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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Plant Daddy Dome

Round 3 of I-Should've-Just-Binged-This-When-It-Was-Finished!

Find Round 1 and Round 2 here.

Many people have pointed out that the same flower Khatha first sees Dome with is the same flower that Dome gives Anthika. This flower, Lily of the valley, represents rebirth and happiness. The lotus on Anthika's card and tattoo also represents rebirth.

However, Lily of the valley is a very biblical flower. The flower symbolizes the tears Eve cried when she was banished from Eden, the flower is used for gauging someone's pureness at heaven's gate, and it's poisonous.

Adam & Eve

In the bible, Adam and Eve aren't separated. They are banished from Eden, but Midnight Museum offering up the tale with the now-humans being separated seems intentional. Throughout this opening sequence, Dome narrates how God won't help those who don't help themselves and how God gives us what we need in unexpected ways.

Because I'm my own worst enemy, Khatha seeing Dome with the Lily of valley as Dome exits the flower shop would be similar to Adam watching a crying Eve leave the garden of Eden. Dome returns to Eden the shop only to encounter the serpent Anthika who he gives the flowers that represent rebirth and pureness. Ton and Anne should be Adam and Eve, but...Khatha is immortal. We don't know how long he has been immortal. If he was lonely, a gift from a God could have come in a small boat. However, these two could have done something to upset God, and they were separated.

Cursed Objects

June told Khatha they are similar. She didn't state how, but June's grief over her betrayal of her lover drowned her and made her a ghost. June's cursed object was the wedding dress. When Dome entered Zone 16, the dress was the first item to go missing (the mannequin is no longer wearing the dress).

The typewriter was the next to start acting out

When Jib and his crew rob the museum, all the remaining cursed items were taken

June commented that the moths were the only objects that were alive, and Anthika told Ton he didn't deserve life.

However, June, who is attached to the dress, is alive. The writer who couldn't finish his story was attached to the typewriter. Ton had a heartbeat and so did Anne.

These objects aren't objects. They are people who have been cursed...through their own doing. That's the curse. God won't help them until they help themselves. June said immortality is a curse, and her and Khatha are the same. Khatha said he wasn't cursed, but at the end of episode six, who doesn't have a heartbeat? Dome.

What if Adam and Eve were banished from the garden and separated, not just in space but time. Both cursed, but one can never die, and the other never really alive.

And what if they have what they need to not be cursed since God delivers salvation in unexpected ways?

Stray Thoughts

Khatha offered Ton controlled freedom. He told Ton that he had to go back to the museum but he didn't have to stay contained in Zone 16. June is currently living this situation, but why is Triphop there? In the pilot, Triphop exhibited some supernatural powers and the shadow people lurked around him.

Is he also cursed and that is why his grandfather brought him to the museum?

The kids in the fifth episode (salt) transported to Anthika's place, where we saw the salt lady and the piano teacher merge into Anthika. The kid in the fourth episode (evil round stone) ran to her place, and the other kid had the same tattoo as her. The kid stated they needed to tell the museum owner about the stone. The incident that happened in episode four was briefly mentioned in episode five.

Tay's character told Anthika he had tested Dome several times. Jib wasn't the one to pick up the museum's card in the alley; it was a gloved hand. The antique shop owner stated he wasn't purchasing the stolen goods, but a MAN had left the lotus card in case anyone wanted to sale some odd items. Dome saw an evil presence in the mirror.

Tay's character made sure Jib got the card to rob the museum. He made sure that the cursed items would find their way out into the world (with no intention of getting them himself except for the bbq body), so they would test Dome. Also, we know Anthika, and possibly by extension Tay's character, can change appearances, so have they impersonated other characters?

The issue with the tests are the human aspect of them. Anthika only saw Ton as an object. The salt lady and the piano teacher (who were possibly Anthika) only saw the daughter and stepmother as pawns in their game. Anthika is collecting worshipers and sacrifices not people. Anthika wants servants.

Khatha worried about what would happen to the boy with the stone when Bam said he would go to jail for murder. It seemed as if Dome resurrected Rin to give Moth what he wanted. Dome and Khatha helped the writer finish his story. Khatha saw Ton's humanity.

Anthika's followers were in maid outfits and asking people if they were happy or felt like they belonged. The stories so far have dealt with loss of love, finding happiness, and a sense of belonging, but Anthika is offering an escape from all of that.

I don't think Dome is an alien, but if he is, is he showing that humanity is worth the hassle?

And the way to beat this new god is leaning into the human parts of themselves. They must love each other and work as a group. They must find happiness.

Because to beat a god, Dome and Khatha have to be human. Will Khatha have to give up his immortality (a rib) to make Dome human since God helps us differently than what we expect?

#Midnight Museum #I'm losing it!#The connected dots are unraveling #Khatha is going to sacrifice something for Dome #Ain't no other way #I should've binged this #I'm going to go insane

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Ecstasy [06]

ー The scene starts in the entrance hall at Banmaden

Kino: Hmー ... Now that you mention it, there was once a time...

Where a Founder wandered into Rotigenberg...

Yuuri: Exactly. If I recall correctly...It was a man named Ferzen, correct?

Kino: Yeah, yeah. The two of us grew rather close after I decided on a whim that I would take care of him...

But even after he recovered from his illness, there still seemed to be something weighing heaving on his mind, no?

Yuuri: Exactly.

Kino: In the end, he committed suicide...

But to this day, I have no clue what exactly he had regrets about.

Yuuri: I suppose it is not that surprising he would be plagued by worries...after being locked up inside this place for ages.

Kino: I guess you’re rightーー...

ー The scene shifts to Shin’s room

Shin: ...

Yui: Shin-kun, I made you some tea.

Shin: ...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Hey, Shin-kun!

Shin: Eh? ...Right, thanks.

Yui: ( His mind seems elsewhere... )

Shin: Don’t look so worried, Yui.

Say...Will you hear me out for a sec?

This might take a while though.

Selection

→ Thanks (❦)

Yui: Thank you, Shin-kun.

Shin: ...Eh?

Yui: It isn’t something...You can easily share with others, is it?

Yet you’re trying your best to open up to me...So thanks.

Shin: Yui...

ー He embraces her

Shin: When you say that...It makes it a little easier on me.

You might be shocked by what I’m about to tell you as well.

Perhaps you’ll even no longer love mーー

Yui: There’s no way!

Shin: ...

Yui: That’s the one thing which won’t happen. I will love you, no matter what.

Shin: ...Thanks.

ー He steps back again

→ You don’t need to force yourself to tell me

Yui: ...You don’t need to tell me yet if you don’t want to, you know?

Of course, I do want to know what’s plaguing your mind.

But I don’t want you to force yourself to speak to the point of hurting yourself...

Shin: ...Thanks. But as difficult as it is for me to open up about this, there’s also a part of me which wants to talk about it.

Thinking that perhaps by doing so...I’ll be freed from this agony.

Yui: Shin-kun...

Shin: My Mother, you seeーー

Monologue

I was unable to say anything in response,

to what Shin-kun told me.

Shin-kun’s Mother, Krone-san,

had fallen in love,

with a Prince from the Wolf Clan.

The one who arranged their relationship,

was Carla-san and Shin-kun’s Uncle,

named ‘Ferzen’.

And most importantlyーー

the possible reality that Shin-kun could just be,

a child born from Krone-san and the Wolf Prince,

pierced me right through the heart.

For Shin-kun,

who held so much pride into his identity as a Founder,

to be not a Founder at all.

Or for him to turn out to not be related to Carla-san,

the older brother whom he respects so very muchーー

I simply could not believe it.

However, Shin-kun looked so terribly pained,

as he told the story to me...

which made realize even more,

that this must in fact be the truth.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Hahaha...I have nothing left...No, that’s wrong. I never had anyting to begin with, did I?”

“I wonder how Nii-san will feel about me? I’m sure he will hate me. I doubt he’ll ever be able to forgive me.”

Shin: ーー Nii-san shouldn’t have to apologize on my behalf.

I’m not someone who deserves that...!

I mean, I...! I’m not a Founder...

I’m not a First Blood like Nii-san is.

I’m not part of the most respectable species in this World...!

Yui: Shin...kun...

Shin: Then what have I been up till now...?

Who have I been...Hey...Tell me...

Yui: ...Uu.

Shin: Who am I...!!? What do those days I lived as a First Blood...mean...?

Yui: ( I shouldn’t cry. I’m not the one who wants to cry the most right now... )

Shin-kun, you’reーー

( You are still you. That’s what I want to say but...The words won’t come out. )

( I wonder what I can do to be there for him now? )

Monologue

The truth revealed to me by Shin-kun,

was just far too shocking to me.

ーー Shin-kun,

is not actually a First Blood.

That he is a Founder,

and Carla-san’s one and only younger brother (弟),

was something he always felt incredibly proud (誇り) about.

Yetーー

All I could do was stand there frozen,

with my arms wrapped around,

Shin-kun’s shaking back.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lover #dialovers #shin tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leshinecstasy6

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i-write-hurt-not-comfort · 2 years

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Who do you think of the boys 'deserves' yui the most or fits with yui best?

thank you anon! now this is an interesting question because who deserves yui the most and who fits with yui the best are different things. and i have two different answers which i’ll explain below. under the tag will be general spoilers for all the games.

who deserves yui the most?

azusa. definitely azusa. of all the guys, i’d say he’s the only one who has never had any malicious intent. all the other characters have, at one point or another, believed they were better than yui and/or wanted to see her suffer simply for her to suffer. because they wanted to watch her in pain for their enjoyment.

now, azusa was never really like this. sure, he’s kinda creepy at first. and he does hurt yui, that’s true, but his reasoning is because he likes pain and he enjoys it, and he wants to make yui feel GOOD, so he hurts her. he’s unable to relate to her not wanting pain due to his childhood trauma. and obviously that’s not an excuse for hurting her, but i think it’s better than the others because his intentions WERE good. none of the other guys hurt or humiliated her because they wanted her to feel good. they did it to hurt her.

azusa also never really insulted or demeaned yui. most of the other guys, some more than others, very intentionally put yui down just to make themselves feel better (again, childhood trauma caused this, but they still did it). i feel like azusa is the only character who ever saw himself as equal to yui.

as the games progress, azusa obviously has his downfalls and he continues hurting others (lost eden, especially) but he always apologises. azusa is generally very good at recognising when his actions have hurt others and this is one of the reasons i think azusa stands out from the others. he always tries to make things right when he messes up and when he does, he shows very obvious remorse (crying, for example, which he does a lot) which again, the others don’t really do.

so yeah, i think azusa deserves yui the most. is he my FAVOURITE ship dynamic with yui? no.

who fits with yui the best?

ayato. i know. ayato? he’s an asshole. unlike azusa, he’s very obviously hurt yui for his own enjoyment, put her down and humiliated her, and in general was not good to her for the whole of HDB, most of MB and he falls back into those bad patterns in LE again.

but there’s just... something about their dynamic which i love. ayato spent his entire childhood being put down, called worthless, never thinking he was good enough. and he grows up as a narcissist because of it, deep down he’s vulnerable as shit.

and i think the one thing ayato needed in his life was someone the opposite of that. someone who saw good in him even when he was a piece of shit. someone who stuck by his side, was always there for him no matter what, and repeatedly told him he’s not bad. the moment for me where i really realised ayato and yui were meant to be was in ayato’s lost eden when yui finds ayato in the rain after reiji was mean to him. and she hugs him, tells him he’s a worthy king. and you know what? he cries. my man deadass cries.

there’s other scenes too. like, ayato’s chaos lineage is great. when he apologises to her for how he acted when he didn’t have his memories. and for someone who comes across as quite emotionally immature, ayato is fucking good at heart-felt apologies.

and then when he tells her he can do anything as long as he’s with her? gah. i was sobbing.

and in MB after story, he goes to university for her! ayato would do anything for yui. and i mean, all of them would, but i just feel like ayato and yui are meant for each other. he’s goofy, he’s a dork, he’s stupid, he just wants attention, and yui will give him that. he needed someone with such a good heart to soothe his broken heart.

honestly the development ayato makes from more blood, through dark fate, then to lost eden is my favourite development. and how yui brings him closer to his brothers too. aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. she always looks so happy around him too and the fact they can make each other smile like that...

i just love ayayui. they’re perfect.

#diabolik lovers #ayayui #ayato sakamaki #azusa mukami

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catfishofoldin99colours · 2 months

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sending guitarspear right back at you lol

I'm love them..... Adam sucks so much and lute is such an asshole and they deserve each other <3

Ok but like seriously I'm like. Adam has lost both his wives, very likely through his own fault as well as Lucifer's interference (no one is perfect or fully to blame in this particular situation, they're all at fault), and while he sucks so much and was handed these things along with being the first man and is generally The Worst .... Losing people who for all intents and purposes were supposed to be with you and love you, that hurts. It hurts a lot.

I don't condone Adams actions or behaviour, but I can understand how losing Lilith and eve, both indirectly to lucifer, would hurt, after he was given the promise of being the First Man and the creator of humanity and all that promise likely entailed.

Honestly, when I think about Adam and what's going on in his squishy little dickface head, it leads me into the same roads thinking about this show always does - is it a person's fault for believing what they're told about themselves? Are the actions they do as a result of this belief that hurt people fully to blame on them?

Heaven and hell do not exist in a vacuum in the original texts. God is not blameless, in my humble opinion, for the events that transpire and lead to the bible we know today. And I don't know how much hazbin intends to fuck around with the original text (Adam can't enter heaven in the Bible cos he committed the original sin and they've already fucked with that) but it's interesting to consider the larger implications of what they have already used and what might come later.

Adam sucks and he believes he is owed a woman's love and subservience. We know he demanded Lilith's subservience from the beginning (but who's telling that story? What are they skewed by? Is Charlie's account of the original story of Eden to be trusted? She is Lilith's daughter, and has only known hell as her home, can we trust what we says the whole time?)

But who told Adam that he was owed that? Was he made with that idea in his mind? Was he told Lilith, and subsequently Eve, would be his? Was he led to believe he could demand these things with no consequences to anyone else's wellbeing?

And if so... Is it his fault if he believes that?

These are the kinds of things I think about with these stories. I honestly don't think the show is intelligent enough or well written enough to properly go into them in a way I would find satisfying, but I do like the implications of some of the writing and what I can think about beyond that.

Anyway, back to Adam and lute.

Adams whole deal is that he's lost women who were supposed to be his, and that hurts as much as he is a dickhead about it. It makes me think that deep down he's lost the ability to trust that anyone will stay and, y'know, actually like him as a person. Yes, he sucks so fucking much, but when you're faced with the prospect of being a shitty person and having no one like you at all, or being a shitty person in control of lots of nice things, who wouldn't pick the second option? He's a human through and through to me, full of petty jealousy and righteous anger and generally a stupid mean dickhead who enjoys being nasty for fun.

Enter lute, who stands next to him with everything. Lute, who is his second in command, who not only tolerates his crass humour and vulgar language but seems to engage with it in her own way. Lute who is wholeheartedly on board with the violent eradication of the sinners, to the point that she absolutely believes people need to die if they can't live to a standard set by someone else (again, who sets this standard and why?)

Lute, who is every bit as awful and horrible as Adam is, and matches him in a way seemingly Lilith or Eve didnt.

Lute, who stayed.

They're not good people and frankly I don't want them to be - to me they're a product of being created to serve a purpose that you really don't have all the answers for and have no say in; Adam to populate humanity, Lute to destroy what heaven deems destroyable and wrong.

Who sets the terms of their existence? Do they have an agenda to fulfill? Some goal they want to reach? How do Adam and Lute, and by extension the exorcists and heaven and hell, play into this? What is the purpose of punishing people, and creating people to punish those, and who creates the rules that mean these punishments happen? By extension, who creates the rules that rewarding people like Adam and Lute happen? Why? And is it their fault if they are wholeheartedly led to believe that they are deserving of the status they have when they very clearly do not have the full picture of the situation at large?

They're so interesting to me and I love them so much.

Also I'm just a sucker for hardass terrible female characters who do not so right things and the sleazebag men they want to jump so. There.

#catfish speaks #this got long but im on mobile so i cant see How long #sorry not sorry you get my thoughts abour religion with all of this #genuinely this show is so interesting to me to think about #anyway. wahoo #theres not quite as much analysis of adam and lute that i wanted to talk about #but ill save thay for fanfiction character studies i think #this is like th meta video essay On the text #the exegesis if you will #the text is the fucked up fanfics ive been writing in my own time #theyre sooooooo. i love them

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xxblackballoonxx · 2 years

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Electric: Chapter 21

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

Welcome to the second part of Electric! Make sure you catch up on Part 1 (Chapters 1 - 20) at the masterlist link below. Let's get back to John and Gemma.

Chapter 20 Electric Masterlist

Electric

Chapter 21: Atlantic

Three weeks after returning to Birmingham from London, Gemma sat in her flat on a rainy day, with Julia sitting on the floor next to her. They were preparing for Gemma's trip to New York, confirming travel details and documents that may be needed.

"You still haven't told John exactly who you'll be seeing in New York, have you?" Julia asked, looking over at Gemma.

Gemma bit her lip and shook her head. There really wasn't a reason to not tell John. It was more that she didn't want to face the idea of John being in Small Heath while she was on the other side of the Atlantic, dealing with a part of her own past.

"I will. Tonight." Gemma finally said with a sigh.

"You know he'll be alright with it if you are, yeah? But are you also sure you want to do this? See Nick again?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. He was a huge part of my life, a huge part of my career really. The band is finally getting the chance they've always deserved, and I know them better than anyone. I don't want personal history to get in the way of me supporting talent that I believe in."

Julia nodded and watched as Gemma's eyes faded out to another place. She'd heard the stories about Nick Stanton. Incredibly talented, so close to have hitting it big in the late 2000s. Still making albums and playing locally. Never Sleep Records had finally caught on after years and years of Gemma pitching the band to everyone she knew.

"Tell John tonight. It'll be a lot easier for you to go if he knows the full truth and you have his full support. If there's one thing about that man I know for sure, he loves you." Julia said with a smile.

Gemma nodded with a grin, thinking back to the week before when they had invited Julia and a few of John and Finn's friends over for dinner. Julia and Isiah had hit it off, despite Julia protesting that she was too old for him (to which Isiah had made her swoon with a compliment). Julia had hung out with John and Gemma together several times by that point, but she could tell something had changed between them after the Eden opening. They were more settled into each other.

"Now, practice with me how you're going to tell your loving, hotter than fuck boyfriend that you're going on a work trip and will be seeing your former ... boyfriend? Love interest? Complication? Who is far less loving and far less hot." Julia stated.

Gemma rolled her eyes and laughed at the comparison of John and Nick. And Julia was right. They were night and day in every single respect.

Later that night after supper, Gemma sat next to John on the sofa in the Shelby living room, the TV on low as they enjoyed the peace. Finn had gone out with Carolyn, and Gemma fidgeted, linking and unlinking her fingers as she thought of what to say. And how to say it.

"What's going on Gem?" John asked casually, taking one of her hands in his.

He'd noticed that she'd been more and more nervous as the week went on and had initially chalked it up to her work trip. But then he realized she'd told him very few details about said work trip, and he began to suspect there was something more to the story.

"So, you know how I'm going to New York. Well, the thing is ... the band that I'm going to represent ... is Nick's band." Gemma mumbled, looking down as she picked at the sleeve of John's shirt.

He took a moment to breathe and process. Gemma had told him about Nick early on, but never really gave much detail. He'd put together bits and pieces and came to the conclusion that Gemma had been in love with Nick for a long time and it was a messy relationship. Nick also seemed to be a large reason why she took the job at Church Street Records.

"You haven't really told me much about him, but I've heard enough to know that he was a really important person in your life for a long time. Are you nervous? Scared?" John asked softly, pulling Gemma into his lap.

"Both, I guess. But more nervous and scared that it's going to be a problem for you." Gemma whispered.

"Gems, hey, look at me." John replied, gently tilting her face up. The look in her eyes saddened him.

"I love you. I am with you. That's not changing, love, I promise. I trust you and I know that you've decided to take this on for good reason." John continued.

Gemma nodded and leaned her head against John's shoulder. Julia could not have been more correct. Everything about John was different from Nick.

"I know ...and I know I haven't talked about him much. It's been strange to me, to think about talking about him when all I want to do is focus on you and me."

"Would you feel better if you told me a little bit about him?"

Gemma thought for a minute and then nodded. She sat up straight, the feeling of John's arm around her waist comforting and safe. She knew she'd have to talk about it eventually.

"Nick and I met years ago at a show one night, years ago now. I was 17, he was 20. He was playing with another band I knew. Something happened when our eyes met, kind of like how it felt when I met you. Like something big was happening in my life and I could feel everything changing. I did everything I could for him. Promo, working his shows, selling merch, sitting in on recording sessions. I was his personal cheerleader in a lot of ways. It's always been a very ... complex relationship."

John nodded his head and watched as Gemma went back to picking at the cuff of his sleeve. Her fingers brushed over his and he took the opportunity to link his fingers through hers, catching the small smile on her face as he did so.

"I know there's more." He said quietly.

"I've always loved him. Hated and loved him, most times. He was … is so frustrating. I used my work with him as the basis of my resume, the experience got me my first paying jobs in the industry. And I know I don't owe him anything for that. But it became complicated ... when we were together, at a show or in a studio, it was perfection. Everything about us was in sync. But outside of that, it was messy. He's dated more girls than I can count, always coming back to me in between them. But never committing. Never putting anything on the line for me. And it got to a point where I couldn't do it anymore. So I stopped working with him altogether over a year ago. Hadn't heard from him since. Funny, how they get a record deal offer now."

Gemma looked up at John, his eyes cloudy with the thoughts of someone treating her in that way.

"Are you sure you want to do this? See him again? I trust you completely, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"He asked for me, personally, according to Julia. So did the rest of the band. It's something I worked at for years, trying to get them signed, for them have a bigger platform to put out the music I still really believe in. I want to do that part of it. Interacting with him outside of the business aspect ... I don't know yet."

"You do what you feel is best for you, yeah? If you want to meet with him, to maybe put some things to rest, I think you should do that. If you don't want to, it’s ok to just let it stay in the past."

Gemma wrapped her arms around John's shoulders, pressing her body against his. She sighed with relief as John returned the hug, holding her firmly to him.

“I’ve got you, love. I'm not going anywhere." John said, his voice low and comforting in her ear.

"Thank you, J." Gemma whispered back.

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John cooked her breakfast at her flat the morning of her flight, attempting to settle her nerves before he drove her to the airport. She stood in the kitchen doorway, watching the muscles in his back move as he flipped a pancake, his bare skin both tempting and comforting to her.

"One order of American pancakes for my favorite American girl." John said with a cheeky smile, turning to hand her a plate piled with pancakes and bacon.

"I sincerely hope my favorite Brummie boy is going to help me, cause there is no way I can eat all of this." Gemma replied with a laugh.

John picked up two forks and followed Gemma into the lounge, both of them sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. He let her take the first bite of pancakes, her eyes lighting up.

"These are really good, J. Best batch yet."

"I've been practicing on Finn, but I think he's had his fill."

John watched Gemma laugh again and put his hand on her bare thigh, taking in the feel of her warm skin under his hand. She continued eating but gave him a naughty look, her eyes focusing on his bare chest while she took another bite.

"We should plan a trip to New York sometime, I'd love to take you there." Gemma said.

"Tell me when and where and I'm there, darlin'." John replied.

Gemma nodded and thought to herself about how easy it was, to mention a trip to John and know that he would be interested. That she knew he would go anywhere she asked him to.

An hour later, John sat on the bed as Gemma paced back and forth across the room, packing last minute items that she needed. A familiar item of clothing was in her hand and he couldn't help but tease her.

"Is that my hoodie that you're putting on right now?" John joked.

"It absolutely is, and it is absolutely coming with me." Gemma replied, looking over at him.

John reached out and pulled her between his legs, his hands running up underneath the tank top she had on below the hoodie. He felt her shiver as he touched just below her bra, and he grinned deviously.

"Not fair for you to do this to me right before I leave.” Gemma mumbled into his shoulder.

"Can't help myself. I won't be able to touch you for several days."

John watched with satisfaction as Gemma looked down at him, her desire for him so easy to read. She put a hand against his face, eyes locking for a moment before she kissed his cheek and then put her lips just below his ear.

"I'm all about reunion sex." She whispered against his neck.

John burst out laughing and she smiled, sinking into him further. Her fingers ran across the chain he wore, closing her eyes as she memorized the sound of his laugh. The smell of his cologne drifting over her. The feel of the chain against his skin.

A few hours later, John stood with Gemma in the departures entrance at the Birmingham Airport. He had the handle of her suitcase in his right hand and rubbed her back gently with his left, watching patiently as she pulled out her passport. He was determined to remain calm, even though the thought of Gemma flying across the Atlantic was enough to send him into a panic spiral. She will be fine, he thought to himself.

“Have everything?” John asked quietly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hope so. Everything but you.” Gemma replied, looking up at John, her eyes flickering with worry.

“It’s going to be fine, Gems. Promise ya. Let me know when you get on the plane and when you land, ok?”

“Of course. I love you, John.”

“I love you, too.”

John leaned down and kissed Gemma quickly before hugging her one more time. He pulled back and reached up to his neck, unclasping the chain he always wore. Gemma watched as he pulled it out from his shirt and draped it around her neck, moving her hair gently to the side. She put her fingers up to the chain and then touched John’s cheek as he looked down at her.

“So you know that I’m always with you, love.” John whispered.

Gemma smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle, her head resting against his chest as he slowly rocked her back and forth for a few minutes. Finally, she sighed and stepped back, taking the handle of her suitcase from him.

“Check the front pocket of your carry on, but only when you get on the plane. Left you a surprise. I’ll see you soon, Gemma.” John said with a smile.

“I’ll see you soon, J.” Gemma replied. They’d agreed to not ever say goodbye.

John watched and waited until Gemma was to the front of the security line, he could just barely see her over the crowds of travelers. He took a deep breath and turned to go back to the parking lot, where he would sit until he knew Gemma was on the plane. And then it was off to The Garrison, to occupy himself until she safely landed in New York.

Gemma had kept her word and didn’t look in the front pocket of her carry on until she got on the plane. She unzipped the pocket and found a bag of her favorite British snacks with a note from John.

In case you need a reminder of Birmingham. Or get hangry. Maybe both? I love you. - John

She smiled at the note, touching the chain around her neck. It was the most John thing in the world, to sneak a bag of snacks in her bag and write a cute note with it. He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner. The complete opposite of Nick Stanton, in every possible way. And yet, she could hear his voice from across the Atlantic. She could only hope that she would hear John’s voice even more loudly once she was back in New York. Back with the only guy who she'd ever really loved before John Shelby came into her life.

#john shelby #modern john shelby #john shelby fanfic #joe cole #john shelby imagine #modern peaky blinders #john shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders #electric

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Dearly Beloved... (Eden/Bellamy hehehehehe)

"Dearly Beloved, we are... we are.." Eden took the bit of paper she read from and crumpled it up. Everyone had gone, they'd all left her, she was alone and reading from this stupid piece of paper wouldn't change anything, it didn't convey how she felt at all.

"This is all a bit bullshit, isn't it? Bellamy.. well the Bellamy I knew would've hated this. He would've hated the gloom of it, who would right? He wouldn't want some.. some stupid, shit written out description of his life, so instead.." her hands flattened on the stand and she stared down at them, she couldn't face crowds, but she'd find a way to say something, for him. "Bellamy was always Bells to me and by god he was a good man. He was one of the best ones I ever knew, simply because he could be, I mean didn't it show? Look at what he chose to do with his life, that takes courage and heart and he had.. so much of that heart to give to people. He made people feel safe, he made me feel safe. I don't know if I'm the right person to be up here, preaching that I knew him best, that I knew him his whole life because I didn't... but the time I got to know Bells, was the better of mine and that's down to him, not me. He didn't let me wallow, he'd have told me that I'm an idiot for crying because what a waste of tears, I'll be drinking two glasses of water later to make up for those." she feigned a small laugh and moved a hand to rub her eyes. "The short story of it all is that.. he deserved to be loved with as much love as he had to go and I'll never stop just because he's gone, neither should anyone here today. Wherever he is now, I know he's with his best friend and he's got a buddy looking out for him. Wherever it is we go after, they're together.." and she remained alone. "I hope wherever you are Bells, you know that you were loved entirely, a love that never ended, that goes with you always." Eden had to close her eyes and tilt her head back skyward to whisper, her own personal note to him. "I hope you know I'm sorry I didn't tell you that, every single day."

#WELLLL THIS HURT ME #answered ask #eden answers

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filthforfriends · 6 months

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welcome to another episode of my mother said something to me so horrendous that I can't stop thinking about it and thats kinda ruining my life.

TW: SA

Last night I decorated and put up the Christmas tree with her. She asked what I'd done last weekend, I told her which friends I'd hung out with, she asked about what they're up to. Very normal, but then she asks about someone we'll call "B" who I haven't been friends with for a few years for some damn good reasons.

(Last time I saw B, her friend X roofied & SAed me (kissing, groping, caressing as I objected, semi-concious) in front of B. She joked "Ooh, looks like he likes you" & "Seems like X has a crush on Eden" & laughed. I got away & collapsed on the couch, but X followed & continued. I told him this was SA, which hurt X's feelings, so he started crying & left after being comforted by B. I got in a cold shower, trying to wake up. B insisted she check on X, since he was sitting in his car outside. B said she'd be right back to get me out of the shower, except she didn't come back. I collapsed & lost consciousness for 3+ hours then woke up naked & shivering. Afterwards B, took X's side, even gave him my Snap when I'd explicitly told her not to. B & X are still friends to this day.)

Despite my mom having heard this story multiple times, I still went through the main points since she asked about B. My mom made it clear she was familiar with the story. So wanting to go back to the positive, I start talking about how meaningful it was to have one of the friends I hung out with this weekend take my side so absolutely when I told her this story a couple years back. The next time that friend ran into X at a party, she called him out in front of everyone.

My mom goes "I don't know about just ganging up on someone like that" and gets up from the table.

"He deserves it! He assaulted me after drugging me and it definitely wasn't his first time. Don't you remember? He was the psychopath that cried and got offended when I literally told him that he was assaulting me and B sympathized with him!"

"You know, crying is a sign of remorse. It's a sign of regret." She nods her head towards me with pointed look and raised eyebrow as if saying and you should think about that.

This woman's insistence is side against her children is disturbing. Whatever X gave me, I experienced symptoms of organ distress, probably my kidneys and liver. Yes, she knows about that too

Oh and something else about X, the next morning he wouldn't leave my home. X taps on my window. I lock it. He knocks on the door till I answer (sleeping roommates), demands we talk, wants to come in. I refuse, but he won't go, so I stand outside. X can't leave without the certainty that he can see me again. Says he knows he violated me, that I said no, want him to leave, am saying no now, but he's still not going to. Not until I promise we can hang out again and give him my number. Not until X is absolutely certain I accept his apology because he really likes me after last night. I'm different from every other girls because I'm his intellectual equal. Don't I agree we'd have better convos with each other than anyone else? X doesn't think I know how beautiful or smart I am, he thinks no man has taken the time to tell me. That's why I'm so special to him.

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 9 months

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ok since @watch-me-stand-watch-me-run was the one who asked this is mostly for you but like

gather round the campfire, children

cw/tw violence, abuse, child abuse, might add more after

this is gonna be really really long lol hold on to your butts, brochachos

ok so his given name was micheal sauveterre, his family wasnt nobility, but they werent poor either. he was born in 1883, and is sixteen when the strike starts.

no word of a lie, i cannot for the life of me decide if i want him in the livesies or 92sies-verse, so i kind of just go back and forth in my head lol

so he grew up in a pretty well off family, but his parents were severly abusive. they would beat him and his brother, telling them they deserved it for being ungrateful. his older brother spencer was the favorite child, always got the special privileges. they both did well in school, until micheal was 12. his brother went off to a fancy college in virginia, and he was left alone with his parents. his dad tried to make nice by teaching micheal self defense and giving him a switchblade with his initials on it. one night, micheal snapped, finally having enough with his parents abuse, and ran away. he lived on the streets for a year, joined a circus that was in town as a acrobat and knife thrower, but didn't go with the circus when they left.

shortly after the circus, micheal was left starving on the streets again, and had to steal food to survive. snyder caught him, but micheal slipped away. in the chase, snyder grabbed him and gave him the scar on his face, taking him to the refuge for a few months after.

a manhattan newsie (havent decided who, maybe skittery or blink) saw him on the streets and offered him a job. manhattan was too close to where micheals parents lived, so he asked if there was anywhere else he could get a job.

the newsie told him about all the distribution gates for all the papers, and all the different boroughs. the leader of queens at the time (i didnt know who it actually was in the show so hes an oc ig too) Crush, was an ass and treated his boys like dirt, so micheal made his way over to queens.

crush refused to let micheal sleep in the lodging house at first, so he just hung around, watching. after a week or two of being there, he and the newsie who acted as queens' medic, Jade, came up with a plan to overthrow crush. long story short, crush found out, tried to shoot micheal in an alley, hit his side, and micheal walked out with a brand new pistol, not to mention title.

he hated his old name, so he changed it to Ezekiel, Eel for short. crowning himself the King of Queens, and a new era of ruling came along.

sketch break lmao (i love this one sm)

ok so he became really close friends with manhattan newsies, despite being on the other side of the bridge from them. might have had a teeny tiny crush on spot, but once he saw race did too he immediately started trying to get sprace together lol

jack takes him to see medda, and she takes one look at him and goes "hmm, this boy needs a mother figure" and takes him under her wing. once she learns abt his time at the circus, she offers to let him be in some of her shows for some extra money.

he only wears the tutu outfit sometimes, mostly to make the guys laugh, but he likes the makeup and he really enjoys the stage, but would never leave queens fully, so medda's is mostly just for fun and when he needs to de-stress.

his second is named Shoe (another oc lmao) Shoe's real name is Harvey, but he only lets Eel call him that, and thats mostly only when hes in trouble lol

i dont have any sketches of shoe yet but i will i prommy<3

eel and shoe are dating<3 and the flushing lodging house's owner has basically adopted them. her name is Eden, shes italian, and she taught eel italian along with his french from his family, but they only speak it in private because people werent really accepting of 'foreign' things

anyway if i remember anything else ill put it later

yeah! thats eel/zeke, i love him dearly<3

#newsies #92sies #livesies #newsies oc #i have a few more sketches of him lol #ezekiel 'eel' 'zeke'#woof i need to update this lmfao

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moosekateer13 · 1 year

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Chapter 5: Fire it Up

1 month later…

Sam and I have been dating for a month but we haven't told Eden yet.

She's a smart woman though. Eden has made some comments to her father about how he seems to smile a lot more lately.

He doesn't respond to her remark, but he blushes now and then.

Easily giving away that he's dating someone.

Sam may be a beast with practicing law but with personal matters, he's adorably shy.

"I think we should tell Eden," Sam said in between his sips of coffee.

I raise an eyebrow and consider what to say.

"Okay if you are sure and you think it isn't too soon," I replied as I placed my hand on his.

Sam breaks out into the biggest smile. His dimples pop out slightly.

We head to the cafe to find Eden.

“Before you guys say anything. I know you are together. Those stolen glances you didn't think I saw. I saw them. It's so good to see you both happy.” Eden said with a smile.

"I was worried you'd be upset, Ede. I thought you'd think I was replacing your mom with Y/N." Sam replied with relief.

"Nonsense Dad I know you will always love her. Besides, mom would want you to be happy and so do I. You've sacrificed so much for me over the years. It's time for you to do something for yourself," Eden said.

“Thank you, Ede. I'm so lucky to have you. How did you get so wise?” Sam replied.

"I learned from the best," Eden said with a wink before heading over to the kitchen.

1 week later…

My perfect little bubble cracked when I received an anonymous letter at the store.

I found you.

My blood runs cold at those three words. Should I run again or should I stay? I left the letter out and Sam saw it. He assured me he would keep me safe.

Yesterday

“I am not letting you run again. My mom and dad are cops. We'll find security to keep you safe. Y/N I'm not willing to lose you. I love you..” Sam said.

I feel my heart skip a beat at those words. It's the first time he's said those words to me.

A blush creeps across his face after he realizes what he just said.

"Look, you don't have to say it back. If you aren't ready yet. I got caught in the moment." Sam said.

" Nonsense Sam I love you too. Maybe even from the first moment, I saw you." I replied. Before I reached up to pull him into a kiss.

Castiel has become my security guard while I'm out and about. Whether it be work or simply just an outing. I was weary of having any new people in my life. It put my mind at ease when Sam said he, Cas and Dean have been friends since high school.

We are getting along great.

I'm nervous that Dean and I are meeting for the first time today.

Sam is running late with a case.

So he's meeting us here at my place in an hour.

I set out burgers and salad for dinner. I'm also keeping an apple pie warm in the oven. Sam told me his big brother loves pie.

The doorbell rings and I run to answer it.

"Hi, Dean, it's great to meet you," I said as I held out my hand to him.

He sets down the beer he's been holding and pulls me into a hug.

This surprised me because according to Sam he's not keen on hugging people he doesn't know.

"Nonsense sweetheart. Your family as far as I'm concerned. I've been wanting to meet the woman that has been making my brother so happy." Dean said with a smile before releasing me.

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks at the last remark.

He follows me to the living room.

Dean shares embarrassing childhood stories of Sam with me

"So even as a kid, he had lawyer skills, eh? He argued his way out of trouble after he dressed up as Batman and jumped off the shed and hurt his arm. That's adorable." I said.

I hear Sam enter and he's smiling the entire way over to the living room.

We spent the evening playing pool and watching movies.

Eden eventually joins us after her shift at the restaurant.

I am already feeling like part of the family and I can't wait to see where things go. It's good to have a moment of peace. There's still a threat looming over me with Joe around but that's tomorrow's problem.

We deserve some happiness.

Chapter 6:

#that won't save us #sam winchester x reader #former! joe goldberg x reader #“Do you know how much I love you?” “Who do you want dead this time?”#tell me story bingo #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Angst #Attempted murder #mention of murder #Attempted kidnapping #Fluff #Smut

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kokomelt · 8 days

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More headcanons for the Inazuma Eleven Genshin AU but these are Hakuryuu centric because salty dragon boy deserves love and I love him u3u /p

Some of these are very heavy on Genshin's lore or stuff, I recommend looking up anything you feel curious about because I'm horrible at explaining stuff, unless you want it badly summarized >.<

I keep the idea of him being half-dragon

But he can't transform completely and if he does, he's like those chonky depictions of Morax as a plushie.

He's clearly ashamed of this so he prefers to say he can't control his dragon form at will.

Also I'll only place him in Liyue because his mixi-max is with Koumei and Koumei is Kongming aka Zhuge Liang.

Does this mean Taiyou would be in or from Liyue too, who knows? Most likely.

He's like Shenhe, he was took under an Adeptus' (probably Koumei) care and became an Adepti disciple.

Or like Ganyu if you prefer, were he was just raised by Adepti, he's already half-human so he's probably closer to be considered an Illuminated Beast.

In any case, he has lived for too long with the Adepti. But I don't think he's completely clueless to human interactions and society, he has been around them a few times, but he's still an "Adeptus" after all.

Unlike Ganyu, he's not that old and has never witnessed anything close to an Archon War, even if he's half-dragon he's still rather young.

I decided to give him a Pyro vision, mainly because he seems like the type who would take initiative (he has been captain, he clearly knows how to be in charge) and matters into his own hands. After that small exchange with Shuu in the movie I can see him also keeping some people at arm's length at first yet eventually fitting the Pyro user stereotype of being warm and expressing himself more openly.

+ his ambition probably was just simply wanting to be better than Tsurugi, but it became a core part of how he wants to improve in many aspects of his life and self.

His motivation is still Tsurugi just because... it's their thing, let them have a friendly rivalry.

Basically, Tsurugi was the main trigger for what he wants to do, but truth be told he was already competitive and just needed someone who could beat him so he gets riled up again to do things.

This also implies Tsurugi is implicitly, the reason he got a Vision, because the Pyro Archon liked his ambition to strive for improvement no matter what or how.

You may interpret their situationship in this AU however you want u3u

His constellation probably is somewhat like that of Kokomi.

I ignore weapons and so on because I speak of this AU like a setting for a story but not based on gameplay mechanics (because for example, Neuvilette is a Catalyst user but he literally seems to use his cane and summons a water ray that comes out of a circle or something in his charged attack, so I think the weapons are just a gameplay thing, not accurate to Teyvat's lore stuff), but if I were to give him one, it'd be a Sword.

I still don't know what the Fifths Sector equals to in this universe (please help someone, give me ideas or suggestions) so don't ask me about Eden nor how he met Tsurugi, I have no idea yet.

His relationship with Koumei is probably like that of Ganyu with Xianyun, but I personally see her more like his aunt.

Koumei brings up things that he did when he was younger and it makes him feel way too embarrassed, but he respects her too much to complain openly about it.

I'll bet half of my prymos on him slipping into calling her "auntie Koumei" in front of people he's not that close with probably Tenma and so on.

Since he has lived with the Adepti, he's very familiar with the Jueyun Karst. But I feel after a few years he prefers to be around Liyue Harbor.

Since he hangs around Liyue Harbor mostly, he has come across Storytellers and has gotten quite interested on them, so he sometimes just stays to listen to whatever they say. He prefers the ones that tell overdramatic and epic stories rather than realistic accurate ones.

Koumei is a strategist by heart, so I think she'd be into Board Games, which has influenced Hakuryuu a bit.

I feel he's inevitably into old fashioned ones like Liyue Millennial, but since he's competitive he'll try to win at anything really.

Do not let him play against Tsurugi, you wouldn't see the end of that until both of them get tired, and that's not likely to happen.

The wikia says he doesn't really like chocolate, but I'll go further and say he's generally not much into sweet flavors.

He doesn't like stuff like Rice Pudding or Almond Tofu (note: it's actually not tofu, just shaped like it) at all.

And about tofu, Liyue has a lot of dishes that have it, but I think he doesn't like it unless it's somewhat spicy or fried.

He'll eat something sweet for sure if it's a gift from a friend or...

He's neutral about dishes like Mint Salad and Minty Meat Rolls, but considering mint has such a "fresh" flavor he will eat those in few situations. I think he'd prefer the salad over the meat rolls.

I don't feel like Hakuryuu would be a fan of extremely spicy dishes either, just the right amount of spiciness is fine for him, don't overdo it.

Oh but he'll eat a bunch of Jueyun Chilis if it's a competition (with Tsurugi, probably) or something, and he'll regret it later. He's young so he can still do silly things sometimes, right?.

I also think he's not a very complicated over-the-top kinda person, so don't expect him to get "luxurious" dishes unless it's a special event like the Lantern Rite.

His favorite dish is probably Jade Parcels, he also likes Jewelry Soup because it's such a simple and homey dish.

Also, Grilled Tiger Fish, he likes it because it's easy and quick to make + it's small and easy to carry around.

But has he tried dishes from other Nations? Not exactly, but technically, yes.

He has only eaten some from Mondstadt because it's one of the closest nations to Liyue.

He tried Moon Pie at a festival and got surprised it was actually a meat pie.

But his favorite is probably the Northern Smoked Chicken, or simply the Chicken-Mushroom Skewer.

He wants to try the Mushroom Pizza, since he saw the recipe got to Inazuma too (I know I said not everything follows Genshin's canon 100%, but I just like how the Special Mushroom Pizza looks).

And at some point he has been able to try some of Inazuma's stuff too.

Someone brought him a bottle of Dango Milk and he couldn't finish the whole thing, it was too sweet and sticky.

He has also tried Omelette Rice, but in the end he prefers Onigiri, mainly because it's a "portable dish".

He got to taste some Bulle Fruits from Fontaine once, he doesn't dislike them.

I think he also got to try Snezhnaya's cooking at some point.

He hasn't tried any other foods from other Nations yet.

Pretty neutral about other region's dishes, but feels curious about Fontaine's ones because Kurosaki has told him about them.

He's not much into historical books at all, because he already knows half of it thanks to Koumei.

He used to be a fan of Legend of The Lone Sword for a long time until he read the 4th volume.

He still likes it but feels disappointed.

Now he reads Legend of the Shattered Halberd instead.

At some point he got the first volume of The Two Musketeers but didn't get as invested on it as he thought.

This was long, I did took my time because I like to think and add a lot of ideas as I go but I may have missed stuff, so anyone who has ideas, questions or requests for a certain character is welcome to write me, my DMs and asks are open n.n

Wil I eventually make headcanons for everyone in this AU? I'll try my best to, but I'll probably tackle my fav characters first in no particular order of preference.

But sadly there are some that I won't be able to write much about in case I headcanon them being from or having interactions with Natlan and/or Snezhnaya because those aren't out yet and we don't have much info regionally-speaking (dishes, books, activities. Only Childe has given us info) until they release. That's why I also mentioned I think Hakuryuu has tried some Snezhnaya's dishes but I didn't specify, because we don't know about that yet.

And as always, if someone reached this point or just stopped to read past the introduction, thank you! <3 I do this for fin but if someone out there finds it entertaining enough I'd feel glad.

#Yapping -- * frantic fish noises *#inazuma eleven genshin au #inazuma genshin au #inazuma eleven au #genshin au #inazuma eleven #ina11 #inazuma eleven go #ina11 go #inazuma Hakuryuu #ina11 Hakuryuu #headcanons #no beta read #i wrote this instead of sleeping #so sorry if something is weirdly written

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d3monslust · 3 years

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 - 𝐀.𝐃.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Only setting up traps for them , Andy didn't see any of this coming

𝐖𝐂 : 3,151

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage & abusive relationships , cheating , manipulation , violence

𝐀/𝐍 : tumblr deleted the original and I thought for couple of minutes I haven’t backed it up to the point I had a panic attack :) also I worked really hard for this , any kind of interaction is appreciated!!

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Every story has a happy ending , where the villain gets defeated and the heroes win , but in eden , no one could recognize the corruption and the decent. Everyone hid their darkest and filthiest desires deep down inside them , in their abyss of their souls . Andy knew that , from first hand . He was still getting to know the place , the idle juveniles laying in the sandy beaches , the laughs of the middle aged men echoing through the thickness of the trees’ leaves . A literal paradise ... with no God .

Dolan had promised his wife to keep her safe, and eventually after his decadence , he was more fazed than anything . Their inseparable form could be made out from kilometers ago, their vivid and full of life auras leaving hints of sunshine from time to time . Winning the couple of the year and being stunned was not in their plans but the did not dodge it . Until Dolan started venturing at inexcusable bars , reciprocal pink lipstick decorating one side of his neck while he reclined next to his bond , mumbling about his ambiguous accomplishments. He had her to the point , Mariah felt overwhelmed. The weight of his nifty assets , the gravitas of his clumsy , yet anticipated acts made her scream and wince .

But Mariah David Dolan , did not intend on giving up so easily , only because her husband was demonstrating his incompetent self . Haphazardly, or not , the female found herself at Sherlock’s , who fasty evaluated and corrupted all of her nasty problems . Taken the right measurements, Mariah decided to treat themselves to a dinner , the brunette averting his gaze back from his laptop to his wife. “Did something happen ?” Mariah never cooked , even at special , “crowded” occasions , she wouldn’t lay a finger at the metallic kitchenware . “No . I just though about all the work you’re recently hooked with. A nice dinner with your wife would help you blow off some steam” smirking at the fit of the last words, she left Dolan alone, drowning in his intellectually safe thoughts.

The capriciousness of the vexing atmosphere made the couple exchange some absurd looks. With Andy being the always tired one, sexual intercourse was lost long ago . “Something you would like to say ?” “No .” She went for a debate , any sort of the key for relationships , communication. If that clink unraveled , there would be no sweet salvation for the married couple . “Well , I want to say something.” Andy whispered a silent “go on” as one of their housekeepers wiped off him some of the pasta’s sauce . “I’m pregnant .” the brunette almost choked at the hear , she couldn’t be . “What ?” voice so small , the trait of vulnerability showing .

The fraction made his stomach toss and turn with anticipation, his dreams for the unknown slowly falling apart . “I’m pregnant on the 3rd month .” eyes infested with fury , the blue like sea color dissipated. “And when were you planning on telling me , hm ? When the waters would broke ? Or when the bump would start to show ? Or when you couldn’t fucking miscarriage?” his excessive, painful words ventured to withhold her insurmountable fury . Unceremoniously, his unbeatable character almost took back his sharp words , the marvel Mariah always waited for could intervene their scold and corrupt his grudge . Albeit she had cried and prayed for that baby to come , her husband didn’t yearn it .

“Did you talk to the gynecologist? Can you ?” he stated chastely , reclining his tensed back to the chair . Who could envision Andy Dolan with a child ? The reluctance became vexing , the tension had to be dwindled if she wanted to keep that inexcusable -for him- child . “Yes . We ... discussed and he said that I cannot ... get rid of it .” her unconvincingly words passed from the one ear to the other . He abruptly threw his crystal glass at the respective wall , agitating the woman to run to clean the mess . The hot , ambiguous tears wetting her cheeks . “Cant you just love me ?” she mumbled , her fasty movements elicited a cut from the sharp glass . She hissed at the pain , she wanted to resemble the perfect , sincere , housewife Andy pleased . To conquer the theme , so as to stand next to him with all her lucid pride while clutching his right hand .

And the things became even worse , chaos consuming the island , darkness drowning the residents . But the worst was Andy’s behavior shift . The unintelligible man faltered and his intriguing about his serene family faded , woefully leaving only his malice and possession . Fighting with his own demons , his rigid and virile facade came and ended up resented . The 24-hour absence of the paternal figure made the child cope with egregious insults and quarrels . Curling up in her little bed , her hands covering the ears as not to listen his beloved parents . Was her the reason they fought every night ? And as the family withered , Andy prepared to hit with sweet and sour vengeance .

“Please ...” the woman begged , the tears blocking her already blurry vision . Fatigue in her system degenerating, she tried to refrain this , but Dolan’s wrath could not be avoided . “Please what , hm ? You had a fucking debt ! Look after that damned child . And I swear to god Mariah ^ if something had happened to my daughter!” he scolded . “Oh come on ! Stop acting like you care ! You never did ... you never cared about your family .” His intimidating methods would usually work , and if not he would try for the vicious skin-to-skin contact . Slapping her and looking her terribly weak silhouette, squirming and crying under him . She remained frigid , not wanting to get that answer , Mariah ran to the basement , advancing around the marble halls like a lost puppy . Andy rubbed his stressed temple , waiting for his own kind of wonder to come and take him from this type of hell . The paradise where demons are hidden .

Andy never wanted to become one of them. That vicious, hungry, creatures . Demons . The olds said that if somebody approached the North river he would see a little red creature . A graceful , gorgeous demon . That was bullshit , demons didn't exist , his friend Michael had told him , that poor man - he had taken the subject of claiming to be the Antichrist of the end times too thick . He ended up at an asylum - good man , sick brain . “What are you thinking ?” . God , or whoever , heard him sent him his guardian angel . The nifty woman was everything he wished for . A real living angel . And that chaste, naive flirt shifted into this; whatever that was.

“Nothing to be honest . But let’s not talk about me , hmmm ?” the girl nodded heartily . Y/N had found her person , the one she could trust and never receive betrayal , the one she could cry at and talk about her insurmountable problems . Their meeting was casual - one , two drinks exchanged , some additional winks and the saccharine act of sex to help Y/N realize her feelings. When she was with him , the blithe and sybarite feeling would bloom inside her , becoming as beautiful as a sanguine rose . She chuckled at his works , could describe him as selfless ? No . But to her ... yes . Her despondent self hid his abusive and possessive persona . For her eyes and only , Andy Dolan was a god , innocent and perfect . “I wanted to ask about ... the divorce ? When are you two signing it ?” he had to be astute and answer handily . But they answer was always the same “Oh sweetheart, don’t worry . Mariah is a bit pertinacious but I’ll persuade her , okay ?” and she would fall at the trap , again .

“You’re always answering the same !” maybe today she would revolt and fortunately leave the poisonous love of Andy’s . His eyes shone dangerously, he didn’t want to do this . “Y/N’s not like Mariah” he would remind himself , but the poor girl was sticking her nose almost everywhere . “Aren’t you pleased , hm ? I took you from that fucking clinic , I helped you withdraw and this is your thank you ? I’m disappointed in you , Y/N .” his esoteric character on sight again . His cogent and invidious words caused the sentient girl spill the salty water . The male disdaining to help or comfort . “You deserve this anyway .” she stumbled back , her apprehension increasing whilst seeing him standing up from the bed . That absurdity had to stop , but he had saved her and it was her time now .

As Andy returned home , and the futile try to persuade his wife about the divorce exhausted him , he found himself at his daughter’s room . Observing her sincere and innocent moves . “Daddy ?” “Yes , Baby ?” his far-fetched sweet talk made the two smile in sync . The blonde’s smile making daddy crack . “Can I tell you something?” Andy nodded , hoping the child wouldn’t have read any of his recreational messages . “Mommy told me the reason she doesn’t want you two to break up !” his eyes lit up at her appendix . Perhaps it was the money or the child but anyway - Andy had to know . “What’s that ?” patting his lap for the girl to sit , Hera made herself comfortable at the warmth of his legs . “She said that she won’t let you fool around with every individual who has two holess.” “She said what ?!?!” “Yes , yes but what did she mean when she said “every individual with two holes .” ?” “Not now , Hera .” he quickly placed the kid down , as she sulked at her daddy’s extraordinary behavior.

By the time Andy stated the predicament , Mariah had ruminated on her terms . She should have said this , fuck she really shouldn’t . Her dull and attention-seeking words pushed her husband’s last buttons . “Are you fucking braindead ? What was that you said to my daughter ?!” she knew where that debate would end up . Condescendingly , she wrapped her arms around his neck . Her touch-starved grating amusing his carnal urges . Not wanting to dwell on the situation , Andy let it happen . Her amorous posture , the well-med hair , how didn’t he feel it coming ? Her hands traveling at his shirt’s buttons while Andy’s fingers went for her top . Discarded clothing were soon decorating the floor of their kitchen . His greed for more would eat him up one day . And he waited - patiently and calmly for that day . Her tenuous dominance caused waking up his boredom. But his prurient mind , thought otherwise.

She licked his upper lip , Andy letting her tongue slip into his mouth . The sloppy kiss turning into something more passionate, more loving . “I’ve missed this .” she mumbled in between breaths , making a smirk plaster on Dolan’s face . “I’ve missed you .” he hushed her by kissing her , the loving , lingering kiss making butterflies fly in her stomach . “Andy ?” he groaned at the call , not wanting to eye roll , he approved the question and motivated to go on . “Do you love me ?” “Yes. Only you . And no one else . I know things are hard right now but I’ll make it up to you.”

Bare bodies tangled . Two bodies in one . His hips snapped viciously at hers , hand grabbing a harmful fist of hair . Abruptly pulling it back , making Mariah hiss at the sudden contact of pain . The persona she would only see , not even Y/N , the sadistic one . Her head touching his sweaty torso , the tears in her eyes strengthening his stamina . The coil in her stomach tightened and as the loved noticed it - his hands traveled between her puffy lips , toying with her little bud . “I’m .... im-” her muffled cries interrupting her . “I know baby . Cum , cum with me .” and the coil in her belly broke synchronized with his . The addicting feeling of euphoria engulfing them both . “You did so well .” his sugary words causing her pride to rise , awaking her love for him . Just like the old times . “I love you , Mariah .” she perched at his tight embrace , inhaling his intoxicating scent . “Mhm me too .” she had to savor the moment . Mariah didn’t know what could possibly find her tomorrow .

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And as Andy distanced himself from Y/N, he kept his promise and made up the tangle. At least everything that could be fixed . The insuperable bond they created was ineffable. The somnolent love , almost dead , rose back from the dead . His pernicious and arcane self opened at his therapist . The Dolans couldn’t be happier . Apathy no longer lived between them . No invidious implication wafting around the tensed atmosphere. Just some more scarce , anticipated details and Dolan would finally fall into blithely.

Andy planted the usual good morning kiss on his wife . Excusing himself for his aimless absence on lunch and venturing to the car . The fraction of 2 to months without seeing Y/N, made him tacit. Where was the power Dolan’s hold ? He couldn’t falter, not now. He would withhold and keep things conservative. His conscience screamed no , but he shut it off , not wanting to trust his instincts . Choosing the obliviousness.

Approaching her modern like house , the cars of topical police confused his comprehension. Incompetent to walk inside , albeit he promised not to care - a part which was got circumvented - some of his worry remained to Y/N . “Officer , is she okay ?” the concern in his eyes made the blue - dressed man doubt his accusation . “Sir , are you Mr.Dolan ?” the man let his white scribbling block down , paying full attention to the brunette . “In the flesh .” two more patrols approaching, no feeling of timidity in their eyes . His envision had to be mendacious . A prosaic one , more realistic. “Andy Dolan you are arrested for the murder of Y/N Y/L/N” his conception blurred, everything changing into automatic. His eyes caught the figure of his wife talking to another police man - she wouldn’t? Would she ?

Everything happened so quickly, the metal handcuffs were clutched onto his hand, the ignominious state making him sentient. He would go to prison and there was no denial in that . At least he would leave Eden .

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He had learnt the news . Mariah was in all this . She had been informed about Andy’s illegal affair , not only with women but with drugs , too . On the one side, she had managed to plan her husband’s perfect suicide but the contradiction she received made her tentative. Therefore she visited the professionals . Sherlock’s beneficial - for both Mariah and him- and handily trap got Dolan arrested . They had planned everything, even the littlest detail . The plan was easy , yet complicated.

He would wake up at 7:15 a.m. as always . Head to the kitchen to make his morning coffee , catch up with Mariah who would accidentally leave the house . His phone would remind him about his last meeting with Y/N , where she would end up thing with him . Or what Mariah had decided to do for her . Y/N had left the island months ago when Mrs.Dolan appeared in her house and threatened to kill her and her soon-to-be-born child. As Andy would drive his way , Sherlock would leave his fingerprint everywhere , placing them carefully at the edges of the gun . Next step would be Y/N’s doppelgänger, nice and murdered next to the white rug .

The unbearable route of the dull prison . The thousand of men behind the metal bars , hungry for every kind of fight and sexual intercourse nettled his every atom . Compelling himself not to communicate with anyone , Andy , who had received a life imprisonment lost and the last bit of faith . There was no salvation for him , it never existed . “You have a letter .” the word taking him out of his dwelling thoughts. His family never sent him letters , not that they were coming . Drugs were forbidden, or that was the law applied . “Sender ?” “Unknown .” Andy wasn’t in the mood for playing games . This almost one years in prison erased all of his lenient future. Additionally, alleviating his last mendacious fantasies about life .

Taking the rigid piece of paper , the handwriting of a woman caught his attention . Refraining himself from toring it apart and throwing it to the trash can , he want for abstinence. Cutting the edges with a small knife which used to hide right down his pillow , the form a photo fall on the floor . Inhaling a piece of pure reluctance , Andy took the shiny piece of paper between his hands . The silhouettes of two girls laughing at each other quirked his eye brow . But her ineffable and disheveled beauty stopped his breath . A baby adjoining her side , made him caught the implication . The transparent eligibility to join this family causing him to incandescent. That was his child and his Y/N .

Last thing , eyes traveling at the bottom of the photo

- SHOT WITH NIKON 456 | 6/4/2021 | 7:56 p.m.

And they were alive .

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The Signs (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart 3, post Chapter 11 Pairing: Dr Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr Noelle Valentine) Word Count/Rating: 1.6k, T Summary: After moments of passion and confessions, Ethan finds himself unable to fall asleep. Category/Warnings: Fluff, None

A/N: They are riding on Hawaiian waves, I am riding on the wave of fluff.

He witnessed the scene countless times during his career.

People squeezed in hospital corridors on horribly uncomfortable plastic chairs, air filled with hope of receiving the good news on their loved ones’ health, shared by many souls simultaneously. Wives resting their heads on husbands’ shoulders, mothers holding children perseveringly, their arms and legs numb and asleep. Some of them unmoving, save for shallow breaths and occasional blinks. Tired, on the verge of emaciation, haven’t had a wink of sleep in god knows how long.

How were they doing this? Where did they take this superhuman strength from?

Ethan could never fully comprehend this.

It was the sort of power he never really experienced in his life.

Until now.

Because when Noelle’s head found its haven on the sea of his chest, there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to become completely still, to hold his breath and be the pillow of safety she nestles up to.

He’d do whatever it takes to preserve her sleep, which, right now, was the most fragile and precious thing in the world to him.

It was a sign.

They lay in the aftermath of the afterglow, two castaways of the storm called life which, despite hurting them both really badly, also helped them find each other.

Them against the world.

Tropical Hawaiian air, sticky and dense, filled the room already soaked with lust.

It was heavy, failing to provide even the slightest relief amidst pervasive heat.

Because it was the type of heat that didn’t have much to do with the temperature.

It was the ardor of lovers.

Written on their curves were the stories of worship and promises of stories yet to be told.

They claimed each other's bodies a couple of times this night, engulfed in waves of desire bigger and stronger than the ones breaking on the shore outside the hotel windows.

The tidal waves hitting them, every next one with more might then its predecessor, their whole world encapsulated in the sounds of pleasure.

And something else.

In those moments, they were so much more than just a combination of skin, bones, muscles and ligaments succumbing to the march of time.

They were everlasting.

As doctors, they were reminded of their own mortality every second of every working hour.

But now, they were invincible, only if for a night.

When they moved in perfect unison, he saw something in her eyes.

He didn’t know what to call it, but he knew what it felt like.

Unconditional.

Their clothes and belongings were scattered all over the floor, the only witnesses of the wedding night fever.

It was the type of mess that was actually a proof of a perfect order.

The only kind of disarray he could live in permanently.

Signs.

Every cell of Ethan’s body craved sleep. But his eyes were wide open, defying the laws of gravity. And his mind was on overdrive. He couldn’t help but reminisce.

Two years ago he kissed her for the first time.

He could tell you exactly what happened right before and after the kiss. He could describe every second, every detail, every thought. But when their lips touched, he forgot his own name. And everything else he thought he knew.

A year ago he was fighting for her life.

Back then, Ethan didn’t know how strong he really was. Until being strong was the only choice he had.

Today, she was right here beside him and it was almost surreal. She was so close that he would notice the rising and falling of her chest. The rhythm of her breath.

It took him long to believe they could have a happy ending.

Too long, he kept reprimanding himself.

Yet the signs were there, if one only looked.

They were all around.

Ethan thought of all the people who made him the man and the doctor he was today.

Dolores. His first patient turned friend, the tragic and unjust loss. Baby Ethan’s fight. The night when nature played the cruelest eye for an eye game. Life for life. The night he started seeing Noelle Valentine through a brand new lens. He never told anyone, but seeing them so vulnerable awoke something in him. His own sensitivity, buried beneath the layers of grumpiness and indifference. Thick doctor skin.

Naveen. Ethan wished he could wipe the images out of his head. Seeing the man who taught him everything shrink and almost disappear was one of the hardest things he had to face in his whole life. Truth be told, he only made it through because she shared the burden with him. Because she saved Naveen. This delicate, slightly-built woman. The warrior. His Noelle. She made him so proud.

Louise. What his mother did to him was beyond repair. The cross he carried with him, anywhere he went. But in a short period of time Noelle achieved something he couldn’t do for years. Forgive. Never forget. Forgive and finally understand that even broken souls deserve the unbreakable love.

Dad. The man who, despite all the adversities, always had time for his child. But that didn't stop Ethan from resenting Alan for always justifying what Louise did. He couldn't understand, even though it was so simple. Love. In the realms of medicine, Ethan was in his element. But the concept of unconditional love was estranged. Until he met her. Not only did she mend the broken fence between father and son, but also showed him that some things truly are unexplainable and can only be understood with heart, not mind.

Tobias - his former best friend then best rival and now...best not to talk about it too much. Only Noelle had the power of talking Ethan into considering looking at Tobias in a different light. She laughed at the idea of holding the grudge forever. She challenged him and called him out on his bullshit.

Every relationship that meant something to him, had irreversibly been impacted by the force of a once clueless intern.

She signed them all.

Suddenly, she peeled away from his chest and rolled over to the left, so that her back was now facing him. Having covered her with a thin sheet, his fingers brushed her shoulder blades ever so lightly, as if anything more than this could hurt her.

It took all the willpower in the world to stop himself, for he wanted to touch every single millimeter of her being.

He wanted to draw the maps on her back. Maps of all the places they are going to discover together. The highways of their world. The plans of all the cities they will tower over. Write the words of pure adoration. The stories yet to unfold.

At the risk of looking like a creep, he slowly inhaled her smell. He wished there was a way to capture and bottle it, so he could carry it with him everywhere. His favourite perfume in the whole wide world.

Noelle shuddered lightly and the tiny movement startled him. Maybe she was trying to shoo a bad dream away.

“You are just a few inches away… and this is the longest distance between us I’m willing to put. No more running.” He whispered and kissed her hair lovingly. As if on cue, her breath returned to its regular rhythm, the tension leaving her muscles.

Part of him hoped she was asleep. Another wished she’d heard every single word. After all, he wasn’t best at translating feelings into words. Or maybe he was actually afraid that once he started, nothing would stop him.

Not only from telling her how he’s never felt this way about anyone, but also how everything fades whenever she’s around. How all the hospital drama dissipates, because everything is figureoutable as long as he knows she’s safe and sound. How, if he couldn’t run, he’d walk. If he couldn’t walk, he’d crawl. To her.

Today has done something to him.

Celebration of Ines’ love. Zaid��s speech. Being surrounded by people he no longer considered co-workers only. His friends.

Ethan lied. “I've never felt this way about anyone... and I don't know if I ever will again." Because he is certain he never will again. But more importantly, he never wants to.

Words echoed throughout his head.

“What I didn't expect was to meet the kindest, sweetest, most amazing doctor I've ever known... and the best friend I've ever had.” That was exactly what happened to him when one intern crossed the threshold of Edenbrook hospital...and inadvertently his life.

A crazy thought was born in his head. Completely irrational. And not a bad idea.

He hoped Zaid wouldn’t mind if he’d stolen the line and used it for his wedding vows. That is, if she agreed to share the rest of her life with him. There was always a dose of uncertainty.

But the idea certainly didn’t sound so scary anymore. Quite the contrary.

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Noelle woke up in a couple of paradises simultaneously.

The tropical paradise.

The physical paradise of total satisfaction.

The paradisiacal view of Ethan Ramsey’s perfect body.

“Good morning.” She murmured to the man on the balcony, who, despite the heavenly view of Hawaii stretching behind him, had his eyes set firmly on her.

“Good morning indeed.” He replied with an unknown sweetness in his voice, that surprised even him.

And he really meant it.

This was a good sign.

Fantastic even.

Maybe the best one ever.

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II. 360˚

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Disclaimer: I write stories and use Harry Styles as a face claim. In no way shape or form does my writing reflect how I perceive the actual Harry to be. These are my characters, the face is just a bonus!

Eden was unable to contain her laughter as she watched Yaz try to lift the barbell. The personal trainer wanted to test out a new pre-workout supplement that promised the ability to easily lift more than her personal record. Eden cackled as Yaz’s overly determined face started turning red, her arms straining against the bar that was not moving despite the girl putting her all into deadlifting it.

“Oi! Stop that before you pull something!” Eden heard before she saw Luca marching over, a look of amusement on his face.

Yaz immediately stopped, chest heaving as she stood straight and turned towards him. “I was just testing something out,” she sassed. “For science.”

The corner of Luca’s mouth twitched into a small smile as he shook his head in amusement. “Was it the shit Harry gave you?”

As if the mention of his name summoned him, Harry was already making his way towards them, close enough to hear Luca’s response. “I paid seventy for that stuff.”

Eden scoffed. “You got ripped off.”

Harry looked and narrowed his eyes playfully. She bit her lip as her smile grew, always feeling annoyingly giddy whenever he looked at her. Eden had been working out with Yaz for a week at the new gym. She didn’t think she would ever admit that she loved weightlifting yet, she loved the feeling of empowerment it gave her and she could already spot newbie gains along her figure. Yaz reassured her that over time and with an increase in the weight she was lifting, she would start noticing even more progress.

“She’s right,” panted Yaz, still catching her breath.

“Come on,” Luca chuckled, putting an arm around her. “Let’s get you some water.”

Eden watched as her trainer and the receptionist walked away, leaving her and Harry alone.

She not only became friends with Yaz, but she got to know Luca and Harry even more after discovering they were best friends. Before her sessions with Yaz, she would stay at the front and talk to Luca, and sometimes Harry would join them on his breaks. They were childhood friends who grew even closer when Luca’s parents decided to go back to their home country, leaving the then eighteen year old to look for a new roommate who subsequently became Harry.

Movement caught her eye and she looked over to find Harry crouched and unloading the bar Yaz had been using. Not wanting to feel useless, she bent over and started pulling the plates off from the other end, the two of them working in silence.

Harry finished his side and watched as she struggled to remove the last one—the heaviest one. He waited for her to ask for help, but she never did. He looked on in amusement as she struggled to remove it, arms tugging at the plate that would not budge. Finally, he said, “Need help?”

Eden sighed, arms sagging in defeat. “Yeah,” she grumbled.

Harry chuckled and she took a step back as he took her place and easily slid the plate off the bar. Eden would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t linger on the way his biceps strained against the t-shirt as he heaved the weight and racked it without breaking a sweat.

“You’ve been training with Yaz for a week,” he smiled. “Don’t beat yourself up too much. You’ll be able to do that within a month, trust me,” he winked.

Eden raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you didn’t need the help of that seventy dollar supplement to lift it.”

Harry’s jaw comically dropped. “Take that back.”

Crossing her arms, Eden smirked, refusing to entertain his request.

He took a step forward, close enough that she had to crane her neck to keep eye contact. “Take that back,” he repeated.

Eden forced her face to stay neutral, not wanting to give away the effect his proximity had on her body.

“Did I bruise your gym bro ego?”

Harry’s head fell back, exposing his throat as he laughed, amusement written all over his face when he looked at her again. “So thats how it is, huh.”

She grinned and took a step away from him. “Not sure what you mean.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get changed,” she said. “I’m going home.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair as he followed her. “I’m clocking out, let me walk you.”

Eden reigned in her smile. “Meet me outside in five?”

Harry offered her that smirk that had her swooning anytime it was directed at her. “Deal.”

...

Eden hugged Yaz goodbye with a promise to see her the next day and high fived Luca on her way out of the gym. She really loved her new friends. They had a lot in common and talking to Yaz felt like talking to a friend she’d known her entire life.

They’d even planned to go on a shopping trip the next week. Eden let her love for fashion slip and Yaz didn’t hesitate to ask for help in choosing a dress for her cousin’s wedding. Of course, Eden happily agreed. She looked forward to growing her friendship with her personal trainer.

Upon exiting the gym, she was hit with an unexpected chill and zipped up her coat to protect herself from the winter cold. She spotted Harry waiting to the side and smiled when he waved her over as she slipped on her mittens. Shouldering her bag, they started walking down the road towards her neighbourhood.

“Let me hold your bag.”

“No.”

“Eden…”

“Harry…”

“I can’t let you walk around with that mammoth.”

“I’m more than capable of—”

“I know you are,” he stressed. “But let me be a gentleman.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed at him but they softened upon seeing the look on his face.

“Please?”

She sighed and handed him her bag, doing her best to hide how her body relaxed from being relieved of the weight. If Harry’s smirk was anything to go by as he looped the strap up his arm, she knew he caught it.

“You didn’t drive?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I also live in student housing.”

She peered at him in shock. “You go to uni?”

“Why is that so surprising?” He smiled.

“It’s not,” she said quickly. “I just thought you worked at the gym full time.”

He shook his head, waving in thanks to a driver who let them cross the street. “That’s just to pay for tuition, I’m in my fourth year of computer science.”

“Wow.”

He chuckled. “Surprised I’m smart?”

Her eyes widened, redness blooming along her cheeks. “No, I...”

“I’m joking, Eden,” he laughed.

Her heart leaped in her chest when he rested a hand on her lower back, gesturing for her to walk in front of him as they passed a couple walking their dog.

Clearing her throat, she paused to let him catch up to her before she started walking again. “So, why personal training?”

He didn’t answer for a few seconds and when she looked at him, he had a contemplative look on his face.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to...”

Harry nudged her shoulder with his, throwing her a smile. “I’m just trying to figure out how to say this but, well, I was pretty insecure about the way I looked when my flatmate stole my girlfriend and—”

She gasped, “Luca?!”

“No!” Harry laughed. “There was three of us at the time, but then the asshole moved out.”

“Oh…” Her shock deflated. “Well, that would have been awkward.”

He threw her a pained look, nodding his head slowly.

“What happened?”

“That’s it really. She said he’s better looking, ghosted me, never talked to me again.”

“What a bitch!”

“He said they’d been hooking up throughout our relationship.”

“What a dick!”

Harry barked out a laugh, amused at her obvious dislike to the faceless strangers she just found out about. “Like many eighteen year olds, I got insecure. Started asking myself what he had that I didn’t. So, I started working out and…”

“Revenge body,” Eden nodded.

He chuckled. “Sure, you can say that. And like all cliches, she saw me a couple years later with my…” He lifted his arms up to flex his biceps, and although they were covered by his thick coat sleeves, Eden had an idea of what they looked like at that moment.

She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved his shoulders. They both laughed at his ridiculousness. “Please. Don’t tell me you took her back.”

He scoffed. “You think so low of me? I politely told her to go fuck herself.”

It was Eden’s turn to chuckle. “Poor girl. Actually, no, she deserved it. She never deserved you.” They stopped at an intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.

When Harry didn’t say anything, Eden looked at him and was taken aback by his eyes already on her, studying her face. She lifted a mitten-covered hand to the corner of her mouth, suddenly insecure. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He cracked a smile. “No,” he said. “I’m just happy I met you.”

She bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes away. “I'm happy I met you too.” She couldn’t breathe as his smile widened at her words, then the traffic light beeped, indicating it was their turn to cross the street.

After a minute, she said, “So you decided to get certified and help others with their revenge bodies?”

“I just fell in love with training and I thought, why not make money while doing something I love?”

“And here I was thinking you were trying to be Khloe Kardashian.”

Harry shook his head in amusement. “Still working on my arse,” he said, making her laugh.

They walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way until Eden stopped in front of an old student house with a beat up Honda in the drive way. “This is me,” she said, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Thank you for tagging along. This was… nice.”

Harry’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, nice.”

“Okay well, I’m just going to…” She pointed to the front door behind her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, holding her bag out for her to take.

“Ye—”

She stepped forward to grab her things and slipped on the icy concrete, bracing herself with a yelp for impact with the ground. With eyes shut, she felt warmth envelop her as strong arms wrapped around her form, saving her from the embarrassing fall.

Wide eyes met wide eyes as they looked at each other, and she chuckled, breathless. “I didn’t see that.”

Harry breathed a laugh, but didn’t let her go. Her heart raced when she saw the look in his eyes, and it was then that she took in the proximity of their faces. Even under all the layers, she could have sworn she felt the heat of his body against hers. When his head moved, just a fraction, it was enough for her to notice.

She closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on hers. She waited, and when he was close enough to feel his breath on her lips, alarm bells went off in her head and her mind suddenly went into overdrive. Her eyes shot open, and she put a hand on his chest as a silent request for him to stop. What was she thinking?

Harry cleared his throat and slowly let her go, backing away and giving her the space he knew she was asking for.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, eyes intently trying to make out what she was feeling by the look on her face.

She panicked. “No, Harry, I…” Eden didn’t know what to say or how to fix whatever had happened. She didn’t want to upset him and—

Harry braced his hands on her shoulders, stopping her imminent panic. “Hey,” he smiled. “It’s okay. Nothing to feel bad about.”

She exhaled loudly, forcing herself to look him in the eyes. “Thank you,” she said sincerely. She grabbed her bag from the ground and took a step away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked quickly, repeating his earlier question.

“Bye, Eden” he smiled again, but it didn’t meet his eyes.

She felt her shoulders deflate as he tapped her arm once and started walking away. That night, she didn’t get the best sleep.

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Fandom: Assassin’s Creed Rating: Mature Pairing: Arno Dorian x fem!reader Word count: 3694 Genre: angst but later fluff

Inspired by Hamilton, again. Enemies to lovers, but make it fast. Might contain triggers.

Since the day you two have met, your relationship couldn't be more complicated. He was snarky and sassy Sad Boi, you were mean and Miss Perfect. He considered you a bitch, you considered him a jerk. Both of you lived for the other's failures and were delighted to humiliate and belittle the other on every occasion. But never once these fights interfered with your assassin job, the Creed was always your priority. You could be professional enough to put your feelings aside and cooperate for the sake of your mission. As the time passed and you were spending more time together, you got to know each other and started to grow somewhat close.

You knew something really bad had happened the moment you saw Arno entering the room. Although you were discussing some matters with the council, no one informed you what happened and why exactly he was there. If that wasn't enough, you were told to leave. The council had to talk to Arno in private. You did leave, of course. But as soon as you were out of sight, you ran to the other side of the hideout and placed yourself in a perfect spot for eavesdropping. It wasn't comfortable at all, but it was nothing you couldn't bear.

Despite your cold and snarky attitude, you cared about Arno. And it was no fun seeing him get in trouble, even though you would say it was, to keep your reputation. You were also curious about what he did this time to earn such a reprimand. It took a lot to be scolded by the whole council themselves. When you learned what happened, you started to think about getting away.

“(Y/n), you are not supposed to be here” you heard master Mirabeau and you nearly fell out of your hiding place. Luckily you managed to compose yourself and you got out with grace and dignity.

“Oh, great. You must be happy now” Arno said harshly and you winced a little. You may have not been very nice towards him, but it didn't mean you enjoyed his failures.

“I am not” you said calmly.

“Excuse me, but the last thing I want now is your mockery” he turned around and started to leave.

“I do not plan to do that. I need to talk to you.” Despite him being clearly unwilling to listen, you followed him.

“Save it.”

“Arno, wait. I know how you feel.”

“No, you don't.”

“I used to be just like you: brash, reckless, inexperienced and I wanted to act, not think. I have done something terrible, everyone paid for my mistake. I thought I was meant to do great things, to prove my worth, to play a big role in history. I thought I could have the whole world at my feet. Then everything slipped out of my hands in a brief moment. After that, my father took me aside and said: "Let me tell you what I wish I’d known when I was young and dreamed of glory. You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story." And I realized he was right. So now I'm telling that to you. Don't let your feelings cloud your mind.”

“I do not need your smart advices” he said dryly, but he stopped and turned around to face you. “Besides, I will never believe you have done something worse than I have.”

“I straight up murdered my friends” you deadpanned. Arno looked at you, speechless and shaken. “I know what I'm talking about.”

“H-how?”

“It was a few years ago. We were just a bunch of teenaged novices. We thought we knew everything and we could do anything, just like we thought our creed says. I was in charge of them, due to my family being a very important part of the Brotherhood. I was the best of them, as well. Apparently also the luckiest. We decided to break into the Templars' quarters and prove our worth. As you can guess, we were slaughtered due to our miscalculation and carelessness. I was the only one surviving, because I was badly injuried and they thought I died right away, so they did not finish their job. Also because someone overheard the conversation between the two Templars and told my father who came to save me personally. He found me sitting among the bodies of my friends and enemies, badly injuried and completely shocked, terrified and devastated. I still can remember how wet my robes were, or that I was slipping on my own blood while trying to get out, or that the pain of my wound was nothing compared to pain in my heart. I knew I had failed everyone. Besides me, only two girls did not die right away. I personally ended the suffering of one, due to her nasty fatal wound, they just gutted her, but she did not die and begged me to kill her. The second one died two days later, when I was fighting for my life with my wound and a fever. That day has changed me forever. That day I understood that it is so easy to die and there is nothing noble in it. It is way harder to live with consequences of my decisions. The Brotherhood lost eight apprentices that day. I lost eight of my friends and myself. I might stand here being an assassin after all, but I am just a mere shadow of the one I used to be. My wounds almost made me disabled, it's a miracle I can walk, the doctors couldn't believe it would ever happen. But I still feel the pain that reminds me of my horrible mistake and the toughest lesson of my life I had learned. I am useless at fight or free running, therefore I mastered stealth and disguise. But it's like having a hypersensitive hearing while being blind. I merely make up for what I don't have anymore. I also do my best trying to find the Piece of Eden. Not only because Brotherhood needs to keep it safe, but also because it can heal me. I know the location of one Piece, but it is safely hidden far away and it does not attract any unwanted attention. The one in Paris, however, is being searched for by both Assassins and Templars. So I decided to ignore my personal needs for the greater good and focus on looking for the one that is needed to be found, instead of getting the easy option and going for the one I have found already” you concluded, subconsciously clutching the clothes on your lower abdomen. The familiar jab was present there, as usual. The painful memory of your past and a lesson for the future. Arno was looking at you in dead silence.

“I am sorry” he said finally, his voice was soft and quiet.

“Don't be. I get what I deserve. Remember my story and learn from my mistakes. Do not repeat them. Respect life and death” you warned him.

“No, I am sorry for thinking you were just mean, grumpy and selfish” he explained. “I would not be happy myself if I had to live in constant pain and with such memories.”

“I got used to it” you shrugged. “Though I admit, I would rather have my friends alive and punished by the council instead of this.”

“I am going to help you find that Piece of Eden. You deserve to be redeemed and cured” Arno promised and you smiled a little.

“Thank you. That means a lot” you bowed your head in a gesture of appreciation.

“Good to hear you are a responsible man, monsieur (mister) Dorian. I always knew you are a lot like your father, after all” spoke Mirabeau, approaching the two of you, he looked at Arno, then at you and noticed your gesture. “You should rest, my child” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I'm fine” you protested.

“My brother would kill me for not taking care of you” the older man reminded you.

“He should have taken care of himself, then he could be taking care of me in person instead of lying in grave” you growled angrily, then hissed when the pain in your old wound strengthened. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax, knowing that stress was making everything worse. “I apologize. You are right, I shall get some rest, uncle” you said quietly and headed to exit.

“Let me help” said Arno and followed you.

“There is no need” you answered, but grabbed his arm for support, when the jolt of pain almost made you bend over.

“Sure.”

“I'm serious, I- gah” you stopped walking, waiting for pain to ease. Arno didn't ask for the second time, he simply caught you and lifted you bridal style. As much as you hated to admit, you needed this.

“You never mentioned that you and Mirabeau are related” he spoke after a while.

“I did. I told you that my family is meaningful in Brotherhood. I just didn't mention him specifically” you said like it was nothing. Well, to you it was.

“So? Care to explain?”

“My father was his younger brother, that's the big secret” you sighed. “As you can guess, I would rather keep that information in private. I do not want anyone to think that I am somehow privileged, because I'm not.”

“Understandable.”

Arno carried you all the way to your apartment, then helped you to undress to the point you were comfortable, then carried you to bed. He was way more nice than you would expect. Maybe you judged him too soon and Bellec was just an old, grumpy man who wanted Arno to be like his father? You took his hand as he sat by your bed.

“Merci (thank you). You didn't have to do that” you said, looking at him. “Especially after all these things I have told you.”

“You are not as bad as I thought. And not as bad as you think. I guess that if I can put up with Bellec, I can be friends with you as well” he shrugged. “Unless you don't want to.”

“No, I... that would be nice. You are not that bad yourself” you chuckled softly. “But for now there is nothing else you can do, so if you have something else to do, I do not keep you.”

He didn't, so you talked for a few hours. You learned about Élise, monsieur de la Serre and all the funny stories about Arno's childhood. In exchange you told him about yours, about growing up in the Assassin Brotherhood and learning all the tenants of the Creed from the very first day of your life. That day both of you learned a lot about each other and though you hadn't known that, you started to develop feelings for the man.

Therefore after some time you knew that sooner or later you would end up in Arno's bed somehow. Of course, there was always Élise, whom he loved deeply, so you would never make the first move. But when she told him that she was willing to sacrifice everything to stop Germain and she didn't need his help, well, the problem sort of solved itself. Since Arno's banishment from the Brotherhood, you were following him discreetly from time to time to make sure he was doing fine. But suddenly he disappeared and that was very unlike him. You established that he wasn't leaving Le Café Théâtre anymore, so one day you decided to pay him a visit. The first day he was so drunk that he didn't even recognize you, but when you came back the next day, he wasn't completely drunk yet. He must have worked, after all, the Café still belonged to him and it required his attention from time to time. Therefore, he was still in a pretty good state when you came, you could actually talk to him.

“How are you doing, Arno?” you asked softly, taking your hood off and closing the window behind. You approached the desk he was sitting at.

“Go away.”

“No.”

“(Y/n)” he stood up, intending to leave. You stepped closer and hugged him, snaking your arms around his chest and waist.

“You are not alone, Arno” you whispered, holding him tightly. “No matter what you think, I will never leave you on your own.”

“I don't need your pity” he hissed, trying to push you away.

“I do not pity you. I care. I genuinely care about you.”

“Let me go. I need more wine.”

“No, you have had enough. You should go to sleep” you pulled away and started to pushing him in the right direction. “Come, let me take care of you.”

“I don't want to” he protested, but obeyed when you lead him to bed. You were gentle but firm. The man sat on the bed, accidentally pulling you closer and making you lose your balance, so you ended up straddling him. Your lips were way closer than should be.

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly, sort of curious where it would lead, while knowing very well that you shouldn't let him do what you thought he intended.

“I don't know” he answered honestly. Then he put his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently. Just to kiss you shortly after. And you knew fully well he was drunk and you shouldn't do that, but you kissed him back anyway. He pulled away shortly after. “I shouldn't.”

“I know.”

“I... Élise... I can't-”

“I know. But I am here for you anyway and no one will know.”

That was enough for him to kiss you again. It was wrong in every way, he was a traitor to your Creed, he loved another girl and she was a Templar. You knew he didn't feel about you the same way you felt about him, but you couldn't stop him. You didn’t want him to stop. Your discarded coat quickly fell to the floor with your weapons. His skilled hands quickly started to undress you further and you didn't resist. You started to take off his clothes yourself and you stopped him only the moment he wanted to get rid of your pants.

“Wait” you panted, holding his hand back.

“What's wrong?” Arno asked with concern. He might have been drunk, but not enough to not realize something wasn't right. His lips and fingers kept touching your skin.

“Remember how I told you about that wound I got as a novice?” you shivered as he decided to focus on the one of your breasts.

“Sure. This is it?” he asked and you nodded. “You got hurt there?” the man asked with disbelief, touching your sex through the thick fabric of your pants and even this gentle touch made you shiver.

“Not exactly” you helped him take off the rest of your clothes and let him see the large scar blemishing the soft skin of your stomach.

“It does look awful” he admitted, looking at the scar. “How did you even get that?”

“I was just stabbed there” you pointed a spot with your two fingers. “It was a miracle that the sword didn't even touch my vital organs. It slid right between intestines and above the bladder, one wrong move and I would die. But it cut the uterus pretty badly, amputating one of the ovaries. The doctors had to cut me open even more to even sew the wound and stop the bleeding” you traced the scar with your fingertips. “It didn't heal well, so it still causes me pain and if I ever miraculously get pregnant, it will probably kill me, because the growing baby might tear the scar apart. This is why finding a Piece of Eden is my only hope” you sighed, closing your eyes to avoid looking at the scar. But you quickly opened them again, as you felt the soft kiss on the side of the old injury.

“We are going to find it and heal your wound” Arno murmured, leaving butterfly kisses on your scar. He was getting lower and lower, and when he reached his destination, you nearly screamed. Apparently he was very skilled not only in combat or free running, but also in bed. He wasn't your first partner, but he was definitely the best.

When he finished, you couldn't calm down for a while, lying in his bed completely vulnerable. You looked at him with love and trust, both very unique to your everyday self. You were never as open and honest as you were that moment. He climbed up your body and captured your lips in a gentle yet sensual kiss. You buried your fingers in his messy hair and took off the hair tie. It was something you wanted to do for a while, you were curious how he would look like with loosened hair and you had to admit, he still looked good. It was giving him a little feral vibes, but these suited him well, especially when he had those wild glimpses in his eyes and looked at you with predatory hunger.

“Do you really want this?” you asked him, caressing his cheek.

“I do. It makes me forget the pain” he answered honestly and kissed you. “And you? Do you want this?”

“Yes” you answered and kissed him back. Upon hearing such a clear consent none of you had further doubts. Arno might have been drunk, but he was clearly making sure he was gentle enough and that you are comfortable with anything he did. And you were more than happy at his actions. You spend with him the rest of the day and when the night had come, you fell asleep in each other arms.

You woke up in the morning very suddenly, alone in the bed. At first you thought that maybe Arno had left you, but then you had heard his voice.

“...and what am I supposed to do? Pretend nothing happened?”

“No, but if you forgot that Templar girl, we would be able to show you the right path” said the other, male voice.

“I do not want to forget Élise. Besides, don't you see how pathetic it looks?”

“Pathetic?”

“Taking her because Élise left me? Isn't it pathetic?”

“If you think of it this way, then sure, it is. But I bet (Y/n) would never think like that.” Suddenly you realized it was one of Arno's friends, probably the one who was always carrying his axe.

“Right. She is too good for it.”

“Now you sound like a lovesick boy.”

“Ha, ha, very funny” it was the usual, sarcastic Arno.

“Look, whatever you are going to do, you should decide quickly. (Y/n) is still bound to the Brotherhood and she leaves for a mission soon. Time is running out.”

“Go away. Your advices suck.”

“As you wish. But think of it” the man said and left. Arno closed the window and got back to the bed. He took off his pants and slipped under the blankets, snuggling with you.

“He knows nothing” he muttered into your hair, pressing your body to his. You pretended to stir and wake up, you didn't want him to know you've heard that conversation.

“Hi” you smiled, looking at him.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up” Arno smiled sheepishly.

“It's alright. I wish I could wake up like this every morning” you smiled and kissed him softly.

“Who you are and what did you do to (Y/n)?” he chuckled and kissed you back.

“I feel too good to be salty” you looked at him with happiness radiating from your face.

“Why wouldn't we stay like this forever then?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat. It was the most wonderful thing you could imagine, but at the same time it was equally problematic.

“Are you sure you would like this? I thought it was nothing serious.”

”Positive. I need to take a charge of my life.“

“But Élise...”

“I should stop thinking about Élise. She told me she does not need me, I can live without her either” he answered calmly, but you could see his emotions buzzing.

“Why the sudden change?”

“Last night was really... something. I... well, let's say I realized that life doesn't end with Élise.”

“Or maybe you like to break the rules a little too much?” you smirked.

“You are not that innocent yourself” he looked at you and smirked too.

“I never said I was.”

After some time, when you were sure Arno was asleep, you carefully got out of bed, washed up quickly and dressed up. Then you sat by Arno's desk and wrote him a letter.

My Dearest Arno,

I wish I could stay with you for longer, but my duties call. I feel terrible disappearing like that, while you still are lovely asleep, but I have no other choice. I am deeply sorry for this.

I never hoped for anything like this to happen, after all you have always seen only Élise. I do not feel surprised, she is beautiful, smart and so amazing, that I could date her myself (do not tell her that though, she should not know). What happened between us, happened anyway and I am thrilled. I have to inform you that I had dreamed about it for a very long time.

As you may know by now, I have feelings for you. These might not be as strong as yours about Élise, but I still deeply care about you. I am thrilled that I could make you feel better, even if it was for a moment. I really hope that the next time when we see each other, you will be happier than you are now.

If you need some more time, I will give you all the time. I have a lot of it, I can wait as long as you need me to.

Forever yours,

(Y/n)

You left the letter on the desk and silently left Le Café Théâtre. Then you left for your mission, hoping that it wasn't your last meeting.

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