#I can't believe they kept them hidden from the world like this for so long

[sandtrapsorcery]

GrimGrimoire - the Complete Game Guide (2007)

Illustration gallery 3/3 & backcover

Scans are not mine.

#grimgrimoire #grimgrimoire once more #lillet blan #lujei piche #these sketchy pages are my favourites #I can't believe they kept them hidden from the world like this for so long

[alltoolewis]

Timeless- Mason Mount

I'm finally off for the summer & finally back writing! This one is super special and is inspired by timeless by Taylor swift, if you haven't heard the vault track please listen to it while reading this! This has to be one of my favourite things I have ever wrote... Hope you all enjoy & I can't wait to write more! Hope this apologies for my absence Love you guys x

P.S I will not comment on him leaving to united btw... as Liverpool fan I am devasted 😒

Summary- When you and Mason are cleaning your nan's attic you discover a book of your grandparents love story... helping Mason think of the perfect anniversary present for you...

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"Mase please.." you squealed as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, taking you by surprise as you continued to search through the old dusty boxes "This really needs doing and I never would of agreed to let you help if I knew you'd be messing around like this!" You didn't realise that agreeing to clean you nan's old attic would result in your clingy boyfriend of almost 5 years joining you. What was suppose to be a solo task, turned into a duo one the minute his brown eyes grew wide at your claim that you were leaving him for a couple of hours alone.

"I didn't know showing my beautiful girlfriend of 5 years love was classed as messing around..." he pouted, loosening his grip of you but of course not fully as his arm still hovered your waist. "It's not 5 years yet loser" You smirked, throwing something you believed was an old sock that was hiding in the box at him "We're still 3 weeks of that title!"  You still couldn't believe that it had already been that long. It felt like just yesterday that he caught your attention in the dimmed lightened room, his laugh being the loudest noise as the speakers blaring out the music you had always hated silenced, allowing you to hear what has since been your favourite sound. Since that night you had been by each others side, through the ups and downs, the spot next to him was always yours and vice versa... there was no Mason without (y/n) and he prayed there'd never have to be!

Silence filled the room once more, however the smiles never faded as you sorted through all your nans precious things. Growing up you never thought of your nan as a hoarder, her house was also tidy barely anything on display except the odd pictures of core memories but little did she know that she kept the purest things locked up here. From her old ballet shoes to her old school books, her old prom dress to a rock she found on her secret dates with your late grandfather... she kept everything.

"What's this?" Mason asked curiously, lifting up a book covered in dust and cobwebs. Being nosy of his new finding, you quickly went to where he was sitting next to him on the old fragile footstool, floor creaking as you did so. Your eyes hovered over the brown book in his hands, that it was safe to say that  time has took its toll on. Crouching down in front of him, your hand swept across the front cover, tears immediately filling your eyes as you read the words...

'THE STORY OF ANNIE & JOHN'

The words were followed by a photo of them together, smiles brighter than the stars as the look of love was written in there eyes. You had already heard the story of your grandparents many times from your nan... but seeing it in hidden pictures made your whole world freeze.

Noticing the sudden emotion in your face, Mason sighed "You okay, darling?" wiping away the fallen tears as they fell down your cheek, letting his hand hover there as a guard. Nodding, you gulped "Yeah... yeah I'm good.." Smiling he patted his knee, silencing telling you to come over which of course you obeyed. 

Now the book was on your knee as Mase held you tightly on his lap, head leaning over your shoulder as he traced comforting shapes on your arm. "Are you going to have a look honey?" He could see your clear hesitation to open it, as your hands strummed over the outskirts of the pages. Apart of you wanted to open the book, see the love of your grandparents everybody talked so dearly about, the love that was always compared to yours and Masons, however the other part of you couldn't help but think you were invading the privacy... you knew there story like the back of your hand. A secret romance that was forbidden by there families, your grandmother being in a privileged family who had a tradition to pick other privileged people for there children to fall in love with. While your grandad was the son of the maid, 2 years older than her but fell head over the heels the second he caught eyes with in his word 'a princess' They hidden what they had for years, scared that there families would tear them apart... but faith took its role and 12 years later they were happily married as a runaway couple, ready to start there new lives together.

As your mind wondered away, you felt his hand lace over yours, squeezing it tightly "It's okay (y/nn)? She would want you to see this??" You knew he was right... she'd be screaming for you to open it if she was there. Listening to him, you squeezed his hand back before opening it up. 

The pages looked just as battered as the front cover, but the love was still clear as rain. The book had different chapters, just like a fairy tale. It began with there first year, where your pop's mum first got the job and he was allowed to be involved in the staff picture where your grandmother stood just 5 people away. 

"I didn't know your grandad was in the war.." Mason whispered, scared to ruin the moment as you were flicking through there years together. It was there 7th year 'together'... the year your dad got drafted to fight in the war. "He didn't want to go" You mumbled back, hand touching the envelopes your nan had clearly stuck in the book "He wanted to stay with her although no one knew about them... he wrote her love letters, signed them off as Dave so no one knew it was from him"

"Didn't she call him Dave all the time..." Mason chuckled, squeezing your hip gently. He only had a few years with your nan, while with your pops he only had 1 short one & for the longest time he was convinced he was called 'Dave' "Yep!" You giggled back "Even after all those years together she still called him it. It was there secret code word..."

For the next couple of hours you flipped through the rest of the book, pausing to read the letters, see the small details of the grainy images. From there wedding to the birth of your mum, from the day they ran away together to the day your grandad came back to find your nan had been set up to marry someone else... it had all be recorded in the book.

Your heart broke when you flipped to the last filled page in the book, your grandads order of service leaflet from his funeral. Your heart broke even more when it came clear that your nan had placed it in by herself... ending there story together...

Noticing the tears falling faster down your face, Mason closed the book placing it gently down as he wrapped his arms tighter than ever around you, allowing you to sob in his chest. He didn't say much as you cried, just rubbed your back and whispered a few words of comfort, knowing what you needed most was time to absorb what you just saw.

Once you calmed down, you lifted your head back up to look at his warm brown eyes, his hand instantly going to your cheek "They we're amazing (y/n).." He smiled, causing you to mirror it back "They would been so happy you got to witness it through there eyes..."

"They were timeless..." You breathed out, looking down to the book on the floor that was bound to come home with the two of you.

"Just like we will be.."

Your head shot up to look at him with blood shot eyes "You think?"

"Oh I know we will!" He smiled, causing you to cuddle deeper into him "I hope so Mase..."

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3 weeks later.....

"Mase stop!" You laughed as he picked you as you went to put the key in your new shared home in manchester  "Please stop we need to get in before it rains... stop messing around!"

"I didn't know showing my girlfriend of 5 years of affection was classed as messing around..." He sulked as your laugh continued to echo around the house, taking the heels that had killed your feet all night "and before you start I can call you that now!!"

"I know..." You smiled, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, one of many that day "and I couldn't be prouder to now say it.." Mason returned the kiss as he muttered I love you, which of course you mumbled back. Somehow you two ended up in your bedroom, his jacket through on the floor as the zipper on your dress began to be pulled down.

Just as it was about to get even more heated, he pulled back causing you to sigh dramatically. "Don't be dramatic lovie, we have all night to do that.." He laughed, dragging you to the end of the bed "But first I want to give you your final present of the night.."

"but mase you've already given me loads today.." You groaned, hating how much he had already spoiled you today. Giving you far to many presents, making you bed in breakfast and then taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Manchester. You honestly didn't know how he'd make the day even better before he pulled out a box placing it gently on your knee... "Now this one is kind of for the both of us..." He smiled wrapping his arm around you "But I think you'll appreciate it.."

Carefully, you untied the little red bow on the box lifting the box up with the expectation of finding more personalised jewellery. However your heart dropped to the floor as you saw something you'd never thought you'd see...

A book... Similar to the one of your grandparents but instead of there names it read...

'THE STORY OF (Y/N) & MASON'

And just like the other one, a picture displayed below it. One of you and him at the champions league final, your smiles brighter than stars and the same look of love they had.

"Oh my god M-Mase..." You speechlessly gasped, covering your mouth as tears escaped your eyes "I c-can't believe it.."

His eyes mirrored yours with tears as he placed his hand on top of yours "Open it darling.." He whispered, voice full of love "Don't be scared to read this one... it's ours only"

Listening to him like always, you opened the book, smile immediately spreading across your face as you flipped through to see the many filled pages of your story so far.  The first day you met at that party, the first selfie you took together, your first chelsea game, the day you moved together... every memory shared together was captured in perfect unison to the orginal.

"I didn't even know this exsisted!" You laughed messily, as you looked at the picture of you drunkenly asleep on Mason's lap at his Chelsea leaving party. You couldn't remember much of that day, other than you drunk the night away in hope that it took the sting away from living the beloved club and city... 

"Ben took..." Mason smirked "He sent it me the next day along with the video of you doing my celebration on top of the table..."  "Please say that's a joke.." You muttered as you hid your head in embarrassment, hoping that he  was lying..

"Nope!" He chuckled "I'll show you that later darling, first you have to finish this book!"

So you did. There wasn't much after that, other than his first day at united and your new home in Manchester... little did you know there was one final page to your story you were yet to experience...

"What's this?" You questioned as you flipped the page to see a brown envelope stuck to the page, similar to love letters your grandad use to write. Unable to say much, Mason whispered "Open it and see..."

With shaking hands you pulled out letter which was folded in half, his scruffy handwriting evident. You shot him one last look, nervousness written all over his face as you began to read the love letter addressed to only you....

My dear (y/n),

I've never been good at doing speeches or expressing how I feel, but with you by my side I feel as though I can do anything, so here I am... Ever since I saw you my whole world changed for the better. You fixed the hole in my life like a puzzle piece and ever since then I knew I'd never want to lose you.

The other week when I held you in your nan's attic made me think of if we met in another life, would be the same as we are right now... and the truth is sweetheart we would of have! Even if we met on a crowded street in the 40's or if I was sent to war and you were forced to marry another man... my head would of still turned for you just like it did at that party...

you still would have been mine, I'd of make sure of it!

I'm going to love you for the rest of our lives, till we have grey hair, mini mounts running around the place, a cardboard box stored of memories we made, we'll have it all! 

Our story starts now Angel... 

we're going to be timeless...

look forward...

Mase x

Tears poured down your face as you followed the letters instructions, showing him down on one knee, a small box with the most gorgeous diamond ring displayed in it, one that coincidently resembled the one your nan had...

"Mase..."

"(y/n)... will you please make me the happies man alive & spend the rest of your life with me??"

Unable to speak you nodded your head, falling to your knees as you wrapped your arms around him. "I love you so much.." You sobbed into his neck.

"I love you so much more..." He cried back, pulling back from you for a brief second to slip the gorgeous ring on your finger "This is your nans ring" He smiled "I asked your parents if it was okay if I gave it you... I want us to be a timeless classic like your grandparents, I want to fill that book up with you till the day we are torn apart by fate..."

Once more you were speechless as his arm wrapped around you, your head lay on his chest listening to the heart which had loved you for 5 years... there was no (y/n) without Mason and you prayed every minute of the day that you'd be the couple your grandparents were. A love so strong it could be seen from miles away, a love everyone dreamed of but only a rare few could experience... one that even time couldn't forget... Your going to be... 

TIMELESS

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[jjunieworld]

epilogue. notes between the fabrics ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ some of the notes you found amongst the hoodies and sweaters that soobin gave you.

[dated ➛ date at the diner]

to my beautiful beautiful y/n,

i love you more than there are stars in the sky. your smile shines brighter than all of them combined. with you, i’ve never felt more alive. i’m just glad that i get to call you mine.

— binnie, your love

p.s. sorry if this is cheesy… i can't wait to let you know how much you mean to me.

[dated ➛ while baking sweets after your birthday disaster]

to my super sweet y/n,

i fucked up really really bad, and i think i might’ve lost you forever. its been keeping me awake at night, fueling my nightmares. i know you need your space, i know you don’t want to see me, but i cant let us end like this. so fucking stupid… now i’m here in the middle of the night baking so i have something to give you tomorrow. you’ll never know how truly sorry i am. i hope you’ll like the sweets.

— soobin, the fucking dumbass

[dated ➛ after the talk in the cornflower field]

to my beating heart, y/n,

i’ll wait however long it takes, even if it’s forever. and in the meantime, i’ll keep your heart safe. i’ll mend the cracks and i’ll soothe it until it learns to trust me again. until it beats for me again. i’ll wait until the end of the world and then after that if it means i’ll get to be with you. even if you don’t believe me, i genuinely do love you more than anything.

— your hopeful beating heart, binnie

[dated ➛ when you put on his hoodie instead]

to my burning flame, y/n,

you’re my light through the dark, my burning flame, you always will be. even if i come too close to your fire and get burnt, i don’t care. i enjoy the warmth. the thought of you leads me out of the tunnel and into the light that is you. that’s all i need, and my body flushes at the fact that it’s all you need too.

— binnie, the wanderer guided by your light

[dated ➛ the afternoon before your do-over first date]

to my breathtaking girlfriend, y/n,

tomorrow is our do-over first date and i just left your dorm. the date is going to be a success, i can feel it, and i hope you do too. soon, we’ll write over all the bad memories with new and happy ones. i’ll make sure that you’re always happy so that you’ll never think about all the bad things that happened to you because of me ever again. i know you said you forgave me and that it’s okay, but i’m really really sorry. i am. to my beautiful beautiful, super sweet, beating heart, burning flame, and breathtaking girlfriend, i love you more than i can ever express. i’ll see you at 6pm tomorrow.

— binnie, your love, the fucking dumbass, your hopeful beating heart, the wanderer guided by your light, and your head-over-heels boyfriend

you never really told soobin about finding his little notes here and there, and he never mentioned accidentally leaving them places. you assumed that it was a way for him to express his feelings in a different type of way that still felt personal and you didn’t want to take that from him. you also didn’t want the notes to stop either.

admittedly, they always brightened your day significantly whenever you found them. even if they weren’t explicitly about you and soobin, they were always addressed to you. rather it would be about his love for you or a hard day he had, you liked that you got to see a glimpse into his head in a different way. it made you feel even more closer to him.

one day, you had went out and had gotten a little fancy box to keep all the notes you’ve found in. you kept the box hidden safely in one of the storing containers under your bed, and you only brought it out to add more notes when you were alone.

it’s not that you didn’t want your friends to know about the notes, it’s that they didn’t need to know about them. they were personal, and just something between you and soobin.

maybe one day in the future you’ll make a subtle hint to soobin about all the notes he addresses to you, but in the meantime, they’ll be kept safe in your pretty little box under your bed. and each time you find one, you’ll give soobin a kiss of gratitude for him letting you inside his heart—your heart.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the official end!! *sobs* *cries* *slides down wall and clutches hand to chest* i hope you all had a fun time reading and i hope i didn’t hurt your heart too much with the angst lmaooo 😭 thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to send asks in about this story at any time! just because the smau has come to an end, doesn’t mean the conversation has to!!! ♡

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[1000sunnygo]

Trafalgar D. Water Law: Whats the significance of Water?

Gonna be a long one, you can scroll down to TLDR below.

Many of us know that the spelling of Water in Law's name isn't the actual katakana spelling of the liquid water, ウォーター (Wo-ta-), which follows the classic British pronunciation. Instead, it's a new word ワーテル (Wa-teru), which combining with "Law" (written as "Ro, ロー" in Japanese) makes the correct Japanese spelling for "Waterloo (ワーテルロー)".

Big Mom's hat is named "Napoleon", the irony.

For the sake of separation from water, let's call it "Watel" for now.

It may not be that deep. "Waterloo" could be a simple pun Oda came up with on a whim, but the scene leaves a bit of mystery. Law was abruptly cut off while talking with Baby 5 and Buffalo. And the pun only works in Law's name; it wouldn't work on, say, his sister Lami's name.

Also, for Law to uncover the mystery of his checkered fate, it'd make sense that his character arc is leading to finding the history of his own bloodline.

Trafalgar family happens to be the only family of Ds with an extra hidden name so there's something going on. Unfortunately, Law is the only surviving member of Trafalgar family and he knows nothing about it. Now it's up to him to restore his family's lost knowledge.

Law says "Watel" is 忌み���, a "secret name."

The word 忌み名 (imina) is an uncommon word, Japanese readers needed to do some dictionary digging too. "Imi" (忌み) means abstinence, taboo, religious purification; "na" 名 means name. Imina can be defined as a pure name, or a taboo name.

There's an old Japanese article speculating about Law's name, here's a passage from it:

The term "忌み名" encompasses meanings such as "given name for a person of high status," "title bestowed based on achievements during one's lifetime," and "name used for the deceased person." If Watel is a "忌み名" meaning a "given name for a person of high status," it might trace back to Law's ancestors, possibly connecting to nobility. Therefore, online discussions include speculations like "Were Law's ancestors individuals of considerable status?" or "Could they have been part of the royalty?"

To clarify what it meant with "the name given to a deceased person", I've read some articles about "imina", so let me share what I understood. It's an additional knowledge unrelated to Law's name, I'll explain why afterwards.

Names are often believed to be linked to spirituality, like how you can't exorcise a devil without its name, or use voodoo dolls on a person without knowing their name. In old Japan and China, sometimes two names were given to a person. One is the name that is shared with everyone, other is their taboo name 忌み名 'imina' - that is kept hidden within the family. This name relates to the person's spirituality.

忌み also means pure. As spirit world is linked to deities and gods, and dead body is considered impure. A person would be called in their imina or pure name when the person dies and become a spirit. It was forbidden to call a person using their imina during their lifetime, and to refer to them in their human world name after their death.

The parents gave their children a good 'imina' for their better future. A child with 'imina' has a connection with their spirituality, and by knowing that name, they were believed to have some control over their future.

According to this classic definition, a living person is never called in their imina which is their spirit's name, and it wouldn't be tucked into their real name. For Law to have an 'imina', rather than as his spiritual name, it is implied that his family carried Watel as a secret title that become part of a name over the generations.

From the theories I've read about Law's name, here's a common ground most of them agreed on:

D is a name shared among many people from The Ancient Kingdom, whereas the name Watel specifies a title given to a specific bloodline, for a yet unknown reason.

The theory that D's aren't a single bloodline became more apparent over time, it's now believed to be a codename that was passed down regardless of their ethnicity and family history (ie. Queen Lily who didn't belong to ancient kingdom) - only thing common among them is that they're the enemies of "gods", aka Celestial Dragons.

So who were the Watel? Throwing in my personal theory....

I think Trafalgar family didn't belong to the Ancient Kingdom. Rather, they were affiliates of the Neferteri Family that took the name "D".

There are some similarities between Trafalgar and Neferteri families.

Both of these families are the only D's that kept their names hidden, implying that their ancestors could retain some knowledge of the void century (unlike other Ds who seem to know nothing of D's significance, which means the truth of their bloodline was completely suppressed from being passed down). How could these two families survive the complete purge of knowledge? By never belonging to the ancient kingdom.

Both Neferteri and Trafalgar families are loosely attached to the classic "D" characteristics, to the point you can't immediately associate them to being D's. Rather than bringing a wave of change themselves, they're particularly interested about learning the history. Notably Cobra and Law.

Here's the headcanon territory.

The two families probably had connections in the past through two people: Queen Neferteri Lily and a Trafalgar who we don't know yet.

How were they connected? Couldn't be marriage, as the family names weren't exchanged.

Doctor and Patient, perhaps?

Watel was a title given to the Trafalgar by Queen Lily. That's where the 'title connected to royalty' of imina comes from.

The word Watel (ワーテル) doesn't have a meaning per se, but I can push it a little in meta direction.

The more convincing theory is that it's a wordplay, Watel = War Tale (in japanese it only needs a space in the middle of the word) similar to Raftel = Laugh tale. Probably a title given for the heroic activities of Trafalgars during the war between the Celestials and the Ancient Kingdom.

A less convincing theory is that Watel's close alternative "Water" goes in combination with "Lily" to form Water Lily. We know that Arabasta is based on Egypt, and Water Lily in Egyptian culture has a great significance and connection to sun. Maybe the Queen's gesture of respect was to give a title that would combine with her name.

Reminder that Law's name also has a 'combination pun', Waterloo.

This is the only ancient doctor that has been mentioned in One Piece. Possibly the same doctor - that'd tie up most loose thread together. Too convenient? hasn't stopped Oda until now, has it?

Doctor Trafalgar possessed the power of ope ope no mi and performed many miracle operations, Queen Lily hired them for their skill and talent, giving them a royal title. Both Lily and the doctor took the codename "D" to support the people from Ancient Kingdom who were rebelling against Imu and the Celestials.

Doctor Trafalgar discovered the fruit's potential of performing a perennial youth surgery, an information that was intercepted by Nerona Imu. The doctor was kidnapped and forced to perform the surgery on him, the process taking thier life.

Alternative could be that Watel was the given name of the doctor and Trafalgar family simply carry it as a tribute to them, remembering their connection to a royal family and an inevitable sacrifice.

The fruit returning to the same family, to another Trafalgar who has yet to confront Imu as a D to find the history of their family - would truly affirm that Law's life is "checkered." It'd be poetic for Law to dispel the immortality affect from Imu. Hopefully without putting his own life at risk.

Rosinante believed Law is kept alive as if by a divine force. He must have a role to play.

TL;DR

- Law's secret family name Watel is an 'imina', in his own words, which signifies that it's a secret title passed down by his ancestors.

- Similar to Neferteri Family, Trafalgar Family are D's who didn't belong to the ancient kingdom and thus survived the purge of knowledge, able to withhold some knowledge and keep the D in their names hidden over generations.

-The ancestors of both of these families took the codename 'D' like people from ancient kingdom to support their action against Imu, even though they didn't belong to the ancient kingdom themselves.

-Watel was either the royal title or the given name of a Trafalgar who worked under/with Neferteri Lili, and was likely a doctor who possessed and discovered the immortality operation of Ope Ope no mi.

-The said doctor was forced to grant immortality to Imu, dying in the process. Trafalgar family carry 'Watel' in their names as a tribute to the fallen ancestor.

-Law having the same fruit as his fallen ancestor is the truth of his checkered fate. It's possible that he will be involved in dispelling the immortality from Imu.

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[sweetracha]

First Sleep Over with Stray Kids

Goodnight Moon: Lee Know

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (Smut), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), Sour Sweet (Mild Angst)

Allery Warning: Idol Member, Secret Relationship, Lowkey Unhealthy Relationship, Possessive Minho, Dom Minho, Nicknames (Kitten, Princess, Master, Sir), 'Public' Intercourse

The Sweetest Treats: @cr4ziee0szn

Confectioner's Note: This is my first time actually writing smut. While I read it, it was definitely different to write it. Hope you all enjoy!

Amber glows through the cracks of the log as embers burn out into a dark night sky becoming the stars. The moon chandeliers above as the subtle fog surrounds the venue. The world became the stage for lovers, dancing as if a part of nature itself.

Minho held you close. His hold was gentle as if he'd shatter you but secure as not to let the soft breeze take you from him. Nothing will take you from him again. 

All Min knew was flashing lights, tabloids, gossip, packed stadiums, little sleep, and dancing. That was his safety in this all. When he danced he was able to block out the whole world around him. It didn’t matter if he was one of the biggest idols or an absolute nobody, dancing was his lifeline. Then he met you. 

You were working at a small cafe located in the heart of Seoul. Patrons easily missed the quiet escape amongst the hustle and bustle of the city. Music played over the speakers in a low hum. Almost unconsciously you swayed along. Slowly you began to lose your mind to the calm melodic tunes. DING! You snapped to attention as the little sliver bell rang, alerting you of a customer. There you were met with a different Lee Know than the world knew. No longer was he the confident, cocky, stone-cold idol. Instead, he was a shy captivated boy who now knew what his childhood storybooks meant by love at first sight. Sweet as the sugar you baked with, you greeted him. 

The next year went by like a flash. Two comebacks, a world tour, hosting, and everything else that took him away from you. As an idol, he was not allowed to date, especially a nobody like you. He hated how the company described you that way after finding out. JYP himself organized a meeting to discuss "outside influences" affecting the team. Minho's blood boiled when he saw those words. The boys loved you! Chan saw you as a gift to them. The maknaes came to you for comfort most days. Even Changbin admitted on more than one occasion that he would protect you from any threat. To imply you were hurting the team made Minho want to quit altogether.  But he knew that wouldn't be what you wanted. You told him one night after a tearful confession that he was not allowed to pick you over his career, you made him swear by it. 

So without much of a choice, he had to break your heart. He showed up at your apartment and delivered the bad news then left. The staff made him delete all your information and scrub any trace of his once beloved sweetheart from his life. 

Or at least that's what the company believed.  After the meeting concluded Chan pulled Min swiftly into a supply closet, sporting looks of confusion from other idols. Christopher laid out the plan in full. Lee Know was to remain single and tell the public the reason why he frequented the bake shop was upon staff's request. However, Lee Minho would be fully committed to his blushing love as long as he kept it hidden. That meant no photos, no open lines of communication, and no more visiting his favorite Cafe. Everything began to weigh on you two until a little chicken came up with an idea.

"Why don't you two go camping?" Felix stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We can't 'just go camping' Felix, it's not that easy" Minho snapped back, he hated talking about you in this way. "Why? Chan only stated that you two can't be in public or visit each other's places…the woods are pretty private if you ask me" Lixie said with a hint of suggestion and a wink in his eye. He was right though, camping had been another escape for Minho before his life became crazed. Maybe it could be an escape now for the two of you? A place where he can have you all to himself, where no one can get in the way.

“I need you” he stated bluntly. His sudden words shook you out of your trance. With a giggle you responded “But you have me”

Long slender fingers tilted your chin upwards, making you stare into Minho’s now possessive eyes. “Kitten I need to show the world you are mine. I need every single living thing to know only I can have my kitten.” You nodded and he approved of your now redding complexion. 

Minho laid you down on the previously discarded blanket you two used for dinner. Soft fabric barely protected you from the rough ground but you didn’t care, not with how Min is feeling you up. He groped and grabbed as if he needed to know this wasn’t a dream. The now naked beauty in front of him was too good to be true.

“Minho touch me, please” You pleaded as he took his sweet time savoring your skin under his lips. You tasted as if you were created in that little cafe he loved so much. “Please sir” your weak little voice lit a fire in him.

“Look at you begging for me darling. Your sweet little moans are so tempting kitten. We are alone you know? Finally alone…and I am going to give you so many reasons to scream” His eyes went dark.

Minho lowered himself down your body as he slowly spread your legs. His grip was enough to tell you not to move them. While you both knew you were more than capable of being a brat, the way he was acting tonight told you that you better behave. A gentle test lick was given to your clit not long after a confident stripe followed. 

“You taste fucking delicious kitten, and you sound even better” he continued with his actions upon hearing your cries of pleasure. Once he felt you were wet enough, Minho easily slipped in two fingers. “I haven’t had time to fuck you properly baby, You've gotten so tight on me again. I need to prep you isn’t that right pretty girl?” His words were sweet but laced with a mocking tone. You were drunk on him. All you could do was cry out incoherent statements as Minho felt you clench around his digits. “Come on baby, you know what to do. Show the stars just how good I can make you feel.” With one final thrust, he felt you convulse through your orgasm. Min helped you down from your high but in your foggy state, you didn’t notice him pull his cock free from his sweats. It wasn’t until you felt the tip pushing through your entrance did you realize.

“I can’t it's too much” Your oversensitive mind took over. “You can princess, you are going to lay there like a good obedient kitten and take what I give you. Got it?” “too big” “I said ‘Got it’” Minho emphasized with a hand to your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you whined out in satisfaction. 

He wanted to start slow, he really did. But with the way you were looking at him, glossy-eyed and innocent as you babbled away he had to ram into you. Quickly he sent a hard and steady pace that made you scream out. It was when you went completely silent, face contorting in pure ecstasy that he knew he found it. “Does that feel good kitten, did your master find your sweet spot?” he asked rhetorically as he slammed into that spot over and over again. With the way you were clenching around him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He doubled his efforts if that was even possible.

“PLEASE” is all you could get out before you constricted again. “Cum for me pretty kitty, fucking cum” and with that you did. Shortly after Minho followed with a rumbling growl of your name. He fell next to you on the blanket, heart beating rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. A warm soft feeling came over him. Looking down he found a sleepy kitten curled into his chest. He knew he needed to clean you up and take you into the tent…but that can wait for a few moments. Right now he just wanted to be with you. He wanted to spend time with his true escape. 

Sleep Over Series Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids fluff #skz smut #skz fluff #lee know x reader #minho x reader

[thatlittleegyptologist]

Hi! I recently went to the Field Museum in Chicago which has an exhibit on Ancient Egypt. Along with the many artifacts on display there are also a lot of mummified persons. I believe that there is genuine educational value in examining these people since it can tell us about the culture at the time of preservation; however, I think that there is a disconnect for me when it comes to the display of human remains since I think it can be too easy to forget that they are/were people. (1/2)

I know that there are also elements of what surviving family/culture/modern country feel about the remains being on display and those must be respected. I was wondering how someone who studies Egyptology deals with these sorts of questions for themselves. At least for you, is there a difference between studying the remains and allowing the public to see them? (2/2)

You, personally, find there's a disconnect between the mummy on display and finding it's a real person. I don't have that issue and never have done. They are people, and always have been. Almost anyone who works in a museum that has mummies will tell you that we're quite likely to greet them in the morning, or as we pass by during the day, or as we're leaving. We treat them as people. I don't think you'd find anyone working in museums or Egyptology who'd say 'nah that's an object fuck it'. When you handle these remains, you are painfully aware that this was once a person. There is no escaping that, and I think too many people seem to be of the opinion that we don’t care at all. It’s simply not true. We work with their belongings, their bodies, their words, their names. If anyone is forgetting they’re human it’s certainly not us. We are all too aware that these are people. 

However, for me, running parallel to this: They're dead. And I don't mean that in a 'well hey let's do whatever the hell we like', just that they've been dead for a very long time. That's the reality. The person they were isn't there and hasn't been there for a very long time. I view it much like the poem 'Immortality' - 'Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.' Great care is taken when working with human remains, because they are people, but at the same time they are very definitely dead. I cannot control what happens to my remains in 4000 years time, and tbh I'll be dead so I won't know. People always say 'oh no you can't say that you'd hate it if someone was disturbing your rest' and no...I wouldn't....I'm dead. I've got no idea what's going on. I can choose how and where I am buried, however, what someone is doing with whatever fragments of me are left in 4000 years is literally none of my concern.

As an Egyptologist, and someone who is familiar with how archaeology, the passing of time, and the encroachment of 'modern' humans (relative term, since this has been going on for a long as humans have been building ever expanding cities) into areas that were previously the realm of the dead, I need you to know that we are continuously disturbing the dead during modern life. Remains of humans long since dead are being moved all the time for things like building work. London is full of churches that used to have graveyards. Those graves have been dug up and moved, and they’re not individually reburied. They’ll dig a pit, and they’ll place all the remains from that graveyard into the new pit, and then rebury them. Euston station in London is literally built on top of a graveyard. So many buildings around the world are built over burial sites. This is because for many places, burial sites used to be outside the city walls, but as the city grew over the centuries, and the graves of those there were hidden by time, new buildings were built above them. When that building gets removed, suddenly there’s bodies everywhere, and you’ve got to move them. They can’t stay or they’ll be destroyed. So, they get moved. Some to new grave sites (as above), and some are kept for study. It all depends on the nature of the remains. 

There is obviously a difference for me between the scientific study that Egyptologists undertake (not me personally. I'm not interested in mummies that much) and those mummies being on display. Scientifically we can learn a lot from mummies; from the causes of death, age at death, how hard a person’s life would have been, if they had any disabilities, how mummification was performed on them, various DNA studies (which will be difficult due to the advanced decay of said DNA) etc etc. When they’re on display, they’re not specifically for Egyptologists. They’re a means to connect visitors with the Ancient Egyptians as humans. Now, when I say this I don’t mean ‘ohh people don’t think the Ancient Egyptians were human’ what I mean is that the Ancient Egyptians lived so long ago that it is to most people unfathomably long. They can’t connect with the people who made these things. Who lived these lives. This is often why we get conspiracy thought relating to Ancient Egypt. People, today, cannot conceive of people then doing these things. Mummies are a way of reconnecting the people of today with the people back then. They remind us that these objects we’re viewing were created by these human beings. They remind us of our own mortality, and even perhaps our own wishes for death. They are there not just as ‘things’, but as the type of people that made the things you see in the exhibit, and the people that made Ancient Egypt the civilisation we know and love. 

In Ancient Egyptian culture, it was normal for death to be a part of everyday life. Be that funerals, craftsmen making items that were for burials, people working on tombs, visiting the tombs of loved ones, and the House of Life (where mummification happened). Life expectancy was shorter, and people were more prone to dying from things that today we'd shrug off with a cup of coffee and a paracetamol. As already mentioned, part of this culture was going to visit the dead to bring offerings so that their Ka (life spirit) may continue to live on in the Afterlife. During this time you would also speak the name of the dead, as it was important that the name lived on too. In fact, their tombs would have little passages carved saying 'as for those who pass by my tomb, please speak my name and say a voice offering of....' In fact, I’m reliably informed that this is precisely what the Field Museum asks you to do upon entering the exhibit, which is quite a way from ‘disrespecting the dead’. Without this happening, the Ka and Ba of the Egyptian would die a ‘second death’, which for the Egyptians was permanent. There was no coming back from this, and it was something they desperately sought to prevent. They didn’t want to be forgotten. To have their names unspoken. To lie in a dark place, never to receive offerings that would sustain them. That was the worst thing that could happen to a person. To be yanked out of the afterlife because you’d been forgotten (see: Disney’s Coco, which has very similar themes). 

The dead in Egypt weren't always 'buried', which is a sort of misnomer to be honest. Sometimes they're down a deep shaft, which the family would visit, and sometimes they're in the coffin but the coffin isn't buried. It's just there in the room the family visits. Sometimes it's just a mummy on a shelf in catacombs. These are places the Egyptians would go frequently. Perhaps every few days, and almost certainly every few weeks. They would speak with the dead, they would leave offerings, the whole family would go along. There are children’s drawings on some mummy bandages and cartonage from the time of Ancient Egypt, showing that not only were they on display, but they were taking their children and the children had access to the deceased. They were not obsessed with death, but it was an intrinsic part of their lives. Even during certain festivals, they would go to the tombs of their family and get absolutely wasted and then fuck in the tombs. So, you see, the Egyptians had very little qualms about the dead being on display and visited. That is, after all, what they’d do themselves. They were not shut away and forgotten about. A museum display, with their names able to be read, offerings from tombs surrounding them, and they are not forgotten, is almost the ideal conditions for an Egyptian’s afterlife to continue. 

Western culture has, and I sort of paraphrase Caitlin Doherty (Ask a Mortician) here, got quite weird about death. We do one of two things: say 'ew dead people gross. put those away' or say 'oh no we're not respecting them put them away'. We shy away from death. It's always to be 'put away' so as to be out of sight and out of mind for various reasons. Now, some cultures, ancient or otherwise, have qualms about their dead being on display, and we should respect those, so I am not talking about those cultures here, only about Ancient Egypt (waits for the anon who didn’t read this part to yell at me). However, death as an overarching theme in society is something western cultures do not like to talk or think about. We sidestep the uncomfortable truth of our own mortality under the guise of civility (don’t you care that these are people? Put them away!) or ‘death is too gross or too sad’ (eww dead body) to talk about. No matter which of these angles people come from, the end result they want is the same ‘put it in a dark hole/room and let’s not talk about it any more’. If more people were honest with themselves, mummies make them uncomfortable because they force people to confront the unknown of death and dying. No one knows what will happen to their remains in 4000 years, and that’s frightening. No one knows if they’ll even be remembered, and most likely we won’t be. As the poet John Keats has inscribed on his gravestone ‘Here lies one whose name was writ in water’, as he faced the very human realisation that we are but blips on this earth and we cannot know the future. Mummies are a gentle way to force us to confront that innate fear, even if we’re not aware that it’s what they’re doing. When I see mummies on display, I see people, I see their lives lived thousands of years before mine, and I can see their wants and fears laid bare. Seeing their names and ages at death makes me appreciate how fragile life is, and yet the care of others that went into preserving them so they could rise anew. I see humanity. Hide that away, and you break the connection between the objects on display and the humans that created them. 

Carefully thought out displays, and trust me we think them out before we make them (unless we haven’t got the funding to update them yet), can be ways in which the idea and reality of death can be introduced to people gently. Especially children. It gets them thinking about their lives, and also death, so when they are confronted by death due to the death of a friend or family member it is not something they have no knowledge of or ways to understand. School groups are often introduced to the mummies by name, and asked to say hello. They’re then taught about the person’s life and what their job would have been and maybe even how they died. Some school groups are even asked to think of what they’ve been taught about the Egyptians wanting to take with them food wise to the afterlife, and say to them out loud ‘Nesamun we hope you get bread and ox meat in the afterlife!’ and then asked to say goodbye to them too. It gives them an understanding of the dead, shows them their humanity, and also shows them they have nothing to fear from the dead (a common thread in western culture). We did this with my niece when my grandma passed in 2020. She was two and half, and didn’t really understand what was happening. The permanence of death is a difficult concept to explain to a toddler, and she was full of questions. We explained what cremation meant, and what graveyards are, and she asked more questions that were too difficult to answer. So we took her to the museum and showed her the mummies. ‘Are they dead like momma?’ she asked. ‘Yes’ we replied, ‘these are people who died a very long time ago’. ‘So they’re not coming back?’ she said with her classic eyebrow quirk ‘no, sweetheart they’re not coming back’ ‘what’s his name?’ she demanded ‘Panesittawy’ a thoughtful pause ‘did he have a momma?’ ‘yes he did’ she traces the outline of the face on the coffin on the glass of the case ‘she isn’t coming back either is she?’ ‘no sweetheart’ then, as I’ve never forgotten, ‘ok bye dead people hope you like the stars!’ and toddled off. Now when we go to museums, she likes to be introduced to all the mummies if we know their names, and says hi even if we don’t know their names. 

So, as an Egyptologist, I know full well that Ancient Egyptian mummies are people. I have no disconnect between the body and the person. I treat them with compassion and joy, as if I were greeting old friends. They teach me about their lives, through scientific study, and I teach other people about their lives through outreach. I am a voice and intermediary between the past and the present, and together with my deceased colleagues we can remind people of just where they came from, while ensuring that their names get to live on anew. 

#I'm trusting you guys to be normal about this and if you can't reblog privileges will be revoked #tw death

[thetombedspirit]

SPOILERS FOR AVATAR: FRONTIERS OF PANDORA - TAP CON-1 AND THE SARENTU MOOT MASSACRE

I wanted to post my full thoughts about the game after i finished my first playthrough, but I can not just keep what I just learned in my head, so be forwarned; Spoilers ahead.

Let me just say that the entire TAP CON-1 quest made me feel... disgusting.

That word perfectly encapsulates how I felt the second I heard how they made the children shower in disinfectant, as if they were diseased. I felt gross, and messy and just absolutely disgusted.

And then the massacre happened and I was just... I don't know how to describe it. Like, I knew Alma was involved, but the way that it all just poured out. That she was there during the whole slaughter, how she admits to playing ignorant, how she let the children believe the lie that their families abandoned them and it just made me think of everything else she's done since knowing her.

She did nothing as the RDA barged into the moot and slaughtered the entire clan.

She did nothing as the children were literally shoved into cages like animals, shackled like prisoners and then washed and striped of everything that made them Sarentu.

She proceeds to teach them what she sought out to teach, knowing damn well the consequences of wanting her school program to work.

She did nothing as Mercer and Harding trained/abused the children.

She did nothing when Mercer killed Aha'ri (which should have been the breaking point at this rate)

She left the children in cyrosleep for 16 years, not once thinking to check if they were actually alive.

She proceeds to keep her secret, and even expresses confirmation in an audio log that "they made the right choice" when bringing up how the Sarentu children are adjusting to the resistance. Basically implying that she's glad her teachings worked.

She tells Ri'nela that the Kame'tire can't be trusted, alienating the clan that she indirectly ruined with her ambitions.

And when she's finally figured out and Alma's Avatar is killed, she laments about never experiencing Pandora freely anymore, as if she expects Ri'nela and MC to lament with her.

After the whole funeral, I began rummaging it around in my head, and in the end, I concluded that the death of Alma's avatar and her actions are in direct parallel to Jake's.

Jake wanted to be part of the Na'vi because he got to actually connect with it's culture and worked to become a part of it. And when he screwed up, he worked to earn the Omaticaya's forgiveness, eventually becoming a true Na'vi.

Alma pretty much already saw herself as part of the Na'vi, despite barely doing anything. When Nor happily shows them the Sarentu knife and then laments how it was kept as a trophy and Alma said it was back with "us", like she was implying herself as part of the Sarentu. And she did very little if nothing at all to amend her mistakes, instead opting to play the victim here.

I also thought about Grace here, and her own sins with her own school. But the difference there is that she actually worked to make a friendship with the Omaticaya before taking in students. And her school was out in the forest, made from wood and full of life and learning. Alma's school was indoors inside metal walls, cut off from the outside world and they were taught one-sided knowledge that boosted the RDA's image and tarnished the Na'vi's.

And then Grace's School failed, she to seemed to loose herself to her avatar, preferring her avatar body to her human,, but she never once tried to cover up her mistakes. And she tried to make things work.

Alma did nothing but cover up the truth until it couldn't be hidden anymore.

In the end, the fact that just one quest could make me feel like this and have me think about all this really shows that the story works.

So it's gameplay is a little too simular to Far Cry. Who cares? So long as the story has me feeling complex emotions like this, I will play it.

Even if the glitches get a little annoying, I still enjoy every bit of this game.

And I will post my full thoughts on the game once I've finished it.

Anyway, thanks for putting up with my train wreck of thoughts!

#avatar frontiers of pandora #alma cortez #the ambassador program #the sarentu #jake sully #grace augustine #mini rant #just... wow

[mr2swap]

the Great shift:hell called "Chuck"

-Chuck, are you serious?- At any other time I wouldn't mind my fat old stepdad scratching his balls in public, but now that we've swapped bodies things have changed for both of us.

Unfortunately thanks to the Great shift I landed in my stepfather's shitty body and since then I have lived as an obese old man with a gray unkempt beard, oversized soccer jerseys, and this terrible old man scent coming from my whole body, at first I thought it was Chuck's horrible natural scent but now that I have his body deodorant seems to not affect this 60-year-old man's body.

And while I have to live in this hell called "Chuck" he has taken over my life, I quit my job, he broke up with my girlfriend, he took over my friends! I have nothing left that is only mine! Since I got into this body I haven't seen any of my bros in the gym or the girl I was dating and I'm pretty sure Chuck hasn't told anyone that we were affected by the big change and I feel humiliated all the time for Chuck and his new and fit body.

-oh... I'm sorry boy, it's that I shaved my balls last night and it itches like hell...- Since my stepfather has my body he does nothing but get angry, at first it was torture, he kept massaging his muscles, smelling them, and kissing them in front of me every time we were in the same room and walking around the house showing off my huge cock like it was a trophy.

While I have to make do with the dick I now have hidden under this hairy belly and I still can't believe my mother married this fat bastard, although at least she doesn't have to see what her "husband" does to her "stepson"

I've been living like an obese old man for 3 months, and it doesn't seem like the government or anyone knows how to fix this, maybe I should just get used to this…for me and my health.

-Hey boy!, I completely forgot I'll use the car tonight so I'll just change my sweaty clothes and go with some friends for some drinks so don't wait up for me…-

It sounds more and more tempting to reveal the truth to my old friends, none of them know that they are actually partying with my elderly stepfather instead of me. But… Jesus!, I'm so embarrassed that anyone finds out about this that I'd rather they all continue to believe I'm old-fashioned, overweight Chuck.

-Oh! and if you want you can go to the motel next door you know why If the noises bother you I plan to bring someone in the evening and I would not like you to disturb us in the middle of the action-

But that's not the worst, I can't believe that even though I have my stepdad's pathetic dick now, he's hard all the time! And Chuck seems to take advantage of the fact that he knows I'm gay and that he has my extremely hot body.

-But if you promise not to make any noise, maybe I could leave the door a little open for you "Chuck"… of course, as long as our secret remains standing.-

At least "Trevor" seems used to my body and my life. I just wish he would stop being a jerk and stop using my body to get rich at the gay club in town, he's not even gay! He only uses my reputation in the club to bring drunk guys to our house, let them suck my old dick and take the money from their wallets.

Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories, see similar stories on my patreon, you can also join my discord if you are interested in role-playing about bodyswap, possession and transformation, m2m!

#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch #male transformation #great shift

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi again I hope you can do a yandere mer parents wolverine and storm [ animated series ] x mer baby reader please.

Okay, I'll see what I can do! Thank you for being specific! Let's dive in-

• Storm and Wolverine as mer would be powerful. Dangerous. Cunning. They're smart, they know how to outwit humans, and they have avoided them for a very long time. Even in their secluded home, with their pod, they still want something... Well... SomeONE...

• Having Reader is a big event for them. They hatched/birthed a baby! And it's such a cute, tiny little thing! Both of them are cuddling with their guppy and keeping them tucked between the two of them when they sleep. They can't believe they made them... That they finally got to have their own little one...

• Storm as a parent is very motherly. She's loving, she's caring, and she adores Reader. If Reader wants a hug, she'll gladly give them as many as they want. If they want to play, she already has several toys picked out for Reader to play with. If they're scared of a tsunami or hurricane, she's soothing them, and keeping them close to her, hidden in their nest and kept safe with her...

• Wolverine as a parent is fatherly. He loves Reader, and shows it by what he does. Reader is hungry? He hunts a nice fish for them to eat, deboned and still warm. They're cold? He's either tucking them under his tail or putting Reader in his guppy pouch. They're afraid of something? He tells them he'll scare it away or eat it, so it won't bother them anymore. And he keeps his promises...

• Reader is likely a sweet, quiet mer baby. They don't get into mischief, but they sometimes explore when they're lonely. This has led to Storm or Wolverine following them, or simply tucking Reader in their guppy pouch and telling them they can explore a safer area, after a nice nap. Both of them worry over their guppy, but they know they can't hide them away forever. That doesn't mean they won't do so for the longest time, but their child needs to see the world around them, not just from the safety of the nest...

• If Reader gets hurt by an animal or is captured by humans, these two are on the hunt. They don't leave any stone left unturned, they don't give up, and the moment they find out what harmed their child, they're gutting them or sending lightning into them. They'll comfort Reader, hugging them close and kissing their head and cheeks, but their enemies are left a bloody, charred mess, on a sinking ship, as they slip off into the calming waters, clutching their little one and whispering sweet nothings to them... Everything will be okay, they're safe, Mommy and Daddy are there to help... It'll all be okay, little one... They won't ever abandon their baby...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere #Mer X-Men

[italoniponic]

Hi, can i just say I love your writing! Can i please request a scenario with Jamil where you are his secret admirer and start leaving gifts and cards in his locker all addressed under 'secret admirer' and everyday it always shows up somehow everyday and he can't figure out who it is but realizes it when you say something word for word from one of his letters? I just want to give him the world- thank you!💖

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon!

YEEESSS JAMIL DESERVES THE WORLD

I actually got Jamil to realize it a little earlier but not like fully, it’s just that I think he would suspect the reader at some point but not 100% believing it. Just wanted to inform you about that. This was a really funny story to make, from every little detail to Jamil’s journey to understand things and finally the reveal moment. I love to write Jamil, he’s a mood and at the same time, he’s so complex and interesting, especially about the way he deals with his emotions and how he sees the world around him. Like, really, I just want to hug Jamil so tight with all the love and care I feel for him <3

And I included Azul for a brief moment bc… their dynamic is precious (you never had a friend like him~)

Thanks for the request <3 |

Jamil Viper x gender neutral reader / scenario / 2,2 k words / secret admirer / fluff / bits of comedy / Aladdin references / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Secret Admirer's Wish

“Dear Jamil,

I will never really be able to detail enough how much I admire you and feel grateful for everything you do. There may be hard times, but somehow you always lift your head and find a way to keep going. I wonder where you get that strength from. Would I be able to do the same? Maybe I could also help you, be your support? But I don't think I'm good enough for that. Well, I passed by the city and these shoelaces reminded me of you. I think you’re in need of new ones, but you don’t have time to go out to buy. Hope you like it. The receipt is fixed on this note in case you want to exchange it for something else. But it's no use asking for me in the store, I'll let you know~ 

I hate to repeat it, but I really hope you like it. It's a very sly style! With love (and apologies for the pun),

Your secret admirer.”

Jamil didn't know if this was luck or bad luck. Lately, he was receiving a lot of letters and gifts from a mysterious person, a supposed secret admirer. The gifts weren’t a problem — whoever this person is, they knew his style very well and almost always got what he was wanting to buy right.

But the letters made Jamil very suspicious. So many beautiful words, compliments, promises of admiration and feelings. If Jamil didn’t find these letters in his place in the class, hidden in the space where he kept his school material, it was found in his basketball club’s locker.

He couldn't get it out of his head that this could all be a prank. With each new note, Jamil thoroughly studied the letter and style of phrases, trying to associate it with someone. Trying to find small openings that could reveal the true identity of the sender.

Jamil had his own list of suspects to go through some investigation.

It could have been Kalim trying to actually become friends with him, but that possibility was dismissed pretty quickly because it wasn't his style to keep a secret for so long — and in such a discreet way. Kalim would have revealed all on the second day, loudly and with all the excitement that he had been keeping for a long time.

Another possibility would be Ace or Floyd, as they were his teammates at the basketball club and prone to silly pranks. Overall, it would be more likely because they had the opportunity to observe Jamil more closely to know some of the things he needed — though, not all of them.

“Well, well! Another gift from your admirer, senpai?,” Ace leaned on Jamil's right shoulder, a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, look, a snake shoelace. What do you think, Umihebi-chan?,” Floyd took his place to the left side of his colleague, also entertained by the situation. 

That made Jamil very suspicious but he just kept the themed shoelace and note in his pocket, and kept going as if nothing had happened. Although Floyd and Ace could be the authors of those “little cute letters full of admiration and affection”, he didn’t think they would have so much literary tact to write something so flowery and sincere.

If it was really a prank and not just a very blatantly cruel act of love delusion, the duo would have done something more clichéd, predictable and affected. Jamil knew how to recognize empty words even on paper. In fact, it’s a very fine line between complete naivety, genuine kindness and the most plastic stupidity ever manufactured.

With the end of club activities, Jamil changed the laces on his shoes while reviewing his investigative thoughts. He wouldn’t rest on his case. As if he was going to let someone just praise him for no reason! Especially since it was attracting a lot of attention to him.

The others were already beginning to notice the preference of that mysterious person for Jamil — and him only — so they started teasing Jamil to see if they could discover information that even he didn't know. 

There was also the fact that he really wanted to find out about this person at all costs. At least to thank them, talk a little and convince them that all that motivational support was enough. Well, he didn’t want this person to waste so much of their time on him just to compliment and support him.

Although — oh, it was so embarrassing to admit — Jamil was starting to enjoy being pampered. Just a bit. It seemed so petty of him to think like that and it absolutely corroded him inside, but he couldn’t help it.

This is a person who understands a lot of my style…, he grumbled to himself.

Jamil finished the knot in his favorite wine-red sneakers and noted the contrast to the black shoelace with blood-red rhombuses, a yellow aglet with two tiny red dots one on each side. He wondered if maybe it would look better in his PE sneakers because the color palette would match more.

During his walk to the hallways, Jamil remembered the detail in the note that informed him about the receipt and about how it would be ineffective to ask in the store who made the purchase. The sentence ended with a swung dash, as if the person was trying to be comical or humorous.

“Jamil-san! Floyd told me about your new shoelaces…,” an exaggeratedly kind voice sounded in that poor unfortunate guy’s ears. “Let me be the first to praise you for having such a kind admirer!”

Jamil stopped static halfway through and turned alermed to the most unbearable colleague in his class — in his opinion. Could Azul be his secret admirer? He would literally strangle the merman with his shoelaces, more convinced that this was an attempted bribe than an actual prank.

“How... would you describe this style, Azul?”

Jamil had thought of something. The likelihood of Azul answering the same from the note was small because the colleague was not at all careless but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“It's quite ‘you’ if I may say,” Azul answered, pulling his glasses closer to his face. He had his standard friendly smile. “I confess that I would have bought you something more practical aesthetically. A light-grey shoelace that would match any outfit... including Octavinelle's uniform for the Mostro Lounge.”

I pity the people who will be your victims when you hunt for employees in the future..., Jamil thought to himself. 

But Azul had raised a vital point: had he been the admirer, he would have made a very different purchase. In fact, the gifts Jamil received had an average and sometimes cheap price and were quite simple, something that someone would be able to buy with a reasonable allowance. 

As stingy as Azul was at times, to hook a big fish like Jamil and make him his precious ally, he would have tried harder and bought more expensive and valuable things. He would have known things about Jamil through Floyd's eyes, but not in such a deep way as to write down what Jamil needed to hear and at the same time, things that sounded so natural.

There was only one person left, even if Jamil couldn’t allow himself the luxury of certainty.

“Thanks, Azul. You were very useful,” he said, saying goodbye to his colleague.

“Did I?”

“Useless! I meant useless!,” Jamil corrected himself. The last thing he wanted was to owe a favor to that suspicious octopus.

“Just this once, I'll let it pass,” Azul’s eyes squinted as the other ran out of there. “I already have someone who is paying this debt…”

                                                    🌸🌸🌸

Saying that you were tired was a mere statement. 

In order to raise money for some of Jamil’s gifts, you made a deal with Azul to work at the Mostro Lounge for about three weeks now. And that day was pretty exhausting. Added to this, you took advantage of your little fifteen-minute break to run to the basketball court and leave one more note and gift for Jamil.

The day before, you went with Jade to the village to buy more groceries and ended up passing by a shoe store. Managing to lose track of your senior — or thinking you had — you walked in and found a pair of shoelaces that immediately reminded you of Jamil.

Your original plan was to buy him a pair of sneakers, but the options were too expensive and he was more in need of shoelaces than new shoes. Not that he said it with all the words, but you could tell by the state of his frayed shoelaces. All you wanted was to put your feelings into words and actions — even if he didn't know it was you.

In fact, you didn't know how much longer you could keep this secret. Jamil was very smart and sooner or later, he would get to you. What could be a desire or a fear depending on his real feelings for you.

You sighed, sprawled exhausted on the floor of Ramshackle’s entrance.

Your quick run and your dismissal of the day have tired you out a lot. It would probably take you another twenty minutes to get up and actually walk into your dorm. The Sun was milder at least, given the fact that it was getting closer to the end of the afternoon. You vaguely watched the horizon, not really paying much attention to the landscape.

That's why you got a bit scared to see two shins obstruct your vision and as you lowered your gaze, you recognized Jamil's new shoelaces.

“J-Ja-jamil!,” you looked up and saw the boy above you, his expression serene and quiet as always.

“Everything okay? You... are in a very bad state,” Jamil wanted to spare you from his concerned opinion that you looked horrible.

You let out a deep sigh, eventually relaxing too much.

“If a huge cobra had choked me to death, this wouldn’t have been the most difficult part of my day.”

“What?”

“Sorry, I forgot that you guys don’t understand these references…”

Truth be told, sometimes you say very incomprehensible things. But Jamil didn’t clinged too much on this. Instead, he bent his right leg, leaning on the floor with the tip of that foot to show you his sneakers.

“What do you think of my new shoelace?,” Jamil asked with a small smile. His eyes were so tight but so far out of reach that you didn't even notice how he looked like a cunning snake ready to pounce.

“Um, cool,” you complimented automatically, although too tired to express much emotion. Suddenly you laughed. “It's a very s-s-s-sly style, if you know what I mean.”

“But of course I understand... my secret admirer.”

“Oh, thanks. You’re so understandable sometimes, Jamil.”

Wait... secret admirer?, you repeated in your own head, slowly reasoning out what had just happened. It made you really stand up and hold him by the shoulders, desperate.

“No...! I...! Ah! I mean...!,” your ability to speak seemed to be gone.

Jamil, on the other hand, looked as shocked as you. He had come to you because there was no one else who could be close enough to him to understand him the way the words in those notes made it sound. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure if it could really be you.

He had approached cautiously, ready to wash his hands and ignore the whole situation if he had to. Jamil would have given up on finding out who that mysterious admirer was since the person he really loved couldn’t reciprocate him. 

In the last forty minutes, he had planned all the ways to reject his admirer — because not being matched by the one he wanted would already be enough pain. However, it seemed like he didn’t need to do any of this. 

“So it was you all along,” Jamil said, his eyes steady on you. “I'm glad.”

You were surprised to see Jamil smile, even though he looked down when he did. He didn't know how it made your heart melt to see him so determined one moment and then, shyly melt. You touched the side of his face, making him face you again. 

You had planned to write your next secret admirer letter all about the beauty of Jamil’s charcoal gray eyes but maybe you could say it another time. And in front of him too, at last!

“Jamil, are you a genius? - you asked, seeing Jamil raise one eyebrow in confusion. “Because you always fulfill my wishes.”

It was a silly pick-up line, you both knew that. But Jamil started laughing anyway. He tried to cover his mouth to muffle the sound, in vain. People say that because you're in love, you genuinely laugh at someone's jokes even if they're not very good. Maybe it was because that phrase softened the mood between you.

Either way, it was a beautiful scene to watch. Behind you, a beautiful and splendid sunset. Jamil — having at least controlled his laughter — tried to hide his smile from you, who regarded him as the most precious thing in your world.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #gender neutral reader #secret admirer trope #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fluff #honorable mention to azul ashengrotto #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting #jamil deserves the world

[lou-struck]

For Sweeter Dreams

Beelzebub x reader

Genre: angst with comfort

Prompt:  + 😭 + nightmare

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist on my homepage.

Warnings: Feelings of isolation, reader feeling unloved and unwanted, Food as a comfort, nightmare based panic attacks, history of coping alone, mention of past trauma, This one was a bit personal for me so if you are triggered by any of these things I think It would be best to skip this one.

You're so small, practically invisible, as you try to figure out where exactly you are. The large shoes of what can only be giants step over you, not even noticing you are trying desperately not to get smushed.

You have never felt so scared, so alone. All you see is a sea of legs and limbs around you. The pavement seems to go on for miles, no vantage points in sight.

All of a sudden, the dark shadow of a footstep looms over your head ominously. With your little legs, there is no way you can escape getting crushed. Your hands fly up to protect yourself as you brace for impact, but just before it crushes you, the giant stops. They lower their foot, and you see that they have seen you.

Wait, you know that face.

It's your best friend from the human world. Seeing them so close brings a smile to your face as you call out to them at the top of your lungs, waving your arms in greeting.

Surely with your friend here, they can lift you up and help you figure out why you are so small. But then you see the dark look of resentment etched onto their features as if they're staring down their worst enemy.

"Disgusting," they sneer, turning heel and walking away from you. "I can't believe I almost stepped on that thing."

"No one wants you here," another giant says; turning around, you meet the uncharacteristically cold figure of the Demon Prince. "I've made a mistake; why would anyone ever want you in a position so important?"

He, too, walks away, the power in his footsteps making the ground quake as you fall to your knees, and you realize that it's not just Diavlo who's a giant; it's everybody who ever cared for you. They all ignore you, and they all detest you.

Their insults are hurled at you as they pass by, not wanting to get too close to something as worthless as you. It's almost as if them stepping on you would ruin their day. Your chest feels so tight, and you can't help but shrink further and further into yourself.

"You're so annoying; why can't you just go somewhere else…"

"Does anybody really love you?"

"You're not worth helping."

"No matter where you go, you will always be a burden."

Even your tears are insignificant, dripping onto the pavement and shatters as if they are made from glass. But just as a tsunami pulls away from the shore after wreaking havoc, the wave of giants disappears, leaving you completely and utterly alone.

You have never felt this disgusting, this unloved in your life.

It's as if all those thoughts that have kept you up at night have decided to come at you all at once.

It's too much…

You must be dreaming…

You have to wake yourself up…

Every muscle in your body is on end as you jerk yourself awake. The deep gasp for air that forces itself from your quivering lips makes you sound more like a frightened animal than a human.

How can one's chest feel so tight and so empty all at once?

Your hands tremble as you grip the hem of your comforter, trying to ground yourself to something safe, something warm, something familiar.

Your shaky breaths and trembling lips only coax the fat tears down your face. They fall slowly, hot and sticky against your skin, but you can't bring yourself to wipe them away right now. Your restless mind thinks back to those long-hidden feelings of inadequacy and loneliness that have resurfaced. Time can heal most wounds, but these ones take longer than most.

You'll just have to wait out the pain; It usually goes away in a few hours or so. Then you can get some rest and go back to being whatever the world needs you to be in the morning.

In your darkened bubble, the only thing that exists is your own little muffled sobs. The world cannot see you, and if it did, would it even care?

Probably not

You're fine, everything's fine. Fluffing up the pillow behind you, you prepare to wait it out. Only to be interrupted by a ghostly soft knocking on your door.

~

Beel is a few hours behind schedule for his usual midnight snack.

After accidentally falling asleep right after his workout, he is not only starving, but his mind feels a bit foggy from his insufficient rest. His long legs carry him down the hallway as if he is on autopilot all the way to the kitchen.

Satan was on cooking duty earlier, so the fridge is stocked full of mouthwatering leftovers.

He hums softly to himself as he opens container after container of leftovers, piling the carefully marinated cuts of meat and aged-to-perfection cheeses onto two fluffy slices of bread.

Eying up the delicious leftover sandwich in front of him, He licks his lips and is just about to take a bite when his inhuman hearing picks up on a muffled sound coming from your room.

His stomach twists in discomfort as he sets his sandwich back down on the plate. There's no reason why you should make a sound like that, something so pain-filled and sorrowful.

Stepping out of the kitchen and into the hallway, he keenly listens for any sign of you being awake, only to be met with silence on the other side of the door.

Perhaps he imagined it.

But he doesn't want to leave now; something feels wrong; he can't leave, not until he knows that you're okay.

Slowly he raises his hand to the door, knocking gently against the wood. If you are asleep, he doesn't want to wake you up with a loud thud.

He'd hate to scare you.

Although you don't answer with your words, the faint sound of sniffling is what compels him to open the door. He turns the doorknob slowly at first, letting the light from the hallway peek into the room like a golden slice of pie.

You turn your head towards the light, and he sees that you are sitting up in your bed.

You are awake, and the relief that he had woken you hits him as his lips turn up in a light smile; but when he sees the way you hastily try to wipe away the tear tracks on your face, it disappears, and he wishes that he had just woken you up.

"Mc," his voice breaking slightly as he takes a hesitant step towards you as if you are a wounded animal, "Why are you crying?"

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Mentally you scold yourself for being caught in this position; the last thing anyone needs right now is for you to be a burden. Your fingers grip the edge of your blanket once again, allowing the fabric to absorb a few droplets of your salted tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asks again, taking another step forward. You want to lie; you want to tell him that everything is fine and you are just not feeling well. But you can't.

"I-I just had a dream Beel," you croak, your voice shaky and the threat of a sob bubbling up in your throat.

His features soften impossibly more as he sits down next to you on the bed. He is hardly even a foot away from you, but in your loneliness, you feel like he is still too far away. "You had a nightmare?" he repeats back to you, his voice lacking any sort of jest or patronization. "I get them too. Sometimes they hurt so much that after I wake up, I don't even feel hungry."

"That's not good, "you murmur. I wish that we could only have good dreams. It would certainly save us a lot of trouble."

"Do your dreams give you trouble a lot? "He asks, taking the initiative and placing his hand on top of your own. His skin feels much cooler than your own, lacking the heat and clamminess that itches your skin.

"Sometimes," you admit. "I don't like feeling this way." It's the truth, but it slips out so easily you feel like it's the wrong thing to say.

"I don't like it when you feel that way either," he sighs, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. "what did you dream about?"

If it were anyone else, you probably would've held your tongue or at least lied about not remembering what you had dreamed. But you know in your heart of hearts you can trust Beelzebub. So you tell him, you tell him of your insecurity, the fear you have of being unloved and alone. (these feelings are different for everyone, and so I decided to forgo the super personal dialogue)

He allows you to speak, never once interrupting as you spill the contents of your battered heart. By the time you are finished, the demon's heart looks like it's about to break for you. His strong arms wrapped around you, and you were pulled into what can only be best described as a protectively affectionate embrace.

"Have you felt like that this whole time?" He mumbles into your skin. "Do you think we would ever abandon you like that? You are our Mc, my Mc. You are loved by so many. Just seeing your smile makes me feel full. I promise you will never be abandoned."

"You promise," you sniffle, chest feeling lighter from his sincerity.

"I promise," he says softly, pressing the softest kiss to the top of your head. "You deserve to have sweet dreams."

"Thank you, Beel," You want to ask him to stay with you, but the words just won't come out. "I'm just worried about falling back into that dream again."

His eyes light up with what can only be an ingenious idea. "I'll be right back."

He leaves the room with a quickness you wouldn't expect someone of his build possesses as you sit up, glancing at your reflection in the sliver of your vanity mirror you can see from your position. Carefully you wipe away the few remaining tear streaks that glimmer against your skin. 

Beel returns soon after carrying two plates of generously cut chocolate and strawberry champagne cake Luke brought over earlier that day. 

"Here, you should have this piece," he says, placing the plate with the biggest berry in front of you. "You'll have sweeter dreams if you eat something good before you go back to sleep." his logic, while cavity-provoking, is relatively sound to your still unsteady psyche. 

If you were more up to it, you would've thought more about digging into such a sweet and crumbly treat on your bedspread, but right now, you can focus on Beel; his kind and concerned gaze are fixed solely on you, silently pleading with you to take a bit of the cake. 

Raising the fork to your lips, you take the first bite. Its rich spongey flavor melts in your mouth, and the sweetness from the berry makes the coca not too rich for your stomach. 

"It's delicious…" you say at last. "Thank you, Beel."

As you take a few more bites, you notice that he hasn't eaten his own slice yet. He is too focused on making sure you are okay. It fills your battered heart like air in a balloon. 

"Aren't you going to eat some Beel?" You ask, pushing his own plate across the bedspread.

He takes your words as an invitation and starts to dig into the fluffy cake. His eyes flutter shut as he takes his first bite, a part of you envies how he has this ability to make whatever he is eating seem like it is the most delicious thing in the world, but the other part of you is more determined to take another bite of the desert. 

"This… is… amazing," Beel says between bites. "You'll definitely have some sweet dreams when you're done."

"I think so," you smile, licking the last of the frosting off your lips. You take your now empty plate and place it on the nightstand. Your hands rest on the comforter, and you feel a different texture than just the soft down you are used to.

"Beel, I think we got crumbs all over my bed." your hands try to flick the mess onto your floor to deal with at a later time.

"We could go up to my room then," the gentle giant offers simply. "Belphie doesn't like it when I eat snacks in bed, so there aren't any crumbs."

"That sounds nice," you giggle; your voice is still a bit softer than either of you would like it to be, but that heavy weight in your heart has disappeared.

"Wait," he says suddenly.

"What is it?" You cock your head to the side and wait for him to continue what he is saying.

He looks a bit embarrassed as he glances back towards the kitchen, "Before we go, I need to finish the sandwich I made earlier. Is that okay?"

You let out your first real laugh of the night as you look at your hungry demon affectionately, "Of course, you can; let's go get you that sandwich."

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[unabashegirl]

Lycan 9 (HS)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Time seemed to stretch and bend as Y/N and Harry's gazes locked, the intensity of the moment hanging in the air like an unspoken promise. The diner seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in their own private world.

With deliberate steps, Harry crossed the room and took a seat on the stool next to Y/N. His presence was magnetic, and the air seemed to crackle with energy as their shoulders brushed against each other.

“Y/N,” Harry's voice was a low murmur, a hint of intrigue lacing his words.

Y/N's heart raced, her pulse echoing the unspoken questions that danced between them. She knew that she was on the cusp of something bigger, something that could shatter the illusions that had surrounded her for so long.

“Harry,” she replied, her voice a mix of curiosity and vulnerability.

As the seconds ticked by, Y/N found herself struggling to find the right words, to convey the tumultuous journey she had embarked upon. She wanted to understand the connection between Harry, Niall, the town, and the shadows that seemed to hold so many secrets.

The air in Mrs. Brown's diner held a sense of tension as Y/N and Harry sat at the counter, their conversation hanging in the space between them. Y/N's gaze held a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, while Harry's expression remained guarded, a shield that seemed to protect the depths of his knowledge.

“So, the woods...” Y/N began, her voice cautious. “There's something about them, isn't there?”

Harry's gaze remained steady, his eyes locking onto Y/N's.

Y/N's heart raced as she felt the weight of Harry's silence. She had sensed that there was more to the woods than met the eye, and now, hearing Harry's silence was enough response, she realized that the mysteries extended far beyond the surface.

“Strange things have been happening to me since I arrived,” Y/N admitted, her voice a soft murmur. “Whispers, shadows... It's as if something itself is trying to communicate with me.”

Harry's expression shifted, a hint of concern flitting across his features. “Y/N, it's important that you understand that the town has a way of revealing itself to those who seek its truths. But it's also crucial that you tread carefully.”

Y/N felt a pang of unease at Harry's words. She had wanted answers, to uncover the secrets that had been kept hidden for so long, but now, faced with the reality of the town's complexities, she realized that there was danger lurking beneath the surface.

“I just... I feel like there's something I'm missing,” Y/N admitted, her gaze dropping to her hands.

Harry's voice softened; his words laced with empathy. “Sometimes, the truth takes time to reveal itself. But it's critical that you don't rush into things, Y/N. There are forces at play that you can't fully comprehend.”

Y/N nodded, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She wanted to trust Harry, to believe that he had her best interests at heart, but the shadows of doubt continued to linger.

“I sense that you're holding something back, Y/N,” Harry's words were gentle, his eyes searching hers.

Y/N hesitated, the unspoken truths resting on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to share everything—the whispers, the encounters, the mysteries that had haunted her—but the fear that Harry might be a part of it all kept her words locked inside.

“I just... I don't know who I can trust,” Y/N finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry's gaze held a mixture of understanding and resolve. “Y/N, I can tell that you're on the verge of discovering things that will change your perception of the world. But I need you to promise me one thing—never go into the woods alone. There are forces that even I can't fully comprehend, and they can be both wondrous and dangerous.”

Y/N's heart raced as the weight of Harry's caution settled in. The woods held a power that was beyond her understanding, a power that could either lead her towards enlightenment or plunge her into darkness.

“I promise,” Y/N whispered, her gaze locked onto Harry's. She could sense the sincerity in his eyes, a shared understanding that they were both on the precipice of something that could alter their destinies.

The diner seemed to hold its breath as Y/N and Harry's connection solidified, the unspoken truths binding them together. In the shadows and whispers of the town, they were united by a journey that would reveal both the beauty and danger of the mysteries that lay hidden.

As they shared a lingering gaze, Y/N knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges and revelations. With Harry by her side, she felt a glimmer of hope that she could navigate the labyrinth of secrets and emerge on the other side, enlightened and changed.

The atmosphere in the diner shifted as Harry's phone rang, its shrill sound slicing through the air. Y/N watched as he excused himself from the counter, his expression tense as he answered the call. She couldn't help but notice the furrow in his brow and the way his grip tightened on the phone.

With a sense of unease settling in her chest, Y/N sipped her coffee, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. The mysteries of the town seemed to close in around her, their weight pressing on her shoulders. She could tell that whatever call Harry had received had rattled him, a reminder that the secrets they were uncovering were not without their dangers.

After a brief exchange, Harry ended the call and returned to the counter. His gaze met Y/N's, a mixture of concern and determination in his eyes. "I'm sorry about that, Y/N. Some unexpected business came up."

Y/N nodded, her curiosity and worry mingling in her expression. "Is everything alright?"

Harry's lips curved into a reassuring smile, though the tension remained in his eyes. "Everything's under control. Just some matters that needed my attention."

Y/N sensed that there was more to the story, that Harry was carrying a burden that he couldn't fully share. She wanted to ask, to probe for answers, but the weight of the mysteries held her back. She knew that their journey had just begun, and there were layers upon layers to unravel.

Without another word, Harry left the diner, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts. The sense of anticipation and uncertainty hung in the air, a reminder that the town's secrets were never far from reach.

After much deliberation, Y/N made a decision. She needed to understand, to see for herself what lay within the depths of the woods. She knew that Harry had cautioned her against it, that the promise she had made to him still weighed heavily on her mind. But the need to uncover the truth, to face the unknown, was a force too strong to ignore.

Leaving money on the counter to cover her coffee, Y/N pushed back her stool and headed towards the door. The chilly air greeted her as she stepped outside, the breeze carrying with it a whisper of adventure and trepidation.

With each step she took towards her hotel, Y/N's thoughts raced. She knew that she was breaking her promise, that the woods held dangers she couldn't even fathom. But the image of the black wolf and the mysteries that had consumed her thoughts were a siren's call, urging her to delve deeper.

Arriving at her hotel room, Y/N entered and quickly gathered a bag. She packed only the essentials—flashlight, water, a jacket—knowing that the journey ahead was uncertain. As she zipped up the bag, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was teetering on the edge of something monumental.

The weight of her decision settled in as Y/N glanced around the room. She knew that the path she was choosing was one filled with risks and consequences, but the allure of the unknown was too strong to resist.

With the bag slung over her shoulder, Y/N left the hotel room and made her way back towards the woods. The path before her was shrouded in darkness, the towering trees casting long shadows that seemed to reach out for her. But Y/N's determination burned bright, a spark of courage in the face of uncertainty.

As she ventured deeper into the woods, the whispers of the town seemed to grow louder, their echoes carrying with them both warnings and promises. The air was thick with a sense of magic, of possibilities that transcended reality.

Y/N knew that she was breaking her promise to Harry, that the dangers she was facing were real. But at that moment, as the woods enveloped her and the mysteries of the town beckoned, she felt a surge of anticipation and exhilaration. The path she was treading was one that would lead her towards the heart of the unknown, towards revelations that could reshape her understanding of the world around her.

With each step, Y/N's heart raced, her resolve unwavering. The whispering woods held secrets that were hers to uncover, and she was determined to face the truth, no matter the cost.

The woods stretched before Y/N, their gnarled trees and twisting paths creating an otherworldly landscape that seemed to defy time itself. The moon's pale glow filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air was cool and filled with the scent of earth and moss, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of the unknown.

With each step, Y/N's heart beat in rhythm with the rhythm of the woods, anticipation mingling with the undercurrent of fear. The path ahead was both inviting and foreboding, a paradox that mirrored the mysteries of the town she had come to uncover.

As she ventured deeper, Y/N's senses heightened, the whispers of the town's secrets growing stronger. She could almost feel the pulse of the land beneath her feet, a living entity that seemed to be guiding her steps.

The trees seemed to close in around her, their branches like outstretched arms, their shadows dancing on the ground like ancient runes. The woods were alive with a sense of magic, an energy that hummed through the air, threading through the very fabric of her being.

It wasn't long before Y/N realized that she was not alone. The soft rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig hinted at a presence nearby. Her heart raced as she scanned her surroundings, her senses on high alert.

And then, she saw it—a pair of luminous eyes staring back at her from the shadows. A black wolf, the same one she had encountered before, stood before her, its gaze unwavering, as if it had been waiting for her.

A mixture of awe and trepidation settled over Y/N as she met the wolf's gaze. There was an undeniable connection, an understanding that transcended words. She felt a pull, a resonance that reached deep within her soul.

The wolf took a step forward, its movements fluid and graceful. Y/N's heart raced as she felt a surge of curiosity, a desire to know more about this enigmatic creature and the role it played in the town's mysteries.

"Who are you?" Y/N's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words carrying a mixture of wonder and caution.

The wolf's eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge, a story that was waiting to be told. It remained still for a moment, its gaze unyielding. And then, with a graceful movement, it turned and began to walk deeper into the woods, its silhouette fading into the shadows.

A mixture of hesitation and determination surged within Y/N. Without thinking, she followed the wolf's lead, her steps guided by a force beyond her understanding. The woods seemed to come alive around her, their secrets beckoning her forward.

The journey was both exhilarating and unnerving, each step leading her further into the heart of the mysteries that surrounded the town. The air grew thicker, the energy more palpable, as if she was on the brink of discovering something that would change everything.

As Y/N continued to follow the wolf, the woods suddenly opened up into a clearing, bathed in the soft glow of the moon. In the center of the clearing stood a massive oak tree, its ancient branches stretching towards the sky like reaching fingers.

And there, beneath the tree's branches, stood a figure cloaked in darkness. Y/N's breath caught as she realized who it was—Niall, the town's guardian, his presence as enigmatic as ever.

Niall turned to face her, his eyes holding a mixture of curiosity and caution. The wolf stood beside him, its gaze steady and watchful.

"Y/N," Niall's voice was soft, his words carrying a weight of knowing.

Y/N's heart raced as she took in the scene before her, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The town, the woods, the shadows—they were all connected, woven together by a tapestry of magic and secrets.

As Niall stepped forward, his eyes locked onto Y/N's, a sense of understanding passed between them. The mysteries of the town were on the cusp of being unveiled, and Y/N was standing at the threshold of a truth that would forever alter her perception of the world around her.

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Chapter 5

Word count: 5,133

Warnings: Panic attack

Chapter 4 , Chapter 6

—

When Natasha opened her eyes again, the room around her was dark.

She took a moment to take her surroundings in, before the events from a few hours prior made their way to the front of her mind.

Maria's news, the attack over HYDRA's base, the empty room, the trip to her apartment, and last but not least, Maria finally finding and bringing their baby daughter home.

Looking to her left, Natasha found a sleeping Maria who was lightly snoring and the spy smiled softly at her sleeping girlfriend.

Oh, how she loves Maria.

Natasha loves Maria with a power that is hard to describe with words. The love they had for one another was too deep to be easily understood by the outside world.

Natasha carefully reached her hand and gently brushed her thumb over Maria's nose, making the brunette commander scrunch her nose in sleep with a funny face, making Natasha quietly giggle.

Looking down, unexpectedly, Natasha was met with a pair of green eyes that were staring at the spy through the darkness of the room.

"Hello, baby." Natasha quietly greeted her recently found daughter, a smile glued on her face "Why are you awake?"

You took a moment to think about your answer before speaking.

"Scared." You quietly mumbled, hiding your face in the teddy bear you got from your mother, looking away from her

"Oh, no." Natasha cooed, with a sympathetic tone in her voice "My poor baby. What scared my sweet girl?"

You shrugged your shoulders and Natasha started stroking your hair as you kept your face hidden.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Natasha whispered "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She reassured "I just want you to know that, starting from today, you will never again be alone and no one... Do you hear me? No one, will ever again hurt you in any way. I promise that I am forever going to protect you. You have me..." Natasha took a deep breath before adding "And you have Maria as well. She will also make sure that you will always be safe."

You avoided looking at Natasha while you were taking her words in.

You know that what Natasha is saying is true.

You know that she is your mama and you know that you are safe with her.

You also know that Maria is a good person. She helped you find your mama and she had been nothing else than kind and patient with you.

Maybe you are finally safe.

"Why don't you come to Mama and try to go back to sleep? Hmm?" Natasha asked with a hum "I promise that Mama will keep any monsters and bad people away from you while you take a small nap?"

Natasha opened her arms and waited for you to jump into them, which you did without the slightest hesitation, making the female Avenger's chest sweal at the fact that she was able to hold you in her arms.

The older redhead placed a soft kiss on your forehead as her grip around you tightened.

It was a comforting hug and both Y/N and Natasha showered in the warmth of it, both girls feeling like their biggest dream, which seemed unreachable, became a reality.

Y/N's dream of having a mother and Natasha's dream of having her own child and her own little family were fulfilled.

-

Slowly, but surely, Y/N's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier with each passing second as Natasha kept caressing her little girl's hair and humming a soft tune in her ear. Loud enough for just Y/N to hear.

And so, Y/N was lulled to sleep by the voice of her mother and her warm embrace that reminded the little girl that she was safe.

"Sweet dreams, my little baby." Natasha whispered as she breathed in her daughter's scent

"You both are just too sweet for this world." Maria's quiet, sleepy voice said as she stretched her arms "Truly."

"For how long have you been spying on us?" Natasha sarcastically asked with a chuckle

"Not too long if that's what you want to know." Maria smiled

The brunette woman reached her hand towards you and ran her fingers through your hair.

"I still can't believe she's actually here." Natasha tearfully smiled, looking down at her daughter's face and nuzzling her head closer

"Well, you better believe it." Maria wrapped her arm around Natasha's waist and Y/N's

"Thank you, Mia." Natasha quickly pecked Maria's lips "I love you so much."

"I love you even more, Tash." Maria smiled "But I love my number one girl more." She quietly laughed, leaning down to place a kiss on the back of the sleeping child's head

"You betrayed me!" Natasha quietly gasped before erupting in a fit of quiet giggles alongside Maria

"It's only fair." Said Maria, standing up from the bed and grabbing her phone

Natasha was reluctant about letting her daughter down from her arms but she also knew that there were a lot of things that she needed to take care of, in order to make Y/N as comfortable as possible.

After a mental fight that took a solid 5 minutes, Natasha carefully pryed her daughter off of her and laid her on the bed.

Standing up, she looked towards Maria and the brunette needed no word from her lover to understand what was going through Natasha's head.

"I already texted Bruce." The taller woman explained "He should be here in about 40 minutes."

"Did you-" Natasha rushed to ask but was interrupted by Maria

"I did tell him to also bring some toys we have stacked at the compound for Y/N and some of the clothes we have for her to see which size fits her the best." The older agent clarified "And I also told him to bring Y/N's file here for the check-up."

"I don't deserve you." Natasha shook her head with a smile

"You're lucky that I love you too much." Maria laughed "Now let's go and leave this sleepy head to take her beauty nap and let's go to the kitchen and make something for dinner." She pointed with her head towards the child "I'm starving."

"You always have a big appetite, Miss Hill." Natasha joked

"I do, Miss Romanoff." Maria winked at her girlfriend "I actually have such a big appetite that I would gladly eat you tonight without complaining."

Natasha's eyebrows shoot in her hairline and her mouth hung open.

"Maria Christina Hill !" Natasha gasped "Not in front of our child!"

Maria could only laugh "Worth a try."

And with that, she grabbed Natasha's hand and walked to the kitchen with her.

-

Around 40 minutes later, more or less, Maria was opening the front door of her apartment for Bruce, welcoming her scientist friend and taking the things she asked him to bring for Y/N from his hands.

"Hi, Bruce." Natasha greeted the man as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel

"Hey, Nat." Bruce shily smiled "I'm really happy for you." He added "You deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, Bruce." Natasha mirrored Bruce's shy smile

"So where's the little star?" Bruce questioned, looking around the apartment

"She's sleeping in our bed." Maria answered "But we can wake her up for the check-up if you want."

"I really don't want to disturb her." Bruce looked at the door of the couple's bedroom "I know how much she needs the sleep, but I also can't stay too much time here because I have to leave for a congress in 2 hours that will take place in France."

"Don't worry." Natasha reassured him "Just give us a few minutes to wake her up properly."

"Take as much time as you need." Bruce nodded

"Come, Mia." Natasha looked at Maria

"Just give me a second." Maria started to look through the bag that Bruce had brought "I. Just. Need. To..."

"Mia?" Natasha asked confused

"One moment!" Maria almost shouted as she kept looking through the bag

-

Natasha followed by Maria, pushed open the door of their bedroom only to reveal their little angel sleeping on her back with one arm over her head and her legs spread wide.

"She looks just like you when you're sleeping." Maria quietly laughed "Although you don't quite spread your legs that wide when sleeping."

"At least she doesn't snore like you." Natasha spitted back playfully "I used to know someone that slept like this." Natasha sighed as memories of a long-forgotten time came to her mind "But it's been a long time ago. In a life that wasn't mine." Then she added quietly "I wonder if he still sleeps like this."

Maria knew exactly what time of Natasha's life was this discussion about and the brunette had a lot of questions about this mysterious person from her lover's past but she didn't want to push Natasha and instead, Maria decided to let it slide this time.

The commander made her way to her side of the bed and plugged in the nightlight that she and Natasha had bought for Y/N a little over 3 weeks ago, which Bruce just brought from the compound, and turned it on.

She wanted to create a safe environment for their little baby girl and waking Y/N up with a dim light that was filling the room seemed a great idea.

Not strong enough to scare the child but powerful enough to light up the room.

Natasha laid down beside her daughter on the bed and carefully moved the child's arm away from her face and started stroking Y/N's hair out of her eyes gently.

"Y/N..." Natasha cooed in a quiet voice as she kept stroking your hair "It's time to wake up, sweetheart. We have lots of things we need to do together."

Maria followed her girlfriend's lead and laid on Y/N's other side and just quietly watched Natasha gently wake their baby up.

Natasha quietly started to hum the same lullaby she managed to put you to sleep with so you'd wake up hearing a familiar tune that you recognized and not get scared.

You stirred awake and scrunched your face, making the couple smile softly at you, gladly that after everything you've been through, you were still acting like the small child you are.

Maria carefully tucked your stuff bear in your side and let you have a moment of silence while you were trying to get rid of the sleep and wake up.

"Come on, mama's baby." Natasha kept cooing in a quiet voice "There are so many adventures waiting for us."

You opened your eyes and reached your hands towards Natasha, making grabby hands for her to pick you up, which she gladly did, laying you on top of her, your head resting on her chest.

Much to Maria's surprise, you looked at her in your still sleepy state, your eyes half opened, and held your little arm up in her direction.

The brunette very gently grabbed your hand and held it in hers.

Maria couldn't move her gaze away from your cute face as she held, in shock, your small hand.

She wasn't expecting you to reach out to her for comfort just yet. She understood that you'll feel more comfortable around Natasha for some time while you get used to your new surroundings and lifestyle.

That's why it's easy to say that she wasn't expecting any move from your side to get closer to the commander in the near future.

But at that moment, as she griped your hand and provided a small amount of comfort for you, Maria knew that she was ready any moment to give her life for you if necessary. She knew that she never again wanted to let go of that tiny hand that trusted Maria enough to let her hold it.

She knew that she was ready to do anything she needed to do in order to prove to you that she'd be the best mom for you.

Maria knew that this was the sight she wanted to wake up to for the rest of her life. You snuggled in Natasha's chest while holding Maria's hand to make sure that she was there.

"Adventure?" You asked, rubbing your eyes as you looked up at Natasha

"But of course, my love." Natasha cooed "Not only just one adventure but there are so many adventures that are awaiting us. That's why we need to get up."

"I want to go on adventures." Your sleepy voice admitted

"Then what are we waiting for, kid?" Maria smiled "Let's get up and start having fun."

You nodded but made no move to get down from Natasha's arms and she gladly held you tighter as she stood up with you in her arms and carried you back to the living room to give Bruce the chance to check you.

-

"I want you to meet a very important person." Natasha rubbed your back as she turned you around to allow Bruce a clear view of your face "He is mama's friend. His name is Bruce and he's here to make sure that you are okay and nothing is hurting. Can you say 'hi' to him?"

"Hello, Y/N." Bruce smiled, carefully approaching you, as he showed you his empty hands to reassure you he is no threat

"Hi." You mumbled hiding your face away in your mother's shoulder

"Would you like us to play a game?" Bruce proposed

"A game?" You asked confused

"Yes. A game." Bruce nodded "I promise it will be very funny and you can stay in your mama's lap while we play it. What do you say?"

You thought about this before nodding your head and Natasha sat down on the couch with your back pressed to her front.

Maria also took a seat beside Natasha and held her lover's hand as you kept leaning into Natasha but also tightly grabbed Maria's shirt to be 100% sure that, in case Bruce wanted to hurt you, they'd both be there, ready to protect you, just like your mama promised they'll be.

Bruce tried the best he could to make the quick check-up as fun as possible.

Luckily for him, you were a very easy-to-please child and didn't get bored of his stupid jokes.

"Alright." Bruce smiled as he playfully poked your side with his finger "We're done. You've been a very brave girl, Y/N. I bet your moms are so proud of you right now."

"That we are, baby." Natasha nodded, kissing the top of your head "Me and Maria are very proud of you."

You shily smiled, enjoying the feeling of being praised.

"So what do you say, Bruce?" Maria questioned, her voice and face expression full of worry

"So far, so good." Bruce replied "It seems that nothing is majorly wrong with her." He reassured looking over the file in his hands before adding "But tomorrow evening when I come back from my trip I want you to bring her to the compound for a few detailed scans and tests. I want to find out what is this so-called congenital heart problem she has and see what I can do about it."

"Of course." Natasha was quick in agreeing "Just text us when you arrive and we'll be there in no time."

"I also want to do those tests and scans on you too, Natasha." Bruce looked at the redhead "Here says that this heart defect was inherited from the mother and that means that you have a heart problem we haven't found out about till now. Your DNA passed this illness down to your daughter and that's why we have to find out what exactly is the problem."

Natasha sadly nodded as her eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Don't worry, Natty." Maria rubbed Natasha's back "You'll both be just fine. I'm sure this is nothing big."

"It's my fault." Natasha's voice waved "She has this problem because of me. I passed it down to her. What mother does this?"

"None of this." Maria shook her head as she cupped Natasha's face with one hand "It is not your fault, my love. You can't control these things. Especially since you had no idea about it. Genetics are weird. What we can do is make sure that our little princess and you receive the best care for it."

Natasha nodded with a sniff, not fully convinced of Maria's reassurance.

"I'll better go." Bruce interrupted "I need to start packing and you three have a lot of things to do as a family. If something happens don't hesitate to call me."

"We will, Bruce." Maria nodded "Thank you for everything."

"Don't worry about it." Bruce smiled "It was my pleasure to check this little cutie up."

-

After Maria led Bruce to the exit and locked the door behind him, she sat back down next to Natasha and wrapped her arm around the spy's shoulders.

Maria opened her mouth to say something but was suddenly interrupted by a loud growl that came from Y/N's stomach.

"Are you hungry, baby girl?" Natasha chuckled, looking down at your face "Let's get some food into that little tummy of yours. I bet you're starving."

"I'm starving too." Maria jumped in

"You're a grown ass up, woman." Natasha laughed "Make yourself a sandwich while I and my baby eat some chicken nuggets."

"Ass?" You asked, intrigued by the new word

Maria burst laughing as Natasha desperately tried to explain that this was a bad word.

"No, baby." Natasha nervously said "Mama was just being silly. We don't use that word because it's a bad word."

"But you said it." You innocently tried to reason

"That's it, mini Nat." Maria cheered with a laugh "You tell her."

"Maria!" Natasha rolled her eyes "Don't encourage her to use this word."

"Sorry." Maria laughed "I couldn't help it."

"Unbelievable." Natasha shook her head, standing up with you in her arms, as she made her way to the kitchen

"Babe, wait!" Maria quickly ran after her girlfriend "I'm still starving though."

"Then find some food." Natasha sternly said as she grabbed the plate with chicken nuggets she prepared before Bruce's arrival

"You know?" Maria quietly said, leaning closer to Natasha's ear, making sure you couldn't hear her "I would still gladly eat you tonight if you're up to it. I do am really hungry. In fact, I'm starving so much that I think normal food won't be enough."

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." Natasha casually told Maria, wiping the smirk off of her partner's face

"I did that to myself." Maria sighed sadly, opening the door of the fridge "I deserved that."

"Look, baby." Natasha sat down in a chair, with you on her lap "These are chicken nuggies." She explained, showing you the plate with food "They are so yummy and Mama loves them a lot. I bet you'll love them too."

You looked at the food not quite sure of what they were since you have never seen chicken nuggets before.

Natasha held up a chicken nugget and lightly blew on it to make sure it wasn't going to burn your tongue and did the airplane for you.

"Here comes the airplane." Natasha giggled "Open your mouth, baby. Quick, quick, quick."

You did as instructed and Natasha put the nugget in your mouth, enough to allow you to take a small bite.

Your face instantly lighted up as you chewed on the nugget.

It tasted heavenly.

Unlike anything you have ever eaten before.

Well, maybe, except for the ice cream Maria bought for you earlier today.

"Do you like it?" Natasha excitedly asked you

You nodded your head vigorously as you took another bite of the nugget.

Then another one and another one.

And before Natasha and Maria realized it, half of the chicken nuggets had disappeared from the plate as you quickly stuffed your face with them.

"Slow down, baby. You'll choke." Natasha laughed "There are plenty of chicken nuggets and if you want more, we can always cook some more for you. We never run out of chicken nuggies. We don't want you to feel sick, don't we?"

"Nuggies so good, Mama." You mumbled out with your mouth full

"Ah ah." Maria shook her head "We never talk with our mouths full, kid." She gently scolded "It's not safe."

"Yes." You nodded at Maria, not sure what you should call her

"I'm happy you like them, sweetheart." Natasha smiled widely, kissing your cheek

She felt like she couldn't get enough of you.

She constantly felt the urge to kiss you all over your face, to hug you and hold you as close to her as possible.

This all feels like a dream and Natasha wants to make the most of it if that's true.

She never wants to wake up again if she's dreaming.

"How about we watch a movie?" Maria proposed as she finished eating her sandwich

—

15 minutes later, you were snuggled up in between Natasha and Maria on the couch, as the first scene of 'Snow White and the 7 Dwarfs' started playing on the huge TV the couple had in the living room.

Neither of the women knew what movie they should put on, so they just settled for a classic one.

You tightly hugged your new teddy bear to your chest as it had never left your arms since the moment you woke up.

You absolutely loved it.

The stuffed bear smells like Natasha and you like the smell of Natasha's perfume so much.

—

The first to notice that something was wrong was Maria.

She looked down at you concerned when she felt your little body stiff up and your breath becoming quicker and quicker.

"Y/N?" Maria asked concerned, making Natasha look down at you as well "Hey... What's wrong? What's going on?"

Both Maria and Natasha could recognize the signs as they had been through countless of them.

You were starting to have a panic attack.

Sweating, trembling, shortness of breath, and zoning out.

You were showing them some of the exact signs of a panic attack.

"Why is she having a panic attack?" Maria looked confused at Natasha

Natasha noticed your eyes clued on the TV and her eyes light up.

"Damn it!" Natasha cursed, quickly grabbing the remote and turning the television off "It's the movie. How could I forget?!"

"What do you mean it's the movie?" Maria questioned concerned as she saw you starting to struggle with breathing

"In the Red Room..." Natasha started panicking as she had no idea how to deal with her child's panic attack "They... they used to brainwash little kids with movies. They did that to me as well. I totally forgot about it."

"Tasha, calm down first..." Maria started but was startled when you bolted up from the couch and ran to the closest corner of the room

You hugged your knees tightly to your chest and small whimpers started escaping your mouth as you didn't know how to deal with this sudden wave of emotions.

You looked at Natasha for guidance, waiting for a gesture that could show you what to do, but the woman was just as lost as you were.

"Hey, kid." Maria's voice made your eyes snap in her direction as she kneeled down at your level, keeping a safe distance from you "It's just you and me, princess. Just you and me. And Mama right there." She cooed softly "You are safe. We are here to protect you. You're not there anymore."

Maria slowly extended her arm towards you and patiently waited to see if you'd grab her hand or not.

Thankfully, you grabbed her hand without much hesitation and the brunette woman closed the distance between you and her.

"Can you try and breathe just like me, baby?" Maria put your little hand on her chest and gently placed her own hand over yours "Just follow Ria's breathing. Just take a deep breath in." She instructed, breathing in deeply "Then we let it out with a big, big sigh, just like we sigh when we feel sleepy."

After a few failed attempts, you managed to follow Maria's breathing and were able to finally calm down enough to realize where you were and that you were safe.

"Can I pick you up?" Maria cautiously asked, receiving a small nod from you

She slowly picked you up in her arms and hugged you.

"See?" Maria rubbed your back as she rocked you from side to side "You're very safe here. I am here. Your Mama is here. Your bear is here and even Liho is here." She finished, turning you around to look at the couch

Natasha was just now starting to recover from the shock of seeing her child having a panic attack and until she got enough time to understand what was happening, Maria had already managed to calm you down.

Your mama picked your teddy from the floor, as you had accidentally knocked it off the couch when you jumped down, and made her way towards you and Maria.

Liho, who had witnessed everything, was rubbing her head on Maria's legs, in her own way of begging Maria to put you down and allow the cat to snuggle closer to you as the black kitty felt that her tiny human was in distress.

You clung to Maria's shirt tightly and Natasha wrapped her arms around you and Maria, from behind your back, kissing the back of your head in the process.

"We're here, baby girl." Natasha whispered "We're so sorry."

"I have a better idea about what we could watch." Maria tried to light up the mood

—

'Masha and the Bear' was playing now on the TV as you looked completely fascinated at the cartoon.

It was safe to say that you love it.

"Thank you, Mia." Natasha whispered to her girlfriend "Thank you for taking care of her. I-I panicked when I saw her in that state and I didn't know what to do." She guiltily explained "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Maria smiled as she stroked Natasha's cheek "I wish I could have had someone to help me with my panic attacks when I was her age. I wish I could have had my mother by my side. She loved me very much. Unlike my father." She kept smiling but sadness bloomed in her voice

Natasha knew that Maria's mother was the commander's soft spot. The one thing it hurt her the most to talk about.

"Thank you for being this amazing mother to our daughter." Natasha quickly pecked Maria's lips

"Always and forever." Replied Maria, pecking Natasha's lips in return

"Masha." Your tiny voice said, making your mothers look at you

"Yeah, kid." Maria nodded "That's Masha and that's her bear."

"Masha." You repeated, looking up at Maria with sparkling eyes

"I see you love the name." Maria laughed

"Masha, look." You held your own stuffed teddy bear and showed it to Maria "Masha."

"Is that how you want to name your teddy, my love?" Natasha asked with a knowing smile on her face

"Masha." You repeated, hugging the bear, as you kept looking up at Maria with a small smile on your lips

"That's a great choice, princess." Maria ruffed your hair, completely oblivious to the true reason why you decided to name your bear like that

"I think it's time for baby's bedtime." Natasha picked you up, after she noticed the clock quickly approaching 2 a.m. "Today was a very long day for all of us."

"Masha?" You said, resting your head on Natasha's shoulder

"She'll be coming with us as well, sweetheart." Your mama reassured you

"Yeah, kid." Maria smiled "Mama's right. Your bear is coming with us to bed."

"Oh, Mia." Natasha laughed lightly "She isn't talking about the toy."

"She isn't?" Maria asked utterly confused

"No." Natasha shook her head "Do you know why she named her bear like that?"

"Umm... Because of the cartoon we just showed her?" Maria replied unsurely

"Honey, no." The spy smiled " 'Masha' is the Russian version of the name 'Maria'. She named her teddy bear after you."

"She did?" Maria asked in a trembling voice as she felt too emotional all of a sudden to talk properly

"I guess she wanted to have something that reminded her of both her moms." Natasha softly said

Maria nodded, quickly looking down, wiping a tear away with the back of her hand, and sniffed.

"Let's go to bed, Masha." Natasha cooed at her girlfriend "Family cuddles time."

Maria tearfully chuckled as she grabbed the redhead's hand and led her to their bedroom.

—

Maria layed down on the bed only after double-checking that you were comfortable and did not need anything more.

She couldn't stop smiling as you grabbed her hand as soon as she was next to you and she kissed your hand, holding it tightly and closer to her chest.

"We love you so much, Y/N." Maria whispered, moving a strand of hair out of your face

"Do you really think I deserve to be loved?" Your small voice asked as sleep quickly took over your body

Both Natasha's and Maria's hearts broke at that moment.

How could you think you were unworthy to be loved? How could anyone not love you?

You are perfect in every way and all they feel when they look at you is love.

So they made a silent agreement to prove to you how much they love you with every chance they get.

"Of course, we think that you deserve to be loved, baby." Natasha sniffed, cuddling closer to you "You are our tiny baby, our sweet daughter, our little princess, and our biggest love. We love you more than you could ever know." She kissed your cheek, and after, she rested her cheek on yours gently

"We love you like crazy, kid. You better believe it." Maria added "You are the most loveable little critter in the entire world."

You closed your eyes with a content smile on your face, hearing the words of your mothers who wouldn't lie to you.

"Sweet dreams, mama's baby." Natasha quietly whispered in your ear, kissing your temple

"Night night, kiddo." Maria said just as quietly, with eyes full of adoration "Thank you for accepting me."

Maria and Natasha shared one last good night kiss before both closing their eyes and allowing sleep to overtake them.

Today was the most important day in their lives and Natasha and Maria couldn't be more grateful for this day.

The day they truly became a family.

#mama nat #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha's child #natasha's kid #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha x teen reader #natasha x baby!reader #blackhill #maria hill x daughter!reader #maria hill

[silverstagspirit]

Ok in Canon only or mention in the books hearlsbrye knows Yuu is from a different world, maybe Malleus.But I always found it funny if everyone has this dangerous sense around Yuu.

You know that uncanny valley feeling,that's what's around Yuu.Or maybe it freaks everyone out that there's no aura or soul around Yuu.

Yuu not dangerous they demonstrated it,their action contradicts their aura.But only the people that know where they're from are comfortable around Yuu.

I resuse to believe that the dorms haven't questioned at some point why the mirror summoned a magicless person.

Here are my thoughts on what they probably think before they know Yuu:

Hearstlabyul:

Riddle:

Riddle had helped capture the raccoon from destroying the mirror chamber.

There was so much fire around the room. But he could still see the magicless student.

They kept thier face hidden with their hood, so they couldn't see what their face looked like above the nose and mouth.

Yet they still had a certain... aura... around them.

Like they were something that not even his mother's rules could govern.

He would see the student again next to the cat monster and the two freshman from his dorm.

They would almost always be together.

He only properly met you at the unbirthday party. When he rejected their apology tart, they looked ready for a fight.

But they also looked... scared?

Like they knew that something was going to go wrong. But didn't know exactly how.

During his overblot, he saw the Prefect commanding his other dorm members in battle.

They managed to get them to take him down.

Was that why Crowley let you stay?

After that he gets on better with the Prefect.

He didn't find out that they were from a different world until you casually mentioned it at the unbirthday party.

Another world?

That explains a lot, actually.

But at the same time, it raises so many questions.

He can't ask any of these questions yet because he has just so many.

And he has to hold in his reaction to this to uphold his dorm's reputation.

Trey:

He will admit that the Prefect was a little bit off-putting.

His dad senses were telling him that they were a threat to his underclassmen or something.

But he tried his best to ignore these feelings. Especially when they were being helpful with the chestnuts.

When they mentioned they were from another world, he admittedly thought they were joking at first.

Although as time goes on, he slowly realizes that they are probably serious.

Especially when that feeling and some of their behaviors can not be explained.

Cater:

This man didn't notice the aura around Yuu at first because Riddle was running him ragged at the time.

But when the first year's came back with that apology tart, he kind of felt something alien around Yuu.

It didn't bother him that much tho.

Same as Trey, when Yuu said they were from another world, he also thought they were joking. Eventually, he started believing it in time.

Deuce:

This man has my heart. Don't get me wrong.

But this is the same guy who thought supermarket eggs had chicks in them. Do you think he'll notice any aura at all?

Is the only one with a legitimate reaction from this.

He will be one of the only ones who will believe Yuu right when they tell him.

Will ask questions about their world.

Ace:

Only felt the aura once he had provoked Grim by Main Street.

Yuu was staring daggers at him whilst also trying to control Grim.

It's as though insulting them angered an unknown force.

He also felt this force when he came over to Ramshackle.

Believe it or not, Ace will actually believe Yuu as well when they tell him.

His reaction is just not as big as Deuce's.

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This turned out to be a long post. So I'm going to split it into a mini series. Have a good day.

#twisted wonderland #yuu #twst

[diabolikpersonals]

I don't mind the direction they took shu's CL route but I do kind of mourn the loss of the "shu tries to get yuma's memory back" scene we never got. it would've been a really tough thing for him to do, but imagine how sweet it would be.

Yuma's sense of self is kinda on shaky ground, right? I'd say he's still recovering from his last "you aren't the person you thought you were" revelation, so if Shu's going to let him know that his entire memory and concept of the world around him is a lie, then he's going to have to be so gentle with him. He can't just invoke guilt and trauma like he did with Reiji. Besides, he doesn't want to linger on negative memories with Yuma anyway. Yuma hates it when he does that.

So he could try to remind him of good times they've had together instead. This is a change of pace for Shu. All of the happy moments they've shared have been punctuated by tragedy, and Shu is so used to fixating on that tragedy. This would be the first time we'd see him sit down with Yuma and talk about the happiness instead. And, even though Shu is talking to a brainwashed Yuma, this would be the closest Yuma's ever gotten to really understanding what a positive effect he's had on Shu. Because Shu has told the audience stuff like "Edgar taught me how to love life" but he's never told that to Yuma before. Recounting it like this could help both of them out! Yuma might get closer to getting his memory back, and just saying stuff like "there were hard times but I had a lot of fun with you" out loud could help change Shu's outlook. we r healing, baby!!

And of course, the thing that I believe that Yuma will appreciate the most is that if Shu did this, he'd be showing Yuma a great deal of trust. Shu has a LONG history of keeping things hidden from Yuma (he didn't even tell yuma that they were childhood friends! yuma had to remember that himself!!) and it wasn't till the end of Dark Fate that Yuma finally convinced him to tell the truth. Shu's scared, and he feels like he's protecting Yuma by keeping the truth from him. But that's not what Yuma wants or what he deserves. Yuma deserves to know the truth about where he came from, his relationship with Shu, how his village burned, etc. So now that Yuma has lost his memory again, if Shu has learned his lesson and listened to Yuma's feelings properly, he should know that Yuma deserves to know who he really is. Even if it's scary, he has to be brave and tell Yuma the truth.

It would be a real indicator of Shu's character development if he did that! But he doesn't. We can see that Yuma gets frustrated when he doesn't, too. In the Labyrinth End, Yuma believes that it's all his fault—he thinks he was left out of the plan because he wasn't trustworthy enough; that's why Shu kept him in the dark. If Shu could've trusted him more and told him that his memories were false, then Yuma would feel so much prouder later :') Because it's like he and Shu overcame a major hurdle together, not just in the plot but in their relationship.

When Shu explains in canon why he doesn't try to get Yuma's memory back, he kinda brushes it off by saying that "it'll make things too complicated." I don't think he's being honest at all. I think being truthful with Yuma is still so frightening to him, and perhaps it wasn't a step he was ready to take. That's fine. Character development relapses happen in Dialovers all the time, and it's part of what makes the characters and their relationships feel so real.

...but imagine how nice it would've been :')

#text #shuuma #cl shu #I always felt like after shu's CL yuma must've given him a stern talking-to lol #he says stuff like that in his own route too. like arent we close?? dont you trust me??

[aeion1412]

"The Traveler & Child"

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     "What's so good about reading books? They're just mindless fantasies, anyway." The young boy turned his chin away from him and harrumphed. 

     Looking at his reaction, Levi shook his head and simply laughed. The boy quickly whipped his head back at him as soon as he heard the laughter. 

     "Hey! What's so funny? Isn't it true, though?" The boy pursed his lips at him and glared. Levi ignored him. 

Turning his gaze back towards the window, he leisurely picked the paper cup in front of him with its warm, steaming liquid. As he sipped at his very own cup of hot cocoa that he missed so much, he slowly took in the beautiful scenery depicted outside the small cafe's window pane. 

There, lying outside just a few meters from where he sits, you can see tall blossoming fruit trees and adorable little flowers planted in small decorated pots. In the middle of the old, cobbled streets of this nameless town, laid generously in the middle of the path—poppy flowers, yellow tulips and purple lilies were gorgeously strewned around with love.

Up above, the sky is painted like a piece of invaluable art that encompasses the world where he currently resides, blanketing it with its magnificent intertwining colors of majestic violet, burgundy red and scarlet red, hazy oranges, and brilliant yellows and shiny gold.

    In the eyes of this young man, he saw the beauty and simplicity of nature, and saw the stories hidden underneath behind each face that were simply passing by in the streets of this small town that he can't even call home.

    He knew that behind every person and every object, there is a story waiting to be told. It doesn't matter to him how crude or complicated that story might be. He still finds it beautiful and enlightening.

    To him, he finds them eye-catching and breathtaking, no matter what anyone says.

This made the young man, who is still staring outside, widen his eyes and let out a gasp of awe and wonder. The young boy who was still glaring at him earlier, turned his head outside the window to follow the enraptured man's gaze. The boy's jaw slackened.

    He was equally surprised and shocked at what he saw outside.

    "How... How beautiful!" he softly exclaimed.

After staring outside the window for a few more seconds, the young man who introduced himself as Levi, slowly returned his gaze towards the young boy's face. Staring at him deeply, he cleared his throat and began to speak. 

    "You know," he began, stealing the boy's attention away from the indescribable wonder outside. 

    "It's not really bad for a child like you to read some children's books, like you know, fantasies," Levi said. The boy only stared at him as response. 

    Seeing this, the young man continued. 

    "Sometimes, we also need a little magic in our lives, like... miracles. Do you believe in God, Chase? ...No? Well, I believe in Him," he said.

The young man then raised the cup that he was holding, placed it on his lips, and took a long sip. He drained it down to the very last drop, savoring the sweet and bitter aftertaste of the dark chocolate drink. Placing the paper cup down in the same fashion, his eyes returned back to its sleepy and half-closed look, and his lips began to curl at the edges, as if amused. He then looked back at the boy at the side to face him. At the boy who calls himself, Chase.

 Levi began to smile. 

     "Even if they were just some fantasies created from the imaginations of a restless mind, I believe:

     Those stories are also a reflection of a person's feelings, and well-kept emotions and dreams inside," the young man said. 

     Tilting his head a little bit on the side, he extended an arm, placed his hand under his chin, and kept his gaze fixed at the young boy's face. 

     "It also tells a lot behind a person's thoughts and origins, and even if they won't tell you personally, if you look close enough—their stories are just hidden beneath the wrinkles of their face and deep inside the colors of their eyes."

     He then pointed to his chest and added, "It all comes from here. Right here." 

     The young man went silent.

     After a while, he released a sigh full of mixed emotions after that moment of silence. The boy just watched on.

     "'A Will Eternal'... How could I even forget those kind of stories?" Levi thought out loud. 

Chase, the young boy who doesn't have much to say at the first place, was now piqued at this. He leaned closer to ask.

     "What kind of story is that?" he suddenly said to him.

     The young man's thoughts were now interrupted. Without so much as a shred of disdain or a hint of anger, he opened his lips and replied. 

     "Oh? You mean, 'A Will Eternal'"?

     "Uhuh."

     "Alright."

     Levi shifted in his seat, seeking a much more comfortable position, and began explaining after a short chuckle at the boy's reaction. The boy decided to let it slide and just sat up properly to listen.

      "Hahahaha... Okay, okay, my apologies. If you're really curious, I'll tell you. Now, listen closely," the young man began.

"'A Will Eternal', is a long but endearing tale of a young, lonely man, who—because of his primary fear of death—decided to leave his hometown and seek out immortality. 

     With the help of an immortal cultivator whom has been owed a debt of gratitude by that young man's late parents—the protagonist was able to join the sect or an established group of cultivators, which the elder immortal who fetched him belong to, and began a new chapter in his life.

And starting from there, together with his fellow brothers and sisters and his dearest of friends who also practice magic to attain the sacred ways or keys to immortality, the young man began his more-than-a-thousand step journey to the path of everlasting life. A journey full of obstacles and peril, of joys and sorrows, of hopelessness and dedication, of peace and violence, of friendship and brotherhood, and of course, of love and faith... 

     It is a long journey about a young man, who in the end, was able to achieve his primary dream of immortality and learned the ways of life that made him who we was in the end—a powerful immortal who can now save and protect his loved one's lives against the claws of death and ravages of time...

     It's a wonderful story, don't you think? Because I think so, too. Yes." Levi finished with a nod of his own head.

     The young boy who was staring at him, felt a little bit stumped. He nearly choked.

     "I... I don't remember everything that you said, but hearing the last words about that story that you said is, umm... about friendship and love and brotherhood... and pain, I think... I don't really get how is it a wonderful story when it has pain and sorrows." Chase weakly muttered with disbelief.

     The failure of a narrator just laughed at this and said, "That is why you nead to learn how to read. Then you'll see..." 

     The young man gazed back out the window for the last time before closing his eyes with a look of wonder, almost like an epiphany.

     "You'll finally understand," he said. 

He opened his eyes back up to stare at the boy with sparkles in his eyes. The boy was caught off guard at this, so he could only back away a bit from this peculiar young man who just arrived in town today.

     "Books are wonderful. They are wonderful creations made by humans," the young man finally concluded. With that, this young man named Levi, slowly stood up from his seat to leave. Seeing this, the boy hurriedly grabbed at his sleeves to stop him.

    "Where are you going, Levi?" Chase asked with pleading in his eyes.

    "I need to leave now, to go back home."

    "Oh, but... Will... Will you ever come back?"

    The young man fixed his sleeves, dusted his shoulders, and smiled at the boy before answering.

     "Yes," he replied gently.

     With that, Levi turned his back to the boy. Chase could not do anything to hold him down, as this young man who introduced himself as Levi, wasn't really a member of their community. He wasn't even a part of this town. 

     He was just a traveler, he remarked, as he just said earlier in their first meeting in front of the little coffee shop that can barely be even called one. Inside, this 'traveler' had waltz in with a child he found playing on the streets by buying a bagel and a cup of hot cocoa, and giving it to him before asking to follow him inside.

 Yes, he was just a stranger.

     Realizing this, the boy could only hope that this kind stranger would return again to this small, nameless, and boring excuse of a town to tell him more peculiar tales that would make him wince in terror, or stories that would tug at his heart and soul. He winced at the thought of waiting for Levi, this young peculiar man, to return and look for him after he leaves this town which looks like a very long time. 

     He even believed that this might even take months and years, and he can't help but feel sad about the absence of this newfound friend he just met today, inside this small nameless town that he barely calls home. He didn't even know if he'll eventually return and meet him again.

 The young boy couldn't help but sigh.

     "How should I pass the time?" Chase thought to himself. He looked around the café, feeling a little lost and in dismay, and then decided to look back at the young man who just left him without saying any proper goodbyes.

      That young man was now out the door of the café and into the street, just about to cross over to the other side. The boy's fingers curled into a fist, and his jaws tensed.

      With a whoosh, the boy came running out with a shout. 

      "Will you bring me some books once you come back, sir! I'll make sure to learn how to read anything properly! Yeah... I, I promise that." Chase said as he slowly trailed off in embarrasment after garnering the attention of the people on the street.

     The young man however, didn't notice or simply ignored the stares around them. He just paused in his steps, pondered a bit, before replying.

      "Alright. If I ever come back here in time Chase, like I promised." He said to the boy. The boy was immediately ecstatic.

     "Thank you, sir! Thank you so much!"

    "Just call me, Levi. Remember that."

    "Okay," Chase nodded at him as a promise. 

     He finally turned around in giddiness and began walking away, feeling as if he just won a million dollars in the lottery. The boy now knew what he wanted to do with his life for once, and that is to learn how to read books, and not play in the streets with mindless or useless hurtful games with the other children living there.

     He decided he would stop living like a naive child and learn how to read books and create poetry like his mother. Ah, yes... His late mother that he loved dearly, Ailene.

     "Yes, to read books," he thought with a smile.

     And there, under the canopy of the beautiful sunset sky, the boy ran back without looking back again at the young man who is gazing at him with an equally warm smile. After a while, Levi then gazed upward at the heavens while standing very still.

     A breeze began blowing, the trees and flowers began swaying, and as a lone carriage passed the young man by in the street full of people... 

     He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, he was gone.

Only a nameless bustling town, with a certain street full of humans going through and fro, the occasional horse carriages driven here and there, and a quaint little café in the corner of this town where the story all began, remained. 

     This is the place where the story between a young man who calls himself a traveler, and a boy who once called himself a child, had begun.

   The story of Levi and Chase.

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Fin.

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[Writer's Note:

This really took me a long while to write, edit and finish. Gosh. But, I really love this particular scene. This particular story.

I really do.

It's no excerpt or even a scene taken out from a novel or a book I'm writing or about to write, yet it is a short story that I enjoyed writing out of all sorts of scenarios that popped up in my head, whether it's in the middle of the night, or worse, in the middle of me taking a bath (or a dump, yes).

So, hope you enjoyed reading this even if it wasn't perfect. I haven't completely revised everything to the best of my abilities, as I was really itching to post this for a while, now.

Thank you for reading.]

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