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hey-kae · 2 years

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In love with all you fics! Ugh I’ve read them multiple times bcs I can’t get enough of them. I was wondering if you could do one where Max is with Kelly (or just a random OC with a kid) but has a baby girl with the reader. The readers daughter is doubting Max’s love for her since she sees how much time he spends with his girlfriend child. And the reader and Max don’t exactly have the best relationship since it was only supposed to be a one night stand but they are now bonded for life. Can the reader be very shy, understanding of Max’s situation and caring but when it comes to her baby she takes out her claws. Idk I just love me some f1!Dad lol The reader can either end up with Max or another driver I just want some good angst with a fluff ending 🥲

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Pairing: dad!max verstappen x female reader

Warnings: Language, mentions and implication of sex, mention of pregnancy.

a/n: in a hypothetical, unrealistic world where i have a child with Max, my only request would be for jos to stay tf away from my kid💀 i switched kelly with an oc cause i don’t feel comfortable writing about irl partners in situations like these. anyway, i hope you enjoy this! Feedback is appreciated… (i’m happy u enjoy my writing, anon!!💕)

“Pa” is dutch for “dad” apparently…

All throughout your life, there's always been one sentence that felt provocative and almost stupid, one that was widely known, widely repeated and reused, ringing in your ear as it rolled off different tongues, with different tones and accents but the same challenging certainty crippling behind its words.

"Your whole life can change in a day." People would insist and you would absolutely refuse to believe in such saying, until you found yourself staring at a positive pregnancy test that was definitely supposed to come out negative; at least you were hoping and praying that it would.

Instead, the plus sign felt like a mocking nemesis, pointing a ridiculing finger at you and laughing its heart out as the memories from over a week ago played, replayed, and rewinded in your mind like a broken record you couldn't stop the spin of. The only thing left for you to see was the hazy, blurry image of Max on top of you as the two of you engaged in a drunken mistake that left its permanent mark on your lives in the form of a child.

Was it exactly the right time for a baby to show up in your life? No, far from it, but that mistake ended up giving you the most precious gift of your lifetime, a baby girl that quickly became the one person in this wicked world that you'd be more than ready to defend with your blood and life.

Fast forward four years, it was safe to say that little Lilly Verstappen was the center of your world and the most important person in your life by a long shot. She was a ball of sunshine that lit up your days with the smallest of smiles and a tiny glimpse of her sparkling blue eyes.

Her features were a mix of you and Max. It was like she chose the best out of each of her parents and adopted it as her own.

At the time, telling Max that you were pregnant was the most nerve wracking thing you'd ever done, rightfully so since the two of you were merely friends that hooked up, acquaintances that didn't exactly get along smoothly but shared a night together as more of an accurate description. There is no denying that the both of you freaked out about the outcome but Max was supportive nonetheless. Sure, everything between you and him was tense but he was still just as understanding as you were. Eventually, you had come to the conclusion that parenting a child together wouldn't be the worst thing. You'd be able to manage it.

He gets to see her on his free days where he's home and you get to keep her when he's away, bar a few weekends where he invited you to watch the grand prix so his daughter could watch him race, as per her own request a few months after after she started talking.

However, it should've been obvious that things were too smooth sailing for the peace to last. You, Max and Lilly often dined together from time to time to give her the best out of a not so ideal situation, a taste of having both her parents by her side at the same time. Many afternoons were spent with you over at Max's apartment or his at yours with toys spread out on the floor and the three of you entertaining Lilly as best as you could, sometimes even putting her to sleep together only to fall into a tense and awkward silence that threatened to explode within seconds when her eyes would fall shut. Despite everything, things had went as far as taking road-trips together and enjoying your daughter's sweet moments and giggles on the way to whatever destination Max planned to surprise her with.

To put it briefly, besides the bond Max shared with his daughter, you were now somewhat used to his presence. To a certain degree, the lines of just co-parenting that you agreed on had blurred.

All was perfectly well until Max sat you down and told you he was dating someone and that she had a kid as well, both of you questioning how his time with Lilly would be affected by the presence of another woman, Valerie and another child around. He told you that maybe they can be friends, the other kid also being a girl, Ella and just a few months older than Lilly.

That conversation happened around a year ago and while there never was any bad blood between you and Max's girlfriend, it seemed like things weren't as smooth sailing on Lilly's side.

One day, as Max dropped off Lilly at your place, you noticed a frown on your daughter's face, her hand up to her mouth as she bit her nails with her head slightly bowed. It was an unmistakable expression.

"Is everything okay?" You asked Max as you picked Lilly up, her arms wrapping around your neck immediately.

"She seems a little upset but she wouldn't tell me why." He explained, reaching over and fluffing Lilly's hair.

"You don't wanna say goodbye to pa, angel?" He asked her softly.

She twisted in your arms and wrapped him in a hug, giving him a kiss on the cheek while he smiled and rubbed her back.

"Bye-bye, pa." Her small voice spoke.

"I will see you in a week, princess. Okay?"

With that and a small nod from Lilly, Max left, closing the door behind him as you carried your daughter inside, into the living room where she got preoccupied with a coloring book and some pencils while you eyed her attentively as she began scribbling onto the already messy pages.

"Hey, Lilly." You called to catch her attention, "How was your time with pa, sweetie?"

Moving to sit by her side, you pulled her onto your lap, brushing her soft blonde hair behind her ears. She carried the coloring book over and kept coloring as you kissed her head.

"It was okay." She replied with a small shrug.

"What did you do? Did you have fun with him?"

She smiled and nodded, "He got us ice-cream and i helped him to train then we we played with Poot and small cars." She gushed, tossing one coloring pencil on the floor and hopping off to grab her purple teddy bear at the mention of his name.

"That's good, princess." You watched her dig through her bag for the bear, in your mind a million different thoughts because she still wasn't acting normally.

Usually, she'd be gushing about her time with Max when he dropped her off, talking, telling and retelling you every detail until she fell asleep but it seemed like you had to pull the information out of her this time, and coupled with the upset face she had on earlier, it left you suspicious.

Figuring you'd have to find out about what went wrong in a different way, you decided to change the subject.

"What do you want for dinner?"

Following that and her answer to the question, the two of you headed for the kitchen where she sat by the table in the corner, drawing on loose papers while you cooked for the two of you, then you told Lilly to put away her pens and papers in her room and you set the table to eat when she came back.

The night went smoothly after dinner. You got Lilly to shower then dried her hair before putting her to bed early for school tomorrow then left her room to retrieve the laundry from the dryer, folding each item neatly and separating the clothes into two stacks, yours and Lilly's.

On your way to your room, you stopped by your daughter's room to drop off her clothes.

Not wanting to disturb her slumber, you placed the stack on her desk and figured you'd just put them away tomorrow morning. However, as you picked the laundry basket back up, you noticed some interesting drawings on some of the papers on the desk.

With a deep set frown twisting your expression, you picked up the papers, tossed them in the basket and rushed to your room.

Laundry was long forgotten as you launched yourself onto your bed with Lilly's drawings in your hand.

Paper after paper, you scanned her various drawings of stick figures. Each one was drawn in a different color and you knew your daughter enough to know who each color symbolized.

A purple stick figure with blonde, or rather yellow hair was always drawn at a distance from everyone else, often times at the bottom corner of the page, with a sad expression drawn onto its face.

Your heart shattered because purple was her favorite color. Purple was her.

The other people portrayed were often holding hands, two tall figures on the sides with a smaller one in the middle.

The only other time someone was drawn alongside the purple stick figure on the bottom was in one drawing and the person symbolized was taller than the one in purple and was scribbled in dark green, a color you often chose to buy your things in.

You were bewildered as you stared at the papers, dropped them on the mattress then picking them up again to stare some more.

Was Lilly feeling neglected when she spent time with Max?

Every additional detail you noticed in the drawings angered you more, especially her attempt the draw a tongue poking out of the smaller stick figure between the two tall ones, Ella presumably.

While the little girl always seemed polite and harmless, it wasn't a secret how mean children could be.

You'd have to talk to Max about this.

Within seconds, your phone was in your clutch, ready to call Lilly's father but something stopped you. You needed to ask Lilly about her drawings first, about how things were between her and Max and how things were between her and Ella.

The plush mattress welcomed you with open arms as you fell back onto it, sighing heavily as the thought of your daughter feeling left out. Needless to say, it was a sleepless night for you. You sat in bed, pondering the possible situations and conversations you'd have to have in the morning.

You just hoped it would all work out at the end, that everything you were assuming would be just that, assumptions, because you might be completely understanding of Max's relationship and job, but nothing would be stopping you from defending your daughter and making sure she's getting the treatment and care she deserves.

Max was so insistent that he wanted to be in her life, wanted to be her dad, so he better be acting like it.

—

At sunrise, you were up and so was Lilly, tired eyes watching you as she ate her breakfast at the kitchen table and you prepared her school lunchbox. Despite complaints and grumblings, she had gotten dressed and sat in front of you for you to do her hair.

However, as you rushed through the different morning chores and rituals, only one thing was on your mind. How the hell we you supposed to bring up last night's subject to Lilly in a way that wouldn't cause her to repress whatever was happening?

Max usually called before school to chat with her a bit and say good morning. After the phone call would be a perfect opportunity.

A few minutes later, you grabbed your car keys and your daughter bag and just like always, as you headed for the front door, your phone rang and Max's name flashed on the screen.

You handed Lilly the phone and she immediately answered, pressing the device to her ear while the two of you walked to the car, your hand holding onto her free one.

In the silence of the vehicle, you listened in on the conversationsr as you started driving.

"Choco corn flakes and milk." Lilly's small voice replied to Max who was probably asking her about her breakfast.

"No, pa. I didn't have homework. I was with you yesterday, silly." A small giggle echoed in the car.

...

The conversation went on for a few minutes, leaving you about 10 other to interrogate Lilly.

"Daddy says hi to you." She smiled at you and handed you the phone when she hung up.

"Oh. Daddy is the best, isn't he?" You tested with a false grin.

"Yeah." Lilly hummed half heartedly and you gripped onto that loose thread as you took a left turn.

"You have fun with him and Ella when you're at his place?"

"Yes, mommy. But pa and Ella have more fun together." She shrugged her shoulders, "They laugh so much, sometimes i don't know why. Maybe he loves her more, because he wants to marry her mommy."

Your heart broke at the way her voice shifted from cheery to dull and tinged with disappointment. From what you saw, Max was a good father, but obviously you couldn't be there for all the time he spends with Lilly so you clearly can't be sure of how well he's fulfilling the role of a dad.

You slowed the car down a little. Some delay from school wouldn't be much of a deal, especially in this case.

"You don't like being at pa's place? Does he not play with you?" You asked cautiously, not wanting to feed into the idea that Max doesn't love her as much as he loves Ella, because despite that statement being the main thought claiming your mind, you wouldn't want to lead Lilly to believe in that further.

"I just get bored sometimes, when pa is with Ella or Valerie. But it's okay. I'm a big girl and big girls sit alone like grown ups sometimes."

You hummed to show her you were listening and miraculously, she carried on talking, "I know pa loves Valerie but she's a meanie. She shouts all the time."

Your heart was beating increasingly fast, "She does, baby? Has she ever shouted at you?"

"No." She replied too fast.

"Lilly, don't lie to mommy. No one is allowed to scream at you, princess so if anyone does, you need to tell me." You said with a gentle voice.

"Sometimes she shouts at me... but it's okay, because she shouts at Ella too."

Just as she spit that out, you pulled up in front of her school, your heart heavy with Lilly's thoughts now and your mind turbulent with worry over your daughter's feelings. You were already planning Max's murder... and maybe Valerie's.

You dropped her off and drove back home like a mad woman. Before even making your way up to your apartment, your phone was against your ear, ringing as you waited for Max to pick up.

"What's up?" His chill voice asked.

"We need to talk. Come over." You hung up and stormed upstairs.

The half hour it took Max to arrive and knock at you door seemed to last forever and ever but when the doorbell finally rang and echoed through the apartment, you swung it open harshly and was met with confused blue eyes and furrowed brows.

"What's happening? Is Lilly okay?"

"Get in, Max." You gestured inside and moved out of the way.

Max was clueless and confused as he walked inside the familiar, calm apartment and sat down on the couch centering the living room, looking behind him to watch as you walked over and sat in a loveseat on his side, a troubled, unsettling look on your face.

"Look, i don't wanna come off as rude but you out of all people know that i will always go out of my way and try my hardest to protect Lilly and make sure she's happy." You started lightly, making Max slightly nervous. He leaned forward so his arms were resting on his knees, his expression showing hints of worry now as he gaped at you.

"What? Protect her from what exactly? I don't understand." He asked.

"Are Lilly and Ella on good terms?" A blunt question left your mouth.

Max's eyes widened for a mere second as he absorbed the shock of such interrogation. In his head, he searched through all the memories he had of the two young girls together, no red flags making themselves known. He was wondering where all of this was coming from too.

"I don't think i've seen them disagree or fight. Why?" He answered but you didn't acknowledge his question.

"What exactly do you guys do when Lilly's staying at your place? How do you pass time?" You felt like a detective and you hated it but you needed to know everything, needed Max to know how his daughter felt and see his reaction to it, see if he was taking his role as her dad seriously.

"Like normally, really. Breakfast, playing, training, lunch, a drive around or a walk, maybe going to a park, then dinner and just some sitting around before going to bed. You need to tell me if something is wrong." He explained then returned back to wondering why did it seem so urgent that he comes over if this is what you wanted to talk about.

"Max, do you pay attention to Lilly's mood when she's with you?" Desperation and frustration were starting to lace your voice and slip out between words as you watched Max frown.

"Why do i feel like you're hiding something and throwing accusations? I'm Lilly's dad. I need to know if something is going on." He started getting angry.

"Are you acting like it? You practically begged to be in her life. You repeated it a thousand fucking times that you can be the dad she deserves. Are you actually doing that?" You got up and found yourself pacing behind the couch where Max was sat.

"What the hell? What the fuck makes you think i'm not properly taking care of her? Fucking tell me." He turned in his seat to look at your constantly moving figure, his eyebrows raised and his mouth agape in a mix of anger and confusion.

"She did, Max! She made me think that." You shouted, "She was saying things like how it's okay that she sits alone and gets bored and, fuck- just feeling left out."

"What?" He was shocked, the words you said making him stand to his feet, properly turning around to look at you.

"Look, i've always been understanding of your job, of your relationship, of the presence of another child in your life but never, never will i ever tolerate knowing my daughter is feeling left out and alone when she's with you. I grew up feeling that way, lonely and i sure as fuck won't allow that to happen to Lilly." You were furious with how calm he was about this while your blood was a mere celsius away from boiling. Not once in your life were you ever this angry but when Lilly was on the line, you were a different person.

"I promise you, i never leave her alone." He defended.

"Then why did she say you love Ella more than her? Tell me why?" You shouted, "You want to be her dad, act like it!" You were teetering close on the edge of loosing all composure and control.

"I'm trying!" He shouted back, "You gotta keep it in mind that this is new to me. This is my first time having a kid of my own! Just because you so naturally adjusted to it, it doesn't mean that it's gonna come so effortlessly for me too. I'm trying to make the best out an unconventional and weird situation, I'm really trying to be a good dad for Lilly."

You fell silent and leaned against the back of the couch, rubbing at your forehead out of stress, the wrinkles of a frown creasing your skin as your thoughts raced.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a fidgety Max.

He cared. You didn't know him that much but you definitely knew him enough to realize and see that. He was clearly trying but was also failing at some part of the whole parenting role without even realizing.

Like he said, having a child was something that both of you were continuously getting used to so, to some degree, you couldn't blame him.

"We should stop screaming at each other. It wouldn't be good to go back to fighting." He referred to the earlier days before the hookup and the pregnancy, where you and Max in the same room inevitably meant an incoming explosion.

"Yeah." You muttered, "Yeah, you're right."

You eyed him cautiously, not knowing where to go from here.

Luckily, he gave you a small smile and patted the space beside him on the couch, "Come here. We need to figure out a solution. I really want the best for Lilly."

You sighed and allowed your shoulders to drop, ignoring the little tingling in your heart at the way Max was smiling at you. You just took a seat at a comfortable distance from him, slacking against the back cushions of the sofa and pulling a pillow into your lap for comfort, all while Max watched your moves attentively.

"Tell me what she said first. We need to figure out where things went to shit first, right?"

"Yeah, that's a good call." You confirmed as you picked at the skin by your nails, "She said that you and Ella have more fun together, that you laugh more and she doesn't know why..."

"Okay..."

"That you love Ella more because you're in love with her mother. I think that's the thing that i hated hearing, because i understand not being able to give her your undivided attention all the time but i just don't want her to feel like her dad is favoring someone else over her, you know?" You teared up at the thought of Lilly not having the assurance that both her parents love her.

Taking notice of your glistening eyes, Max patted your shoulder, taking you by surprise. It had you thinking how weird it, two people who have literally seen and touched almost all of each other's bodies at some point, being so awkward about a touch to the shoulder that lasted maybe a total of 3 seconds.

"We'll figure it out. Lilly will always be my priority. I will make up for everything, i promise." He reassured, breaking you out of your thoughts, "One more question, because i need to know this to figure out a plan."

You sighed, "Okay... Shoot."

"Is she fighting with Ella? Like... Do they get along okay? Did she mention anything about their relationship?"

You cringed at that. You were gonna have to tell him about the way Valerie plays into this.

"What?" He questioned once he noticed your expression, "What is it? They don't get along, do they?" He asked and watched you struggle to put words together.

"She didn't mention Ella much." You started.

"Okay..." He frowned, "I've never heard or seen them fight so i kind of knew that."

"Yeah..." You hesitated, "Max, do you remember how we agreed to never shout at Lilly? And to never let anyone shout at her either?"

He nodded.

"Valerie kinda... screamed at her, but she thinks it's okay because Ella gets screamed at too." You said with a low voice.

"What?" Max was surprised, "I talked to her many times about our rules that we follow with Lilly and she told me she respects that."

You sat in silence for a while, not knowing what to say while Max's head raced with how much he hadn't been noticing about the time his daughter spent at his place.

He wanted his house to feel comfortable for Lilly, for her to feel just as at home as she did in your apartment, so he couldn't really help thinking that he failed at that, failed at reserving enough attention to his daughter.

"Do you think i'm a bad father?" He asked.

"I never said that, Max." You felt a hint of guilt at the thought of making him feel that way.

"No, be honest, because i feel like i shouldn't take care of Lilly alone anymore if i don't notice all this shit." He blurted with his eyebrows raised then he pursed him lips.

"Please, don't say that. It's not what i meant. I don't expect you to be perfect." You sighed, "I'm not a perfect mother either but that's because we're humans, because we're still figuring out this whole parenting thing, and honestly, i feel like figuring it out isn't something that ever ends."

Subconsciously, your hand landed comfortingly on his shoulder, "You try your hardest to be a good presence in your daughter's life, i can see that, it's just that she's growing up. She can understand and speculate about everything around her now, so we just need to be better at regarding her feelings and making sure not to give her wrong impressions."

He rubbed at his eyes with frustration seizing his muscles and finally allowed his back to meet the cushions behind him as he nodded.

"I'm gonna need your help for a while, though. Just to understand what to change." Max mumbled.

You smiled, "Don't worry, I'm always happy to help."

"Thank you."

A quiet few minutes of silence followed then Max got up to leave.

"I need to talk to Val." He groaned as he grabbed his phone and keys.

"I hope everything goes well." You wished.

"Yeah." He replied nonchalantly, "How about i pick you up later and we go get her from school together? We can go eat somewhere, just the three of us."

Smiling, you nodded and walked with him to the door.

"See you later, then." He said just as he starting walking down the stairs.

You shut the door while trying to figure out the feeling in you chest and why something was telling you today would be the start of major changes in your life and Lilly's.

—

Following that day, everything seemed to work itself out.

Max picked you up as planned and everything went really well. On the way to get Lilly from school, he told you he talked extensively with Valerie and that lead to a fight, and a breakup.

Worried that he would be thinking that was what you wanted, you were quick to show support.

"Is everything okay?" You asked and he quickly nodded, giving you a quick glance and smile as he drove.

"I really didn't mean for the two of you to break up. I know you love her and Ella and want-" You couldn't help rushing.

"Hey, hey," he interrupted, "i told you. Everything's okay. It was a long time coming kinda thing. Don't blame yourself, please."

As days went on, Max made it a point to come up with plans for the three of you and the first time he had Lilly staying with him afterwards, he got her to invite you for dinner, something that became a repeated pattern and for some reason, your heart was starting to beat faster at every invite and every smile Max would give you.

It wasn't much later when you realized you were catching feelings for the father of your child and you weren't quite sure what to do about that.

A month later, on an afternoon when you were meant to pick up Lilly from Max's place, he opened the door for you and instead of letting you in, he stepped out and closed the front door behind him.

"Can we talk?" He asked with his hands stuffed in his jeans' pockets.

"But... Lilly..." you pointed to the door.

"Mom is there with her." Max reassured that your daughter wasn't on her own and proceeded to guide you away.

With your eyes narrowed in suspicion, you followed him, your nerves getting worse by the second.

"So, car ride or a walk?" He asked once you were out of the building.

Frowning, you tilted your head to the side and responded, "Walking's fine."

Max nodded and so the two of you began taking small steps along the sidewalk.

Silence reigned for a while. You couldn't really figure out anything to say and it was rather obvious that Max was planning the approach to whatever he wanted to talk about in his head.

By the time he spoke up, the two of you were a few buildings away.

"I've been really enjoying our time with Lilly." He awkwardly said and if anything, that confused you more.

"Yeah, it's been good." You agreed with a nod.

"I like it when it's just the three of us." Max continued.

"I like it too. I want Lilly to have as many normal experiences as possible."

For some reason, the silence returned after that. Meanwhile, your heart had begun racing out of control as you laid out the various paths that this conversation would take, the one outcome you wished you'd end up with being repressed and avoided. Instead, you found yourself considering other options.

What is something happened with Lilly?

Are they not getting along?

Does he want to change anything about their relationship? Or about the way the two of you parent her?

...

What if he was dating someone new?

Sure, it has barely been a month since his breakup but according to the pieces of information you'd pick during your time with him, and Lilly of course, you'd concluded that he wasn't actually in love with Valerie.

Interrupting your thoughts, Max sighed heavily by your side.

"You know, I'm trying hard to be smooth with this but-" he chuckled, "I'm clearly shit at that."

"How about you tell me what this is about as a head-start..." you suggested.

Max nodded and seemed to calculate his words for a mere second, "The nature of our... relationship?" He hesitated.

"Oh..." You let your confusion show, "What about it?"

He fiddled with his hands for a while before finally speaking, "I wanna try- No. I wanna ask you if you would agree to trying something new."

The determination in his voice confused you even further.

"New... Like, how?"

"Would you be open to the idea of a date? No Lilly, just me and you going somewhere nice together."

You stopped dead in your tracks and stared at Max like you were speculating if he was serious, all while your heart was dancing to an unknown tune that had slowly been becoming its favorite.

"I know this can be potentially risky, because what if we actually date and - i don't want it to seem like I'm getting ahead of myself - get in a relationship? It could complicate things with Lilly and shit but we've been co-parenting for four years now even though we hated each other's guts so, really, we're capable of working through anything." He took a breath, "I just want something more with you. I really like you, so much more than as just Lilly's mom. Just consider it 'cause i just think we would have something good, that we'd be worth a shot, you know? I've been thinki-"

"Max!" You interrupted his rant with a chuckle of his name and a wide smile, "Breathe, please."

"So?" He seemed nervous as he asked and you found it adorable.

"I'll go on a date with you." You nodded with a big smile, making Max grin so wide.

—

From that point on, everything is just history.

The first date went so amazingly well that the second followed so soon after it, then a third, and on the fourth, Max asked you to be his girlfriend and you instantly agreed.

The transition was practically seamless.

Lilly was over the moon once she noticed the nature of your interactions with Max shift. The first night she got to spend the night with both her mom and dad under the same roof as her, she was absolutely beaming.

Things between you and Max were going so well, it almost seemed surreal, but both of you, and Lilly of course, couldn't be happier that it was in fact your reality.

A few months into the relationship, you and Lilly fully moved in with him and the first free weekend morning spent there, you woke up to them making breakfast together.

It was a moment you truly cherished, when you walked into the kitchen to find Max holding his daughter on his shoulders so she'd be able to grab plates from the high cupboards, both of them displaying big and genuine smiles.

"I feel left out, I'm not gonna lie." You walked in joking, effectively grabbing both their attentions.

The three of you had a delicious and peaceful breakfast together and when Lilly finished eating and ran off to her room, Max moved you off your chair and onto his lap, his eyes locking with yours. Your legs were dangling off of one side, your arms hooking behind his neck as you kissed his lips lightly.

He smiled at you and pulled you back in, keeping the curve of his lips throughout the short peck.

When he pulled away, his grin grew and he brushed his hand through the front strands of your hair, securing it behind your ear.

"I love you." He spoke softly and, like always, it made your heart pound.

"I love you too, Max."

Just like that, the two people from five years ago who couldn’t be in the same room for over three minutes without fighting were long gone.

And just like that, everything worked out in a way that no one expected it to but in the idealist of ways possible.

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profounddefendorcrusade-blog · 16 days

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I feel bad for Starlo. (pt. 9)

Star's the Papyrus (both are idealistic & seen as naive) of this game (Martlet is another possible parallel), even though he's got similarities with Undyne too. No matter how broken Ceroba seemed he asked himself WHY she did what she did and I think that's SUPER important.

Ceroba didn't do this. Her first instinct was to be harsh (after being harsh with him even BEFORE he attacked Clover):

called his personality "damaged" before this scene

... you never asked yourself WHY he did the whole sheriff act.

.... you never asked WHY he didn't want to grow up. If it was a coping mechanism, if he wanted to help his community in a way he couldn't as a farmer? It was never on her mind.

Yes he has baggage but he's dealing with it all while uplifting others, Ceroba has baggage but is well taken care of by Star and at least has him, he has no one but himself and his optimism to pull him out of negative feelings, and still gets insulted.

Yeah Ceroba's been through stuff but apparently it's been some time since Chujin passed and Kanako fell down, she should have at least started to support Star emotionally like he's been supporting her (sure, he did so with distractions, but as he said "aren't distractions what's best for all of that?" He did his best). Problem is she DIDN'T realise he was ever struggling with self worth and only assumed he was goofing off. Either that or she did nothing about it aka was too occupied with her own problems (which are valid but still... she should have tried at least a little) Cer's character flaw is being too stubborn and devoted to Chujin. She trusted him blindly and wholeheartedly. Everything else came in 2nd place. This is clear as day.

It hurts knowing Ceroba could never respect Starlo the way she still does her husband. Not saying she shouldn't admire Chujin, but the way she sees Star as a goofy manchild whose lifelong passion can go "too far," the way she sees all this Wild East stuff as him "just having fun," the way she thinks that only someone whose brain isn't developed would ever consider dating him just... ticks me off, tbh. That's why I think the guy needs someone who will be gentle and patient with him, even if that other person is going through tough times.

She DID call Starlo the best sheriff she's ever known (honestly the only sweet moment between them in pacifist, but it is very brief, especially in neutral where he just gets cut off; also I hope she was being genuine here) and said how everyone adored him (but hated his persona, which I've already covered: basically they either hated 'North Star' as a whole, which I hope isn't true, or just how excited he was to meet Clover, which makes no sense to me; already covered it as well)

Bonus: Dina didn't know who Star really was or what he looked like, not before the end credits rolled (when he shows up as himself & she's also seen there; makes sense that he finally came clean to her):

So he's literally been playing this role 24/7, ever since she became the bartender; ever since this town started to exist. It's impressive how he could keep up an act AND use this fake accent for so long

Bonus #2: Star was SUPER worried about Clover's safety; that's what REALLY upset him (he cares about that child sm). THAT's what drove him off the edge (unless he naturally has a temper, i don't think this is it tho). Either way, he was way more patient w Ceroba than I think most would have been in that situation. Sure he snapped a few times, but there was a good reason to. He still TRIED to reason with her. Why did he attack? Worried for Martlet & Clover. I honestly think Star's the type to only get super angry if someone he loves is in danger (minus the stuff that happened which led him to cracking)

#uty #undertale yellow #starlo uty #uty starlo #ceroba uty #uty ceroba #ceroba ketsukane #anti staroba #dina uty #uty dina #not saying ceroba is a horrible person for not understanding star #every character carries some sort of baggage #just that she doesn't understand him #and that he needs somebody who will #he's an idealist she's a pessimist #pairings like this CAN work #but i dont think that' the case here

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 1 month

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Could u please write a Nash and Grayson hc?

nash and grayson head canons

i'd love to! hope you like them.

growing up, grayson used to wish he was more like nash (in the sense that nash doesn't really care what people think and does what he wants).

the first time nash tried to teach gray how to ride a horse, he fell off off the horse and landed in a pile of mud.

gray will buy nash cowboy hats whenever he comes across one that he thinks he might like.

whenever gray is sick, nash is literally always checking up on him, giving him food, and making sure he isn't working.

sometimes, when grayson has nightmares, he goes to nash's room and nash strokes his hair, this mostly happened when he was younger but, even now, sometimes he just needs his brother (it calmed gray down, he found it soothing)

gray dresses nash up for events and stuff bc nash has no idea what he's doing when it comes to fancy clothes.

nash knows gray overworks himself and sometimes forgets to eat breakfast, so he makes him some food in the morning and brings it to him.

when gray was younger, he loved it when nash would give him piggy back rides

when grayson took his first steps, nash literallly got so excited he started jumping around.

gray used to follow nash around like a lost puppy.

nash is always getting him little gifts to cheer him up. like a gift card to get some coffee (obviously gray has the money, but he loves it when nash does this cause it shows he cares)

nash once got gray a cowboy hat with his face on it.

it's canon that nash works as a bartender sometimes. i think gray would head over there (when he's of age, so in the usa 21) and just chat with him. sometimes he'd get smth to drink.

nash used to complain to tobias that he was being way too hard on grayson. gray finds out about this and starts to tear up bc of how much nash cares.

gray was the officiator and the photographer at libbynash's wedding.

nash isn't a great cook, but wanted to learn how to so he could make libby some meals. gray taught him how to.

gray feels most at ease with nash (and avery). sometimes he lets himself smile around them (they're calmer then jamie and xander)

nash loves just sitting down and listening to gray play the piano. sometimes he falls asleep to him playing.

when gray was younger and couldn't fall asleep, nash would talk about funny things that happened to him that day. he'd always make him laugh

when gray was younger and first started talking, he had a very subtle southern accent (he took after nash). tobias got mad bc he thought it wasn't proper, and that, as the heir apparent, he should be more sophisticated.

nash always sits next to him in planes bc sometimes gray falls asleep and leans his head on his shoulder.

sometimes, when gray gets really mad, nash brings him to the shooting range (we know that nash is good with a gun so why would gray not be (and they own many so..))

gray used to be a hopeless romantic cause nash used to read him little love stories to help him fall asleep.

nash and him (and the other brothers) dressed up as the minions on halloween one year.

nash loves to tag along when gray goes on this nature walks.

nash was actually going to propose to libby with the ring nan gave him, but he wanted grayson to have it more (to give him some hope)

nash will bring grayson coffee in the morning (he likes it black, sometimes with a tiny bit of milk)

nash used to have longer hair (like to his shoulders) when he was like 7, and gray hated it sm, he cut it in his sleep.

gray loves to hear nash talk about taylor swift

during the eras tour, nash grabbed grayson and tried to get him to dance during shake it off (nash would wave gray's hand and tried to get him to move his hips and stuff)

they like working out together (doesn't really happen often but when it does they blast taylor swift)

gray was nash's biggest support after the break up with alisa. nash didn't get out of bed for three days, and gray stayed by his side the entire time. the only times he left was to get him food, shower etc.

that's it for now! i really love their dynamic and think their bond is so adorable.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #alisa ortega #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #libby grambs

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worldsokayestdragon · 11 days

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The Transitive Property

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Ed couldn't sleep the first night after Greed joined his little crew-sorry, after they joined Greed.

The voice of reason in his head (sounding annoyingly like his little brother) pointed out that this was probably because he wasn't trying to sleep, but that wasn't the point.

The point was he found himself sitting awake by the dying fire-long after Darius and Heinkel had turned in for the night and started snoring loud enough to alert all of Amestris to their location-staring at Greed while trying not to let the homunculus catch him looking.

And it was stupid! Why should he have to hide what he was doing? It wasn't like he even really cared about Greed. He was looking for any signs of Ling. His boyfriend had been possessed right in front of him (willingly, on purpose, like the stubborn asshole he could be when he felt like it) and then disappeared for months only to show back up long enough to freeload all of Ed's food-again-and have a five minute conversation before getting reabsorbed into the monster possessing him. Quite frankly, Ed thought he was more than justified in staring. He had every right to interrogate, to poke and prod, to demand to speak to Ling.

The voice that sounded too much like Al reminded him that pissing Greed off and potentially driving him away wouldn't help him get Ling back, that just because something was justified didn't mean it was smart, and that eventually he'd have to stop flying off the handle all the time and learn to be more strategic.

So Ed restrained himself to observing. It didn't make him feel better. It was Ling's face in front of him, except that it wasn't. Familiar features of a person he cared about forming expressions that were all wrong, his boyfriend's body with someone else's posture. Greed hadn't spoken for a while, but Ed knew that his voice would be too low, too rough, the Amestrian accent grating on Ed's nerves when it came out of Ling's mouth.

But there were glimmers of hope. As they sat in silence, Greed's expression changed every so often. The shifts were tiny, subtle, but Ed knew Ling's face well enough to spot them even if he couldn't be sure what they meant on Greed. The corners of his lips twitched as if fighting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed in the barest start of a frown. occasionally he tilted his head as if listening to someone or formed his mouth around words without vocalization. There was no one else around, and he wasn't talking to Ed, so all signs pointed to Greed and Ling having some sort of internal conversation. Really the fact that he was sitting quietly supported that hypothesis; the Greed they'd met in Dublith had never shut up, and this version had seemed just as chatty back in Central.

If Ling was aware and strong enough to keep a running commentary to Greed, he might be able to seize another opportunity to take back control of his body. If nothing else, maybe the dumbass could annoy the homunculus into trading a few minutes conversation for some peace and quiet.

Or maybe he'd annoy Greed too much and get his consciousness completely destroyed, pushed so deep into the philosopher's stone it would never resurface. Greed may have turned on the other homunculi, but that didn't mean he was a good person now. For all Ed knew he might hold no more value for human life than the rest of his wacko little "family".

Ling could be in very real danger, could already be suffering, and there was nothing Ed could do about it, he couldn't even know for sure, and what kind of useless boyfriend-

Greed broke the silence with a low growl, effectively interrupting the spiral of doom Ed's thought had been trapped in. He was glaring at Ed now, apparently having caught on to all the staring and not appreciating it. The growl sounded more frustrated than aggressive, but still. Ed shifted, getting ready to jump to his feet and run or fight if necessary.

"Alright short stack, if you're gonna sit there angsting at me all night you could at least tell me what your deal is."

Ed shot to his feet, hands balled into fists as he shouted down at Greed, "Who are you calling short?! I'll kick your ass right now!" So much for not flying off the handle, but a man had to have standards.

Greed didn't rise to meet him. He looked calmly up at him from his seated position, apparently completely unconcerned with Ed's rage. He looked more amused than anything, which did nothing to improve Ed's mood.

"Yeah, sure you will," Greed agreed, too easily to be anything but patronizing. "But seriously, would you tell me what your problem with me is? As your new leader, I can't have this kind of hostility from my henchmen."

Ed bristled at the henchman comment, but bit back any retort to it. He had agreed to following Greed after all, and it really wouldn't bother him if he wasn't already so pissed.

"My problem with you?" Ed scoffed. "Well, putting aside what happened in Dublith-"

Ed cut himself off sharply when pain flashed across Greed's face, different from how Ling would wear it but still unmistakable. It occurred to him that everyone Greed had known in Dublith had ended up dead, and that Ling had been pretty vague about what had caused Greed to freak out and let him gain control.

Maybe poking that particular sore spot wasn't the best idea. Ed might not have a reputation as the nice Elric brother, but he didn't try to be outright cruel.

Before Ed could beat himself up too much about putting such a sad look on Ling's face, even by proxy, it disappeared behind Greed's usual smug expression.

"What happened in Dublith, huh?" he asked. "I thought I remembered seeing you there. Honestly though, that whole scene's a little fuzzy, so I still don't know why you're looking at me like you wanna kill me."

"You kidnapped my brother and beat the shit out of me!" Feeling bad about how things turned out didn't give Greed a pass for starting the whole mess.

Greed tilted his head. "Huh? Doesn't everyone do shit like that to you, though? I mean, you said those chimera guys were trying to kill you when you met."

"That's..." Ed faltered. Technically it wasn't an incorrect assessment. Lots of people attacked him when meeting him for the first time, and he didn't usually hold a grudge over it. Hell, Ling had ordered his personal guards to beat some answers out of Ed and Al, and then Ed had agreed to go on a date with him a few hours later. Lan Fan hadn't pulled her punches either.

But just because their fight in Dublith hadn't been too out of the ordinary (god his life was weird) didn't mean Ed didn't still have plenty of reason to hate Greed.

"Fine then, maybe I'm pissed because you're possessing Ling! You stole his body and now you're walking around wearing his face, doing who knows what to him in there, and you won't fucking let him go!"

"Whoa whoa whoa." Greed held up his hands as if trying to hold back Ed's anger. He didn't look exactly apologetic, but he'd dropped the smirk and seemed to be taking the conversation seriously for the first time. "Couple of problems with all that. One, it wasn't my idea to possess the guy. I can't exactly control what dear old dad does with my stone when I don't have a body, and it's not like I can just leave once I'm in here. Two, I didn't steal shit. He agreed to give me his body. We had a whole conversation about it. This is my body now, and you not liking it doesn't change the fact that it was Ling's choice. And three, I'm not doing anything to him. If anything it's what he's doing to me, damn princely brat's been talking my ear off since I got this body, it's seriously annoying.”

Ed really wished he could believe that.

“So you're not torturing him to prove you're better than humans or punish him for defying you or whatever? Because I talked to Envy about how you homunculi feel about humans, and it doesn't seem like you'd be cool with sharing a body just like that.”

Greed gasped and put a hand to his chest like he'd been shot. “Did you just compare me to Envy? Envy's a fucking asshole! Their whole ‘humans are garbage I'm so much better’ thing is their own personal problem, I don't give a shit about any of that. Humans, chimera, any of the other homunculi that don't end up dead, it doesn't matter. They'll all belong to me once I take over the world!”

Ed should maybe be concerned about his new ally casually bringing up world domination, but he couldn't really bring himself to care.

“You're serious? Ling's really okay?”

Greed rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he's fine. I keep saying I don’t lie, but no ever listens. Look, he agreed to let me have his body-which makes him my possession-and I take good care of my things. He's got nothing to complain about!” Greed paused, tilting his head slightly, then pinched the bridge of his nose. “Actually, he's great at finding things to complain about, but since I don't need to eat and I also can't control the amount of screaming from people who are grumpy they got turned into a rock, none of his complaints are my problem.”

Ed’s right knee went weak with relief. The left stayed strong, Winry's handy work as sturdy as ever, but he sat down heavily anyway, finally giving up his position standing over Greed.

He'd been trying not to think about it-and there'd been one crisis after the other to distract him-but it had been eating at Ed, not knowing if Ling was okay. And after sending his best friend and baby brother off with a literal serial killer and hoping for the best, the accumulated weight of uncertainty about the fates of his loved ones had been almost too much to bear. Now hearing that Ling hadn't been suffering horribly, that he wasn't in any danger (or at least not from the being controlling his body) had Ed feeling so much lighter he almost didn't know what to do with himself.

Maybe he was crazy for taking Greed's word for it, but he sounded so sincere. Really there was no reason for him to lie, it wasn't like Ed could do anything about it if he had been hurting Ling. If anything he'd probably want to gloat if he was anything like Envy (and it seemed like maybe he wasn’t).

Looking back, Ling hadn't seemed that bad off at the cabin. Sure he'd collapsed, but he just kind of did that sometimes. He'd bounced right back after eating, just like he had back in Rush Valley, and Central, and Gluttony's stomach. Greed kept complaining about Ling being annoying, but now that Ed was a few more steps away from panic he realized there had been a hint of fondness in his voice as he did so. And, well. Ed could understand finding Ling extremely irritating in an endearing sort of way.

“What’s your guys’ deal anyway?” Greed interrupted Ed's thoughts.

“Our–What?”

Greed waved a hand impatiently. “You know, you’re obsessed with each other. First Ling was all ‘Stop fighting Ed, you might hurt him. No I can’t tell you where Lan Fan is, you have to find Ed and give him the message. I wonder where Ed is. I hope Ed’s okay. Hey, we should totally join Ed’s stupid little group and wander through the woods together!’ And now you won’t stop creepy staring at my face and you’re having some kinda breakdown over the idea that he might possibly be unhappy. It’s weird.”

“Ling didn’t tell you?” Ed tried not to let himself feel too hurt by that. There could be lots of reasons for Ling to keep their relationship to himself. Even if he was apparently talking to Greed all the time, there must be a good reason he never brought up Ed in the months they'd been apart.

“No! He won’t shut up about anything else. Yapping on and on about Xing, and his clan, and Lan Fan and Fu, and he mentions you constantly, but every time I ask about you he says it’s none of my business. Can you believe that? He’s my possession, his business is my business! Not to mention he’s thinking about it inside my brain, which makes it double my business.”

That made a certain kind of sense. It was probably hard having any privacy while sharing your body with another person, so of course Ling might want to keep something to himself. And, Ed remembered, Greed's stupid speech about wanting everything rather pointedly included women. He maybe wouldn't appreciate the fact that his new body’s owner was dating a man when he himself was aggressively straight.

“If Ling says it's none of your business then it's none of your business.” Even if Ed didn't love being kept a secret, he wouldn't betray Ling by giving out information he wanted to keep private.

“Ugh, come on!” Greed whined, flopping back dramatically to lay on the ground. “I'm the one in charge here and still no one tells me anything. You even looked all sad about me not knowing, and yet you're not gonna–”

Greed cut himself off mid sentence and sat back up to look at Ed.

“Your boyfriend?”

Somehow Ed got the idea the question wasn't for him even though Greed was staring right at him.

A grin grew slowly across Greed's face.

“Our boyfriend.”

The hell did that mean?!

SMACK

Before Ed could react, almost faster than his eyes could follow, Greed raised his right hand and slapped himself across the face.

“Ow! What the hell, Ling?” Greed pushed his right hand down by the wrist before reaching up with his left to rub his cheek. “That fucking hurt, you asshole! Why–you know I can't understand the Xingese when you talk that fast. Stop yelling at me!”

“What did you mean by–”

“Give us a minute,” Greed said, holding up a finger in Ed's direction.

“No I will not give you a minute!” Ed yelled. “You can't just say some crap like that then ignore me! Explain what you're talking about right now or I swear I'm gonna…”

Greed was no longer looking at Ed. He was staring off into the distance, eyes unfocused. If Ed had to guess, he'd say the homunculus was so tuned in to whatever argument he was having with Ling he wasn't even hearing Ed anymore. No amount of yelling would help with that, and despite popular belief to the contrary, Ed could recognize a losing battle when he saw one. He just usually chose to fight them anyway.

Ed picked up a twig from the ground and threw it at Greed's face. It bounced off his nose and he blinked, eyes focusing back on Ed with a startled look.

“If you're going to talk about me in front of me, at least have your half of the conversation out loud, would you?”

Greed nodded. “Yeah that's fair.” He shifted his gaze slightly, looking near but not directly at Ed as he continued. “I don't see what the problem is. He's your boyfriend, and you're mine, so it makes sense–yes that is how it works, it's science.”

Ed already wasn't crazy about how this conversation was going. “When you say he's yours–”

“What do you mean we're not dating?” Greed sounded genuinely confused now. “You agreed to share your body with me, and you asked me to rule a country with you! How is that not–Oh, so you can have fifty wives, but two boyfriends is too–”

“He's not gonna have fifty wives,” Ed interrupted. “He's getting rid of–”

“Yeah yeah, we're doing away with that custom, I know.” Greed waved a hand in Ed's direction as he spoke, still looking at nothing as he had been for his whole conversation with Ling, as if responding to both of them at the same time.

“Why are you getting so worked up over this anyway?” Ed asked. “Aren't you straight?”

Greed's eyes snapped to Ed's face, expression scandalized. “Aren't I what?” he gasped, as if this was the most offensive thing anyone had ever said to him.

“Straight?” Ed didn't see what the big deal was, it had seemed like a fair assumption. “You had a whole speech about wanting women or whatever.”

“I'm Greed.” He spoke slowly, as if explaining something obvious that he'd been forced to go over many times. “I want everything. Gender isn't even a factor for me. Honestly I don't get why humans are so obsessed with it. People would get weird sometimes if I mentioned wanting men too, so I stopped saying that part to avoid the hassle. Still, I can't believe I’ve been giving off straight vibes.” He looked down and tugged at his coat. “Maybe it's the outfit? I told his highness he should have let me pick out better clothes. There was this great vest and also these awesome sunglasses I wanted to get, but he wouldn't go for it. Kept bitching about how awful they were until I chose something more simple.”

“Oh yeah, you had something like that the first time I met you. That was such a cool look!” Ed had pretty much hated Greed's guts back in Dublith, but he couldn't deny the man had style.

“Thank you!” Greed threw up his hands. “Ya hear that, Ling? He thinks it's cool too…Hey, don't call me and our boyfriend tacky in the same way, asshole! Huh? Oh, good point.”

Greed turned back to Ed, leaning forward and fixing him with a serious look. “Hey, do you want to date me too, instead of just Ling?”

“Uh…” Ed hesitated, debating for a moment whether the personification of greed would respond well to being denied something he wanted. Then again, Ling wouldn't have had him ask Ed if he thought the reaction would be dangerous. And he had asked, rather than just demanding. “No, not really. I don't even know you.”

Greed sat back with a shrug. “Oh, okay. Was worth a shot.”

“Really? You're cool with me just dating Ling?” Ed had been expecting at least a bit of an argument.

“Well, yeah.” Greed said. “People have to want to be mine, or else what's the point? Kind of sucks that Ling will have something I don't, but that's just the way it'll have to be. You're still my henchman after all, so it's not like you don't belong to me anyway. Besides,” Greed smiled at Ed, “there's plenty of time between now and the promised day for you to get to know me.”

An hour ago Ed would have taken that statement as mocking at best, and maybe as a downright threat. But now that he knew that Ling was not only okay but on good terms with the deadly sin inhabiting his body, and after having what was by his standards a perfectly friendly conversation with the guy, Ed was willing to see it a bit more charitably. Greed's smile was genuine, nothing taunting or creepy in the expression at all. In fact, if there was any similarity between how Ling and Greed showed their emotions, he might be trying to hide a bit of nervousness.

Ed smiled back at Greed. “Yeah, I guess maybe there is,” he said, then laughed when Greed's mouth dropped open in shock. “It’s getting late. I'm gonna get some sleep. Goodnight Greed and goodnight Ling.”

The last thing Ed heard before sleep claimed him was Greed talking quietly as he threw more wood onto the campfire.

Ed got up to find a soft patch of ground to sleep on, only half listening to Greed stumble over his words as he wished him a goodnight from himself and Ling. Ed felt himself drifting off as soon as he laid down, more tired than he'd realized.

“Wow, I didn't think I'd get that far. I'm totally going to show him I'd be the best boyfriend ev–Ling, do not slap me again, you pissant, I swear to god!”

#fma #fmab #edward elric #greed fma #greedling #edling #greed/ed #greed/ed/ling #<-seriously what is the ship name for that? because all i can think of is gredling and thats completely unacceptable #is this based on that bugs bunny meme joke post i made a while back?#yes #did it get away from me and end having a few thousand words of introspection and moping before i got to the joke?#also yes #its the duality of man #anyway i think all three of them should date #ed has two hands most of the time #and he doesn't even need both of them because ling and greed share a body

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batllethinker · 11 months

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Nobody gets me (like you) | w.mf + n.rv

Pairing: wanda maximoff + natasha romanov

Summary: Natasha comforts Wanda during a particularly hard night

Warnings: hurt/comfort, self hatred, survivor guilt, insecurity, angst, fluff, pre-established relationship, no smut | 18+ mdni

Wc: 1k+

Authors note: this one is really old and apparently I have no posted it on here so

Wanda was laid on her bed, curled into herself as she tried to stop the thoughts from running. She curls deeper into herself and holds her head in between her arms as she tries to shut her thoughts of her brother and her parents out, tears falling as she tries to make it stop.

The witch blamed herself for everything that happened, she couldn't stop those bombs from hitting her home and she couldn't protect Pietro, the only person in her life that really meant something to her and she couldn't protect him.

And now she has to live without him, in this house with these people that hated her for everything that she did to them, she could feel what they thought about her and she knew that they wouldn't care if she just disappeared.

A loud sob left her mouth and she was quick to cover her mouth, afraid that one of the avengers would hear, Wanda continued to sob, her body slightly shaking as tears fell and wretched sobs filled the space of her room.

And suddenly there was a knock on the door and everything stopped, Wanda paused for a moment before using her powers to open the door, all while doing her best to hide her tear stained face.

Natasha walked carefully into Wanda’s room and closed the door behind her. “Is everything alright?” The assassin noticed the way the witch did her best to hide her face as she laid curled up in her bed but she still noticed the dried tears and red rimmed eyes.

"Yes of course” Wanda’s voice was rough as she talked and her accent more prominent. Natasha moved to sit on the edge of the bed, a hand reaching out for Wanda’s, frowning as the sokovian flinched away from the touch.

The older woman retracted her hand, “I'm sorry, malysh” she knew that the girl wasn't too fond of being touched and she should've known better.

The younger woman shook her head and finally looked at the spy, “it's fine” Natasha frowned once again as she could see the sadness in her eyes but happy that she finally looked at her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wanda sat up to sit side by side with Natasha, “just stay here” the older woman nodded, “ofcourse”

Wanda wasn't crying anymore but she knew that if she talked more the tears would start so she just leaned her head on Natasha’s shoulder. The brunette thought for a moment, contemplating on telling the redhead about her thoughts, knowing that she would just worry Natasha if she did but once again, it's good to talk about your feelings.

"Please try not to see me any differently after this” Natasha nodded, “of course detka”. Wanda moved to fully face the spy even though she didn't meet the redhead’s eye, Natasha in turn moved so she could face the witch, the brunette took a deep breath as she tried to formulate her thoughts into words.

"I'm the only one left of my family, my parents are dead, my brother is dead and I- '' the witch took a moment, she could feel tears burning in her eyes, this was a lot harder than she anticipated.

"I'm here, alive when I should be with them, I should've protected them, it's my fault.” Natasha frowned and shook her head, “it isn't.” Wanda let out a bitter laugh, tears swelling and frustration brimming in her chest.

"Of Course it is, I shouldn't be here right now, I really shouldn't, I'm a monster.” the older woman sighed, she hated seeing the other girl like this, hated hearing those words come out of her mouth.

"Wanda, please” Wanda finally looked at Natasha, frustration brimming in her eyes as she looked at the sad eyes of the russian. “No, just listen to me and shut up” Natasha nodded and just grabbed ahold of the sokovian girl's hands, trying her best to comfort her without angering her too much.

"I know that you or the others don't trust me, you have all the rights not to and I think you all would be better off without me here” the older woman shook her head in objection, her hold on the other girl's hands tightening. “No, we all need you, they just need time”

Wanda let out another laugh, knowing that it wasn't true, “bullshit.” She pulled her hands away from Natasha and stood up, “It's been almost a year since I moved in, how much more time do they need” all of the witch's sadness had been replaced by frustration at this point, she could feel the magic brewing under her skin, eyes shifting from blue to red.

The witch still tried her best to control it, this was after all the reason the others didn't trust her, Natasha watched the brunette as she paced in front of her from her place on the bed.

"Please malysh” Wanda turned to face the russian, responding to the desperation in her voice. The sokovian took in the sadness and desperation in her eyes, she frowned as she was the reason for it.

Wanda sat herself on her knees in front of Natasha, the spy furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to properly face the other woman once again. The witch placed her hands neatly in her lap and took a breath to calm herself, “I'm sorry doll”.

Natasha frowned at that, the brunette had nothing to be sorry for. “I know that you're just trying to help and I should let you but you know that it's hard for me” the assassin nodded and reached out a hand to caress the other woman's cheek, Wanda closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.

“Thank you, thank you for letting me in” Natasha said, watching as a tear fell from Wanda's eye and fell onto her hand, she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying. The redhead was incredibly happy that the witch trusted her enough to let her see this side of her

Wanda opened her eyes to look at the older woman, a small smile gracing her lips as she lifted her hands to take ahold of Natasha's hand and brought it infront of her, the witch kissed the back of her hand and watched the russian carefully.

“Always.”

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mistydeyes · 10 months

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hiya!! i know you’re probably SWAMPED with pairing requests right now, so if you can’t get to this please do not sweat it ^^. i just binged all of pharmacist!reader and i’m obsessed lmao.

personality !!

get ready for this to read like a crappy tinder bio ahshdgd. i’m definitely an extrovert, with my personality type thing being enfp! although, i used to be /painfully/ shy so i feel for people who hate social situations. apparently i come off as flirty? i think i’ve just got an offbeat sense of humour— courtesy of growing up in scotland— and i tend to just show a lot of affection to anyone, even if it’s simply platonic.

interests ?!

i love to make things, like writing and illustration (which is what i’m working on a degree for)! i’m currently working part time at a florist store though haha, i got my certification in high school instead of studying for math. i try to embrace the small things and leave crappy little post-it poems and silly doodles at my friends’ places. my main attitude towards what i do is very punk? if that makes sense? apart from the fact that i love punk and heavier music (xray spex, death, pinkshift, big joanie, etc.), i’m a big believer in being relentlessly loving of yourself and others- self love and supporting your friends is the ultimate rebellion!! :D.

appearance ?? (if it matters)

i’m on the taller side, about 5’11. damn my genes for perpetuating scottish stereotypes, but i’ve got green eyes, freckles, and a propensity to sunburn. i’ve got black hair with sections of it dyed really light blonde (this has reminded me to go fix my roots later whoops), and it’s a sort of veronica sawyer type bob? my hair is really thick so i’m struggling in the summer heat lmao.

thank you again <333

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n anon you're living out my dream like I WOULD love to drop out of pharmacy school and work at a florist shop! so happy you enjoyed my pharmacist series though!)

How you met: Civilian Working in a florist shop in a busy part of the UK meant you had a good flow of customers. From old grandmas to boyfriends making up for forgotten anniversaries, you've seen it all. You were finishing up on a large bridal order when a young man walked in. He made sure to shake off his umbrella before entering. "It's pitchin it douwn 'ard out 'ere" he said as he approached the counter and you could see it was monsooning outside. Before he could translate, you replied to his exclamation. "A fellow Scot!" you said enthusiastically and his face beamed. "I'd recognize that accent anywhere," he responded and you soon fell into a conversation about growing up in the Scottish countryside and missing home in the rainy London climate. "So what are you here for?" you laughed as you set your elbows on the counter. "A houseplant, bonnie," he responded, "thought this was the right place." "Well Johnny, I have a fair share of options, but I think," you began to say as you walked around the counter and towards your collection of houseplants. You finally found the perfect one, a medium sized fiddle-leaf fig plant. "I think this wee lad is your new best friend," you smiled and handed him the potted plant. "How much do I owe ye?" he asked before you shook your head. "It's on the house, pleasure to make you a new plant owner," you replied. He smiled widely before exiting into the pouring rain. "Hope to see you again!" he waved and you hoped he kept his promise.

A peek into your relationship: "I don't think I'm doing this correctly," Johnny said as you felt the cold hair dye coat your scalp. "You're doing a better job than I could, babe," you joked underneath the pile of your hair. Having a boyfriend meant you didn't have to struggle bleaching and dying pieces of your hair when it needed a touchup. You couldn't even imagine how you used to do this. "You should just cut if off," he joked and you pretended to be shocked. "And have an ugly mohawk? I would never," you responded and you could hear him chuckle behind you. "Careful now, I might just dye your neck," he countered and you knew his threat was an empty one. "I'll kill your darling houseplant if you do, Mactavish, don't push me," you replied and that shut him up. After a few more minutes, he finally finished applying the dye to your bleached roots. You lifted your head to see his smiling face, hands coated with the bleach and his ratty shirt adorned with plenty of stains. "Thank you," you smiled happily and kissed his stubbled cheek. His ears tinged pink at your actions. "Now just have to wash this off in the shower," you said as you walked over to the bathroom. "Can I join?" he enthusiastically asked as your laughter filled your flat and he followed you like a puppy.

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #mw2

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remolupini · 2 years

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Contract lent

This fic was supposed to be for the buck moon moonchaser event yesterday (started by @mkaugust ) but I couldn't write yesterday, so I'm 9 hours late to this. Let's ignore it. Also it ends sad I'm sorry

Around two months into living in this new town (Remus didn't catch its name and didn't care to ask Lyall to repeat himself, given that by Christmas they'll most probably be living somewhere else anyway), the rules changed for no reason at all. Whereas they used to be softer (avoid people if you do go into town, no more than thirty minutes on the front lawn, etc...) and the harsher ones where reserved for the days right before and right after the moon, they became just a series of don't do that's Lyall didn't care to explain.

Remus said nothing, but he truly didn't understand. He really thought he was doing everything right. He'd sat both his Os and his OWLs that year, the first at the local school, the second ones at home presieded by the Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress.

He knew his father had cast the glamour right, because she didn't even bother with a second glance at his face to check if she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. The questions had been easy, and given Lyall had managed to schedule them on the new moon, Remus was feeling quite well during the actual exams, so much there really would have been no other possible reason for mistakes but being underprepared, which was good given he hadn't made any errors.

His father even told him that he deserved the summer off, which hadn't happened since Lyall managed to get a waiver for his trace when he was eleven to homeschool him.

And yet, he wasn't even allowed to open the front door. Great fucking summer vacation.

The Potters were very proud of their new summer home. It wasn't exactly new, as it had been in the family for decades, but it was newly Euphemia's, as her aunt (one she didn't even like all that much) had died during the school year and left it to her.

Apparently Fleamont had bragged about it to everyone he so much as ran into at the ministry, to the point there probably wasn't one person in the wizarding word that didn't know about it.

James also loved it. It wasn't as big as Potter Manor, but very little things were. The main problem, though, was the town nearby. It was lovely, picturesque, with women chatting with the butcher while doing their shopping. However, it absolutely lacked teenagers.

James would go in town for a walk and see no one. A blonde woman stopped him twice to ask if he was lost (she had a welsh accent), and at this point, he might have been.

In Godric's Hollow at least he would see Marlene and Pete. Here it was nothing at all.

The rules changed again when Hope fell. It was nothing too bad, just a broken leg, but she couldn't exactly go to the shops like that.

Given that Lyall a)worked most of the day and b)could not distinguish a two-pence from a pound, it became Remus's job to do the shopping. He had to cast a glamour, and only stay out as much as necessary, coming back home as soon as possible.

Remus loved to see himself with the glamour casted. It couldn't do much for some of the physical attributes of being a werewolf (how tall and gangly he was, for example) but he could spend hours looking at the things it could modify, and imagine that boy at Hogwarts.

It hurt too, to see the mirror project the image of the smooth skinned, darker hazel eyed teen he would never actually be.

But for now, he could go to the shops.

It took two weeks of being at the summer home for James to finally see another teenager, but once he saw him, he really couldn't complain.

He had known he was into blokes for a while (it's hard not to when you're training with 5-6 twice a week since you're 12) but there really was something else about this one guy.

He was not dressed for summer, covered head to toe with a sweater and jeans. He walked to the butcher's, then the grocer's, then he stopped by the book seller, and bought something at each stop, and then, finally, he sat in the square James was in.

There was something slightly off about his face, in the way his feautures blended into each other, like they were giving space to something that wasn't there. And his eyes. His eyes confused him. They felt wrong, in colour, and dull.

He was one of the most handsome people James had come across, still.

It took him a while to place where he'd seen a similar effect. In fourth year, Mary had started practicing her glamours, hoping to hide any hickey she might receive, and one day she'd decided to try and change her eye colour has well.

Lily had said there were muggle things that could do that too, and they also worked a bit like the temporary eye sight spells his father used on James when going swimming. If only he could remember the name she said. Contract lent?

So maybe he shouldn't have bought a book, and he really shouldn't have sat in the square to read it, but it was his first day allowed out of the house since the june moon.

And also there was a cute guy also sitting in the square.

Remus knew he was gay. There's only so many times you can agree wholeheartedly to a Robert Redford movie marathon with your mom before you realise why you're so looking foward to them. It certainly wasn't to spend more time with Hope, given that they were both basically on house arrest in the same house.

So he knew that handsome men would have an effect on him. And he read enough to know what the effect would be: his heart would speed up, his face would be hotter, his stomach would feel like it was trying to digest itself (you can use all kinds of cutesy names for this, like butterflies, but that's how it feels).

And yet knowing is different from experiencing it, isn't it?

And the bloke was handsome. He had the built of a sportsman (but Remus didn't know enough about sports to say which) covered by deep brown skin. His face was covered in a normal and youthful amount of zits and the small circular scars they left behind, but somehow it didn't detract at all.

He was mesmerising.

Remus read as much as he could, trying to ignore the wonderful presence nearby, but eventually the boy talked and any pretence of not being completely enraptured by him was abandoned.

"Do you have eyesight problems?"

Well that was a weird ice breaker. Was Remus squinting too hard, trying to focus on the book and the book alone?

"Uh, no?"

"Oh, so what are the-" the boy raised his hand to his own glasses"- for?"

Like an idiot, Remus went to pat his head to check if he was wearing glasses. He wasn't and he knew that, but he was too confused to remember that.

"The coloured, uhm, lents"

Oh, fuck. He knew his glamous was a bit worse than his father's (okay maybe a lot worse, but he had only known the spell for a year and a half, and how to cast any spell for five) but he didn't think it'd look visibly fake. Confusing maybe, but not fake.

"Just... vanity."

The boy smiled and Remus felt himself turn into a puddle. "Well I don't think you need it. Brown eyes are lovely too." he added, pointing to himself eith a chuckle.

Remus laughed too, but he could in no way describe the other boy's eyes as just brown. They were dark and deep and sweet. Weirdly they reminded him of the wood of his wand, of how much a single object gave him hope.

"I'll think about it." He couldn't, but he said it anyway. "I should head home now, though."

The boy watched him as he took his things, and started walking, then called after him. "I'm in town 'til a week to September!"

Remus didn't have the heart to tell him that they would probably have to move once Lyall found out about this afternoon. So he just said "See you around, then."

#buck moon 2022 #moonchaser #marauders fanfiction #remus x james #james potter #remus lupin #remus lupin/james potter

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djcarnationsblog · 2 years

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...Harley and Todd having a gay moment

I'VE ACTUALLY NEVER EVEN THOUGHT OF WRITING FOR THEM BEFORE

SASSY HARLEY AND PROBLEMATIC TODD COMING YOUR WAY

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Harely was disappointed. Very much so.

After the stupid events of that Drama Club cult, he just couldn't seem to get Todd off his back. The other followed him around like a lost puppy on some kind of crack, trying to find some way, any way to get the high ground on him.

Honey, this was a highschool. Why did it matter?

Harley himself had been trying to avoid the other for a while now, upset at his loss of privacy, tired and frustrated of hearing Todd yap and yap and yap into his ear about disrupting his cult this, or betraying his cult that. He doesn't even remember the name of the cult at this point, simply dubbing it 'pain in my ass cult'.

He's had enough. He just wants some peace and quiet.

Which led him to this predicament.

Briskly walking through a semi-empty hallway at the end of school, covering his ears as Todd followed diligently, snapping away with his dramatic little accents and such. Harley was quick to open his locker, collecting all his books in record time because God damnit did he want to leave. The only solace now was his house, thanks to the fact that he drove and could at least keep Todd out of his car.

The moment he took out his precious iconic umbrella, he was moments away from using the sharp end to skewer Todd right through the throat, stupid little voice ringing in his ears.

"T'will not be the end of this, Schaeffer!" Todd proclaimed as Harley flicked his gaze between both him and his precious umbrella, a quick impulsive plan forming. "You and your traitorous ways will come to an end! Whether it be by the power of Holy Order or by our beloved Idina herself-!"

Harley opened his umbrella in that moment, not exactly thinking about it as he shoved Todd against a locker, slamming his foot right next to the startled theatre kid's head. He leaned in good and close, umbrella obstructing them from the view of the few students who were there. Not that he exactly cared, he's got too many rumors under his belt to, what's another one going to do?

"Shut your trap, honey bun." Harley hummed, a dangerous glint in his eyes as Todd gulped down a lump in his throat. Oh, so the moment he gets all close and personal is when this idiot finally clamps his big mouth.

"You scarin' little newcomers with your cult is annoying, disrespectful, and you need to get some help." He spoke in a straight tone, pressing his thumb to Todd's chin and tilting it upwards. "Stop following me, why don't you? If I'm a so called 'traitor', then you should have no problem keepin' to yourself, no?"

The silence that followed had Harley deadpanning, because of course he's gonna shut up now, and not any other time. "See this sweetcheeks?" Harley raised a brow at Todd, motioning between the two of them and their position, "Each time you yap to me at a time like this? We're gonna be right back here, right in this position. Every. Single. Time. As a matter of fact, every time I've got a chance like this, it's happening. So do me a favor, and shut your mouth, baby."

He didn't give Todd enough time to consent, pushing off the wall and closing his umbrella, before grabbing his bag from his locker, slamming it shut, and walking away.

He didn't want to deal with Todd.

But apparently, one flustered Todd wanted some beef with him.

So be it.

#DJC Drabbles #ibvs #Harley ibvs #Todd ibvs

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kelyon · 1 year

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LW Gold, sounds like your marriage wasn't a happy one. How did you and Milah end up getting married if you never were even that good friends to begin with? Did you accidentally knock her up?

Correct on the first try.

I actually met Milah in court. She broke a contract with one of my largest clients and then attempted to argue that the contract was never valid in the first place. Obviously, that wasn't true, but I admired her audacity. When the case was thrown out of court, I offered to buy her a drink, to show that there were no hard feelings. I was pleased when she accepted--though I later realized that Milah won't turn down a free drink from anyone.

Our actual relationship was brief, but pleasant enough. A few dates of drinking and screwing. She assured me she was on the pill. Three months after our last encounter, she waltzed into my office and asked me what I would pay her not to have an abortion. In the end, she decided that marrying me was the easiest way to have some security for herself and my child. (I did insist on a paternity test and she was gracious enough to oblige.) She insisted on having a wedding, and she wanted it before her pregnancy would show in pictures. I put together a hasty but exhaustive prenuptial agreement.

I think she really tried for the first few years. A baby is such a screaming ball of chaos and need, it can be easy not to think about anything else. But she started drinking again once Bae was weaned. Just socially at first. We would have date nights together, trying to rekindle a romance that had never actually been kindled. She always had her cocktails. Then she started drinking at home on nights when we didn't go out. Then she started drinking during the day when Bae was at kindergarten.

I still remember the days when my secretary had to interrupt meetings two or three times a week. Calls from the school, about how Milah hadn't come to pick him up and wasn't answering her phone. Every time, I had the same fear that she was dead. That she had driven while drunk or stumbled off a ledge or passed out and choked on her own vomit. What could be worse than having to say those words to my son?

She was never dead. She was just never there. Not physically, and certainly not emotionally.

I thought I could help her. I thought I could pay for rehab, pay for someone to take care of Bae, pay to bail her out of jail every time her drunken and disorderly conduct caught up with her. But Milah needed more than money. She needed something I couldn't buy her and she would go all over the world looking for it.

Even after she left, we were still technically married. She didn't end it until she met her "soul mate" at some music festival in Dublin. Apparently she had a thing for accents. I agreed to a divorce, provided she gave me full custody of Bae. She fought me on that point, trying to leverage her "maternal rights" against the pre-nup she signed. It was all about the money. I was happy to sign the check, if it meant she wouldn't be able to hurt Bae ever again.

#tmi tuesday #live wire

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lavender-dahlia · 2 years

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A Cure; Part One - This is Just the Beginning

Can also be viewed on ao3 here.

Pt.1|Pt.2|Pt.3|Pt.4|Pt.5

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Viktor and Jayce both sit in Jayce's disheveled workshop, having just figured out the last pieces of the needed calculations but now needing to get into Himerdinger's office to retrieve Jayce's life's work before it gets destroyed.

"How are we even supposed to get them back?" Jayce wondered allowed, only to hear a jangle of keys from where Viktor was standing. Looking up at him he saw a ring of keys being held up and a sly smirk on the other boy's face. "There's no way we can go in! You heard what they said at the trial, I'm not allowed on academy grounds anymore." He protested.

"There is no reward without risk, my friend." Viktor responded in his melodic accent. Jayce's face screwed while he debated before he gave in.

"Fine, but we're grabbing a friend of mine first, I think they can help us quite a bit."

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A light knock was heard at the sleepless doctors' door, making them startle with a jump.

"Fuck's sake.." They mumble under their breath before fixing their hair up a bit and walking over to the door, a little limp in their walk and answering the door. Their eyes widen in surprise at the face before them. "Jay!" The shout, launching themself into his chest and hugging him tight before jumping back with a scrunched face. "Wait a damn minute, you're not supposed to be on the academy grounds, the hell are you doing here?" Y/n asks concerned and a bit annoyed.

"Yes yes, nice to see you too. Look, we need your help with something." Jayce says, wringing his hands together.

"We?"

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"I don't think I've ever met two more idiotic geniuses in my life." Y/n whispers as Jayce holds a light while Viktor is opening the door.

"I couldn't agree more Dr. L/n, but I would say three." A new voice says, making the trio look up in horror.

"C-counselor Medarda, this isn't what it looks like." Jayce stutters.

"Well this isn't my room, how foolish of me." Viktor quips.

"You know, I could turn you all in right this moment." The woman says, brow raised in a challenging way.

"Look, Counselor," Y/n says with a bit of venom on their tongue. "If you really care about the future of this city, please. Please would you do us the favor of turning a blind eye just this once?" The Counselor looks over the trio, eyes lingering on Jayce for a moment too long.

"I suppose I can... But only just this once. Better not make me regret this."

"Thank you so much Counselor Medarda." Jayce says while Y/n rolls their eyes slightly. Counselor Medarda treks off leaving the trio behind to get into the office.

Once inside, Y/n scoffs and slips their uniform jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair before turning to the two boys, eyebrow raised.

"So, where do we start?"

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While working in silence for a bit, Jayce seems to decide to break it.

"So... I didn't know that you and the Counselor were on.. not so great terms." He decided on wording it. Y/n groan at the mention.

"Short and long of it, we used to date-"

"YOU WHAT-"

"Calm yourself, Jay, wouldn't want to get caught with that loud mouth of yours now would we?" The doctor warns. Jayce lowers his head. "As I thought. Anyways, as I was saying, we used to go out and.. well, to say the least, we didn't end on very good terms so no, we don't get along very well. Though it seems she has the hots for you so we were lucky enough to get in here with little trouble." This makes the man choke on his own spit.

"N-no. No no, there's no way. I think you're seeing things." He responded, but is only met with the raised brow of both his companions. "C'mon, seriously?"

"It does not matter right now, focus on the task at hand Jayce." Viktor pipes in. He nods in response before getting back to work.

"I think we've almost got it, guys." Jayce quips while turning the file. He turns it apparently too far in one direction causing it to go a bit haywire and shooting out a blast of power.

"Stabilize it!" Viktor shouts as the window across them shatters. Jayce turns the crank in another direction causing the glass to come back their way. Everyone's hand shoot to their face, but Jayce's cheek gets grazed and a large piece of glass wedges itself deep into Y/n's hand, causing them to cry out in pain and cradle their hand. They both turn to their with worry buried deep in their eyes and Viktor's hand slightly reaching out as if in motion to grab them.

"I'll be fine, just stabilize the machine!" They shout and Jayce nods firmly before messing with the machine a bit more before the whole room goes pitch black. Y/n reaches out and grabs the arm of the person closest to them, not being the biggest fan of their loss of vision. The other person tenses before placing a hand over theirs stiffly. Y/n appreciated the comfort nonetheless. A few more cranks from Jayce and then a large boom as the doors to the office shoot open. The white blinding light had temporarily taken the vision of all exposed, but when it cleared it revealed the entire room to be coated in a beautiful blue glow and the three scientists to be floating in the air, wide smiles across their faces. It had worked! This was definitely the begging of something great, they could all feel it. Then the adrenalin wore off and Y/n felt something else. They winced and cradled their hand again, though they didn't say anything. They'd rather enjoy this moment longer than have the boys worry about them, it's not like this would kill them.

#Arcane x reader #Gn reader #Viktor x reader #gender neutral reader

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halt-kun · 9 months

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Hunter x Hunter Chapter 215 - Last words

BACK to Hunter x Hunter

it's been a while, it's nice to have time to catch up before a chapter comes out but it also doesn't press me to keep up the pace

I've been quite occupied with Baldur's gate 3

Dr Lee must be a badass if Netero considers her the best in medicine. Is she a regular surgeon or a veterinarian ? Probably specialized in magical beasts too if Netero called her specifically

I'm saying "her" because from what I remember from the anime the main doctor was a lady but I may be wrong

DAMN Netero, cutting your hair like that, don't you know a nice hairdresser. Actually he also cut his beard and mustache I think

The french translation really did a : "Kokoro t-shirt - note : Kokoro means heart"

Everything went according to Keikaku

Netero is asking Colt, he already valued his opinion and considers him an ally

I love Colt

BURN

Poor Morel and Knov, they're in way over their head

even if they're probably as skilled or more skilled (considering their age and experience) than PT for example

He doesn't look like you're laughing Netero

So Netero is off to see some old friends

By that he means someone several decades younger than him

We all know he has older friends around

Cool all the annoying people that would have tried to kill them left

The oddballs are always the best characters

Koala = peak chimera ant

Is that Dr Lee ? Because she looks badass

a nice scar on her face, I want to know more

Does she uses nen ?

Sometimes Togashi bothers me because he introduces very cool background characters that we'll never hear of again

I LOVE HER

bring her back later TOGASHI

poor Colt, he is very distraught

Yep, you can't do anything, that's how things are

some things are beyond our control

Morel noticed too, he's very emotionally intelligent

She picked up the signal on her equipment ? Nice

Poor Queen, so delusional

Colt doesn't want to add to her current organs failing one after the other but it's not really a good idea to lie like that. What if she survives

Knuckle is listening intently too

The queen is really all about birthing like most insect queen who don't have any commanding role actually

but I feel bad for her

she really didn't care about anything else

Colt will have to come to the realization she didn't care (as a mother) about him or even about any other ants lower than the King

Poor Colt, it must be so hard to have someone you deeply care about, acknowledge to your face they don't care about you at all

It's weird she only cares about one of her sons

What is Morel pondering ?

About Colt ?

Meryem and Meruemu, each translations is different

french translations tend to stick to the pronunciation in hiragana when in reality the /u/ at the end of japanese words is barely hearable

In french it tends to be /ə/ in a parisian accent (the schwa, some kind of eu in french or huh in english I'd say). It's not that in belgian french or quebec french. In other french accents from France like mine I couldn't find what the central neutral vowel was (I'm not a linguist)

It's the same vowel in English apparently, you end your words with a schwa

Enough random facts

THE LIGHT THAT ILLUMINATES ALL

I wonder if it'll scorch the earth or feed the plants

If his name is actually Maryam (an arabic name) his actual name would be the equivalent of Mary

She died

poor Colt, again

I feel for him

not for the Queen though, I can't see her as just a random animal slave to her instinct

she could have been educated though and maybe choose not to eat a bunch of humans

We finally get a small explanation on why ants can talk

I love how the queens artificial organs make her look like a cyborg

AWWWW a bebe

my baby now

I wonder if the queen was going to birth more soldiers or go directly to making new royal guards

considering the fact it's small it shouldn't have a lot of power

But also, it has an umbilical cord and only the King actually grew up in the Queen's womb, the rest were separated from the Queens quite early on. I bet the eggs were expulsed when they didn't have a full body plan yet

and even less able to cry and breath

So the only explanation is : this is Meruem's twin

it didn't get much from all the humans the Queen ate

I'm tearing up

this panel of Colt is soooo good

They won't Morel

Everyone is crying

Damn you Togashi

the happy family flashbacks get me everytime

The mother is still out there searching for her kids

#hxh c215 #hxh manga #hxh liveblog

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 2 years

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Ooh ooh can you do newt or Thomas falling for Gally’s little sister? And him just being his normal grumpy self about it?? Please

When I think of Gally, I never think "brother"...but sure! Lmao. Got a little bit carried away with this one sooo, enjoy?

2k words🤙🏻

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You had a brother, and you didn't even remember. Well, until you got stung by a Griever.

Being stuck in a Maze full of girls and one boy, it didn't even occur to you to wonder if you had any family outside of the concrete walls. You only considered your fellow Icers to be your family. But being one of the few lucky (or unlucky) souls that lived through getting stung by a Griever, you remembered so much; not a lot, but you didn't care that you couldn't, you were just so thankful you could remember Gally.

After escaping the Maze, you prayed to every deity you could think of hoping that Gally survived somehow, wherever he was.

Seeing the new arrivals from Group A, seeing that it was mostly boys and one girl, you knew that had to be where Gally was. You didn't even hesitate, you ran up to the group as they entered the cafeteria, all wide-eyed and staring at you like you were a lunatic. "Is Gally with you?" Your question seemed to make everyone speechless, a few seconds having to pass before one boy spoke up.

"Wait, you know Gally?" A blonde boy with a British accent asked.

"He's my brother."

"He's dead." A voice rang out, coming from the brown haired boy that stood in front of the group.

You froze, feeling your heart beat erratically. "What?" You stuttered.

"Are you deaf? I said he's dead, and he had it coming."

"Tommy-" The blonde placed his hand on "Tommy's" shoulder, but he pushed him off.

"He killed my friend, tried to kill me, all of us. He was insane-" You couldn't let him speak any longer, you cut him off by landing a rough punch to his cheek. He stumbled backwards, obviously getting caught by surprise. You moved to hit him again, but you were quickly detained by a couple of guards who were watching the whole encounter.

"You bastard!" You screamed, not caring who was watching or who heard you; you were in such agony that you couldn't even think. Your fist ached to wipe that almost smug look off of that brunette's face, even though it was already throbbing from when you first hit him. At that point, it didn't matter. You couldn't find it in yourself to care where the guards were dragging you.

The next day, by some miracle or stroke of luck, you managed to befriend the blonde who you now learned was called Newt. He apologized for his friend's behavior, and he filled you in on everything that happened to your brother. It was a shock, a painful one, to hear what he did under the influence of Griever venom, but it didn't lessen your love for him, not one bit. Newt tried to make you understand that Thomas wasn't a bad guy, he was just in pain from his own loss and needed someone to blame. It didn't matter what he said, you still felt deep anger for the so called leader.

But as your luck would have it, you were all but forced to join Thomas' group. Learning that you were all in a W.C.K.D. compound, you didn't really have a choice in the matter. Aris seemed to trust them, and Newt was good at convincing you, so you were doomed from the start.

It was tense in the beginning, having to be in the company of the boy you attacked, a nice purple bruise formed on his cheekbone that managed to stay there for awhile. You tried to hide that fact that you smirked every time you spotted the shiner, but apparently not well enough.

It became almost comical how often you and Thomas would bicker back and forth, every day, any chance you both got. Of course, neither of you thought it was amusing, but everyone thought so, and that was even more annoying. Some days, you wished you had stayed at that W.C.K.D. facility, getting your blood drained sounded more appealing than having to converse with Thomas the blockhead every day.

You tried to fight it, your growing affection for the idiot. You found yourself...caring, about the boy. It was hard to ignore, how your chest seemed to tighten unbearably whenever you feared for his life, how you felt heat rise up beneath the skin of your cheeks whenever he said your name, even if it was in anger or annoyance. There came a point when you couldn't hide it anymore, when Thomas stopped hissing your name and started to speak it more delicately, almost fondly.

Likewise with Thomas, he started to care for you. It was a drastic change from when you two first met, absolutely hating each other to saving each other's lives from time to time. Being Gally's sister, Thomas viewed you as someone not to be trusted, even before he actually knew you. His hatred for Gally seemed to pass over to you, even though you were your own person. The punch you managed to land on him just strengthened that belief. But he couldn't refuse Newt when he talked him into taking you with them when they planned to escape. Then, he was forced to get along with you.

It didn't take long for Thomas to view you as someone different from Gally, before you were one and the same, but you had a kind of softness that he never saw in Gally. He grew self-conscious of his interactions with you after the group started joking that you both argued like an old married couple, as if they even knew what that looked like. But they were eventually proved right when Thomas started to protect you more than others, he just brushed it off by saying you were the weakest and needed to be treated as such. He totally didn't do it because he was afraid of losing you, how stupid would that be...

The betrayal of Teresa only brought the both of you closer, sharing in the pain of losing family, even if it was different circumstances. Thomas staring into your soul with those big brown eyes, you so badly wanted to kiss him, but you remembered how hatful he was to you in the beginning, how you were as well, you thought he couldn't possibly reciprocate if you were to lean in; the thought along scared you out of doing it.

As you started planning the details of recusing Minho, the unexpected happened. You were all captured by men in masks, put in the back of vans and transported to who knows where. But when the leader took off his mask, you almost fainted.

"Gally?"

Your trembling voice seemed to echo throughout the group, causing Gally to almost drop his gun. "Y/n?" He remembered you, he actually remembered you.

You went to jump into his arms, but Thomas beat you to the punch, literally. You immediately went to stop him from beating Gally to a pulp, along with Newt, convincing him to back off. "Kinda had that coming." Gally rubbed his aching jaw.

Like most family reunions, it was awkward at first. You had so much you wanted to tell Gally, and you could tell he did too, but business came first. But eventually, you did have time alone with him. You talked about what you remembered about each other, time in the Mazes, how he survived, how you ended up with Thomas' group. You were just so happy to have your brother back, even if no one else shared the same sentiment. You had actual flesh and blood in this world, it was a feeling you couldn't even begin to describe.

You instantly picked up on Thomas' wariness of your brother, the last memory of him killing someone important to him. But you tried to get across that Gally wasn't that same person in the Glade, he was different now, more grown up and mature. "Come on, Thomas, just give him a second chance. Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? You gave me one."

"That was different. You punched me, not killed one of my friends."

You sighed. "Gally was stung, Thomas. You know how that affects people."

Thomas didn't want to budge on his opinion, but he knew you were right. Your pleading eyes didn't really make him stand a chance anyway. He promised you he'd play nice, even though ever fiber of his being wanted to put another spear through the guy's chest.

For Gally, seeing you again was like a breath of fresh air, filling his lung. You were always going to be his baby sister, even if you were grown and could take care of yourself. You managed to make it through the Scorch and could outrun Cranks, he was proud of you. What worried him though was how close you seemed to be with Thomas. It's not like Gally hated Thomas like he did him, but that big brother side of him wanted to shield you away from anyone and everyone, Thomas was no exception.

It was funny at first, Gally being overprotective of you, but it soon lost its charm. Every time you were alone with Thomas, Gally always managed to show up at the worst times. It annoyed you and you could clearly see how it annoyed Thomas, but Gally always had an amused smirk on his face.

You loved your brother and you had missed him so much, but he needed to chill out. "Why must you follow me around like a lost puppy, Gal?" You whined.

"What? I can't make sure my baby sister is okay?"

"I'm not a baby anymore, Gally. I can take care of myself. I don't need you hovering over my shoulder all the time."

"It's my responsibility to make sure you stay out of trouble, especially when you're always hanging around Thomas." He mumbled that last half of that sentence.

You scoffed. "Oh come on. Really?"

"I see the way you two look at each other. Need I remind you that he left me to die?"

"Gally..." You spoke softly. "That was a long time ago, you both were different then. Truth is, I've been on my own for most of my life, I've had to learn how to take care of myself. I love that you're back in my life, I've missed you so much...but I don't need you to take care of me anymore."

Gally chuckled weakly. "My earliest memory is having to take care of you...you scraped your knee after falling down on the sidewalk and you were crying. I cleaned you up, put a Band-Aid on your cut and kissed it. I said that...I said that-"

"Your kisses were magic, that they could heal any wound."

"Then you said that magic wasn't real, stupidhead." He chuckled softly, his smile turning into a frown.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Gally. And as for Thomas...I care about it, a lot. And he cares about me. He's a good guy, you just have to give him a chance."

Gally sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. But if he even looks at you the wrong way, he'll be six feet under faster than he can say wicked."

Eventually, you could see a pleasant change in Thomas' behavior around Gally. After the war with W.C.K.D. and the rescue mission, he and Gally seemed to grow closer, just a little bit. But it was even to make you know that everything would be okay.

"So, are you and Gal best buds now?" You teased Thomas, poking his side while to two of you sat next to the campfire together.

Thomas scoffed, smacking your hand away. "Yeah, right. He wished he could be best friends with me, I'm too cool for him."

"Not." You snorted. "My brother is the coolest person I know."

"Well, am I at least in second place?"

You giggled. "Yes, of course." You placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Just a kiss on the cheek? What, is Gally around or something?" He looked around obnoxiously. "No, I don't see him anywhere."

"Oh, shut up, ya idiot." You shut him up by placing a kiss on his lips, feeling him smile as he raised his hand up to hold the back of your head.

"Hey, hey, hey, cut that out." You both groaned as Gally's voiced boomed in your ears, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from each other.

"Gally the cockblock, who would've thought?"

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apparently group B were called Icers in the graphic novels? The more you knowww

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #tmr thomas imagine #tmr thomas x reader #tmr thomas #tmr gally

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ccuunnttbbooyyss · 2 years

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"How're you going?" Came the text message, the sender labelled "Chris <3" in Tom's phone.

The pregnant movie star rolled his eyes, but understood his husband's concern- he had been away for a while filming and the Australian was probably eager to see how much he'd grown over their time apart.

He snapped a picture in a nearby mirror quickly, the disarray of the room apparent from his on-again off-again packing schedule largely inhibited by his swollen belly.

"The twins are doing alright." he texted back, rubbing a hand over his swollen womb. "How're the triplets? Your parents sick of babysitting yet?"

Tom knew Chris would get a laugh out of that. "Not in a million years." he replied.

Tom felt a kick at his abdomen, groaning as he sat back down in a comfortable hotel chair. "Good, cause I can't wait to get them out of me- had to reshoot so many scenes cause your babies kept kicking!"

"Our babies." Chris replied, Tom's expression softening. "Our babies." He confirmed. "But you're going to have to wear a rubber for the next twenty years- I'll be lucky if my abs ever come back."

There was a moment of extended silence before another message came through. "Can I call you?"

Tom didn't see a reason why not.

The brit tapped the icon and soon he was talking to his husband, the smoothness of his deep voice washing over him. "Tom." He said simply. "Are you alone?"

"'Course, why?" He replied, already smirking at what he assumed to be another one of their daily calls.

"Cause I want to hear you." Chris replied, voice husky- Tom knew the man already had his cock out, working it with his hand in a vain attempt to replicate the tight, hot, wet squeeze of the fellow actor's cunt.

Tom's fingers worked their way under his pants, finding his sensitive clit and immediately rubbing in slow, teasing circles. "But you're already talking to me." Tom said, teasingly. It elicited a low groan from the phone and Tom moved to lay on his side, turning the phone to speaker mode and resuming his ministrations.

"Tom." came the reply. "You know what I mean- I want to hear you, love.

Tom laughed slightly before indulging his lover. "I'm already fingering myself to you." He said. "Can't compare to your dick though- I'm desperate for you to fill me up."

Another groan, the soft squelch of lube through the phone, "God Tom, wished I'd flown out there myself and taken care of you properly."

Tom whimpered as he slipped two fingers inside himself, the pregnancy had dialled his hormones up to an eleven, and even hearing his Husband's voice had him close to ruining another pair of pants, squirting over his fingers.

Tom rolled onto his back, not caring much for the sake of comfort as he chased his pleasure- other hand finding his swollen chest and pinching a hard, erect nipple.

"God Chris~ I've been so full lately, the machines can't do it like you can." Tom pinched his nipple again, willing his body to remember the feeling of Chris's lips pulling sweet mild from his breast.

Chris lets out another moan, this one louder, more animalistic- the kind he makes when he's close to cumming right against Tom's cervix.

"Cum for me love, squirt all over yourself and let me hear your pretty moans." It was an order, a demand- Tom couldn't say no.

"Oh goddd~!" He moaned, making sure to shove his fingers in deeper and deeper each time- hands wet with slick juices and sweet milk- he couldn't hold out for another moment.

Tom came with a quaking, shaky moan- Chris smiling as he immediately started praising his husband, voice and accent thick with pleasure as he rode out his orgasm. Chris followed suit, nearly growling as he shot a hot, thick load over his hand and abdomen.

Both lay there, half a world away and panting heavily just from a phone call.

"You get back here in 3 days." Chris started, breathing hard. "Make it look nice for cameras and I fuck your throat until you can't speak."

Tom shuddered, eager for that time to come. "Only if you milk me first." He added, wiping a hand on the sheets beneath him and grabbing his phone.

"Deal." Came the final reply before the call ended- 'It's probably late for him,' Tom thought. He checked the clock, he didn't need to be ready for at least another hour for press.

'I have time.' Tom thought, swiping into his messages with Chris and finding a nice video of the man stroking his cock.

"You ready baby?" He asked into the camera, other hand obviously occupied filming as he worked the thick fuckpole in his fist.

"Fuck yes." Tom said, moving his hand back down to his wet pussy.

#Mpreg #mpreg story #mpreg morph #mpreg #mpreg kink #avengers mpreg

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captainmalewriter · 3 years

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Life on Autopilot Pt. 3

Opening up Life on Autopilot was quite possibly the greatest idea I’ve ever had in my life. I went from some nobody working at the dollar store to someone with a purpose. Sure, I was possessing people, but I was actually helping them! They get the off time they crave, and I found my passion for body swaps again. Everyone’s winning here!

Business has been booming lately. I think it's my customer reviews that's been getting me so many new clients. I've even had to start reserving people ahead of time with all the possessions I've been doing. Luckily for me, it's work that I love doing. That, and my clientele has been pretty understanding with only a few hiccups here and there. Yeah, I'm really lucky!

It was time for my next client, Oscar Villanueva. He's a college student in his 3rd year of undergrad. He's also a student athlete and in the honors program. Pretty respectable young man. It's November now, and with college midterm season in full gear, it didn't take me long to figure out why Oscar called me.

At first, I wasn't gonna accept his offer due to the fact that he was a student. I had my doubts if I could fulfill a college student's schedule. But then Oscar managed to convince me with two solid selling points. The first was his looks; I got to take a good look at him when we met up to discuss the details of our possession contract.

Oscar was a handsome guy, and I'd gladly possess him in any other circumstances. But his second selling point was what ultimately won me over. Apparently, word's been getting around about my secret fee of filming an OF video in my clients' bodies. Oscar heard about it, but instead of shying away from it, he decided to go all in. He offered me total bodily freedom if I accepted his commission. So long as I fulfill my end of the deal, Oscar was willing to meet my terms and then some.

I couldn't believe it. A client was actually negotiating with me. It was a surreal feeling, but one I accepted wholeheartedly. We went ahead with the deal and I possessed Oscar. It was the first time I had practically zero resistance from a body I've entered into. Oscar was really enthusiastic. Poor kid, no doubt he just wanted a break from it all.

Becoming a college student was definitely the biggest adjustment I've had to make so far. Studying OChem made being a cop or a soldier fucking child's play. It was honestly a good thing studying flashcards and drawing diagrams wasn't the only thing I had to take care of as Oscar. He was a soccer player, I made sure to keep up his physique.

Working out was a great stress reliever after hours of studying and doing homework. Even on a personal level, lifting weights let me release any negative emotions I myself was feeling. I was never big on the gym scene in my own body. Why would I? That's what my clients were for.

Like Oscar! After I got his pump in, I walked into the locker room. I was planning on just heading back to Oscar's place, but seeing his reflection in the mirror as I walked by caught my interest. I flexed my arm.

"Sheesh!! All this just for me?" I said in Oscar's heavy Mexican accent. I stuck my nose close to my armpit and took a deep sniff. The smell of sweat filled my nostrils. I could feel my hardening dick protrude from my joggers. I grabbed my growing bulge and rubbed it as I licked my bicep. I only stopped so I could take off my tank top. I saw my body was still glistening with sweat after a nice, hard workout.

I couldn't take it anymore!

I let my joggers and briefs fall to the ground and Oscar's hairy cock sprung to life. I spit onto my hand and slathered my dick with my spit. I started stroking up and down my seven inch dick. I fantasized everything I could do with Oscar's body before the two weeks were up. Maybe BDSM? Choking and handcuffs? Maybe a daisy chain with three other guys?

All the possibilities, all the mental images were getting me hornier and hornier. I thrusted my hips into my hand, and I only lasted half a minute before loads of cum shot out of me. I was in pure pleasure, gasping for breath as load after load kept coming out of me. I got so into it I didn't even realize someone was watching me the entire time. He had his dick out too, stroking himself as he watched me. We made eye contact, and I winked at him before he covered up and walked off. I saw a smirk before he left, and I had a feeling I found someone to collab with for my next OF video with Oscar's body.

God, Oscar was quickly becoming a favorite. To think I was gonna decline him as a client too! Too bad I'll have to give up the goods after his reservation is up. Or maybe... it's time to accept regular clients. The thought came to mind while I was admiring Oscar's body. Even with just his body here, Oscar was pretty convincing.

Yeah, I'm sold.

Remember Life on Autopilot for all your alone time needs!

#male possession #male body swap #body possession #male body possession #autopilotseries

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rowanaelinn · 3 years

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Slipped away - chapter one

prompt - single parent @rowaelinscourt

“It’s cold,” Fenrys complained, sitting on Rowan’s new couch.

“We are in the north, you dumbass.” Lorcan snapped. “Of course it’s colder than what you’re used to.”

“Doranelle is in the North too.”

Lorcan took a deep breath, apparently, he wasn’t feeling very patient today. “I don’t know, Fenrys, it might be because we are on a whole other continent, maybe?”

Rowan snorted at his friends, Fenrys was playing dumb just to annoy Lorcan and as always, it worked. They were enjoying their last day of rest before their first day of work tomorrow. It wasn't a new job, not really. The company they worked for had just moved from Doranelle to Orynth, and of course, Rowan and the other employees had to move too.

Rowan knew that with the opening of the new Valg Industries headquarters the next few months would not be smooth sailing, but he believed in himself. Maeve was so confident that she even promoted him. It was a new beginning for Rowan and he was happy about it, his life in Doranelle was the perfect definition of dull. Not that he hated it, he was just glad to be away from his cousins. He didn’t hate them, they were just so… meddlesome.

Rowan walked into his kitchen and opened his fridge, empty. He cursed under his breath. The few bottles of beer he had last night ran out very quickly, they didn’t even have leftovers of the pizza they ordered yesterday. Which was a problem because Rowan was starving and there was no way he would order food for the second night in a row, it had already bothered him to do so yesterday.

He checked his watch, six in the afternoon. He was pretty sure the grocery store didn’t close before seven, he had little time if he wanted to go there. He needed to be quick. “Going shopping, be gone when I come back,” Rowan told his friends as he picked his car key. He needed some time alone but he knew they would probably still be there when he came back, his friends weren’t ones to listen.

He slammed the front door behind him and got into his car. It still smelled new, the leather still a little too stiff under Rowan's body. He had gotten the car yesterday, he had decided that if he was going to change his life, he would do it all the way. Nothing in his life in Doranelle set foot in Terrasen except his friends and his job.

Rowan lived in an upscale residence in downtown Orynth. Between his family's money and the money he was making even before he was promoted, he could afford it. He didn't want to live in the apartments that the company offered to its employees, he needed some peace and quiet.

So Rowan took a house that was too big for him, in a suburb full of family, as if he wasn't almost thirty and wasn't still alone. He had never felt so out of place, but he would get used to it.

He had chosen the opposite of the life he had until then, wanting space. He had left to forget.

When he pulled into the grocery store parking lot, Rowan could have sworn he saw a familiar face. He blinked and it was gone, he shook his head. How could he recognize anyone if he had never been to Terassen? He needed to sleep.

He got out of his car and shivered slightly. Maybe Fenrys was right, it wasn't cold but it was definitely colder than Doranelle at this time of year.

He walked into the store, it was large. Everything in Terassen looked big. The houses, the buildings, the stores... Rowan could get used to it.

He took a basket from the entrance and went straight to the vegetables. The store was almost empty considering the time of day, he could hear a couple of kids laughing in the background but otherwise, everything was quiet. It felt good to be away from the world.

He selected enough vegetables for three days, preferring to shop for short periods rather than a whole week. It made less mess and allowed him to control what he ate. That's one of the things he needed, control.

"Gotcha!" He heard a woman's voice laugh rather loudly.

"Noooo!" A little girl said and Rowan heard her laugh and ran. Gods, children were loud.

A few seconds later, something hit Rowan's legs. He looked down to find a little girl. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She laughed and stood up. "Sorry," she said before running off again to lose whoever was trying to catch her, but it was too late. A tall blonde lady came running up and threw herself on top of the little girl, grabbing her under the arms and throwing her over her shoulder. The little girl screamed with laughter and tried to struggle as the adult spun around. "Stop!" the child screamed but continued to laugh.

Rowan felt like he was intruding but he couldn't stop the tip of his lips from rising slightly. The adult stopped spinning but did not let go of the child, the little one wrapped her arms around the woman's neck and hid her head. "Hey, little monster, did you apologize?" She asked, her eyes still on the little one. Rowan couldn't see her face with the hair hiding it. "Huh?" She shook the little girl slightly but she refused to look at her.

"She did," Rowan said, not wanting the little girl to get into trouble. When the woman looked at him, his heart stopped beating and his whole body froze. It was impossible.

Did the gods hate him that much? What had he done to them for them to punish him like that?

Her eyes widened and he noticed her body going still, her hold around the girl tightening. Her mouth opened and then closed.

As he had been years before, he was struck by the intensity of Aelin Galathynius’s gaze. These blue and gold eyes were mesmerizing, had always been and always will.

His only thought was that she looked older, but since he had last seen her when she was nineteen it wasn’t surprising. She looked like a woman now, and womanhood suited her. She was wearing a white shirt and black skirt, a simple outfit for a working woman, and yet Rowan couldn’t help but stare longer than necessary at her body. If she had been beautiful seven years ago, she was magnificent now.

He wanted to punch himself in the face, so much work to forget about everything that happened, so much work to ignore the guilt and pain just to be ruined by a meeting in a grocery store.

“Rowan,” she breathed.

“Hi, Aelin.”

The little girl looked at him and he noticed everything she had in common with Aelin. Her eyes first, and the same nose and lips. They looked so similar.

Suddenly he was struck by the truth standing in front of him. While it had taken everything in him to try to forget about her, Aelin had moved on. And she had a daughter. Aelin had a life and if the laugh she let out a minute before was any indication, she was happy.

“What are you doing here?” He blurted.

A snort. “What am I doing in a grocery store?”

“In Orynth.”

“This is my hometown.” She said, her voice so tight he couldn’t guess what she might be feeling. It had always been so damn hard to read her. Orynth was her hometown? How come he never knew that? He knew she was from Terassen, her accent betraying her, but didn’t know exactly where. He knew so much about her but at the same time so little. That little truth hurt. “What are you doing here?”

“I moved. For work.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Fuck, that was awkward. “How old is your daughter?” He asked, nodding toward the small girl playing with Aelin’s hair. Aelin looked at her and her expression softened a little.

“Oh, no. She isn’t my…” She took a deep breath. “She’s Aedion and Lysandra’s daughter. I’m just babysitting for the night.” Right, Aedion. That’s why the small girl looks so much like Aelin. “Remember Aedion?”

Of course, he did, last time he saw the man Rowan got his nose broken and a black eye. He wouldn’t forget his old friend so soon. But Rowan didn’t care about that, right now he only cared that Aelin, in fact, didn’t have a daughter. It was easier to breathe suddenly. “Yeah.”

“But she’s four,” Aelin said and he knew it was only so she had something to say. Talking was awkward but the silence was worse.

Before he could say anything else, someone interrupted them by hitting Aelin’s legs, hugging them. This girl was blonde, Ashryver blonde. Gods, how many children did Lysandra and Aedion have?

The youngest paused on the ground and did not waste time before leaving from where she came. Aelin seemed to forget Rowan's entire existence as she knelt down to face the child, though she looked even tenser than a few minutes before.

"Hey, pumpkin, what's going on?" She asked softly, delicately taking the girl's grip to force her to look at her. "Tell me."

"Asper pulled my hair!" The girl cried and Aelin smiled.

"Did you try to tickle his neck?" She asked, making Rowan choke. Aelin didn’t spare him a glance. He wanted to ask her why she wasn’t punishing this Asper for pulling hair but he guessed Aelin would beat him up if he questioned how Aedion chose to raise his children. “You know how sensitive he is.” She smiled at the child. The girl sniffed heavily and Aelin used her sleeve to dry her tears. "Go back over there, I'll be there in two minutes." The child nodded briskly and before she left, she turned her head to Rowan.

His blood ran cold as green eyes fixed on him.

She looked like Aelin on the little one before, of course, but not only that. Did she... No. Lysandra had green eyes too. Rowan could have sworn that Lysandra's eyes were much lighter, but he hadn't seen her in seven years. He was wrong. He had to be wrong.

"Hi!" She said with a big smile. She was missing a tooth in the front, but that didn't take away from her charm.

Rowan swallowed, "Um, Hi." He managed to smile but he couldn't help that she looked too little like Lysandra.

“Are you a grandpa?” The girl asked and Rowan choked. “Only grandpa has grey hair.” She smiled and looked proud of herself. Silver, his damn hair is silver, not grey.

"Go ahead, Helia," Aelin said before Rowan could answer, her voice firm. She pushed the little one toward the alley away from Rowan. Aelin stood up when the little one was gone and his eyes shot to hers.

"It was nice to see you again," she said but he knew she was thinking the exact opposite. Rowan's heart was beating so loudly that Rowan could hear it pounding in his ears.

"Aelin," He called to her, stopping her in her tracks. " Just how... How old is she?"

"Bye, Rowan." Her voice left no room for questions, but he didn't care. He didn't care about what happened in college and now wasn't the time to start.

"Answer me." Not a question and she knew it. He could swear he saw the gold ring in her eyes flutter, a sign he had learned to recognize as anger. Well, let her be angry, he deserved answers.

"Ace, is everything okay?" A man with nearly black hair and sapphire blue eyes asked him. A boy a little taller than Helia was sitting on the man's shoulders and when Rowan saw his green eyes...

He had to be wrong.

"Aelin?" The man asked again as Aelin hadn't looked at him yet, her gaze still on Rowan.

"Yes." She replied with her voice cold. "My friend was just leaving, right?"

The way she said the word "friend" was anything but friendly. Fuck, he wanted to yell at her, he wanted to demand answers now, but he didn't. The two little girls were behind Aelin and the man, watching what was going on.

"Answer my question first."

"Get out." She gritted through her teeth.

"Why do you have your angry voice, Mommy?" The little boy asked and suddenly Aelin's eyes softened and she looked at the boy. She grabbed him by the underarms and took him in her arms.

Mommy.

Her son.

Clearly not the son of the man next to Aelin. He looked about six, maybe even seven.

No. That was impossible. It was only one night. One night he had spent the last seven years regretting...

“Mommy’s not angry.” She smiled as she caressed her son’s hair. Their… No, her son. For all Rowan knew, Aelin only had a thing for men with green eyes. It meant nothing. “But she’s busy right now, go back to the car with uncle Dorian, okay? Then we’ll eat pizza, that’s your favorite, right?” The three kids cheered and Aelin gave her son to the man, Dorian.

“You okay?” He asked, touching Aelin’s shoulder. Rowan didn’t know why but he wanted to slap the man.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in two minutes.” She reassured him and he nodded, letting Aelin’s son on his shoulder as he held the two girls by their hands and walked back to the parking lot. Rowan wanted to stop him, wanted to ask that boy and girl how old they were but they were just kids. He couldn’t scare them. This was between Rowan and Aelin.

“I deserve the truth.”

“You don’t deserve shit. Not after what you did.”

“It was between me and you, not between me and-” He was cut off by her.

“There is nothing between you and them. Do you understand me? Nothing.” Them. So the girl…

He couldn’t take it. She had made it clear already, deep inside he knew the answer to his question but he needed to hear her say it. “Are they mine?” He finally asked and if looks could kill, Rowan would be buried already.

“They are mine.��

Why did she have to be so fucking complicated? He clenched his fists, trying to keep his anger inside him but it was so damn hard. “Am I their father?”

Both of them were breathing heavily and Rowan was glad for the empty store now, not wanting to cause a scene. “No.” Her voice was lethal and Rowan’s mind froze. He didn’t know if it was a good thing or not. But they looked so much like him… “If your question is whether or not you knocked me up, the answer is yes. But you are not a father. Never been and never will be to them.”

They were his. Rowan’s entire world stopped and he wasn’t sure how he kept standing. He was a father, no matter what Aelin said.

“How could you hide this from me? How could you take them away from me?” He was screaming now. He didn’t care about causing a scene anymore, he didn’t care about anything but the two kids in a car outside. “They are my kids!”

“You don’t even know their fucking name!” She was screaming too, cheeks red. Fuck, why did she always had to be the most attractive when she was angry? He hated her so fucking much. “I am the one who’s been raising them alone for almost seven fucking years!” She didn’t look alone, not with that Dorian by her side.

Suddenly, he knew Aedion didn’t punch him for what he and Aelin shared the last night he saw her. He had punched him for getting his cousin pregnant. He knew Aelin hadn’t been honest about what happened between them after the sex or he would have been dead by now, so now he was sure it was because of the kids. He had deserved it, deserved more than the five punches Aedion managed to give Rowan before Fenrys and Lorcan separated them.

“I will die before I let you treat my children like you treated me. Get out of Terassen, nobody wants you here.”

She left storming out of the store without her groceries and Rowan was frozen. He knew he should go back after her and apologize, he should beg her for a chance to know his kids but he couldn’t move.

He had children, twins. And Aelin had been raising them alone because of him, because of what happened.

He was so fucking screwed.

He didn’t care about what Aelin told him, he wouldn’t go anywhere. It was too late to save what could have happened between him and Aelin, it had been too late since the night she left his apartment in tears. But it wasn’t too late for his children and he would fight for them.

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