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rashomonss · 2 months

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A HUMANS WRATH

Part XV

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a/n: hey y'all!! yay i finally updated haha….im so sorry it took so long if you’ve been keeping up with my other posts you’ll know that february was not good to me haha

also i wanted to let y’all know that we’re finally reaching the end of this story!! i plan on only making a few more chapters then i believe that’ll be all!

lastly thanks for all y’all’s patience and continued support I love reading every one of y’all’s comments and theories, it means the world! love y'all ♡

warnings: violence, fighting, angst

express just how you feel, don’t bottle it up anymore

“MC how are you? Even though I previously saw you everyday I’ve missed this you” Diavolo said with a bright smile as you joined him for breakfast. No thanks to Barbatos’ constant pestering.

You gave him a polite smile and nod as a response. It was easy enough to come up with a basic answer that you were fine, even if that wasn’t the case at all.

However as he ranted on about missing you and what activities he’d enjoy doing with you after he finished his paperwork you couldn’t help but feel nauseous.

After all he dislocated your shoulder the other day and now he was acting as if everything was perfectly fine?

Even if it was another version of him it was still him in a sense, which filled you with unease. If that version of him could do something that significant to you without so much as a thought then you had every right to be worried.

Is this how the other version of you felt?

Is that why they hated being touched by any demons?

Another hearty laugh broke out sending a chill down your spine. It reminded you of when he cornered you in the hallway as you tried to escape.

“MC are you sure you’re feeling okay? You look a little pale?”

You went to nod but your body betrayed you. A new wave of nausea washed over you and you felt bile rise up in your throat.

“MC…?” Barbatos questioned as he moved closer to you when you ignored Diavolo’s question.

Your fingers gripped the soft tablecloth as you tried to ground yourself. If anything you refused to lose your stomach in front of them.

Both demons looked at each other worryingly and Barbatos went to place a hand on your shoulder for comfort. Immediately you jolted in response and slapped his hand away as a sensation of fear became present in the pit of your stomach.

You had no idea where it came from, much less why you were scared when the butler reached out to help you. But you did know one thing, you didn’t want anyone touching you.

“Don’t touch me!” you yelled.

Your tone of voice startled him and Diavolo but mainly you as well. What was going on with you?

You never acted like this before, even when staying in the other timeline for so long. So why now? Why was everything anyone was doing so triggering you in any sort of way?

“I apologize…I didn't mean to upset you, I only wanted to check if you were okay,” Barbatos replied as he backed off. Even though he didn’t bother showing it, he was clearly worried about your current mental state. It appeared to be out of control ever since you returned. Which was another point he’d have to bring up with him later, since many instructions weren’t followed.

“…I’m…heading back to bed” you replied as you swiftly stood up and made your way to the door.

“But…you just woke up” Diavolo said softly but you were well out of range for his voice to actually reach you.

With a sigh the butler looked to his lord then to the floor. Maybe they weren’t the right demons to welcome you back after being gone for such a decent amount of time. It was better if you were around demons you were used to, ones that were comforting.

So he picked up his D.D.D and quickly called the first demon that came to mind.

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Seven bodies rushed towards you faster than you could process and some large beautiful roses were shoved in your face as you tried to process everything that was going on.

All seven of your demons began talking at once and exclaimed how much they had missed you.

“Oh MC! I can’t believe you’re back, I’ve missed you so so so terribly” Asmo cried as he clung onto your shoulder.

“Hey let go of them!” Mammon yelled in your ear as he tried yanking you away from Asmo.

“Stop pushing” Belphie groaned as he hugged your frame from behind.

“Mammon stop yelling so loudly” Levi shouted out as he was hugging you from the same side Asmo was.

The other three demons who weren’t suffocating you were also arguing with their brother as they clung onto you. Yelling and shouting could be heard from all around you as you stayed in place watching all seven of them yell back and forth like children.

It was too overwhelming. The yelling in your ear, the way one would hold you tighter if they got mad, the way four of them were putting all of their body weight on you was too much for your liking. And the fact the other three were aggravating the four who were holding onto you.

You felt so suffocated.

You were suffocated in your own timeline due to your willingness to indulge all of the seven demons you lived with.

You were suffocated in the other timeline because you decided to show some demons some kindness they hadn’t experienced for a very long time. Look where that got you. A dislocated shoulder and some unresolved issues that you refused to acknowledge.

You were suffocated with the prince and his butler. They always were on some type of schedule, and when you didn’t follow what Diavolo wanted at that very second, you would never hear the end of it from Barbatos.

Why was everyone so demanding?

God forbid you do something for yourself for once.

You struggled in their grip and tried to get their attention to possibly settle down. The constant loud yelling was getting you more agitated by the minute and frankly you were getting a headache.

Just as you were about to speak someone yelled over you and a fight between two of them broke out. Since you were absolutely fed up with it you shouted for all of them to shut up and pushed them off of you.

Each of the seven demons shut their mouth in an instant and the prince and butler looked at you with a worried expression. Due to that being the same tone of voice you used with Barbatos earlier he knew that something was obviously wrong.

Diavolo then spoke up for you as he walked over to the brothers. “Don’t mind them, a lot is on their mind right now especially since they’ve dealt with so much physically and emotionally these past couple days. So please give MC some space to relax”

You in turn shot him a glare. “I’m perfectly fine. However I don’t appreciate it when someone is screaming in my ear and putting all their weight on me while others are fighting in the background like children”

“How about you head back to the House of Lamentation. A lot is on your mind MC, it would do you good to go rest in a place you’re comfortable and familiar with” Barbatos then added trying his best to ease the tension in the room and change the topic as well.

With a nod you departed with the brothers about fifteen minutes later for a silent trip to the House of Lamentation. Each of them were too worried to bother you so they all left you to do your own thing when you all got home.

However Mammon was still going to try to comfort you in his own way.

“Hey MC, ya wanna hang out and watch a movie? I got a few in my room and we can relax” he asked with a soft smile as she walked up behind you.

“Thanks but I’d rather rest right now, maybe later” and before he could even finish you were off.

It was odd, during any other time you would’ve enjoyed hanging out and relaxing in his room like you used to but as of now you really wanted to just be by yourself.

So quietly you made your way to your room and when you opened the door you were absolutely applauded by the way it looked.

Everything was everywhere and the decorations you had of you and your demons were ripped and taken down. Clean clothes were piled onto a chair and your bed was an absolute mess as a few shits and things littered the floor.

However you were too tired to take care of it at the moment. Due to how emotional exhausted you were a nap sounded lovey so you plopped down and in minutes you were out.

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Around late afternoon you had walked into the kitchen to grab a snack since you didn’t exactly have much of an appetite after everything that had happened in the past two days. Surprisingly enough two demons were already occupying the kitchen when you arrived, one gossiped and the other listened even though he was believably bored.

“MC” Satan said with a smile, he was very grateful that someone showed up to stop Asmo’s rambling.

With a nod you dug through the fridge and grabbed something to eat and walked over to the two hesitantly.

“What are you both talking about?” You asked after they stayed silent and smiled at you.

Amso was the first to perk up and tell you. “Well we were just talking about some new gossip about this one actor and her husband, some people we know and you…well the other you”

“The other me?” You asked

“Yeah the one you switched with remember.” Satan added.

You nodded and then looked at them before responding. Just how did the other version of you act? Were they like the other Barbatos said? Angry, stubborn, and everything. Did they treat your demons like how they’d treated theirs? So many questions ran through your head at once, but you opted for only asking a basic one.

“So just how was the other version of me?”

“They were a bit intense at first…no I take it back they were really intense at first, but in reality they only wanted one thing in the end then they finally were content” Asmo said as he reapplied some lipstick to his lips.

“Really what did they want?” You asked, now interested in the other versions' motives.

“They just wanted an apology. After Belphie gave them an honest heart to heart in the planetarium they finally calmed down and we were able to be civil with them” Asmo explained.

“Yeah and they even started opening up a bit, although they were exactly like you so learning about what they liked was cute since we already know what you enjoy” Satan added with a smirk.

You tuned out the rest of the conversation they were having with you as you focused on the said “apology” Belphie gave the other version of you.

So it was true and they weren’t lying when they talked to you previously in the attic. Somehow that ticked you off even more.

“Oh yeah and we’re so sorry you had to go through all that crazy timeline stuff dear, I bet it’s been so exhausting huh?” Asmo asked as he rubbed your back.

“Uh huh” you replied and then brushed him off as you excused yourself out of the kitchen without another word, causing the two demons to look at you with a slightly confused expression.

Silently you paced around the house for a bit as you rethought about what the two of them said. With a sigh you ventured into the common room and stared at the fireplace. So you were worth a basic sorry but not one that took responsibility for all the damage they caused you?

It’s not as if their words actually meant anything. Honestly if they had been keen on sweeping the whole incident under the rug then why even offer the other version of you an apology?

They did it to better help them heal?

Bullshit.

What about you?

How come they could do that for anyone else other than you?

When you’ve helped them so much.

Your rage and jealousy had been bubbling up inside you for so long that it finally reached its breaking point.

If anyone was supposed to receive any words or actions of their forgiveness it should’ve been you and you were tired of pretending you didn’t deserve anything less than that.

In a rage you trashed the common room as Asmo and Satan watched in horror since they just happened to walk by.

They rushed to try and stop you but you used your pact to stop them in place as you broke everything in sight. The sound of yelling and glass breaking alerted all the other demons in the house and soon the rest of them watched in awe as you demolished anything in your path.

Mammon ran to you as you ripped the roses they all bought for you and tore them to shreds right in front of them. When he reached you he grabbed you by the arm and you shoved him away and yelled at him in response.

They all just kept getting in your way, it was so unbearable.

As the six demons froze in place due to their activated pacts you picked up one of the large vases Lucifer loved and proceeded to lift it up to throw at them.

“This is all your fault! Look at what you’ve done to me” you screamed out to the six demons standing in front of you. Your cry was not one of just anger, they could sense the sorrow in your voice. The way it cracked and longed to just be healed.

You wanted someone to comfort you and the ability for someone, anyone honestly to just acknowledge what had happened to you. Maybe then if they did you could finally feel like your feelings were valid, rather than unnecessary and pointless.

Fresh tears fueled by pure anger and frustration fell from your eyes as you got ready to swing the vase at the six of them. That was until the youngest brother rushed in front of his brothers and spoke.

“This is my fault MC, please don’t take it out on my brothers” Belphie said as he stepped in front of the six of them, shielding them with his body.

“No it’s not just your fault. It’s all of your faults. Don’t feel too special Belphie, you're not the only one out of your brothers who has tried to kill me.” you spat out.

“Each of you have threatened to end my life at least once ever since I’ve been here, and believe me I haven’t forgotten a single moment of it. Unlike before I continued to ignore what happened just like all of you but I’m fed up now.”

The seven demons looked at themselves then back at you and sighed.

“MC we’re truly sorry, you know we-“ Lucifer began.

“I don’t want your apology. It means nothing to me anymore. Especially since you can go and hand it out to whoever now” you replied swiftly, cutting him off in the process.

“Then if I truly can’t make you believe me I’ll show you.” Belphie then said quickly.

“And how do you expect to do that?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your body.

“Take it out on me.”

“Excuse me?”

“All of your anger, everything you’ve had building up. Punch me, hit me, choke me, do whatever you need to do so that you don’t have to feel this way. I know my apology means nothing to you, and believe me this is much more selfish of me to ask you to do this but I want to make it up to you MC. Even if you’ll hate me for the rest of your life I want you to get the closure you deserve. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you. For as long as I live”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked at him in shock. You hadn’t expected him to actually respond like that, much less take responsibility for everything that had happened.

“Belphie-!” Beel began, he was still standing back with the others, but the worried look on his face was apparent as he watched his twin pour his heart out to the person they both cherished.

Belphie shook his head at his twin then looked back towards you. “I promise MC, I’ll show you how much of a better demon I can be. So go ahead”

The six demons behind you watched as you slowly approached the youngest hesitantly. Surprisingly enough he still had the same soft smile on his face as he watched you come closer.

Then you swung.

With a swift punch to the face, right on the nose Belphie stumbled back and grabbed his face as a small drop of blood pooled out.

You swung again.

And again,

And again.

As you watched the youngest fall to the floor you continued. And for some odd reason you didn’t feel bad about how beat up he was beginning to look.

Instead you finally felt a form of closure for the first time.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #demon brothers #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me levithan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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halfmoondaze · 2 years

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Silent Treatment

“My feet are killing me” Y/N said as she stepped into the passenger seat.

When she got no response, she started to worry.

Y/N and Jack had just left the party they were attending, and he was quick to nonverbally express his discomfort, making Y/N grow anxious at the thought of her doing something to upset him.

She was scared of asking but deep down she knew she needed to find out.

“Jack are you mad at me?”

No response.

That told her everything she needed to know. She always tried not to upset him because she loved him. Growing up, her parents would always use silent treatment as a way of punishing her. And as time passed her anxiety increased as she remained there in the passenger seat trying not to cry.

“I’m sorry If I did something to upset you” she softly muttered looking down.

Nothing.

They managed to arrive home without Y/N breaking down.

Even though she was scared of confrontation, she still wanted to get to the bottom of this.

She found herself quietly walking behind Jack trying to find the courage to say something.

As he sat in the bed scrolling through his phone ignoring her presence, she stood in front of him.

“hey…..um….I don’t know what I did….but I'm sorry I upset you. I miss you”

“Of course, you don’t know” he muttered under his breath still not looking at her.

“Would you please stop” she softly said on the verge of tears.

“Excuse me?” he said lifting her gaze to her.

“I don’t know what I could have done to upset you this much” she said. “But I feel like you’re just being cruel. I just- I’m sorry” she said as she left the room before bursting into tears. His face softened as he realized how bad he had been treating her all night.

The truth was that, while in the nightclub, this guy kept flirting with y/n but when she made no effort to stop him, he became hurt at the thought that he could lose her to anyone. And even though he knew deep down, that she didn’t have eyes for anyone but him, he couldn’t help himself from lashing at her.

That night, Y/N cried herself to sleep in the guest bedroom.

The next morning, Jack decided to make things right.

Y/N heard a soft knock on the guest bedroom.

“Come in” she softly said knowing it was him.

Jack entered the room and that’s when his heart broke into a million pieces at the sign of y/n with bloodshot eyes; knowing he was the reason for it.

“I'm sorry I made you feel neglected. You didn’t deserve any of that. I was mad at you for not saying anything when guys would flirt with you. Which is no excuse for the way I behaved. What I failed to realize was that you were probably feeling uncomfortable in that situation, and I should have stepped in and talked to you, instead of shutting you out. I'm sorry”

“I- I would never do anything to hurt you like that”

“I know baby” he said kneeling beside her.

She looked down and started nervously playing with her hands. She seemed like she had something on her mind she wanted to get out of her chest. So, Jack waited for her to say something.

“I- I know is stupid….that I’m crying like a baby over this” she said looking down.

“No of course not” he said moving a piece of her hair away from her face.

“The truth is…..that growing up” she stopped trying to collect her though. “As a way of punishment, my parents would ignore me….while also not telling me what I did wrong”

She took a deep breath as she felt tears running down her face again.

“I guess…..last night I felt like that after a long time”

“Y/N I'm so sorry. I hate myself for making you feel that way. You deserve all the kindness in this world. You didn’t deserve any of that and I truly don’t deserve you”

“I’m sorry I stood there and didn’t say anything”

He pulled her into his arms and held her close.

The thought of possibly losing Jack like that, triggered something in her because as soon as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, she started silently crying.

“It wasn’t your fault” he kissed the top of her head. “You have nothing to apologize for”

And they stayed like that until y/n stopped crying and her breathing pattern went back to normal.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jack x reader #jack x y/n #jack x you #shy!reader

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zeglythofficial · 3 months

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Tarot 2.0 - Today’s Reading Drama

Tarot 2.0: what the fuck happened? Did all hell broke loose?

Me: yes!

Tarot 2.0: sounds like a personal problem to me

Me: T liked R’s sexy pic then unliked it hours later.

Tarot 2.0: he saw her nipples and masturbated like any horny man then realized how it looks and unliked it. Still not my problem.

Me: he’s done this before! Liking then unliking pics of R allegedly and of other women too.

Tarot 2.0: An Aquarius man never misses their chance to be flirts.

Me: Speaking of women, he’s liking IG models pics *blah blah*

Tarot 2.0: all this happened today?

Me: YUP!

*Tarot 2.0 runs to grab her cards*

What does Francis think of Zeglyth?

Tarot 2.0: who the hell is Francis? This is turning into a mess already

Me: the director of THG! Did you forget already?

Tarot 2.0: oh, if they’re not important I forget quickly. can’t keep up with these people. Who’s asking about him? And why?

Pulled: Five of Wands (reversed)

Clarification: Ace of Swords

Tarot 2.0: oop! I knew he had the tea.

Me: you didn’t even remember him!

Tarot 2.0: I remember now so doesn’t matter! He witnessed an awkward moment between R and T. And he refuses to have drama on his set. Maybe R and T couldn’t get the kiss right or was having issues filming the scene and Francis was like “hell no! Clear the air because I have a movie to do!” That’s right, King!

I’m sensing they needed multiple kiss rehearsals but something felt off and Francis calmly addressed it. T froze up and R didn’t want to speak up so he kind of knew something went down. Oh this is good! Francis is so sweet, aw! He helped them through the awkward kiss and asked them what felt right, sort of giving them the freedom to direct how Lucy Gray and Coryo would kiss. He’s a very smart man. In his mind he was like “oh they kissed off camera so let me step back and let me do their thing.”

Francis is happy he got the chemistry right hahaha. Like he can’t believe he struck gold with those two. Doesn’t really care about their off screen issues though. He got the chemistry and love scenes he wanted so he was like “not my problem anymore, hope they work out their feelings.”

Also he’s not a fan of J.

My King!

Me: how does HS feel about zeglyth? You mentioned H knew the tea too

Tarot 2.0: shut up!

Me: You love me

Tarot 2.0: love is subjective

Pulled: Page of Swords

Tarot 2.0: NOW this is juicy omg. HS is my Queen. Sparks were flying on set. Whew. T and R overwhelmed her when she arrived. She was like what the fuck is going on here? She witnessed some flirty banter between them and thought they was fucking. Only for J to declare himself as R’s man. HS was shook. She was like us, she didn’t understand how R and T weren’t together. HS came very late too, right? Like the last few months of filming so everyone was already used to Zeglyth shenanigans. Wait a moment, hold the phone. All the cast and crew were in silent agreement not to mention Zeglyth’s chemistry and flirting. They had everyone confused. Why is everyone so confused while J is on set? He’s so forgettable that even some of the cast forgot he was dating R.

Who would be the first to make a move? R or T?

Pulled: Six of Cups

Tarot 2.0: T needs to make the first move but technically it would be R. She needs to give him a signal or sign to step up because he won’t just ask her out randomly. He’s very nervous around her and his feelings. It’s probably the first time in his life he’s scared of being rejected or losing a friendship over romantic feelings. He would rather wait until she’s ready then he can confidently make his move. So I guess both make the first move in their own way!

What would zeglyth be like as a couple?

Pulled: Ten of cups

Tarot 2.0: a couple of fools! Marriage and kids stay in their readings doesn’t it? I’m sick of them. They will have some communication issues and if they work past the initial conflicts in their relationship then it will lead to marriage and kids. If not, they will struggle and resent each other. Communication is a must here. He needs to provide stability and she needs to provide space. So if he’s not consistent, she will leave. Good luck, R! Aquarius are known for their indecisiveness and independence. If she’s too clingy, he will leave. Good luck, T! Tauruses are super possessive and passionate. They need to compromise, especially him. R is not BB! BB is chill but R will get on his ass about certain stuff.

What would R be like as a gf to T?

Pulled: The Magician

Tarot 2.0: oh I rarely get this card. R is working her magic! She’s very intense, deep, and strongly committed. She’s amazing gf tbh! And to be blunt, the sex between them is a bomb. Like damn. T will be throwing her back OUT. Wow. He’s serious about her and is treating her right so in return, she’s putting in max effort!

What would T be like as a bf to R?

Pulled: Ace of Cups

Tarot 2.0: He brings a lot of positivity and adventure to R’s life. However, he overwhelms her and needs to slow down. She’s not used to a lot of excitement and energy. She needs to be open to new experiences though because T will not be sitting at home all day. He has things to do and a life unlike J. T’s very active which she can exhausting to her sometimes. But he’s a great bf! He’s very happy with R and thinks they can grow together.

What’s T's current mood? Why did he unlike her pic?

Pulled: The Fool (reversed)

Clarification: King of Cups (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: he’s a deviant! An Aquarius in his prime, dick hard and perked up! He’s attracted to her obviously and he’s thinking about her often.

One thing about tables, they sure turn! Whew! Every time I asked T about his thoughts on R’s online activity, I pulled this card and now I’m pulling the fool card on him! HAHA. Okay so he’s being very risky about his relationship right now. Extremely dangerous and this will cause problems with BB. It is causing problems actually. He’s being very immature right now and is not treating BB right, he’s emotionally distant. An Aquarius acting a fool before Valentine’s Day? What else is new!!!

How does R feel about T unliking her pic?

Pulled: Three of Wands (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: she’s disappointed and she doesn’t know why he did that. She feels like it’s 2 steps forward and 5 steps back with T. Like every time they make progress, he disappoints her somehow. Then she feels guilty that she’s disappointed about her friend not showing romantic interest or giving mixed signals. She doesn’t like how hot and cold he is. This causes her to put him in the friendship box because she’s having doubts about him as a romantic partner.

In general, what’s going on today? With R and T?

Pulled: The Hangman (reversed)

Tarot 2.0: R’s kitty has him losing his mind.

Me: excuse me?

Tarot 2.0: You're excused! T is being very impulsive right now. Just bad decisions after bad decisions. He’s afraid of starting over in his relationship and making the wrong decisions. So instead of thinking things through, he’s jumping to conclusions and acting rash. It’s very out of character. Did something happen over the weekend? I don’t know but his energy is different from Saturday. He’s giving me very toxic vibes rn.

Is T jealous of J and other men (about R)?

Pulled: Seven of cups

Tarot 2.0: this guy is so fucking funny. He thinks she has too many options and doesn’t like that but he has options himself so what’s his fucking problem? He’s used to being the only one who wants someone but he’s never really dealt with competition before. R is making him lose his mind. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s questioning his current relationship because of her. He’s fantasizing about a life with R but doesn’t want the smoke! She has MANY offers. More dick is being thrown at her than a hot dog eating contest. J is so clueless.

Lord have mercy. He doesn’t get butterflies with BB anymore and is trying to force them to return. You can’t fake feelings, Buffon! He loves her but he’s like, could I love R more? Yes, dummy! But you’re not ready for her clearly.

How does T feel when R says she loves him?

Pulled: Judgment

Clarification: Page of Swords

Tarot 2.0: He needs to be patient with her. To him, declaring love isn’t something people should say freely. Like sure you can love your friends but it’s painful for him to hear her say that in certain situations. Like even calling him a friend makes him sad sometimes. They’re obviously friends but there’s a lingering romance there. At the same time, he’s grateful for her attention and love but wishes she would stop. He can’t move on or think clearly with her doing that. She keeps reopening a wound he is trying to close.

They’re both so dramatic.

#written in the stars #zeglyth #tarot 2.0

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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RE8 women get pregnant by Y/N: Bela

18+ Minors DNI

Y/N knocking up Alcina’s precious first born? Pure chaos lol. I love Bela, she’s so sweet (And hot). This was so fun to write. Let’s get into it!

Bela and Y/N had started off as a forbidden tryst. Y/N was a servant (One of Alcina’s favorite), however, Bela was scared Alcina would kill Y/N in a fit of anger if she found out about their relationship, so she tearfully broke it off. It was the only way for her to secure Y/N’s safety.

Bela was heartbroken. The one person she had ever fallen for, and she couldn’t have them.

Y/N surprised Bela, though. They stupidly asked her (Very deadly) mother for permission to court Bela, knowing the full dangers of what they were requesting.

When Y/N knocked on Bela’s bedroom door that night with flowers and explained what they did, she was simultaneously thrilled and pissed off at Y/N for taking such a big risk. She pulled Y/N in for a kiss before she berated them for their foolish actions.

Alcina was actually delighted that Y/N and Bela were dating. She valued Y/N greatly and she only wanted the best for her daughter.

Y/N was a bit of a troublemaker and often got affectionately scolded and yelled at by Bela. The eldest daughter gave Y/N rules for a reason, if they broke the rules, they would have to answer to her.

Bela’s favorite thing to do was curl up with Y/N and read out loud to them. Y/N couldn’t even tell you what the current book was about, but they loved the sound of Bela’s voice. Y/N often took this opportunity to feel Bela up a bit. Sometimes, this turned Bela on, other times, she would smack Y/N’s hands away and complain about how they weren’t listening to her. It was a risk Y/N was willing to take.

Sex with Bela was the best. She was so happy and carefree. She frequently let Y/N take the lead.

One morning, Bela made Y/N help her organize some books in the library. It was a punishment for something stupid they did a few days prior. Y/N didn’t mind. Any time they could spend with Bela was precious. They had a feeling Bela also just wanted to spend time with them… They were right. Bela loves just being around Y/N. Their simple presence calms and comforts her.

Y/N tried their best to stay focused on the task… However, Bela’s butt sure looked cute when she reached up to grab more books.

“Y/N, could you hand me that-” Bela froze when she felt Y/N press themself into her back. She let out a soft whine and cursed herself for getting so hot and bothered by the sensation of Y/N’s body pushing against her.

“I’m getting kind of bored moving books, Bela. Come take a break with me.” Y/N grinned. They had her now.

Bela and Y/N retreated to a secluded reading nook in the back of the library where no one ever went. A lot of lovemaking happened that morning… Bela still insisted that they organize the books before they left, though.

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A few weeks later, Bela was feeling… Weird. She didn’t know why, but she was constantly ravenous. She would go out for a hunt in the morning with her sisters, which should have staved off any hunger for the rest of the day, and then immediately come back to the castle and devour a few of the unlucky prisoners in the dungeons.

Then, all she wanted to do was sleep. She slept the least out of her sisters, so this was quite concerning to her.

This had been going on for about a week now and the strange urges were slowly growing more intense.

Y/N walked into Bela’s bedroom one evening, not long after the start of her odd symptoms, and found their lover sobbing on her bed. They were alarmed and ran over to see what was wrong. “Bela! What’s wrong, babe?! Are you hurt?!” They asked, panicking.

Bela just looked at them and tried to speak through her tears. “I-I read t-this book, and one of t-the characters gave a-another character a flower that t-they knew was the other’s f-favorite kind! It was s-so beautiful!” She buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder and cried harder.

Y/N was confused as hell. “Um, okay… Well, I’m sure the author wouldn’t want you to cry about that. It’ll be okay!” They reasoned and wrapped their arms around her.

Bela’s mood shifted entirely at Y/N’s comment. “Are you calling me stupid, Y/N?” She asked dangerously, pushing Y/N off of her.

Y/N felt whiplash. Bela’s previous tears, not a second earlier, were completely gone. Now she looked poised to kill.

“W-what?! NO! I didn’t say that!” Y/N said, terrified.

Bela crossed her arms defensively. “Oh, then you must think I’m a silly hysteric, is that it?!” She yelled.

Y/N was the one about to cry now. “Babe! No, I wasn’t trying-”.

Bela promptly screamed at Y/N and kicked them out of her room for the night. Y/N didn’t know what the hell was going on with Bela, but even a doofus like them knew something was off.

Y/N sadly went to go sleep on the couch, but before they could even get comfortable, Bela came down, apologized, and tugged Y/N back up to her room.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I think I must be getting sick.” She said as she laid down next to them and snuggled into their side.

Y/N’s eyes shot to Bela. They started looking her over and asking what was wrong. Bela gently grabbed their face and tried to soothe their fears. “Y/N, I’m okay, baby. I just don’t know what’s going on with me.” She said and kissed their lips.

Y/N suggested that Bela tell her mother or Mother Miranda. They were so scared that something would happen to Bela. They loved her with everything they had.

Eventually, Bela decided to confide in Mother Miranda to see if she had any ideas as to what was causing her strange behavior.

Mother Miranda and Bela talked for a while about her symptoms, before the older blonde asked Bela for a blood sample. She wanted to rule out a number of illnesses.

Bela agreed and gave Miranda the sample she needed.

Miranda couldn’t believe what the blood test said when she read it. To say that Miranda was shocked when she discovered that Bela was actually pregnant would be a giant understatement. Prim and proper little Bela was not quite as innocent as she originally thought, it seemed.

She hoped Bela would be okay with this news. If not, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

Miranda came out, sat down next to Bela, and held her hand. “Bela, darling… I have to something to tell you, but I’m not sure how you’ll take it.” She started.

Bela tilted her head in confusion.

Miranda sighed and just told her. “Bela, honey. You’re pregnant.” She said.

The room was silent for a moment before Bela began panicking a bit and asking a myriad of questions. “What?! How? Oh, how am I going to tell Y/N?! They’re going to leave me!” At the thought of Y/N leaving her, Bela broke down crying. She couldn’t imagine life without them.

Miranda pulled Bela in for a hug and rubbed her back, whispering reassurances to calm her down. “Bela, you do have options. You don’t have to have this baby.” She offered helpfully once Bela had calmed down.

To be honest, Bela frequently thought about having kids. She wanted to carry on the Dimitrescu bloodline… It made her both excited and scared to think about having a baby with Y/N. She didn’t even know if she would make a good mom, but… In the end, Bela reasoned that she had always wanted to have children, why not start right now? She loved Y/N so much, and she felt giddy to know she was carrying a little piece of them with her.

“I’m keeping the baby, Mother Miranda” Bela finally said with a teary, awestruck smile. Miranda gave Bela another hug and congratulated her. Bela quickly thanked her for her help and made her way home.

Bela wanted to talk with Y/N right away. She was pretty sure Y/N would be happy with a child, but she needed to know for certain.

When Bela got inside, Y/N was thrilled to see her and ran up to give her a kiss. “Babe, you’re back! I missed you! Where did you go, anyway?” They asked.

The blonde blushed at Y/N’s affection. They were so sweet. “Y/N, let’s go talk in my room. There’s something I need to tell you.” She grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them with her, leaving no room for argument.

Y/N was worried that they were in trouble for something. “I didn’t do anything, I swear!” They tried to defend themself.

Bela laughed a bit, but assured Y/N they weren’t in trouble.

Finally, the two reached her room and Bela led Y/N to sit on her bed.

“Y/N, I have something to tell you.” Bela started out. “I… Um, this is really hard to say.” She admitted.

Y/N grabbed Bela’s hand and squeezed it. “Just tell me, Bela. It’ll be okay.” They offered her a smile.

Bela felt more relaxed at Y/N’s actions. “Okay, here it goes.” She cleared her throat. “Y/N… I’m pregnant.” She said.

Y/N had to take a minute to register exactly what Bela had said. After a few seconds, their excitement kicked in, but, they couldn’t resist poking a bit at Bela. “Is it… Mine?” They asked, and grinned cheekily.

Bela softly popped them on the shoulder and rolled her eyes. “Y/N, you are such an idiot.” She playfully scolded. She felt the tension she had been under melt away.

Y/N was overjoyed. “You’re gonna be a mom! I can’t believe it, I love hot moms! Win-win situation for me!”

Bela chuckled and kissed Y/N. She truly felt happier than she ever had. She had finally accomplished a dream she never thought she would: creating the next generation of Dimitrescus.

“Hey! You can read to the baby like you read to me!” Y/N thought out loud.

Bela immediately burst into tears at this. “T-that’s so s-sweet!” She cried.

Y/N freaked and tried soothing Bela by rubbing her back. “Please don’t cry, Bela!” They urged.

Bela finally stopped sobbing after a few moments and dried her eyes. “Sorry,” She blushed at Y/N. “Just crazy baby hormones.” She explained.

Y/N decided they needed to be more mindful of Bela’s moods. She was going to be pretty emotional over the next nine months, it seemed.

“Would you like mommy to read to you, baby?” Bela playfully asked her tummy.

“Oh, what’s that?” Y/N joked and pretended to listen to the baby. They leaned their head down to Bela’s stomach and nodded as if they were in a serious conversation. “The baby likes that idea!” Y/N cheered and Bela giggled.

“We have to tell my mother! She’ll be so excited!” Bela gushed and rubbed her belly. “Finally, I feel like my life is complete. We’re going to have our own little family, Y/N! It’s so cute!” She sighed dreamily.

Y/N, however, broke out in a cold sweat when Bela mentioned her mother. “Uhh… Could we wait a few days so I can get my affairs in order? I actually think she’s gonna kill me when she finds out.” They said, afraid of incurring Alcina’s wrath.

Bela laughed, but Y/N was pretty serious.

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When the two told Alcina about Bela being pregnant, she was a tiny bit pissed off, but only because Y/N and Bela weren’t married.

She found a pretty fair solution, though.

She unsheathed her claws and made Y/N propose to Bela on the spot while she watched… You’ve heard of a shotgun wedding? Well, this is an immortal vampire mommy wedding.

Of course Y/N was thrilled about getting to marry Bela soon, but they damn near peed their pants at Alcina’s scary ultimatum.

The Dimitrescu family is apparently white trash, they’re just rich. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #mother miranda

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tetsuromybeloved · 2 years

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defeated

♡ Ran Haitani x gn!reader

♡ fluff ?

♡ SPOILERS FOR TR CH. 247-249

♡ if something happens to Ran after the latest chapter i’m gonna fight everyone 😤 btw i’m kinda drama queen for writing this, hope you enjoy it <3

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The doorbell rang. You looked at the door from your place in the kitchen; it was 1 in the morning and you weren’t expecting anyone, so you wondered who could it be. You checked your phone to see if one of your friends texted you saying that they wanted to see you, but there was nothing. The doorbell rang again, so you went to see who it was through the peephole. You certainly didn't expect to see your lover Ran at the door, drenched from the rain.

You opened immediately and, when you saw the conditions he was in, you brought a hand over your mouth and gasped, “Ran…”. He smirked but hissed a second after, putting a hand over his stomach, “hi baby” he tried to say whilst you made him enter the house. You closed the door while Ran leaned over the wall next to the entrance, and crawled down until he was sat down. You glanced at him and bent down beside him; you moved a strand of hair out of his face and observed him from up-close.

He had bruises all over the face, a red eye, stained blood at the corner of his mouth, his hair were a disaster and you were sure he was also injured in other parts of his body; what happened to him to end in this state?. You knew he had a famous reputation among the gangsters as one of the strongest, but he didn’t look like he won this time.

“what happened to you…” you said, caressing his face trying not to hurt him even more. He looked at his left, avoiding your gaze, “nothing” he whispered; you felt your eyes glossy because, at that moment, he wasn’t the cocky Ran that you were used to see, but a bruised Ran, defeated.

You touched his chin to make him look at you, and it destroyed you to see his dejected face; you took him under his arm “can you stand up? I will clean your wounds” you said looking at him with pleading eyes. He stood up leaning on the wall, while you tried to help him.

You passed his arm around your neck and held him around his waist; you took your time to get to the bathroom, since Ran was leaning on you with all his weight.

You made him sit over the closed toilet and took the first-aid kit. He leaned his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes.

You got closer to him standing between his legs, and started to clean his bruises. He held you by your waist and gripped the hem of your t-shirt, sometimes hissing from the pain of the wound you were cleaning.

Looking at him in that state, your eyes started to get watery and your lower lip to tremble. You were scared for him. You had never seen him in such state since you started dating; he went to jail, engaged in street fighting, and joined gangs, so you were aware from the start that he was somewhat a bad guy.

But not once did you think he was a bad person; he was kind, and selfless when it came to you. He was cocky and sort of scary sometimes, but you considered him your safe place.

Your self control broke at those thoughts, and tears started to flow from your eyes; you were fast to dry them considering that you didn’t want to worry Ran. He was tired, beaten up and you wanted to avoid making his situation any worse.

You touched the hem of his suit and whispered “can I?”; seeing him nod, you began carefully unbuttoning his jacket. It felt heavy to the touch due to the material and rainwater; when you opened it you saw the black shirt, which you gently lifted up. There you saw red and purple bruises, and you couldn’t resist sobbing at the vision. You put a hand over your mouth and widened your teary eyes looking at Ran’s face, hoping he didn’t hear you.

But he opened his eyes and straighten up immediately the moment he realised you were crying. He hissed whilst bringing his hands to cup your face “why are you crying y/n, something happened?” you shook your head while he pulled you to sit down on his legs. He held again your face and you closed your eyes, laying your trembly hands over his. “d-don’t…” you couldn’t hold back your sobs anymore, which prevented you from talking; you were mad at yourself because he was hurt, but why were you crying?

You tried to wipe away the tears as he stroked your left cheek, but more started to fall. “tell me angel, please, who hurt you?” he murmured with a troubled tone, and you opened your eyes to look at his expression; he was sad, it was visible. His sorrowful expression hurt you and you finally realised you didn’t want to lose him.

“Ran…” you said shaking your head slightly, “I-I…” you tried to continue but it was difficult without air in your lungs. “you need to breath baby… do it with me” he inhaled deeply, hissing in pain, and you did the same, then exhaled slowly.

“I don’t… I d-don’t want to lose you Ran” you said between sobs and, through your blurred vision, you saw Ran’s eyes widened as soon as he heard you say those words. He held your head closer with one hand as he drew you toward him for a hug. You broke into sobs again, imagining a world without him, a meaningless world.

On the other side, Ran realised how much he loved you. You were the only one who found comfort in him and he cursed himself at the thought that you were sad and crying because of him. You were the only person who actually cared about him, and he made you worry because he couldn’t defend himself from a boy younger than him.

He damned himself for not being strong enough, and he wondered how he would protect you if he was weak himself. He was furious because you didn't deserve to cry for a boy like him, and you certainly didn't deserve to suffer as a result of his weakness.

When he felt tears fall from his eyes, he held you impossibly close to him and kissed your head; he hid his face in your neck and inhaled your scent. You smelled like home to him, and he swore to himself that he would do anything to ensure that nothing bad happened to you, so that you would never be sad again.

You were able to stop your tears and sobs after minutes that felt like years. You stroked Ran's hair before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. You could tell he had been crying because of his flushed cheeks and considerably more red eyes than before. With your thumb, you dried his tears while caressing his cheeks.

“I’m here for you… always” you said and left a kiss over his lips. “you are my world” you continued kissing him again, and as he stared at you in awe, tears began to leave his eyes again. “you are the best thing that ever happened to me” you said kissing him another time. “I can’t live without you Ran” you said smiling a little observing his reaction.

After some seconds, he cupped your cheeks and drew you close to him to kiss you. It was salty because of the tears, but it held every emotion that you two both couldn’t express in words. Because you were there, he felt like the happiest man on the planet; you, the person he couldn't stand years before, were the most important thing that had ever happened to him. He wanted you to know how much he loved you, but he couldn't put it into words. I love you wasn’t enough; he felt like he wasn’t enough for you.

It was hard to let go for both of you, but you eventually did when you couldn’t breathe anymore. You chuckled at his pout and left one last kiss on his lips. You straighten your back and he stroked your cheek, “i will do anything to avoid making you cry again y/n, i promise you” he said with a serious face; his eyes, however, were soft and held all the love that he felt for you. You smiled and shook your head while taking his other hand and kissing it, “just assure me you'll survive”. He caressed your cheek and nodded, “y/n, you are the one that keeps me alive everyday”.

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coffeexafterxmidnight · 2 months

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I have no idea what I'm doing but uh

Hi people in the Overwatch fandom! Let me introduce you to my omnic doctor OC!

Jillian "Jill" Herrera-Cortez - Caretaker

"Don't you worry, I'm the best mechanic in Mexico City."

A young woman with bright gray eyes, long black hair held up in a high ponytail, and freckled medium brown skin. She’s on the chubby side, but agile, with legs built for sprinting and calloused hands. She’s also short - 5’2, not counting the ponytail or boots. She prefers casual clothes - hoodies, t-shirts, overalls and jumpsuits left with the tops tied around her waist and the legs cut off at various lengths. Jill always keeps her safety goggles and collapsible toolkit on her - never know when an emergency will happen.

(forgive the somewhat outdated and inaccurate picrew, I can't draw.)

Jill is a talented mechanic who runs a dubiously legal Omnic clinic in Mexico City. Compassionate to a fault, she works hard to take care of those who come through her doors. She's not afraid to take risks, and her reckless behavior has gotten her hurt many times, but she keeps getting back up again because she believes she's needed. All she wants, in her heart, is to be like her childhood hero Mercy. She'd be a perfect fit for Overwatch... Which is probably why I tend to play her being kidnapped by Talon or Null Sector and forced to work for them instead, haha

Full backstory, written first person POV, under the cut:

Truth is, I try not to think about it. It’s easier to keep a secret, if it’s not always on the tip of your tongue. Maybe I’m the only person who thinks it’s a secret - I mean, who didn’t lose loved ones during the Omnic Crisis? But if I keep it to myself - tell my patients that my parents died in a car accident, if I really have to - then, maybe they’ll be more inclined to trust me. It wasn’t their fault what happened. I don’t hate them. Nobody should hate them.

When I was eight, I got in trouble at the orphanage for it, but by the time I was thirteen, I’d gotten good at it. How could I not? Didn’t matter how the nuns punished me, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch people hurt other people. And standing up for the Omnics never worked, so… I did other things. Misdirection, hiding the victims wherever I could, even the occasional dirty trick. But it wasn’t enough. I don’t see how no one understands - the Omnics are people. I feel more in tune with them than any human. When I was a child, I saw it so clearly. I was looked at the same way they were.

Nobody wanted me either.

I broke the law a lot, to get what I needed. They don’t just leave Omnic blueprints lying around online. At first I felt guilty, and scared. I wondered what would happen to the people around me if I got caught. Seems a bit silly now, doesn’t it? But I wanted to do more. I wanted to help. So I moved away when I was 16, set up a home in a rundown building, and put it back together. I fixed things for humans - still do! - and I bartered, and I negotiated, and I begged for what I needed. I stole. I survived. And nobody seemed to notice, when the Omnics slipped in through the door in the back, or when they came back out. Well, maybe one of my neighbors did, but she never said anything.

And the word got out. That I was kind. That I was safe. That I was good. That I was the best damn mechanic in Mexico City. That’s what I tell my patients, whenever I see them. I haven’t lost any of them, not a single one. Call that a miracle.

It was never just one powerful, traumatic moment. It was a thousand little cuts that led me here. And don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate humans. I can’t imagine hating such a vast, amazing quantity of life. There’s nothing wrong with being human. There’s nothing wrong with being Omnic.

Even now I just don’t understand why my remaining family never took me home. I had two older sisters, three uncles, an aunt, all of them I found after I grew up. I reached out to my siblings… never heard from them. I reached out to one of my uncles. He blocked me. I’m starting to think there’s a reason I’ve been thrown out of the family, and it’s not because of my clinic. What were my parents doing before the Crisis? I have no idea. All their records were destroyed, just like so many others…

I tell myself it’s okay to be alone, that I don’t need them. I wish I could lie to myself as easily as I do everyone else.

#overwatch #overwatch oc #overwatch original character #this is low-key terrifying to do i hope i don't regret this 😅

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ameliagiovanna0 · 10 months

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Chenford Week 2023 - Day 1: Inspired by Canon Day

Forever Looks Like This

AO3

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Tim and Lucy visit Angela in the hospital and they have a realization about their own future. Set after they get checked out after the big fight scene in 5x22

Lucy knocked on the door, Tim only a step behind her as she gingerly peaked around the corner.

“Hey,” softly squealed.

“Jesus, you look like hell,” Angela deadpanned when she saw them, pulling her focus from the newborn swaddled in her lap.

Tim frowned as they approached, “Nice to see you too.”

“Be nice, Tim. She just had a baby,” she chided as she smacked his shoulder, tossing her discarded vest onto the only chair that wasn’t occupied with baby items.

“You guys okay?” Wesley grimaced from Angela’s bedside.

Tim waved him off, “We’re good.”

Good may have been stretching it. Tim had bruised ribs while Lucy was left with a reddish purple hand print at the base of her throat and a pulled shoulder. But they were alive and together and safe, for the moment, so they were as good as they could be.

“How are you? How’s the baby?” Tim asked, turning his attention to Angela.

“I’m fucking exhausted. But she’s perfect; six pounds, eight ounces, 19 inches.

You want to hold her?”

Tim’s eyes momentarily grew wide before he schooled his expression and Lucy patted his shoulder, encouraging him.

“Yeah, of course-“

He tossed his vest on top of Lucy’s as Angela held out the wad of blankets and a pink hat toward him. He placed one hand at the back of the baby’s head and neck, his other hand spanning the entire rest of her body. He peered down at the tiny being in his hands and marveled at just how small she was.

Lucy loved the friendship Tim and Angela had. The fact that Tim has had her in his corner all these years made her smile, knowing he had someone looking out for him when he was too stubborn to do it for himself.

She nearly choked when Tim pulled the baby closer to his center and smiled at her. Tim had always been amazing with kids. His usual gruffness disappeared around children. He was reluctant to coach Tyler’s baseball team after Aaron volunteered him, but he enjoyed the hell out of it. He loved being able to mold these kids into better players and see the happiness they got just from playing a game together and having fun, even when they lost. It’s what a kids’ team should be. And occasionally having Lucy by his side on the field, sharing in wearing awful orange hats and t-shirts, was the kind of bonus that made him all warm and fuzzy inside.

“She’s beautiful, Ange,” he said as he peered down at her delicate features.

Angela reached for Wesley’s hand offering a watery chuckle as she watched her best friend hold her daughter for the first time, “I know. I made her.”

Lucy let out a breath. Angela clocked her expression and grinned, tugging on Wesley’s hand. She glanced at him, at Tim and Lucy, and back to Wesley as they shared a knowing look. She knew Tim wanted kids. He always had. She knew Lucy wanted kids. She also knew that Tim and Lucy were a forever kind of thing. Speaking from experience, she knew that seeing the man you loved holding a baby does something to a girl.

Lucy knew, logically, that it was too early in her relationship to be thinking about kids. It should scare the absolute hell out of her, make her want to run and hide. And for past Lucy, it would have. But with Tim, everything was different. She mentioned grandkids on their first date, and he hadn’t batted an eye. They knew from the get-go.

She watched Tim hold this tiny creature and look at her with wonder in his eyes, her heart thundering in her chest at the sight, and she couldn’t help but imagine him holding their baby. Her dark chestnut hair and his ocean blue eyes. Her eyes were wide and shining as she fell even more in love with him. He looked so comfortable, so at ease with a baby in his arms.

Angela watched Lucy watching Tim, her eyes sparkling with amusement before she broke the palpable silence, “So, you ready to be a godfather again?”

Lucy’s face broke out into a smile, momentarily forgetting her (not so new) revelations. “What?” Tim looked up at her like a deer in headlights.

“Godfather. You in?” she reiterated as Wesley stifled a laugh. Even exhausted and just having just given birth, Angela still had to mess with Tim and catch him off guard. Simply because she could. And it was highly amusing. God, he loved his wife.

Tim swallowed and grinned, “Yes, absolutely.”

Lucy wrapped her arm around Tim’s waist as he adjusted the tiny human, “Does she have a name?” she asked.

“Zoe Emilia Lopez-Evers,” Angela stated simply.

Lucy gripped Tim’s hip just a little bit tighter at the mention of their late captain’s name.

“You named her after Anderson?” Tim asked.

“Anderson was a trailblazer. It fits,” Angela shrugged as Wesley brushed her wild down at the back of her head with a warm smile, “Nobody expected Anderson to be the powerhouse she was, and we certainly weren’t expecting her,” she continued as she gestured to Zoe.

“She’d love that,” Tim said.

“And your mom?” Lucy questioned, recognizing Zoe’s middle name to be the same as Angela’s mother’s.

“Yeah, another strong, fierce woman she can look up to.”

Lucy smiled, “This little girl is always going to have an army of women behind her whenever she needs us.”

“Gimme the munchkin, Tim,” Lucy said, making grabby hands at the baby.

He chuckled and handed her over. He took a steadying breath as his heart began to race before stepping back and watching the scene before him unfold. Lucy had a nurturing personality. It’s who she was, and it was no exception with children. Especially with children. He watched as she cradled Zoe’s head in her hand and cooed at her, her face alight with love and fondness. She tucked Zoe against herself to free one of her hands and began running a finger over her features. Tim loved her so damn much, and he couldn’t wait to be a parent with her.

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Tim and Lucy walked hand-in hand down the hallway of the hospital, dead on their feet and ready to finally have some time alone and sleep. Tim’s mind was running circles around the image of Lucy holding Zoe like it was second nature when he grew anxious with the need to tell her. He tugged on her hand as he looked around to make sure they were alone before he looked back down at her and backed her against the nearest wall. He pressed his lips to her forehead before finding her lips. She placed her hand on his chest, surprised with his boldness and lack of a prelude.

“I want one of those,” he said without explanation.

But she understood, “Yeah?”

“Someday. I want one someday… with you,” he said, almost shyly.

“I want one with you someday too,” she said with a dopey smile, “But hey, maybe we’ll be married by then.”

“Are we just getting all of the big conversations out of the way tonight?”

Lucy’s head fell against his chest as he cupped the back of her head, pressing a kiss to her hair. She giggled and eventually looked up at him, “Oh please, we got the big conversations out of the way on our first date.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” he said, easing back and pulling her along with him, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe we’ll be married by then.” The man could be so cheeky when he wanted to be.

A startled but happy and in-love smile overtook Lucy’s face as she tucked herself into Tim’s side, exiting the hospital.

#i've decided to not overthink these fics and just post them #i'm a day late #chenfordweek23 #ameliagiovanna writes #chenford #chenford fic #chenford fanfic #chenford fanfiction #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez #wesley evers #wopez #amelia's chenfordweek23

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yourbestpalpercy · 2 months

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Iris’s opinions on the other cogs

Bored and was in class when I wrote this. Buckle up, I’m gonna try my best. As I don’t know a lot about the Cogs in ToonTown, I’ll most likely be going off of tiny headcanons and appearances. Warning, I’m mostly projecting.

Skelecogs: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” Iris is terrified of them. Absolutely horrified by them. It’s not even funny how terrified of them she is. She’s just– she can’t look at them at all!

Goons: “...Awww, pubby thingy…” Iris learned the term ‘Pubby’ online and only knows it’s used to describe something cute.

Cold Caller: “What’re you? …A blueberry? Why are you such a deep blue…??” Iris doesn’t like them that much.

Telemarketer: “...Creepy…” Iris shies away every time she sees them.

Name Dropper: “WHY ARE YOUR LIPS SO DAMN BIG!?” Iris laughs every time she sees Name Dropper, she cannot contain her laughter.

Glad Handler: “...Stop smiling at me like that…” Iris also finds them to be creepy. She doesn’t like how they smile.

Mover & Shaker: “Deceitful guy…up to mischief that one is…” Iris mostly doesn’t trust them. It’s a light hearted distrust though.

Two-Face: Two Face scared Iris too. She hides every time they’re around. She’s not terrified of them though.

The Mingler: “...Are you Name Dropper’s cousin?” Iris thinks Mingler looks dumb too.

Mr. Hollywood: “...Stop smiling at me like that also,” Iris doesn’t trust Mr. Hollywood.

Vice President: “....where are your legs…??” Iris thinks Vice President looks silly and is more comfortable around him because of that.

Short Change: “...Did-...did you just get less blue??” Iris cannot tell the difference between Cold Caller and Short Change. She thinks they’re the exact same person.

Penny Pincher: “Oh lawd, it’s the blue man’s red cousin,” Iris is constantly sassy to Penny Pincher.

Tightwad: “You look about two seconds away from throwing a temper tantrum…” She puts in ear plugs.

Bean Counter: “Also a mischievous critter…” No one can tell if these are endearing terms.

Number Cruncher: “HE CONSUME!! MONCH!!” Iris teases them a lot.

Money Bags: “...where is your face….?? do i want to know???”

Loan Shark: “SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHARK! SHA-!” Iris loves sharks. She thinks Loan Shark is rude despite her love of sharks.

Robber Baron: “Is that a mustache or a nose…?” Iris can tell, she’s just mean to a good chunk of the Cogs. …It’s technically in her code.

CFO: “...Stupid looking little sh*t.” Iris says this with a big dopey smile on her face. It brings her genuine joy to insult this one.

Bottom Feeder: Iris has no opinions on this one. Genuinely has nothing to say.

Bloodsucker: Iris will not stop with the vampire references. She WILL NOT shut up about them

Double Talker: “OH GOSH NOT ANOTHER.” Iris hides when she sees this one too.

Ambulance Chaser: “Nurse hat but…” Iris doesn’t understand this one.

Back Stabber: “...Can you stab people with that pointy *ss head??” Iris makes dart board jokes around this one.

Spin Doctor: Iris has assumed SD likes spinning and will never stop spinning one when she sees them. It becomes straight up sadistic after a bit honestly.

Legal Eagle: “EAGLE! CAW! CAW! CAW!!” Iris just loves animals, okay?

Big Wig: “...Eh, I’ve seen bigger.”

Chief Justice: “whyyy are so many of you stuck in big chairs???”

Flunky: “You have a silly name and a silly face. You are a silly boyo.” Iris likes Flunky. I also like Flunky.

Pencil Pusher: “You and Back Stabber should be friends^^.”

Yesman: “Why. What is with the big grins??” Iris broke down upon seeing this one. She’s terrified of their grins.

Micromanager: “BIG LIP. BIG LIP. BIG LIPS-.”

Downsizer: “...What kind of schemes are you up to…?” Untrustworthy.

Head Hunter: “You need a head? Maybe that’s why you’re hunting for them!” Mean Spirited teasing.

Corporate Raider: She has no opinions on them.

Big Cheese: “No way! It’s the guy from Roblox!” This is actually how I discovered ToonTown in a way. No, no one knows what Iris is talking about what she says ‘Roblox’

CEO: “...Chair bound f*ck #3 I see?”

Manager Bots

Factory Foreman + Mint Supervisor + Head Attorney + Club President: Same reaction as Skelecogs.

Derrek Man: She thinks they look cool and she also thinks that they have a plane somewhere nearby

Land Acquisition Architect: She really, really likes how they look. She hasn’t really gotten to know them though.

Derrek Hand: “Are you a drill…? Can I use you as such…??” Derrek Hand’s appearance confuses her.

Director of Land Development: Same opinion as L.A.A, she likes how they look^^

Public Relations Representative: Felt like these ones needed a personal Iris reaction.

“OH GOSH HOW DID THEY GET CREEPIER!?”

Director of Public Affairs: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!” Yeah, Iris is horrified by D.o.P.A.

Now onto the guys I actually like

Duck Shuffler: “Oh my gosh!! He’s so silly!” They frequently share :Ps between each other. She really likes Duck Shuffler and thinks he’s silly. “How can you see? I..I can’t tell!” “I can’t believe they don’t give you your own building. You’re much better than those weird CEOs or…whatever they are. The chair bound ones!”

Deep Diver: “...I’ve never seen the ocean before, is it pretty?” Iris constantly pesters Deep Diver about the ocean. Whether she knows about it or not. “I like your colors!” “What kinds of fish are there?” “Have you seen any purple ones?”

Gatekeeper: Personal headcanon, she plays DnD. Iris has played DnD with her before. She really likes Gatekeeper and wishes she wasn’t a Cog because she likes them so much. “Awww! I love your feathers!” “Does it ever get tiring wearing that armor?” “Are you the armor or just wearing it??”

Mouthpiece: I personally heard that she’s like a grandma. Iris adores Mouthpiece and despises H. Lesser for not letting Iris be around Mouthpiece more often. “D-Do you knit? I-I’m very sorry for forgetting…” “I heard from the others that you’re a great cook! I wish I could have a cookie…” “Sorry, Harold never lets us hang out! Says that elders like you don’t understand electronics…”

Firestarter: Iris likes Firestarter a lot! She likes the warmth he brings and thinks his shyness is kinda funny. She also constantly asks him about the snow. “Is it fluffy?” “How cold is it?” “Can I touch it without getting hurt?” “Can you bring some back for me to touch?” And so on.

Treekiller: “....I hate you…” Is often all Iris says.

Bellringer: “If I ring your bell, will it hurt you?” Meeting Bellringer is actually how H. Lesser found out that Iris could “slightly” use the wires in the building to do her bidding…when she started rapidly shaking Bellringer, sadistically. (I’m saying it now, I like Bellringer.)

Featherbedder: “OWL. HOOO. HOOOOOO. Hoo!” Iris really, really loves animals.

Prethinker: As Iris has access to the internet, they often talk about obscure facts. “..Literally no one talks about Cookie Cutter Sharks. I heard the term a few days ago and searched it up. Their bites are horrifying and NO one cares!” “Ever heard of a Sea Butterfly? They’re just as beautiful as the above world butterflies!” “So…didja know that butterflies sometimes are attracted to dead bodies and some drink the tears of crocodiles? Sadistic little things…” “So Dolphins right!?” Harold unplugged her so no one could hear what Iris had previously told him about Dolphins. Coward.

Rainmaker/Misty: You have no idea how much Iris absolutely adores Misty. Another headcanon, she draws sometimes. Iris would adore to draw with her but H. Lesser doesn’t often invite Misty over. Iris would jump into electronics closer to Misty but there’s not a lot down at the docks…also she can’t leave the building. “I really wish we could draw more..I love drawing with you!” “You would never drag me down!” “You’re the coolest person ever!” “I love thunderstorms, did I ever tell you that?” “The lightning you make is so much prettier than natural lightning!” “I love the sound of thunder and rain on the windows!” Another Cog she wishes wasn’t a Cog because she’s programmed to have a disliking for Cogs (to make her seem more trustworthy towards the Toons).

Major Player: Iris likes to dance with him. He’s fun! She really likes him! She also asks what kinds of music he likes.

Witchhunter: Man I didn’t even know this was a character until now. I got nothing… Iris likes witches and doesn’t understand the point in having a witchhunter if witches don’t exist. Supposedly.

Multislacker: “BEAN!” No one knows where Iris learned the term ‘Bean’ but no one really minds. Iris would adore to hug Multislacker and he’s actually one of the reasons Iris craves a body so badly. To give hugs! Iris also likes his Goon pet.

Plutocraft: “No way, just like minecraft,” No one knows what Iris is talking about. No one. She likes how Plutocraft looks but admittedly, she constantly bullies him because of his height.

Iris doesn’t like the Satellite Investors. “THEY ALL LOOK LIKE THE SKELECOGS!! GET THEM AWAY!!”

Chip Revvington: Iris finds him boring. She also thinks he looks ridiculous when he’s staring directly at her. She also also teases him because his face is a chainsaw. Chip just…barely looks at her, turning a blind eye and ignoring her insults.

Pacesetter: Iris likes Pacesetter as much as H. Lesser doesn’t. Pacesetter often compliments how Iris looks, making sure that H. Lesser doesn’t take the compliments for himself. They both adore being petty against H. Lesser together.

Litigator: “ALLIG-...you’re mean actually…” Iris doesn’t like Liligator, seeing him as an angry, ticking time bomb. Liligator makes Iris anxious. “D-Don’t sue me please!” “I-I haven’t broken any laws, I-I swear!” “I can’t even go to court, I can’t leave the screen!!”

Stenographer: She scares Iris almost just as much as the Skelecogs do.

Case Manager: Iris likes his design much more than his personality.

Scapegoat: “GOAT! GOAT! GOAT! BAAAH! BAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” I think I’ve stressed it enough how much Iris loves animals.

AND THAT’S EVERYONE!!

Everyone I’m mentally ready to write about^^!

And no I’m not doing the same thing for joykill. Iris knew or at least met all of these Cogs. Joykill wasn’t around long enough to meet anyone

#toontown #ttcc #toontowncorporateclash #toontown corporate clash oc #toontowncoporateclashoc #toontown corporate clash #ttccoc

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Hi sashiii ❤️ I saw your recent event and I was wondering if I could request Ace x fem!reader with a Romeo and Juliet kind of trope? (But with the happy ending of course 😉) Forbidden lovers planning on running away together and they finally meet but can’t seem to keep their hands of each other? And it can be NSFW please 🧚🏼‍♀️❤️ thank you so much I hope you find this prompt fun 🙈

Hii beautiful!! of course!! I did actually not just use the "Romeo and Juliet" torpe, but also made a little adaptation of it!! I hope you like it!! thank u for requesting! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ~ 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

tw: inspired on Romeo & Juliet, it's my own adaptation to Shakespeare's work of art, with a good ending (or maybe not, who knows, maybe both died and they find themselves in the after life... is up to you to decide which path chose). nsfw. oral sex, romantic and fluffy vag sex.

wc: 2.9k

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The freckled boy, the son of your enemies. The sun that shines always on his beautiful noble manor and his gardens. His wavy black hair flows with the wind, and his shirt always ends up in the ground when he trains during the afternoons. And he knows, the daughter of his father’s enemy looks at him from her own room, high, high in a stone tower.

His eyes sometimes meet, and the pupils burn, burn in desire…Because they are enemies, yes. But they are also lovers. They love each other. But nobody has to know.

The sun sets, the night comes and as the stars form constellations on the sky, his freckles do over his cheeks. Cheeks you got the chance to caress, so soft, so sweet.

“Name! Name!” he calls you from outside your windows. You widen your eyes, is that… him? The flowy fabrics of your night gown shine with the moonlight that filters in between the curtains as you walk towards your balcony.

"Ace? Ace! Where are you? I can't see you!"

Suddenly, him. He is quick and strong, and you suspect he has been training hard his body just to be able to climb to your room.

“Hi…” Ace whispers, always so respectful of you. “Ace… I told you we shouldn’t do this! What if our families find out?” you whisper back, so happy, and so scared because he has crawled up your balcony in the middle of the night. “If we broke the truce the Prince put for us, we will have to pay with our lives at sword point”

Ace sighs, it’s painful for him to be so close and yet so far from you. And frankly, your heart aches too. But you know you have to wait because love always wins, right?

“I’m really sorry, (Name)… I couldn’t look at you from my garden any longer, I needed to have you in my arms” he says, coming closer to your lips. His slightly tanned skin, his mouth so tempting. “Let’s run away. They will never stop hating each other, (Name)” he urges, as you go dumb just by the warm breath over your lips. “I don’t care about dying, as long as I can be with you”

You have to stop yourself from kissing him, and from crying. How is he planning on running away? They will notice, you will be found by the guards.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you?” he asks, remembering that banquet that he attended uninvited to find his brother’s lover and try to convince her to go back to Sabo. You nod, how could you forget the dance where it was announced you were looking for a husband. A husband you weren’t allowed to choose. “I do… you were the one who illuminated my life, Ace”

Ace sits properly on your balcony and pulls you closer, your face rests on his chest and his arms surround your frame. “Since then, I wanted to marry you… would you marry me?” he says, kissing the crown of your head. If there is something this man masters is beautiful romanticism without even trying.

Your eyes become watery, and there is nothing you would like more in this world than marrying the man you love instead of a random Count of your Kingdom. “A-Ace… of course I want to” you mumble, grabbing his clothes in tight fists and crying over the teared cravat of his shirt.

His hands land on the small of your back, pushing you even closer against his body. Then, warm fingers graze your chin up. His blazing eyes fix in yours, and the tip of your noses touch. The sweetest kiss follows, star-crossed lovers that have so much passion ready to be unleashed.

Will it be tonight? Will it be this, a beautiful hot summer night, the night where their bodies melt?

“(Name)!! Is everything all right?” your nanny’s voice echoes from outside your room, the noble young girl has to be monitored, she is a lady that must be respected and taken care of until you are walked down the aisle to another disgusting noble man.

You quickly break up the kiss, your face inspires true terror. But Ace knows how to ease your fear so easily… “Calm down, I got a plan! Wait for me, tomorrow night I will help you scape. Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing your hair back and earning a nod from you, putting blind faith on him.

He crunches over the balcony, grabbing his fancy burnt orange beret. “See you tomorrow, I love you” he mouths. And just when your nanny opens your door he jumps off and disappears into the night.

“Is the lady ok?” you nanny asks, coming towards a startled you. The warm breeze of Verona kisses your cheeks, and your heart pumps faster than ever. “I- I am…” you barely mumble, with eyes fixed into a marine blue velvety sky.

You server turns you around to discover some tears running down your face, she cleans them and sends you to sleep. “Still thinking on that young child of the Portgas, right?” she asks, helping you get into bed. “Tomorrow night will be a big night, Lady (Name). You will meet your future husband in the banquet” she says, tucking your sheets under your armpits.

But… I’ve already met him…

A new day has started with many servants getting you ready for the big night, you were made even to take a bath in milk and roses. Your hair, your nails, everything should be perfect for the party. Your beauty should be enhanced to the maximum… what a futile attempt to make you happy.

And as the night came, with your eyes always looking at the gardens of your manor, you never once thought Ace’s promises will be empty ones…

The banquet was noisy, violins, cellos, and everybody would wait for the tarantella to be played just to dance with their future lovers. And there it is, the man that will marry you… but Ace… where is Ace?

“Come on, (Name). Smile a little, we have accepted your request to wait a few months to get married. Now show some gratitude” your mother tells you, annoyed at your sadness. “Yes, mother…” you answer back, forcing a smile that’s painful and not real.

But, like a sun through the door, a little funny clown appears to animate the nobles and riches getting their bellies stuffed of the most gourmets preparations. “I’m the God of the sun! of laughter! Please, those drums of liberation!! Play that song for me!” the buffoon says, stretching himself and jumping all around.

You smile, it’s inevitable not to do so. He indeed looks like the Sun, a Sun in the middle of a night… and the drums of liberation? What does he mean?

Dancing to the sound of the barrels he comes closer and stands in front of you. “SHI SHI SHI! You must be the young lady, the star of this night!” he says, and quickly snatches some meat from your plate.

You can’t help but laugh at such lack of respect, he is too cute not to do so. He stretches his cheeks and shows you a big smirk, his eyelids have paintings and in his forehead the word meat.

“You like the stars when they form galaxies in the sky, (Name)?” he asks, all of a sudden. “Do you know I have a brother who has them all over his face?”.

You quickly understand what he meant… is this Ace’s plan? “I love them, I love the stars” you tell him, Ace is a true star.

“Cool, then, you should go to the kitchen after the party, I’ve heard you will find the way towards the stars if you eat something sweet! I did find the path towards the sun eating your meat! Thanks!” he whispers and jumps away to keep entertaining the party.

You are left startled. Ace…

You couldn’t wait much longer, of course you couldn’t. And right after the last person left the place and everybody was wasting his time fawning on a Count way older than you, drooling and waiting for a couple of months to pass to have you in his arms, you ran to the kitchen.

“Chef Sanji!” you find the blonde chef of your mansion smoking in his workplace after a long night of hard work.

His blonde locks move when he turns around to you, a sweet smile and a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Beautiful (Name)-san” he salutes you.

“I have come for something… sweet?” you ask him, well aware one of your guards is waiting right outside the window. Probably he had been chatting with Chef Sanji, even though they don’t usually get along.

Sanji lets a little chuckle out; his expression shows how much he understands what you just said. “To find the road to the stars?” he asks, opening a little wooden cabinet from the kitchen. “Uh…” you think twice about saying yes, the guard is looking at you with his single eye.

“Calm down, he is here to help you too… Lady (Name)” he sweetly whispers, putting in your hand a little truffle and looking at the guard with a cute smile. You observe the little dessert over your palm, and then to the cook and the green haired guard.

You open your mouth and close it again several times, what is that supposed to do? How is it going to help finding Ace?

“Eat this, it’s as sweet as spicy. It may burn a little, but then, the sweet chocolate will ease it. Just like love, (Name). You will fall asleep for a day; you will be safe. You will be taken to Dr. Marco. You know him?” Sanji asks.

You nod, Dr. Marco has always been your family doctor. But it was also the Portgas family’s doctor too… “Thank you guys…” you whisper, taking the truffle and letting the burning sensation in your tongue numb your life as you run through the halls of your home.

A new Sun awakens the cobbled streets of Verona, the heat of a summer over Italy make some flowers still shy to open after a long night.

You lay on your bed, completely unconscious. No response, even the strongest knocks on your door does not wake you up. Door that’s open by your nanny and mother, to find an inert body resting over your bed.

“My dear (Name)!” “Call Dr. Marco right away! She is not breathing!”

Doctor Marco fixes his glasses as he tries to find a little bump that would indicate your heart is beating on your cold wrist. But he says he cannot find it. You are gone, for ever…

Left over the stone of your future grave, your family members cry heartbroken. How did that happen? Why have you passed away? So young, so beautiful… Roses surround your body, all around that stone where your back rests. Your hands crossed over your belly and your hair let down framing your peaceful façade.

A dying sun caresses your cold skin with orangey rays that filter from the garden, the sky is tinted in lilac and the summer breeze plays with the silky fabric of your dress. The night slowly comes, and with that your family leaves your grave to rest, perhaps, a little.

“I’m here…” you hear, a whispering voice that warms your heart. “I’m already here, I’m sorry if I made you wait”

Soft hands over your cheeks, the warmth of his lips on your forehead. Slowly easing the comatose state, you were in by kisses and caresses, loving touches, full of hope and liberation. “A-Ace…?” you mumble while trying to beat the heaviness of your eyelids. You feel your mouth dry, but that doesn’t matter because the first thing you see is the galaxy on his cheeks.

“Hi” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Hi…” you utter, smiling so happily. If this is a dream or if this is reality, it doesn’t really matter.

Ace’s lips slowly reach for yours and closing your eyes you receive them. The first kiss of the new rest of your lives, along with his fingers interlocking with yours. Kiss that turns into the most passionate session of tongues dancing. It’s been so long, how many days you have waited for his kisses, for his hands?

“Should we get married first?” he asks once he lays next to your still a little weak body. “Let’s get married under the stars, right now” you tell him, sure marriage is nothing but sealing your love in an eternal promise.

Ace smiles, for the first time so sincerely, happiness fills his heart, and does yours too. “Do you take me as your husband, (Name)?” he asks, kissing your hand. “I do, (Ace). Do you take me as your wife, Ace?”

“I do, love of my life”

He pulls you up, sitting over the cold stone but surrounded by a blazing love, by a blazing desire. The freckled young man hand’s rest over your shoulders, slowly sliding your sleeves down them. Sweet pecks over your neck, down to your collar bones. None of you could wait any longer for this, you simply can’t.

Over the stone that would close your tomb, you will seal the deal that makes you free. The love that will lead you to a new life, what a beautiful paradox.

His kisses slowly makes you lay over what is now your bed, he takes his beret off revealing the wavy raven locks framing his galaxy face. You help him take his shirt off, barely ripping it with your own nails. Finally, his body, all for you.

Tan skin from a hot summer, from endless days training on his garden under the sun. His fingers buried on your hips, lifting your right leg. Leg that ends around his, carving your heel onto his calf. Hardness against wetness, his kisses don’t limit to your lips. Desperately nibbling your neck, and the little valley in between your breasts.

Ace, like an unstoppable beast, begins devouring you. Sucking, licking, biting, pulling. Getting drunk on your whines, you in rapture. More, more, I wanna feel you even closer.

The freckled man, goes down, tracing a wet path from your chest to your belly button. He stops right there, after kissing around your navel. His fire eyes fixed on yours, lust has taken his body host and you won’t stop him. His fingers squeezing your hipbones tight. “Spread, (Name)… please” he commands, showing you what he wants to do with his watering mouth.

You do, lifting your legs and spreading them so he can fit in the middle. His smile turns into a smirk, a dark smirk. Ace plays with your fine lingerie, first touching the dampness of the lace that covers your sex. His nose buries them on your sex, still covered, but feeling every sensation his lips create. He kisses first, and licks then.

“Can I?” he asks, still waiting for your permission to take your underwear off. You only moan and nod, you need him to do so, you really need it to. He smiles, kindly this time, kissing first your inner thigh and then sliding your panties off.

The white lace slowly goes down your legs, getting to your feet. Ace plants a loving peck over the arch of your foot and then the clothes are finally off. He pounces back in between your legs, with the utmost care he only tastes your dripping arousal with the tip of his tongue, breathing warmly over your anatomy. It makes you squirm; it makes you arch your back.

Yet, this is just the beginning because when he spread your labia with his finger and attacks your button of pleasure, you scream hard. Your moan echoes through the night, and you are pretty much sure everybody had listened.

But, frankly, you don’t care.

Ace, Ace keeps eating, nurturing from your sex, taking you to heaven so sweetly and sinfully. Hi trace circles, he sucks, and he even uses his fingers. Fingers to which your walls get used to, as they open their ways inside of you.

Climax, that unknown sensation finally taking over your body for the very first time, warming and taking you to edge of glory from the loving actions of your husband. The freckles that sprinkle his rosy cheeks now, peek up your core to simply enjoy the beautiful expression of your ecstasy.

“Ace, keep… going, please. Come here” you mumble when your breath normalizes, you need him inside of you, you can’t wait any longer. “Sure, my love” he accepts, crawling up to you, planting a honey kiss on your lips.

Ace wipes the little drops of sweat on your forehead and looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen. His adoration towards you reminds you of a goddess worshiper. And indeed, he is, he considers you as his goddess, precious divinity.

“Do you want me to make love to you, my dear?” he asks, with his forearms at each side of your face. “Make love to me, my lover”.

Bellies touching, breathing into each other. Himself invading your insides with care and soft motions so you get accustomed to him. Slowly moving in and out once your clenching walls allow him to do so.

Resting his body weight over his left side, he makes love to you with eyes fixed on yours and his right hand caressing your cheek. “I love you” he repeats on and on, until words aren’t needed or can’t be said. Moaning and confessing how much both love each other, seal your first encounter with raptured feelings as if you had finally found the path to the stars...

“Let’s run away and never look back” 💖~

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meraki24601 · 1 year

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Ideas on Whumpee who lost their initially empathic and selfless nature? They’ve changed and not for the better. Caretaker can’t recognize them anymore, even if Whumpee still adores Caretaker like a madman(romantically/platonically), so the only thing’s left to do is to try to get their kind Whumpee side back😭

Ooooooo that's good! Also, surprisingly hard for me to write. I hope you like it anyway!

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Changed

You win, Mentor.

I told you they would be fine and I wouldn’t need to keep records of how they had changed, but you were right. Guess I should have listened. Again.

Whumpee has always been so kind though. I guess, I thought that was one thing that would never change. They used to care about other people. About me. But not anymore. I don’t know what Whumper did to them, but Whumpee isn’t the same.

They yelled at me, you know? That’s never happened before. Whumpee was taking a snack in the living room and I bumped into them coming around the corner. Their sandwich fell on the floor. I had just cleaned the floor several hours earlier, but it didn’t seem to matter. They were shaking as I picked up their sandwich. They didn’t yell immediately, but there was something in their voice. Something in the way they looked at me.

Honestly, with what they told me at that moment, I couldn’t really blame them for their reaction. Did you know Whumper fed them on the floor? Just dumped food in front of them, sometimes just out of reach. Whumpee was finally able to eat from a plate, and I knocked their food on the ground.

Yet, my mistake was asking if they wanted me to make them a new sandwich.

I won’t repeat some of the things they said. Let's just leave it at they called me a fool for wasting food. Told me I would regret it when I ran out and couldn’t get more. I knew they didn’t mean it. I could tell they were dissociating by the way they looked right through me. I don’t think Whumpee remembers what happened.

Most of the time they just sit there ignoring the world around them. Yeah, it’s kind of selfish, but I wish they would mess around like they used to. They don’t laugh at my jokes or make fun of me when I do something stupid.

Don’t judge me for this. I tested them the other day. Whumpee was sitting in the living room watching some old black-and-white horror movie, and I faked an injury. I know. I know it could have triggered them, but I needed to know how they would react. I faked a burn on my hand while I was cooking. They didn’t even look back when I yelled in pretend pain. When I asked Whumpee if they knew where the bandages were, they looked at it and told me not to bother. That my “injury” wasn’t worth using up some of the bandages.

Mentor, they never would have said that before. They used to throw bandages on my toe when I bumped it on a chair. I feel like I don’t even know them anymore. They’re kind of starting to scare me.

I’m not sure if I should tell you about this. Whumpee would probably be hurt if they found out I told you. Please, don’t tell them you know.

Remember back a year ago when Whumpee hit a squirrel with their car? I think they named it Maurice, held a funeral and buried it with a tiny grave marker? We hit a deer yesterday. Whumpee was driving with me on one of the back roads to get used to driving again. It didn’t hurt us. The damage to the car was surprisingly low, but the deer hit just right so that it broke its back.

Whumpee pulled over immediately after it happened with a quiet curse. I jumped out and rushed to the deer to make sure it wasn’t going to trigger Whumpee with a bunch of blood. When I turned around to tell them the deer wasn’t going to make it, Whumpee was looking over the damage to the front of the car. They didn’t even glance at the deer till I called their name.

They asked if it was dead. I told them no, but it was dying. Whumpee walked over, agreed with my conclusion, then broke the deer’s neck and killed it. They didn’t even hesitate. Whumpee asked me to help move it to the side of the road and went back to the car for hand sanitizer.

I asked them why. All they said was it was better than waiting for it to die slowly or risking someone else hitting it. They weren’t sad. Didn’t regret killing the deer. When I asked them about how they were feeling this morning, it took them a while to remember what I was talking about.

What should I do, Mentor? They haven’t done anything wrong, but it is wrong. They’re not acting like Whumpee. Obviously, I can’t tell them that. It would break their heart. Or worse, it wouldn’t mean anything at all.

I’m not giving up on them. I can’t give up. I’ll never give up, but I need help.

Please, Mentor, can you help us?

Part 2

#whump fic #whump scenario #whumpee #caretaker #whump writing #whump ideas #whump tropes #past torture #personality change #I wrote this like a letter for some reason #light angst #emotional whump

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kie!! i’m in love with doom 🥺 [attention all others, doom at your service spoilers ahead]

i saw the kiss you were talking about, the kiss oh gosh i m e l t e d. the way she asks him to love her and he just smirks with his cute lil no and you can actually see the words fuck it flash in his mind before he goes in 🥵 ugh it was satisfying. and the kiss when she’s about to wish her loved ones forget her after she dies (ok i would have kissed her too, my heart broke for her) 🥺 oh and you know when he’s on his couch with his hand over his face and she just stares at him. and he turns to look at her directly. why was that so incredibly hot?? was it just me?? idk why but the over the top sexual stuff is never… how should i phrase this… like it’s never butterflies-inducing or heart fluttering? for me at least. for me, its the way he always holds her hand 🥺 or the way he looks at her 🥺 or the way he said she doesnt need a wish to make him fall in love with her 💔💔💔💔 and it doesn’t hurt that he’s exactly my type, an annoyingly smug brat with a questionable past and a heart of gold 🫢😘

i’m only on ep 9 and i just know this is going to end with me in a pile of tears on the floor. he keeps saying he’s gonna save her. which is possible, but what about him? what will happen to them? or her brother? what what what 😭😭😭 im scared

and the side story of jina and jooik and hyungyu!! i feel like it’s just getting started but i’ve seen enough of jina and jooik to be team jooik lol he’s adorable in a mr darcy sort of way. he seems incredibly kind and i feel like they’d be so cute together (and i mean, jina is pretty much elizabeth anyway)

ok now that i’ve rambled on and on, i shall be off 🫡 i hope you’re having a wonderful week, darling 😘💕

This man Lo, he could have anything (might contain spoilers)

Seo In Guk is so fucking adorable, like who allowed this to happen?

why is all of him incredibly hot? And not in the typical cringe “he’s so hot -flips hair-“ way, he’s hot like the darkest embers of a fire. It creeps up on you. like A+++ to the stylist's man. his attire was 🤤

YESSS the build is truly so much more fist bite worthy. it's basically romantic foreplay. the little touches, the glances, the smirks, the laughs, the teasing. give me it all. his hand holding obsession makes me fucking 🫠 tell me that’s not Min Yoongi.

Her asking to forget her loved ones hit me in my core, I’m pretty sure I cried.

-sips brown sugar latte- have you seen Tale of the Nine Tailed 👀 because their plot lines are v similar. Although I found TotNT more dramatic, in a good way. Like I actually fucking cried during that drama. A couple times.

HOMIE this side story was EVERYTHING. I want a side drama of just them. I want to see Jooik PINE for her while she dates his best friend. This side story had so much depth to it. Not just to characters thrown together so that everyone ends up dating 🙄 I adore Kang Taeoh but Lee Soohyuk steals the show with his ethereal beauty.

I also really love that “God” is a young woman in this 👏🏼

I hope you had a wonderful week too bby!

#the kook to my nam #😘#doom at your service #kdrama #kie.tv

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theladybug · 2 years

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Twenty-six was something borrowed.

She went by in a flash, yet she was also in slow motion. It didn’t feel like she was mine, as much as she was, and although everything about it was indeed mine, in a lot of ways it also wasn’t. 26 was her own analogy with her own language, who kept correcting—iterating—herself vigorously, so she wouldn’t be recorded entirely as a flaw, a bug, a glitch, or a hideous mess.

Just recently I saw this Instagram Reel of a potter smashing and breaking her flawed products to turn them back into clay and recycle them into new pieces. While I do not dare to say that 26—I—was a flawed product myself, 26 was the year when a lot of things got really, really messy.

A couple of (messy) examples: First of all, I thought I could write. Four semesters, ten unfinished drafts, maybe thirty-thousand words later, I realized writing is about both starting and finishing and all this time I’ve been only floating in the middle. Second, I thought I was smart and brave, especially being one of the few international ESL students, and also one of the only two Indonesians in the program, until I started taking classes with students who have spoken��and written—English their whole lives, who bring novel manuscripts and 30-page brilliant short stories to workshops, some of which have already been published here there everywhere, who win competitions and receive fellowships, who have taught in at least three different continents, who by default I deemed superior. With that, Smart and Brave silently exited the room. Dumb and Scared took their place instead. Lastly, I thought I knew what I wanted, had life half-figured and sort of planned out. Turns out I have only been half-living this whole time, with absolutely no idea what I’m doing and where I’m going, and meeting different people with different backgrounds and their different languages with their different, super supreme YouTube-podcast-book-meme references and their elaborate, sorted-out 10-year life plans, Notion-powered, Forbes30Under30-driven; made me grimace at my own life (obviously unsorted, unNotioned, unForbes), made me unwant what I had and want some things even harder. My dreams shape-shift. Some self-destruct, some become even more stubborn and pronounced. Either way, it ended up being too much. Too loud and too lonely. I ended up becoming one of those clay pots the potter smashed in her video. I broke. Too many times, at that.

Amidst all that fire in the house, as I am heavily self-trained to always find light in the darkness no matter how irrelevant and cringe such light can be, at 2:00 am as I cried myself to sleep I thought, what better place to be broken than New York, right? Wrong. Well at least I am in New York, right? Right, but also wrong. Despite only living here for two years-ish, I felt New York was too grand a stage for broken things. For battles I was bound to lose. For wars I wasn't prepared for. It’s too grand a stage for adult growing pains, which are basically aches everywhere in our body due to intense adulting activities (mostly the mental ones), where joy is something we pay in installments, yet horror and sadness are practically freebies. The real secret in @secretnyc Instagram page isn’t in what they tell us (10 tHiNGs yOu DoN’T wAnNa MiSs tHiS wEeKeNd), it’s in what they don’t: People bend in this city, but most of the times they break too.

That being said, for the past seven, eight months, it has really taken a village for a day to start and to not suck, for the hours to go by without too much crying in between. In the first few months there wasn’t even a “village” to begin with, for I was alone, lonely, busy succumbing. My world was shaken up and for a lot of different reasons. New York, once a jewelry box, became a death trap. I was floating but more like a sad balloon—airless and crinkled, certainly not the majestic, colorful, and dreamy-looking hot-air kind—sadly sticking to her day-to-day routine: write in the mornings, class til noon, study until dinner, naps in between.

But as much as I tried, my normal routine alone didn’t even cut it—it felt unsafe and temporary. Some days I was lucky to make it to places, some others I would be walking out of my apartment just to straight up u-turn and run back home. My naps became longer (when my normal ones already last for two hours, minimum) and turned to something I dreaded, but at the same time everything else was a lot worse. Whatever good, normal day I pulled a muscle to have, it wore off as soon as I showered and crawled back to bed. At nights, rest was impossible, but when I finally did fall asleep, I slept with a large hole in my chest, which became a perfect site for a festival of bad dreams.

So I resorted to sticking my routine to other people’s. That is how my life became something desperately borrowed: the long library hours, the brisk walks to the boba place, study sessions, the Friday getaways to Yale, last minute lunch and dinner dates, weekend hangouts, half-priced ballet and Broadway shows, ice skating. Surprise pastries that saved my lifeless, bedridden, five-kg-less ass because I couldn’t, wouldn’t, stomach anything else; shoulders on which I helplessly smeared snot all over; ears worn off from having to hear me scream and cry during phone calls or during long conversations over my dining table; iftars and suhoors turned into sleepovers. I borrowed distractions from these people, who willingly shared pieces of their lives with me, which I used to fill the large hole in my chest, hoping they could help rid it of the nightmares, however momentary. I owe so much to so many.

And what did this tiny, little piece of self do? Other than succumbing? Skipping classes, missing her meals? Seeing the days go by from her bedroom window? Hating people on Instagram who seemed contained and composed, happy and unbothered? And back to hating herself even more? Well, it woke up, and at some point, it got up from bed. Two times, it showed up to her pilates sessions. It also sought therapy. If anything, it lived and held me. And it wrote to you, eventually.

And so, writing this, putting it here, containing this internal fiasco in a language and a shape is my attempt at making a peace offering to all sorts of life’s shenanigans that I have yet to face—an effort to upcycle life just like she does, Lady Pottery. That’s 26 to me. Still a quarter life crisis, just a remix. I remember the times where I prayed so hard—Ramadan 2019, for example, which perhaps was my peak shalihah moment, excuse this shameless self-claim, because I wanted grad school so bad—for the things I do have now. These days I’d call Ibu and we’d both cry on the phone (unsure who’s soothing who?), “Bapak and I prayed for all these things for you—your scholarship and your school—and these granted prayers come with tests for our patience and perseverance…” So there you go.

I once asked my older sister how many more times she cried like a monster after 26, because I was exhausted. She said only a couple more times, because afterwards, the cry is silent. I guess if I asked Lady Pottery how many more times she still has to do recycling, the smashing and the breaking, the answer would be about the same.

So. Twenty-seven. Let’s go for a spin.

#personal #self

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 26 days

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Protective!Ashton Masterlist

2am (ao3) - cthink calum/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Calum can't sleep.

That is, unless he's with Ashton.

5 Seconds (ao3) - insideimasadrainbow michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 18k

Summary: "If your name is on their list, you're already dead." That's the warning message about 5 Seconds, a well known group of anonymous killers who make themselves known each year for the Purge. While the world fears these killers, David Hood remains focused on his security systems business that has celebrities such as Beyonce, Adele, and Ellen DeGeneres paying big bucks for it. Due to his lack of research and knowledge on 5 Seconds, David is oblivious to how the band of killers work off a list and has no idea that his name is has made it on there for the 4th annual Purge.

As Normal As Can Be (ao3) - Lemonwiththepuff luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: Luke is part of the successful band 5 Seconds of Summer. While everything seems to be going just right for him, his world is slowly crashing down behind closed doors. Besides learning how to deal with his only recently diagnosed BPD, Luke is also on edge with his feelings for one of his best friends.

baby i'm gonna drink you in like oxygen (ao3) - booksteaandcake luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: bad boy ashton has taken young luke hemmings under his wing. it's kind of a surprise when they sleep together… but also not a surprise at all.

'“I’m not wrecking you.” Ashton scoffed, “I’m going to take care of you.”'

Can't Keep This Beating Heart at Bay (ao3) - ShortIsNotFun luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Ashton's heart broke a little hearing the younger's voice absolutely wrecked from all his tears. "I'll come over, yeah? We can cuddle and eat lots of ice cream and talk. Does that sound good, sweetheart?"

Luke gets dumped and Ashton is always there to pick up the pieces of his broken heart

fake you out (ao3) - maiamaryse michael/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: daddirwin asked:

I BELIEVE IT'S YOUR DESTINY TO WRITE ME SOME FAKE DATING MASHTON PLS

I'm Begging You to Be My Safety (ao3) - kayehmwhy luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: “I don’t really tell anyone unless I have to,” the younger said staring at the floor. “It’s not something i’m proud of.”

Or // Luke's emetophobic, Calum's airsick, Ashton's trying to help and Michael's asleep.

I'm Just Feeling Kinda Broken (ao3) - mlstyles257 ot4 N/R, 9k

Summary: “Is he okay?” Michael asks as he and Calum rush to where Ashton is cradling Luke on their dressing room sofa. Luke is definitely distraught, he’s hiding his face in Ashton’s tee, wailing and hiccuping on sobs. “I don’t know.” Ashton is trying to keep his voice calm, hushing and rocking Luke as the boy cries. “I didn’t even see him fall.” He presses a string of gentle kisses to Luke’s forehead, whispering reassurances as he goes. ... “Guys I don’t know what to do, he’s obviously in pain but I don’t think we can keep him up long enough to get checked out.”

aka Luke gets hurt during one of their shows and struggles with his little headspace.

I Want the World to Know (ao3) - SuperGirl13 michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: Looking back now, Michael knows that this has been a problem from the very start. He had had feelings for his best friend for as long as he could remember, and it was only a matter of time until the two got together. He and Calum were happy, teenagers in love, blissful. They didn't tell anyone, but they didn't want to, or need to. Their band was just getting leverage, and it seemed unnecessary at best. Sure their bandmates had an idea of what was going on, how could they not, they basically lived with them 24/7. It didn't matter though, Calum and Michael were happy keeping everything to themselves. Until they weren't.

or, Michael wants to come out but Calum is scared.

One Foot In The Gutter (ao3) - pommedhappy michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashton sighs, questioning his decision for a second before knocking on the door.

The thing is Michael is sad, has been for a few weeks, and Ashton can’t take it anymore. It’s not hard to understand that Michael is quite depressed right now and wants to be alone, but the way he keeps isolating himself from the rest of the band really starts to worry Ashton. That’s how he came up with a plan, in order to get Michael out of this dark place the younger boy keeps going.

It’s probably the worst decision he never took, but at this point he’s ready to try and do anything in his power to make his friend feel better.

Protector (ao3) - starstruk97 luke/ashton M, 4k

Summary: There are certain rules that come with being the eldest of your group of friends, the number one rule being: Always protect your younger friends.

" From then on, Luke joined the group, and I had someone to protect and look after. Someone to teach and guide. A baby ‘brother’. And it was my favourite thing in the world. Still is. I don’t care how many fist fights, detentions, suspensions and groundings I have received for standing up for him, I don’t and never will regret any of them because each one of them saved my little bro some kind of pain. "

taking a stand - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Luke encounters a rude alpha during a radio interview, and takes a stand for himself. The boys back him. The day ends with pack cuddle

the kids will be alright, eventually (ao3) - wafflelashton luke/ashton, ashton/ofc T, 45k

Summary: ashton falls in love with his best friend, luke, and is somehow the last to know.

the situation is like a mountain that's been weighing on my conscience - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: Luke is closeted and nobody outside of the band, and close family, knows that he has a secret husband. During promo for Youngblood, Luke suffers a panic attack when the interviewer asks a personal question. Cue, Ashton to the rescue and comfort.

Too Little (ao3) - starstruk97 T, 2k

Summary: Luke hates being short. Always being told he's too little or too young. People always baby him, tell him to be careful just because he's tiny or the youngest. But what's worse? When your best friends belittle you.

Or Luke is young and short, Ashton is overprotective, Ice hockey is rough, Luke gets hurt, but everything is alright in the end!

You Saved Me (ao3) - CliffordAffliction luke/ashton M, 5k

Summary: After a boy from school causes harm to Luke Ashton's protective instincts kick in and all he wants to do is make sure Luke feels safe and loved

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #protectiveness #protective!ashton #protective!ashton masterlist

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renegades-garbage · 9 months

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Finding The Truth Part 2

sequel to this fic

the description is on part 1

maybe ill write a part where they tell adrians dads idk yet tho

anyways i love you and hope you enjoy!

Adrian wasn’t sure what to think or really what to do at all. Nova, who had just shown up at his home completely unannounced, was now collapsed in his arms sobbing.

Adrian had never seen Nova cry before, he got the feeling she wasn't one to cry in front of people often. A warm feeling ran through him upon the realization that she had come to him rather than being alone as she usually preferred, but he couldn't think about that right now. He also couldn't think about the fact that he had this strange terrified protective feeling that he didn’t quite understand but knew it definitely wasn’t platonic.

Adrian took a deep breath clearing his addled thoughts. They were still in the doorway, halfway on the porch and half in the entryway.

“Do you want to come inside?”

Nova nodded her head numbly. It was only then that Adrian realized she was drenched in rain.

“Nova you’re soaked. Did you walk here?” Another head nod. “Come downstairs ill get you some dry clothes okay?”

“Okay,” she said weakly. Adrian had never heard her sound like that. Frail and helpless, words he would never in a million years use to describe Nova Mclain, and it broke his heart.

–

Adrian watched as she fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt he had given her. He wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. He still didn’t know why Nova was here and she hadn’t said much to give him any sort of hint.

She wasn’t crying anymore but her eyes were still red and he ached to bring her into his arms, though he refrained not wanting to make her uncomfortable or further upset her as she seemed to get overwhelmed by physical touch sometimes. As they sat in silence he couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something wrong, like he missed the ‘comforting your girlfriend (girlfriend?) 101 class.

Just as he was about to break the silence (something that he’s sure would have resulted in awkwardness) Nova heaved a sigh.

“I'm sorry for just showing up like this. I just,” she cleared her throat “um needed somewhere to go.”

“That's okay. I've shown up at your house unannounced my fair share of times.” He offered a weak smile which she didn’t really return.

He watched as she fought more tears and decided grabbing her hand would be acceptable. Nova stared at their joined hands and began to cry more.

“I'm so sorry,” she said again.

“Hey, I already said it's fine you're welcome here.”

“No not that.” she was shaking, struggling to get her words out. “I messed up Adrian. Like I really fucked up, bad. You’re going to hate me when I tell you.”

This only confused Adrian more. “I'm not going to hate you, Nova. I don’t think that’s even possible,” he confessed.

Nova looked up at him her eyes sad. “I really wish that was true Adrian because I care about you. I genuinely care about you. A lot .” Adrian would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little shocked to hear this blatant admission come out of her mouth. Nova wasn’t usually one to talk about her feelings so openly like this. He had an eerie feeling that she was trying to prove herself to him like whatever she was going to tell him would make him not believe her.

“Nova you’re kind of scaring me,” Adrian said with a dull laugh, only half joking.

To his dismay, Nova let go of his hand before speaking.

“I lied Adrian. About a lot of things and I don't think I can fix this.”

“I can help you Nova just tell me what’s going on.” Adrian was honestly terrified at this point but he wanted to be there for her, and he honestly didn’t think that anything she said could change that.

“My name’s not Nova Mclain. Its Nova…Artino”

Adrian froze. He didn’t quite believe the conclusions his mind was jumping to but he knew that last name. “As in-?”

“Yes.” Nova said quickly. “I’m David Artino’s daughter and.” she looked away her voice getting softer “and Ace Anarchy’s niece.”

Adrian gasped a little as silence settle between them. His mind was racing, his thoughts wild and overwhelming. This couldn't mean… She couldn’t be…. No absolutely not. But the more he inspected her face the less sure he was.

“Nova…” he didn’t want to ask. He wasn’t even sure he was ready to hear the answer he already knew would come out of her mouth. “Are you-?”

“Nightmare.”

A chill ran through Adrian’s body at that name he started shaking his head, not believing what he was hearing. He stood up, anger coursing through his veins. This whole time, the whole time the very person he had been hunting was the person he had begun to care about the most.

“Nova what the hell. So this whole time it was all a lie?” he thought back to the beginning of this conversation when he had thought she sounded like she was trying to prove herself. Prove her feelings to him. So was that real or part of the ruse? Why was she even telling him this? Why had she run to him?

“No, I care about you I promise. My feelings for you are real. Adrian, they lied to me.”

“What do you mean they lied to you? Why would you do all of this just to confess?”

“My uncle, Ace, he took me in after my parents died. He gave me a family, made me trust him. He told me the renegades failed my family after my father asked for protection from the Roaches, but today...today I heard them talking. It was all a lie, Ace sent the hit man and I was supposed to die too. He killed his own family.” Nova’s voice was breaking as she cried. Adrian was surprised to find that tears were welling up in his own eyes. He didn't fully understand the situation or his feelings but for some reason, he believed Nova, and her still felt for her.

“Ace told me the renegades failed me. My whole life I've been trained to hate them, to destroy them, but it was all just… manipulation. Lady Indomitable was there that night.” Adrian winced at hearing his mother's name. He sat back down on the sofa, though still not touching Nova.

“She tried to save us. This whole time I've been fighting for this vision of prodigy rights that I'm not sure Ace even believes in. He just wants power. He doesn’t care about prodigies and he doesn’t care about me. I was so stupid Adrian. I just wanted him to be proud of me. I didn't want to fail him or the other Anarchists and I couldn't even see that they were using me.” Nova was crying so hard now that she could barely get words out and despite everything, Adrian still ached to comfort her.

“They said they were going to kill me because I started to care about you too much.”

Adrian took her hand once again and she looked so shocked he almost could have laughed.

“Come here,” he said, and she did. Nova crumbled into his arms once again as she cried, and Adrian couldn’t find it within himself to be mad at her right now, not when she was so clearly hurt and traumatized, and not when he was keeping a secret too.

He had been so scared to tell her before but now it seemed so insignificant which he had to admit was a small relief.

“I’m the Sentinel.” He said.

Nova looked up at him, her crying ceased as her jaw dropped. “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yes”

“I thought they said that but I wasn’t really sure what was going on”

And then Nova laughed, big heaving exhausted laughs, which made Adrian laugh too.

“I'm sorry.” He said.

“I don’t think you even need to apologize considering everything. I should be apologizing to you.”

“Based on what you’ve told me, which I still haven’t fully processed, you’re not the one I’m mad at.”

“Maybe you should be.”

“Maybe, but I told you, Nova. It’s not possible for me to hate you.”

Adrian watched as a blush bloomed across her cheeks. Great skies how can she still be so beautiful after crying for hours?

“Your dads are going to hate me. They might put me in jail you know. I would deserve it.”

Adrian sighed not really knowing what to say. He didn't think they would throw Nova in jail if she told them all that but with all the distress she caused as Nightmare he couldn’t be sure.

“Well, we don’t need to worry about that right now.” He told her. He kissed her forehead gently and laid them both down keeping her in his arms.

“Okay,” she said. “Thank you, Adrian.”

“For what?”

“Everything,” she said, before laying her head down on his chest and letting her eyes drift closed, allowing them both to fall into a quiet dreamless sleep.

#renegades trilogy #renegades trilogy fic #nova artino #adrian everhart #Renegades #archenemies #Supernova #Nodrian #adrian is down bad and cant stop thinking about it #the anarchists suck #except leroy #this fandom is dead and dying someone pls save it

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darcyfangirlsfrequently · 2 years

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Two Can Play at this Game

@snailsandpuppy-dogtails @dungeons-are-too-cold @penelopeminded this one is for you my homies

Summary: At a family dinner, Penelope is asked if she's seeing anyone. She says she is, and she starts going on this loving rant about him. Little does everyone else know, he's sitting right beside her, and Luke is having a hard time not blowing their cover.

Words: 1304

Rated: T for language and implied sexual content

Can also be read here on Ao3

After two weeks of practically back to back cases, the team decided that it was time for a family dinner. When Penelope left they had decided to make family dinners something they did as often as they could, their way of staying together when they were apart.

“So, Penelope,” Rossi said. “It’s been so long since we’ve actually gotten to talk to you. What’s going on in your life? How’s work? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Work is great,” she replied. And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she said, “And yes, I actually have been seeing someone for a few months now.”

Luke, who was sitting right next to her, choked on his drink. Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one, so it didn’t look suspicious.

“For months?” JJ repeated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Sorry, JJ,” Reid said. “You kept Will a secret for how long?”

“Point taken.”

“So what’s his name?” Tara asked.

“No.”

“No? That’s an interesting name,” Emily joked.

“Shut up. I mean, no, I’m not telling you his name. I don’t want you guys to track him down to the ends of the earth before we’ve decided if we want you guys to meet him.” Plus, she wanted to drive Luke crazy, but she couldn’t very well tell them that, now could she?

“Quite understandable,” Rossi told her. She knew he would understand, considering he had kept Krystall a secret from them almost until he proposed.

“Well can you at least tell us about him?” Matt asked. “No name, no identifying information, just general stuff? You can’t say, oh yeah I’m dating someone and then give us nothing!”

She considered this for a moment. “Alright, sure. Let me just think over what I’m going to say so I don’t accidentally give some identifying information to you pesky profilers.”

Luke had no idea how he was going to survive what was to come.

“Well, I mean first of all, he’s gorgeous, like, absolutely the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

“Don’t let Morgan hear you say that,” Luke quipped in an attempt to seem neutral.

“Oh please, he knows where he stands.”

There was a hidden message in there just for him, and he had to fight back his smile.

“Anyways,” she continued. “He’s really good with animals, he loves Sergio, they’re cuddle buddies.”

“I like this new man of yours already,” Emily said, taking a sip of her wine.

Well that’s a relief, Luke thought.

“And he’s so kind. Just… the sweetest, very romantic. He took me to a restaurant that had slow dancing for our first date.”

Luke had to take a sip of his drink to hide his smile of pride.

A soft smile spread on Penelope’s face. “He’s just… so completely great.”

“Oh my god,” JJ said. “You’re in love with him.”

“What?” Penelope squeaked. “In love? Why would you say that?”

Luke couldn’t help himself. “That, Penelope, is called a non-denial denial.”

If looks could kill, he’d be dead. “Watch yourself, Newbie.”

“Can you even call me that anymore? We haven’t worked together in months.” I mean and we’ve been dating since then and you’ve just kind of admitted you’re in love with me, but I’m not going to say that right now.

“JJ’s right, though,” Reid said. “When you were talking about him your pupils dilated and you got this smile on your face. You’re in love with him.”

Penelope’s blush was fierce. That was absolutely not how she planned on telling Luke she loved him for the first time. “Fine, yes, I’m in love with him, next question?”

“Have you told him yet?” JJ asked.

“No. I mean, it’s still kind of new, and I don’t know if he feels the same way… I don’t want to scare him off, you know?”

That broke Luke’s heart a bit, both the fact that she thought he’d leave her for telling him she loved him and that she had no idea how completely in love with her he was.

“Have you kissed him?” Emily asked in an attempt to make the topic lighter again.

“Yes.”

“Was it good?”

“The best.”

Luke had to take multiple deep breaths to keep himself from turning around and making out with her in front of the entire team.

Tara got a cheeky grin on her face. “Have you slept with him yet?”

Luke wanted to die, but fortunately, Rossi came to the rescue. “Ah ah ah, that is a conversation for girls’ night, not my dinner table.”

Tara cackled, and Luke and Penelope were doing their absolute best to not look at each other.

“Well,” Emily said. “Anyone else have a secret relationship they want to tell us about?”

Well, two can play at this game. “Yeah, actually.”

Everyone stared at Luke. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah. I’ve been seeing her for a few months now, and I haven’t said anything because no one in this group can keep their mouths shut, goddamn.”

"If you're talking about me, Luke Alvez, that's very rude," Penelope told him.

Actually, you're the one person I'm not talking about. "No, no, I'm not talking about everyone. I didn't want them to try to profile or weasel it out of me because once I start talking about her, I can't stop and I know I'd let it slip."

"Well then tell us about her," Reid said. "Since you can't stop."

"Gladly. She's the most amazing and kind-hearted person I have ever met in my entire life. She is Jesus Christ you are miles and miles out of my league, how the fuck did I end up with you, gorgeous, inside and out. She loves Roxy, and I think Roxy likes her more than me. When she smiles she gets this sparkle in her eyes that doesn't go away for hours and it's my favorite thing in the world. And she's funny, always making me laugh, and like, ridiculously smart."

"What the hell is she doing with you, then?" Tara teased.

"I have no idea, but I'm never letting her go. I am so fucking in love with her it's not even funny. Like, completely gone."

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Penelope trying not to react. "And she loves you?" It was like an echo of one of their first conversations. He was talking about Roxy, she thought he was talking about his girlfriend. This time, however, there was a double meaning. The rest of the team heard and she loves you? A teasing question, typical of their usual banter. He heard and she loves you. A declaration. A promise.

"Yeah, she does."

"Tell her to call me when she comes to her senses."

He laughed. "Yeah, I will. You'd love her, I think. She's always giving me crap. Sometimes I think she's only dating me for Roxy and my culinary skills."

Matt scoffed at that. "What culinary skills?"

"I make a mean lasagna."

"It's true, he does," Penelope agreed. "Vegetarian, too."

Everyone, including Luke, turned to stare at her with wide eyes. While their expressions were varying levels of shock, his was sheer amusement. Had they really just done that whole song and dance for her to go and say that?

She looked back at them, blinking in confusion. "What?"

JJ smiled a bit, trying to hold in her laughter. "When did he make you vegetarian lasagna?"

Penelope's eyes went wide as she realized what she said, and wider still at the (correct) implications. "Oh. Um. I." She turned to Luke. "I can't explain my way out of this, can I?"

He smiled affectionately at her and took her hand in this. "No, Love, I don't think you can."

She blushed at the nickname and turned back towards the group. "So, his name is Luke…"

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