves happiness. Requested by @fictionfordays. Hope you enjoy! ~1.3k words

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Yone thinks he’s too old to be putting up with whatever shenanigans Kayn and Ezreal keep pulling him into.

Between promotions, interviews, production, and taking care of the group, he’s dedicated the majority of his time to being responsible and ensuring everything is in tip-top shape. He’s not unfamiliar with having responsibility be the key pillar in his life. Since he was a child, he took it upon himself to be someone his younger brother could look up to. He did everything he could to help his parents, working himself to the bone to ensure his family’s comfort. Not much has changed even when he’s become an idol.

Despite his weariness on some days, he can’t deny that he’s grown fond of his fellow members. He’ll put up with Aphelios’ pranks, Kayn’s ‘forgetfulness’ in doing his chores, Ezreal’s little jokes, and whatever else his life in HEARTSTEEL brings him. He supposes it’s why he found himself saying yes to Ezreal’s idea of a blind date.

Indulging in a silly idea once is harmless, he thinks. Maybe if he just went along, it’ll sate Ezreal enough to leave him be for a while. As happy (well, not really) as he is to indulge in his friend’s antics, he’d also prefer it if Ezreal didn’t bring up the idea every other day. And even if this is just to keep his all-too-enthusiastic friend at bay, he’s also not one to do things halfheartedly. For the first time since his audition, Yone is somewhat nervous.

Meeting new people isn’t all too familiar. He always greets his seniors, juniors, staff, or anyone he may come across on the job. But this isn’t a job, it’s something meant to potentially spark romance in his life which is far from professional. He hasn’t even been on a regular date. He’s well aware of what it usually entails, but he’s never actively sought out this sort of thing. He hopes whoever his date will be won’t feel too disappointed if he doesn’t catch their interest. He knows they’re Ezreal’s friend, but that doesn’t quite narrow it down.

He fiddles with his face mask (for safety measures, really) as he waits for his date at the table. Thanks to Kayn, the street where the restaurant is located is completely silent save for its employees and the occasional unknowing passer-by. He’s not sure what Kayn did—in fact, he’s not even going to ask—but if it means not having to stress as much about paparazzi and overly eager fans, he’s not going to pass up the opportunity.

“Gosh, sorry I’m late—Yone?”

Said man looks up from his drink with wide eyes, surprised to see that you’re standing right in front of him. Or, more accurately, one of Ezreal’s best friends, and the fact that both of you are surprised means that the guy’s got more talent for discretion than he let on.

“Did Ezreal put you up to this?” you ask with an amused lilt, taking a seat in front of him. He nods quietly. “Hm. So that’s why he’s been so suspicious lately. Seraphine just told me she wanted me to meet a friend, but well… I didn’t think it’d be you.”

“Are you disappointed?” Yone blurts out.

The corners of your lips curl into a small smile. “No, of course not. I’m pretty happy about it, actually. But what brings you here?”

He doesn’t know you that well, he realises. While you’re always there for the group dinners or parties, he’s never had a proper conversation with you aside from simple hellos here and there. He’s not too familiar with the warmth rising in his cheeks either, but if he has to guess, it definitely has something to do with the way you’re looking at him.

“Ah, well…” He’s not sure if he should say the truth. He’s aloof, yes, but he’s not insensitive. “Ezreal thought I should try something new.”

“Hey, that makes both of us! By the way, I have the same Poro keychain! They’re really cute, aren’t they?”

He feels relieved that you seem to be carrying the conversation just fine even if he doesn’t think he’s great at it. Usually, the extroverts of HEARTSTEEL are responsible for answering interview questions. Yone’s there for the more professional and practical side of things, like speaking to other producers or the company president. As you start to talk about your day, he listens to every word and finds himself getting lost in how much he likes being in your presence. You’re more animated than he is and you still ask about his day even when he doesn’t believe it’s as interesting as yours.

He really likes that about you, he concludes.

“I forgot to mention this, but isn’t this district usually full of people? Why’s it so quiet today?” Your curious expression practically has him melting at how adorable you look. He prides himself on keeping his composure, but your presence alone is making him doubt his ability to be calm.

Yone is never nervous. The only other time he’s felt that way was when he first stepped through the company doors as a trainee. But the longer he sits here with you, his heart races and it’s getting harder to focus when you’re undoubtedly quite a perfect match for him.

(Damn that kid and his ‘super senses.’)

He clears his throat. “Kayn’s responsible for it.”

Perfect . He zoned out thinking about you when you’re right in front of him and he completely forgot to answer your question. Lucky enough, you don’t seem to mind.

“I’m… not sure I want to know the details.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t ask, either.” He chuckles. “I think it’s better not to.”

Your laughter rings beautifully like every song he’s ever loved. Everything feels new, and his thoughts are running a mile a minute, but he thinks he wants to take this jump into spontaneity and adventure with you.

“It’s getting late… I should head back. Gotta be on set early tomorrow.”

“Could we do this again?”

Your features soften into a teasing smile. “You like me already, don’t you?”

“Well, yes—”

“Of course, we can do this again,” you say gently, “I like you too, Yone. You don’t have to be so nervous around me.”

You reach over the table to take his hand in yours and he damn near short circuits at how your hand fits in so perfectly with his. He can barely process the coy glint in your eyes from how flustered he feels.

“I’ll walk you back.”

“Oh, a gentleman!” you chirp, “Now I wish I’d spoken to you sooner.”

The walk to the train station is too short for his liking. He’d really like to spend the rest of the night with you, but you still have things to do and Yone can’t be away for too long lest something happens in the dorm. As if you could sense him sulking, you gently tug on his sleeve and urge him to look at you. Before he can ask, you’re already leaning up to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, an action that has his eyes widening and his heart racing once again.

“I’ll see you again, Yone.”

His face feels like it’s burning as he watches you skip and disappear into the crowd. How can a single person reduce him to such a state so effortlessly? Still, he can’t help but look forward to the next time he’ll get to spend time with you again. He thinks you’re going to be quite the presence in his life and he’s more than happy to let that happen.

Yone usually regrets saying yes to what Kayn or Ezreal rope him in, but this time around, he doesn’t regret it at all. He couldn’t wait to see you again. Maybe without his friends meddling in this time, but he supposes he does have them to thank for leading him to you.

Plus, he still needs to get your number.

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The Perpetual Chase | Chapter One | Leon Kennedy x reader series

links to other parts: part two | part three

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: las plagas!yandere leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab) & Chris Redfield x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: the reader is finally free from the physical prison Leon held her in, but she remains in a mental trap that makes her constantly think about the incident. with an effort to move on, she is living with Chris, Jill, and her son, trying to continue life without leon.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2.8k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! i do not condone everything i write. this is for 18+ readers, so MDNI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the follow warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for the reader. this series will mention things that happened in ‘broken locks’, please read before you read this to understand and know what you’re getting into. specific chapter warnings: healing trauma, reader suffers with remnants of Stockholm syndrome, & mention of of death.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: heyyy! sorry this took forever, life has been hectic, but i hope you enjoy, please like and reblog if you did. just wanted to mention one thing though, i did name the son in the story, i didn’t want to keep putting “insert sons name”. i know its an x reader but there is only so much customising i can do without it being exhausting, so please do not hate on that. anyways thank you for all ur support, love y’all.

Chapter one: a broken beginning

The warm lamp on the bedside table filled the cosy room with an orange tinge around the four walls; the sleepy five-year-old was nestled in his mother's arms, clutching his favourite stuffed bear as he eagerly awaited his nightly fairytale from you — his beloved mother.

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land,” you began with a soft and melodic voice, “there was a beautiful queen named Seraphina.” You brushed Mason’s dark blond hair away from his forehead, his eyes sparkling warmly as you delved further into the story.

“Queen Seraphina had the most radiant smile that lit up the kingdom, and her kindness was known to all. She had a little prince called… Mason,” you saw him smile; you always liked to change the name to involve him and to hear that little giggle, “and Mason was her pride and joy.”

You continued with the tale; your words weaved a story of love, bravery, threat and danger, getting to the part that always scared Mason — the mentioning of the wicked sorcerer who became obsessed with the queen's beauty and vowed to take her away from everything she knew for his own selfish desires.

“Queen Seraphina was smart and strong,” your voice tinged with a hint of caution, “she had a magic charm, a special kind of protection that kept her safe from harm.”

Mason listened intently, his innocent eyes fixed on your face, soaking in every word that was uttered.

“However,” you continued, lowering your voice slightly, “the sorcerer’s obsession grew stronger by the day. He plotted and schemed, waiting for the perfect moment to take Queen Seraphine away from everything she loved.”

This was Mason’s favourite part, where the narrative took an unexpected turn as Queen Seraphina's castle was suddenly surrounded by darkness and then…

There was a knock on the door. Jill came in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your storytelling, but it's time for bed; Mason has a big day tomorrow,” Jill said as she waited for Mason to walk with her.

“You heard Jill, off you go.”

“But Mom, I want to hear what happens to Queen Seraphina,” he whined.

“You’ve listened to the story millions of times,” he pouted, making your heart melt “Tomorrow I’ll tell the story earlier, and I promise we will finish it… Now go with your Aunty Jill,” he hugged you as he went off, leaving you to put away the book.

You walked outside your room, watching Mason get all pouty as Jill tried to get him into bed, noticing Chris walk by and jokingly tell him to behave — Mason always listened to Chris; he almost looked up to him and tried his best to copy his mannerisms. You four were all living together in an unknown area, even though you couldn’t tell the actual location for safety reasons due to your “turbulent mental health” and your contact with Las Plagas, as the doctors put it, but you liked living with Chris, Jill and your son, as well as the ones who created a protective sphere and kept on guard. You were healing over your trauma after what happened five years ago, but there were still doctors who would check up on you and, most importantly, Mason; they were 99% certain you weren’t a carrier, but they continued to be sceptical of the child you bore from an infected man, Las Plagas had to be coursing through his veins — but every test showed he never carried the disease, but this didn’t satisfy or stop the frequent checks.

You understood the measures that had to be taken, but every time you had a check-up, that incident played in your head; it didn’t help that you had other factors like Mason’s favourite fairytale being about kidnapping; it all just made you remember Leon and what he had done to you — how he violated and manipulated you. The first year was hard; you woke up every night and only slept periodically, your eyebrows darkening. Jill and Chris made things easier; they were patient and understanding, reassuring you that Leon was dead and wasn’t coming back — but that didn’t silence your mind completely. You never admitted it to them, not those who checked up on you, but you still had nightmares, picturing Leon’s face with those dark veins and that perverted, dark smile he would always have when you were vulnerable. But you also thought about how you loved him towards the end; you remember putting your finger on the trigger and telling him, “I love you”. You felt guilty for having those bittersweet memories; the psychiatrists kept telling you it wasn’t healthy and that love doesn’t begin like that, and you knew that, but another part of your brain thought about the moment he took care of you. You remembered when he hugged and cared for you and helped you in the bath; all those memories had a dark tone, but you missed him.

The nights where those mixed feelings kept you awake, you wished you could get over it all and just think it was in the past, but it was hard, and despite Jill insisting on you needing to “heal”, you thought that was never going to happen; you thought that you were forever broken no matter the new life you were living. Five years on, it was a little easier to handle, with an emphasis on “little”, but there were still improvements. You had your friend Jill with you, and you were starting to get to know Chris, finally getting over the fact he wanted to kill you when he first met you, but that was something to joke about now — an extremely dark joke, but a joke nonetheless. Even though you loved Jill, the most understanding person was Chris; your developing friendship helped you along the journey, whereas Jill’s constant talking about a “healing journey” was coming from a good place but put pressure on you on how you should feel and where you should be in that “healing journey”. You felt like she didn’t truly understand the trauma you were going through; of course, no one really did, but Chris managed to make you feel comfortable and like he was actually feeling your emotions.

You had talked to Chris about how Jill’s words affected you and made you continually think about your broken mental health. He offered a shoulder to cry on, and you felt a connection with him. These feelings were confusing; you longed for Chris to stay longer when you had your late-night chats when he went off guarding duty, but it felt wrong to have these feelings when you were still thinking of Leon and what could have been if he remained that sweet neighbour you would make meals for. You didn’t know if this was the beginning of what they call “moving on”, but all you knew was that you liked it when Chris sneaked past Jill’s room when she watched over Mason sleeping and how you giggled together and sometimes had a little nap in each other's arms.

Tonight was another night you would have those late nights with Chris; you two had gotten into that routine of waiting for Jill to put Mason and then drift off before Chris would get off guard duty — you two weren’t doing anything physically intimate, but you knew Jill wouldn’t be comfortable with you having a flirtatious moment with another man, especially Chris. You felt guilty — at times — knowing you were keeping something from your best friend, but you also knew that this secret wouldn’t last forever; this secret would last for a while but would come out of hiding if anything actually sparked between you two, but you know when you would admit it you would get a lecture and experience her overprotectiveness. You did understand why she was acting like this, but you also wanted some freedom now to take it at your own pace and not be constantly monitored.

You waited in your bedroom; your door opened a crack to let Chris know you wanted him to come in; the anticipation bubbled inside you as you waited for him; you loved feeling that excitement; you hadn’t felt that innocent thrill since when you used to give meals to Leon, you remembered the excuse of your awful portion sizes and the smile he would always give when tasting your cooking… You missed that. You often thought about what could have been if Leon had never gotten infected. Would you two have gotten together naturally if he was still the boy next door? Would it have been a beautiful romance? Well, it doesn’t matter how much you thought because it would never be a true reality.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts, you subtly jumped out of your mind to be taken back into reality when you saw the door open, then met with Chris’ smile when he saw your face.

“I’m not disturbing you, am I?” he closed the door behind him.

“No, no… I wouldn’t have had the door like that if I didn’t want you here,” you lifted yourself from the foot of your bed, putting your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his chest as he brought you in his arms, “I’ve missed you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know I had the effect on you,” he laughed. You just rolled your eyes.

Inside the dimly lit bedroom, you two sat on the floor on the comfortable fluffy carpet that was by your bed — you would often start your conversations here. You felt like you were wrapped in the warm comfort of Chris’ presence; the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a gentle hue that invited closeness.

“I don’t think Jill will be waking up any time soon… I heard slight snoring coming from Mason’s room,” you both laughed.

“Means she’s out like a light,” he moved close to you, and you caught the sense of his natural scent that drew you closer and brought that excitement back; it felt like a true romance was blooming, but those previous thoughts kept making you think otherwise.

“How do you think she would react to… all of this?” you asked to break some silence.

“To be honest, I don’t know, but… I don’t want to talk about that now,” you raised an eyebrow out of interest, “Y/N, I want to talk to you about something, and it’s fine if you don’t want to engage, but please hear me out.”

“Wow, just a few minutes, and we’re already getting serious.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it all day, but shut up for a bit and let me speak,” you both laughed, “For the past five years, we’ve gotten closer. I got to know you, and I’m glad you got over our first awful first impressions, but… I didn’t expect to have what we have now. We don’t do what usual friends do, fair enough, we’ve never done anything, but I feel something. I suppose I’m trying to say I feel something for you, I care about you, and I want to see if you feel the same, and maybe we could build on that.”

You looked down at your hands before saying anything, watching his anticipation: “Chris… I do like you, but… I don’t want to lead you on. I feel like we have something, but I think everyone knows I’m not totally over what you know who did with me; I mean, I don’t think I can do things like sex for a long time.”

“We don’t have to have sex for us to be something real,” he softly grabbed your hand, “I understand if you don’t want anything with me, but if you did, I wouldn’t rush you into things like that, I would wait… Sex doesn't always make something real; we could have our own terms.”

Thinking about your memories of Leon, watching Chris, and the warm energy you felt from him. When you looked at the picture of Leon in your mind, you had bittersweet memories, romantic at times but truly traumatic and what he did ruined your life; you were ready to admit that. But when you looked at Chris, you saw a new beginning, a broken beginning, but something that could blossom into something beautiful if you let it and let go of Leon's hold on you even in the grave.

“Kiss me,” he widened his eyes with shock, watching you to make sure, “Kiss me, and I’ll truly know if I’m ready to say yes to this.”

He leaned in slowly, his soft lips brushing against yours until the skin of your lips fully collided into a passionate kiss; you had to adjust to this intimacy you hadn’t had in years, but you melted into the rhythm and let it take over, your eyes were shut, and your hands reached for his shoulders, inviting you to roam your hands around. Chris moved himself closer, lost in the interlocking of passion that was taking hold of you two… Until it had to stop.

“...I do want something real with you, Chris… But please be patient with me.”

“Of course, everything that will happen, I will make sure you’re 100% okay with it… I won’t hurt you.”

You smiled softly, thankful for his understanding and how much he wanted to be with you. The night drifted with you two conversing, hugging, and finding the moment to kiss again, giggling about how much you missed that sensation with another, glad to share it with Chris.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Hours had drawn on, finally hitting where you two had to depart before Jill was up. Chris still couldn’t wipe that smile off his face, knowing you two were finally moving into something, not being ambiguous about anything. You two looked at the time, not mentioning it, to see if Chris would stay with you a little longer.

“I think I need to go before Jill finds out I’m here,” you wrapped your arms around him even more tightly.

“Will I see you again soon?”

“I’ll be here again before you go to bed, and I’ll see you throughout the day.”

You gave him a final kiss before parting with him, watching as he closed the door fully, letting you close your eyes and relieve the whole night for a few moments before Mason came rushing back into your room.

As you turned over, oblivious of the outside, Chris was met with the one person you didn’t want to see — Jill. Every morning, after the countless nights together, Chris would sneakily close the door without a sound, rushing back to his spot before Jill even woke up, only today she happened to wake up earlier. She stood there with her arms folded, head tilted as she waited for Chris to speak. He just looked at her, defeated.

“Speak of the devil,” Chris said to himself, “Jill, just say what you want,” he turned to face her.

She moved one step closer: “You can never help yourself, can you?”

This ignited subtle anger in Chirs; all those nights you two had, how you confided in him about Jill’s overprotectiveness, Chris thought about how he would tell you; you were probably overthinking, but now he could witness the overprotectiveness that made you feel like you were constantly behind in your process with trauma.

“Y/N can make her own decisions; I never forced myself or made her be with me; we just… kinda hit it off.”

“You know she isn’t in the right state of mind to make a decision; she’s traumatised, she needs to heal, and all you’re doing is… being a safe replacement for Leon.”

“I’m not a fucking replacement!” he raised his voice, “If it was a few months after, fair enough, but it’s been five goodman years; in those years, we’ve made something that is finally happening, don’t you dare call me a replacement.”

“Do you like her, or is it just the easy option with the lack of missions recently? I don’t trust that you’re being sensitive to her situation.”

“Jill… That’s low, and you know it is… Ask her yourself if you don’t trust me,” he looked away, returning to his spot.

“Oh, before you go, Chris,” he rolled his eyes, “Leon woke up, he’s downstairs in the quarantine zone being monitored… He wants to speak to someone; it might as well be the man moving in on the woman he has a child with.”

Right there and then, time had stopped. You weren’t aware of this, but Chris, Jill and everyone who walked the building knew Leon wasn’t dead as you believed. When you pulled the trigger, you didn’t damage any vital organs and allowed him to live. And now he had woken up… Striking fear in everyone and making everyone watch him like a hawk to protect you.

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May i have a platonic one shot between alastor x mother!reader? BUT MAKE IT ANGST

Like dude goes with vaggie and charlie to heaven sees his mom and shes horrified

Or it can be fluff if you want shes like overjoyed and moved to tears about seeing her baby boy again 😭 i apologize if this is weird i just need more of this man and his mom

A/n Hello my dear! No, it's not a weird request at all! I think it was actually quite sweet! Now, I hope you don't mind I did a mix of the two so hurt/comfort. Annnd Alastor might be a little ooc here, but I mean c'mon, he's seeing his mama for the first time in centuries. That'd make anyone soft. Anyhoot! On to the story!

Pairing: (Platonic) Alastor x Mom! reader

TW: None! Unless you count Hurt/comfort as a warning

Word Count: 802

Forever and Always

When Alastor asked to come with her and Vaggie to the meeting in heaven, to say she was uncertain was the understatement of the year. Hell, Vaggie was deadset against it. But Alastor was insistent. But it wasn’t his usual “Simply for entertainment!” excuse. He had this look on his face that was very un-Alastor-like. It was almost thoughtful to the point of seeming…hopeful or wistful.

But as she and Vaggie looked at the scene before them, both with surprised looks on their faces, it made sense. It even made Charlie believe that Alastor wasn't as cruel as he tried to put on.

“Al? I-is that really you, my boy?” You said as you slowly stepped forward. You just barely came out of Heaven’s grocery store when you saw a group of people being led by Sera and Emily. One you recognized as Lucifer’s daughter–the resemblance was uncanny. And another must be her partner, with how she looks at Lucifer’s daughter. But the third person is what caused your heart to skip a beat. Could it really be? After all a mother never forgets her children.

For once Alastor dropped his usual uncanny smile that everyone was used to for a much softer one. Even the usual radio static was nowhere to be found in his voice. “Hello, mother.” He said softly.

“Mother?!” Everyone in the group exclaimed.

“Now it makes sense why he wanted to come up with us Vaggie! Aww.” Charlie said.

Vaggie nodded but the stunned look never left her features. “Yea, I guess so.”

Sera cleared her throat. “Ehem, we’ll take our leave for now, but when you're done, just head straight to the building up ahead and the angel at the front desk will send for us. Come along, Emily.” She said as she gently pushed the now happily squealing seraphin forward.

You gave a nod of acknowledgment to Sera before coming to a stop in front of your son. You looked him over and felt tears prick in your eyes. “Oh Alastor, sweetie. You–you went to hell, didn’t you? And don’t you lie to me boy, I can see it plain as day with those clothes of yours.”

Alastor let out a sigh. He was looking forward to seeing his mother again, but this part? Not so much. “Not a thing could pass you, could it ma? Yes, I did indeed go to hell, but I can tell you I am thriving, why my radio broadcast is a complete hit down there!”

You let out a sigh of your own. You never would have thought that your precious boy would have ended up down there. You had a feeling in your gut that that might have been the case as the years went by and you didn’t see hide or hair of him up in heaven. “What could have you possibly done to end up in a place like that Alastor? I know I raised you better.”

Charlie and Vaggie both cringed at those words, he was definitely getting the old-fashioned parental scolding. But what they saw next, both Charlie and Vaggie wouldn’t have believed it if they didn’t see it for themselves.

Alastor was frowning.

Alastor looked down at the ground but then up at his mother’s face. He had to tell her. Maybe not all of it, but at least what started it all. Besides, who really wants to tell their beloved mother they became a serial killer? Not him. “I killed him, mother. I killed Father so he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.” He met his mother's eyes practically begging her to understand. “I won’t apologize for it, he deserved it. For what he did to you, to us and he would have done it to multiple people that disgraceful–”

Before Alastor could finish his rant though he was cut off by the warmth of his mother's arms wrapped around him. His eyes widened in surprise. She was hugging him?

“I understand honey. Now I don’t approve of what you did and it saddens me you ended up down there, but no matter what I am your mother and I will always love you. Forever and always.”

Alastor felt his breath catch in his throat at his mother’s words. Forever and Always. That’s what they used to always say to each other back when he was alive. I will love you forever and always. He had to take a deep breath and shove any and all of his emotions back down to where they came from. He was still the Radio Demon for crying out loud! He had an image to keep.

But he did hug his mother back. Because in this moment he wasn’t the Radio Demon. He was just his mother’s son. “Thank you, Mother. I love you forever and always.”

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