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kzuhasgf · 10 months

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pairing — jang wonyoung x itzy!reader

after meeting wonyoung at a cafe, you just happen to come across her everywhere. you both decide to befriend each other. (at least, that's what's supposed to happen)

tags — f!reader (ethnicity friendly), idol!au genre — pure fluff, romance word count — 2,420

notes — reader is ’03 (born in august), is the same height as wony, not proofread, this photo is so 🔛🔝, I'm gay

after two long months of promotions, you and the other girls of ITZY could finally rest. you were looking forward to relaxing for a while because you've needed it for a long time, but you were disappointed to learn you'd only have a week off due to your solo schedule.

you were already halfway into your week, much to your dismay. your company has recently overworked you and the girls, and knowing that you only have so much time for yourself, you decided to stay put at home.

that is until yuna forcibly brought you out of your room.

"yah, what do you want?"

"don't be so cold! I need you to come with me." yuna grinned.

"what is it…" you grumbled.

yuna often clung to you and talked about different things since you were both part of the maknae line and were born the same year as her. you both acted more like siblings than anything, always arguing but not having the heart to hate each other.

you both had your differences, and times like this highlighted them.

unfortunately for you, she dragged you to yeji and chaeryong's room, where you were forced to face the fierce eyes of your leader. your eyes widened, and you looked at yuna, already fearing for the worst.

"you actually got her out of her room?" yeji raised her brow and crossed her arms.

"yep, I know. no need to mention it. so does that mean I can go now?!"

"you need to ask her permission first." she pointed at you.

"what permission?" you looked between them in confusion.

"so you didn't even tell her yet?! shin yuna." yeji sighed and closed her eyes.

"okay, so yuna here agreed to meet up with an yujin tomorrow afternoon at a cafe, which is fine with me, but, the problem is, she has no one to accompany her."

"lia and I will be at the grocery store with our manager, ryu and chaery will have a dancing session, and you will be at home. I told her she is not allowed to go without supervision.""

"but that's just no fun, unnie! I have our driver! why can't I bring our bodyguard?" yuna whined.

"our driver is just there to drive you. and you're not supposed to be obvious! isn't this all private?" your leader said with slight frustration.

"you're right... but that's why y/n's here! you'll come with me, right n/n?" she asked, pouting and looking at you with puppy eyes.

talk about the devil. "so that's why you brought me here?" you groaned with faux annoyance.

"do I even have a say in this??"

"maybe…"

"no, you don't. you have to go, or else our maknae might keep on whining." yeji babied her and squished her cheeks.

you facepalmed. "oh my god. you guys planned this to get me out of the house, didn't you?

a few more bickerings later, you agreed. after all, she was your best friend. you didn't have much of a choice. you couldn't really say no to her. and who in itzy could resist that face?

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you and yuna walked into a cozy cafe and kept your heads low so you couldn't be recognized. you both went to a more private area, where yujin, the puppy leader of IVE, perked up and waved you two over.

yuna squealed with excitement when she stood up, embracing yujin and swaying her around.

you bowed and removed your mask, smiling at her until you noticed she was standing next to someone you didn't know.

I thought it was just yujin with us?

the girl, who appeared to be lost in thought, made yujin tap her shoulder, causing her to exclaim in surprise and stand up to bow back at you and yuna.

your jaw almost dropped in shock.

you took it back. you had no way of not knowing who was greeting you right now. she's the talk of, well, everywhere, and anyone would know her. there are posters and billboards of her all over town,

in front of you was the jang wonyoung.

the it girl of the fourth generation, and the girl everyone adores and envies.

"y/n, right? I heard you were also born in 2003. we should make an ’03 line group chat together!"

"oh, also, this is my bandmate, wonyoung. you've probably heard of her."

"it's nice to meet you." She took off her mask and sat down, smiling at you.

"it's also a pleasure to meet you, wonyoung."

you sat next to yuna and in front of wonyoung. no one noticed, but you were dazed by the beauty who is wonyoung. you couldn't focus when yujin spoke to you, her saying something about "feeling comfortable" and that she and yuna would just be catching up on things, and you smiling in response, trying to act normal.

the leader nodded to the girl next to her, and the younger girl nods back in acknowledgment.

minutes pass, and you can't help but stare. you tried not to be obvious, scrolling on your phone while the other two talked about whatever they were talking about. you weren't paying attention. instead, you were focused on her. if yuna ever noticed your predicament, she would definitely tease you later.

wonyoung put down her phone, tucked her hands beneath her chin, and leaned toward you, interrupting your train of thought.

"hi, y/n. do you want to talk with me? to pass the time."

you lifted your head and fiddled with your fingers beneath the table. you notice yuna smirking at you from the corner of your eye before turning back to yujin.

you ignored her and smiled at wonyoung.

"sure, wonyoung. I think we'll be here for quite some time." you barely glanced at the other two conversing, off in their own world, before returning your attention to the girl—

who you openly declared was much more beautiful in person than in photos.

she giggled sweetly.

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for your solo schedule, you had to attend a collaborative event consisting of different brands, where they would showcase their newest items and products. you were an ambassador for one of them, so you had no choice but to leave.

it was good for publicity, they said.

you found it bearable cause you were alongside other k-pop idols, so you wouldn't have to watch the showcase in distress and could instead make conversations or meet acquaintances.

another good thing about events like this was that there was always food. good food.

after posing for photos, waving to your fans, and being interviewed, you entered the venue and went to the food section, where you saw familiar and unfamiliar faces.

you also saw a bunch of random influencers who were ecstatic to see all of the celebrities with whom they could interact.

on an entirely different note, you were satisfied with the amount of servings they had. you couldn't eat much of the snacks presented though, since your management team put you on a diet.

while walking around, you saw various designer items on display, and you grimaced because they were more expensive than the previous sets they released. the prices only continue to rise.

when you came across the sponsored products, such as makeup, skincare, and so on, you noticed a crowd forming, and your curiosity got the best of you, so you came closer only to hear such loud commotion.

you stood on the sidelines and your eyes widened when you saw wonyoung, an ambassador for multiple featured brands such as innisfree, miumiu, and kirsh, standing there, looking as elegant as ever.

you never expected to see her again, but you still happen to come across her here.

"wonyoung-ah, can I get a picture with you!"

"wonyoung, look here!"

"wonyoung, can I get your autograph?!"

you couldn't show it, but hearing this almost made you frown. as an idol, you knew the troubles of constantly being in public, always under the watchful eye of society and netizens, and you couldn't bear how this girl felt about being bombarded every second, left and right for every reason. you wanted to feel sympathy for her.

"step aside, everyone! someone's coming!"

when a booming voice caught everyone's attention, wonyoung breathed a sigh of relief and managed to slip away from the group of fans.

she didn't realize you were watching the entire thing unfold, and you were still in a dilemma, so she accidentally ran into you.

"oh, y/n! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there."

"wonyoung, hey! how are you doing?"

"I'm doing great. fancy seeing you here, I wasn't expecting you."

"well, I'm here now." you chuckled.

"you look... gorgeous, by the way," you added, your eyes roaming her lovely dress.

"o-oh. thank you, thank you. I appreciate it, so much." you didn't know it but wonyoung cursed at herself for stuttering.

"so, where are you planning to go?" she asked, hoping to cover her slip-up.

"I'm planning to get a drink and lounge around. would you like to come with me?"

her heart beat faster and her jaw slightly slackened at the idea of getting a drink with you. she welcomed the feeling of being friends with you after that meetup at the cafe, but she never knew how to contact you, since she forgot to ask for your number.

"we can hang out after, like, you know, ignore these showcases if you want."

...if she knew her cheeks would heat up so much, she wouldn't have put on any blush.

"am I... am I reading this right?" she asked timidly.

you smiled and nodded at her. "yes, yes you are." you extended your hand, giving her the option of holding it or not.

"okay... okay then. sure. let's go get a drink together, y/n." she smiled confidently and took your hand, linking your arm with hers.

you both exchanged numbers before the event ended, her with a bashful smile on her face.

"I had a great time, y/n. call me." she winked.

that night, "wonyoung and y/n" trended on twitter.

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you were in line at a bakery, getting pastries and desserts for your members. you just finished your day's activities, which included going to the studio to write some songs and filling in as a temporary MC for one of the music shows.

exhausted from your solo schedule, you wanted to get home so you could collapse face down on your fluffy bed. it was almost sunset, so dinner would be served in a few hours. you didn't want to arrive late because you didn't want to hear another scold from your cat leader.

walking out of the bakery with a plastic bag of your goods in hand, you chose a pastry you wanted to try, intending to eat it on your way to your dorm. you took a bite after unwrapping it and looked around at the scenery.

you walked down the street, peering into the shops you passed, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw a large poster of wonyoung modeling for fashion.

I see her everywhere, huh?

you smiled as you remembered the conversations you'd had with her over the past month. when you and wonyoung had free time, you would text each other.

you didn't realize it, but you spoke your thoughts aloud while looking at the poster and were startled to hear a voice beside you.

"y/n?"

you would know that voice anywhere.

"oh, my god wonyoung! you scared me." you put your hand on your chest.

she giggled and covered her mouth, apologizing.

"you know, I'm starting to think you're stalking me," you jokingly stated.

"oh? and what makes you think that?" she asked, her gaze playful.

every interaction you have with her simply replenishes your energy.

"let's not forget that I caught you staring at my banner…" she walked closer to you and said it quietly enough to make your breath hitch.

"speechless now?"

"I..."

"I thought so."

you shook your head in slight disbelief as you looked at the woman in front of you. the amount of power she has.

"what brings you here, wonyoung?"

"I was going to buy something at my favorite bakery. I see you just bought from there." she pointed to the bag you were carrying.

"I didn't know you liked cherry. I like that flavor, too. besides that, I'll get going now." she began to walk away, and before you could think, you turned around and called her.

"wait, wait!"

you ran up to her, trying to catch up, but she continued on her confident strides.

"wony, do you want to go on a date with me!"

she came to a halt, her eyes widening in surprise.

she turned around, grabbed your arm, and led you back to the bakery you had just left. once you were both inside, she smacked you and dragged you to a seat.

"yah! what if someone had seen that? pabo." she smacked you again, immediately feeling bad, and massaged the spot she hit twice.

"I'm sorry... I just thought... it would get your attention," you said dejectedly.

"well, you certainly have my attention now. hah. you look like a kicked puppy right now." she burst out laughing, throwing her head back and clapping her hands. you made a silly smile and held her hand.

"so, wonyoung. would you go on a date with me?"

"aren't we already on one?" she asked, her eyebrows raised, a smile on her face.

she just always felt like bringing her guard down around you.

you brightened up and hugged her, giving all your "thank you's". she giggles and tries to swat your hands away, eventually giving up and settling for you and your warm embrace.

"thank you."

"you're welcome. I'm happy I keep on seeing you."

"me too. even if it's everywhere I go."

she laughed and smacked your shoulder before calling the waiter and placing her order.

whatever you felt at that moment, you knew you wanted to feel it more as time passed. one of the best things that ever happened to you was spending time with wonyoung, even if it was all unexpected encounters.

when you looked at the time, you told wonyoung in advance that you would bring her to her dorm so she could be safe. once she finishes eating, you swore you'd pay the bill because it's what she deserves.

when you saw her smile radiantly for you, you suddenly didn't mind getting home late or being scolded by yeji anymore.

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ending notes — yayy first fic done!! ofc it had to be my lovely wonyoung<3 not sure if it was messy, but I hope you enjoyed it!

#wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung imagines #ive x reader #ive fluff #ive imagines #izone x reader #wonyoung #jang wonyoung #🍃kachi's works

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propertyofwicked · 11 months

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people watching | spencer reid

spencer reid x bau!reader

inspo - people watching by conan gray

2.3k words

warnings: none really - canon character death, angst to comfort :)

they're counting months they've been together, almost 49

“y/n - how long have you worked with the BAU?” morgan asked, shooting you a smirk as you threw your head backwards with a load groan.

“i don’t know? like, 4 years?”

“4 years, and 34 days, 2 hours and based on when we got called out for your first case, 34 minutes,” reid interjects the conversation without looking up from his file.

“for someone who has worked here for 4 years, wouldn’t one assume that you would know we never get a whole week without a case?” morgan continued, ignoring reid’s comment, chuckling slightly at the face you pulled. you knew he was right, but something about garcia announcing there’s a new case made you grumpy. as a result you simply whined in response and pushed yourself up to walk to the round table room. morgan and jj walked ahead, but spencer stayed back to walk by your side.

“hey, that made me realise we’ve been friends for 4 years - we should celebrate!” he said, not looking at you but carrying a smile on his face.

“depending on the case, maybe we could do movie night when we get back?” you responded, but unlike him, you turned your head to respond to him.

“that sounds good, did you know research has shown that spending time with loved ones, even doing something as mundane as watching a film, can increase your mental wellbeing?” this time he looked at you to respond, the smile still present on his face.

“so spending time with me is mundane?” you quipped, chuckling at the end of your sentence, so he’d know you were only messing.

“reid, y/n, thanks for finally joining us,” hotch’s voice sounded across the room.

“sorry dad,” spencer joked, taking his seat next to alex.

they met in class for metaphysical philosophy

he tells his friends, "i like her 'cause she's so much smarter than me"

they're having talks about their futures until 4:00 a.m

“hey spence?” you asked, filling the silence. the film you had been watching ending a while ago, but the two of you stayed sat on his sofa. at some point you had turned to face him, stretching across the chair with your legs over his. he didn’t mind - he compared it to the calming effects of a weighted blanket, rattling off the statistical benefits on anxiety.

“yeah?” he looked up from his book, with a soft gaze in his eyes.

“if you weren’t in the bau, what would you be doing right now?”

he paused for a moment, as if to think about his answer.

“i honestly don’t know. i don’t think i knew before i joined the bau either. had i not joined the fbi when i did, i think i’d still be in college just collecting degrees until i’d done them all,” he laughed to himself, “maybe a professor, i have taught a few classes.”

“i know - that’s how we met. you told that god awful joke about a horse who became hyper aware of his own reality.”

“hey! it wasn’t that bad.”

“spence - no one laughed.”

“you did.”

“and i regret that decision almost daily,” you respond, earning a light smack to the shin that was still thrown other his lap.

“what about you? what would you be doing?”

“i used to think id be married by now but we both know how that ended,” you mention, referencing the ex boyfriend you and spencer both hated, “honestly though, i think id still be in the FBI but with counter intelligence like i had originally planned.”

“im glad you’re not,” he said with a smile. did he mean married or in a different department? you felt safer assuming the latter - it was safer to than getting your hopes up that some feelings might be reciprocated. so for now, you simply hummed in response and allowed the room to fall back into a comfortable silence.

im only looking just to live through you vicariously ive never really been in love, not seriously

it was clear you had been mistaken, and in the most cruel and soul destroying way - through no fault but your own. he was happy, you could see. the way he no longer had bags living permanently under his eyes - he was sleeping. he’d sneak away to the payphone, assuming no one noticed. it started off serious, like he was only asking the other person direct questions. it didn’t stay that way. soon enough you found yourself sitting in the SUV, staring at him as he laughed into the phone, basically twirling the wire around his finger like a giddy teenage girl. spencer wasn’t yours anymore. you know he never was yours really, but still you held out hope that the lasting glances, the jokes, the comfort and the spontaneous movies nights meant something more to him. it was clear you had been mistaken.

“you know if you keep staring at him like that your eyes might dry up,” JJ spoke from besides you one day. it made you jump - you hadn’t realised she was stood next to you and you certainly didn’t know how long she’d witnessed you staring at the side of spencer’s faces as he laughed and smiled over the phone.

“i wasn’t staring,” you defended, but she gave you a look that said she knew you were lying, so you moved on, “who’s he talking to anyway?”

“we don’t know, but morgan and i think spencies got a girlfriend,” she taunted. you didn’t react, this wasn’t news to you - it didn’t take a profiler to work that out. jj didn’t say anything else, she just adjusted the strap of her bag and walked off to find hotch. eventually spencer put the phone down and walked over to you.

“hey you guys find anything?” he asked, it was a general question but it was clearly aimed at you.

“nothing yet from me, garcia’s still digging stuff up on the victim though. it’s clear the unsub is organised, he’s been disposing these bodies for years, concealing their identities and he’s never been caught.” concealing their identities, you should know all about that reid, you thought to yourself but didn’t allow your face to waver.

“did you know that despite the rich history in the town, only 2,000 visit the area per year on average?”

“i didn’t, no.” it was a blunt response but you hoped he wouldn’t notice. but of course he did, mr 187 who couldn’t gauge most social cues but could tell when you were off with him. it wasn’t fair. how he could act like he loved you still, even though he clearly had someone worth keeping secret in his life.

his hand reached up to rest on your shoulder, his tall frame towering over you, giving you an intense stare as he did.

“what’s up?” damn you and your profiling skills. you contemplated saying nothing, but that would only lead to more intense questioning, so you deflected, saying you were thinking about the profile. he seemed satisfied and left you to find hotch, just as jj had.

cut people out like tags on my clothing i end up all alone but i still keep hoping

maeve was gone. that was her name, that was the woman that had made spencer happy in a way you couldn’t. she was gone, and emotionally, so was spencer. for weeks he moped, refusing to leave his apartment. but he was still your best friend. everyday, you sent him a message asking if he was ok, or needed anything, and everyday, it was left on read. whilst he needed his space, it wasn’t in your good conscience to leave him without support.

walking up to his door was terrifying. why? you had been here thousands of times, spent hundreds of hours watching films on his sofa and yet your heart was beating so fast you felt as though it would tear through your ribcage and fall out on the floor in front of you. if spencer was here, he’d tell you that wasn’t physically possible and you’d more likely have a heart attack. he’d then reassure you by noting the statistical unlikeliness of having you having a heart attack. but he wasn’t, emotionally anyways. you knocked twice.

“go away garcia, i really appreciate everything you’ve done but please leave,” you heard him shout through the door. it was his voice alright, but deep and strained as if he had been crying for weeks - on second thought, he probably had.

“it’s me spence, not penelope. can you let me in?” you called back.

“no. please, i need some space.” ok, if that’s how he wanted to play it, tough love it was.

“spencer reid if you do not open this door within the next ten seconds i will have morgan kick it down.” it seemed to work, you could hear a muffled sound of him standing up, shuffling across the floor and undoing the latch. you were not expecting the sight you saw when the door opened - it made your heart shred into tiny little pieces that you wanted to sew together and give to him. his hair was greasy, his facial hair had grown more than you’d ever seen it but worst of all, his skin was pale and his face seemed almost a hollow shell of the spencer you knew and loved.

“what do you want y/n?” he grumbled.

“i wanted to check in on you?” suddenly any tough love had gone out the window, and you doubted every word you said to him.

“ok, well im alive. you can go now.”

“spence ple-”

“i said i’m fine. y/n, i know you want me to sort myself out but im not ready to. please leave.”

“i don’t want you to ‘sort yourself out’ spence,” you paused to breathe, “you need to grieve, i understand that but i need you to look after yourself. however, you clearly don’t need me, you’re clearly coping so well on your own.” sarcasm was a defence mechanism - seeing him like that hurt you down to your very core, but they way he was treating you wasn’t fair. you turned on your heal, intending to leave with your dignity mostly intact, but as you go to take your first step a hand grabs you wrist, stopping you from moving.

“y/n, im sorry, please come in.” you offered him a restricted smile and stepped into this apartment, he followed close behind. you were expecting the worst, but this took it to another level. the curtains were drawn closed, takeout containers littered the counter, the floor and the coffee table - at least he was eating. spencer moved to the sofa, shoving books to the floor and offering you a seat.

“talk to me spence, tell me everything going on in that big brain of yours.” and he did, you must’ve sat there for 2 hours as he told you about maeve, how he first contacted her, how she understood him, the way she laughed. he spoke about guilt, he believed it was his fault and that he’d never be able to forgive himself. only towards the end did he begin to cry, so you wrapped you arms around his torso and pulled him down to rest on your shoulder. to your surprise, his arms snaked around your waist and held you tight. the room fell into silence, as it had hundreds of time, but this one was not one of comfort as it usually was.

after some time he sat up, “you know, IQ has no effect on the size of your brain. it may be cause a change in external appearance but the size itself will not change.” you couldn’t help but laugh - it wasn’t condescending, just the mere fact that he had spent two hours talking but still remembered to correct your original statement.

i wanna feel all that love and emotion be that attached to the person i'm holding

years passed since that day at spencer’s apartment. it took him a few more weeks, but he returned to work and returned to his normal self. he no longer thought of maeve, he thought of the future, he moved on in life whilst still holding a spot in his heart for her. soon, he became your best friend again - movie nights and take out were reinstated. sometimes he had to beg you to come round after a case to watch a movie. he remembered what life was like.

that night was a night like many others. the credits rolled and the room became dark with no light blaring from the screen. silence. a comfortable one. tonight, you found yourself with your head laying on his lap, facing the tv, his arm rested on your hip and his fingers played with a hair tie absentmindedly. you said it was comfortable, he didn’t argue - spencer liked your presence. he appreciated you being in his life and never giving up on him. he admired your work ethic, and your friendship. you provided him an outlet, an escape from the stress and constant work.

“hey y/n,” he whispered, and you hummed in response, “i love you.”

“i love you too spencer.” your heart skipped a beat, but you knew he meant as friends, that’s all you were and all you’d ever be - you had grown to accept that.

“no, y/n, i love you.” this made your head turn and you rolled onto your back to look up at him. “i mean it. i think i always knew deep down, but i couldn’t establish that that was what i was thinking. did you know studies show that some people have to feel love in order to love?”

“i love you too spencer.” you smiled up at him, squinting through your tired eyes, and his hand came down to stroke your cheek softly.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x bau!reader #criminal minds #cm #jj jareau #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #alex blake #emily prentiss #david rossi

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roxygen22 · 2 months

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Summary: Timothée Chalamet x female reader. Timothée gets a call that you were in an accident. Happy ending!

C/W: car accident, injury (not too graphic), hospital setting, pregnancy

A/N: not my best work, but I've been sitting on this for weeks and finally made enough progress that I was comfortable posting.

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"Your wife has been in a car accident. She is stable but unconscious."

The words kept running through his head as he drove like a maniac to the hospital. Barely keeping it together, he ran up to the emergency room registration desk.

"I got a call. My wife is here. She was in an accident. What room is she in?" he stuttered through panting breaths.

"What is her name?" the receptionist responded calmly.

"[Y/N] Chalamet."

"She's in room 302 in the trauma wing."

The blood drained from his face as the word "trauma" sank in. With the help of some staff, he finally found your room. He froze as soon as the door opened. You had a huge cut on your forehead and a c-collar around your neck. You were hooked up to IV fluids in one arm, and a blood pressure cuff surrounded the other. Aside from the beeping of the monitor, your room was silent.

As he closed in on your bed, he saw more damage. There were airbag burns on both of your wrists. One of your legs was uncovered to allow the deep gash on your left shin a chance to breathe. He gently took your hand in his and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. "Oh, [y/n]." That's all he could muster before breaking down into a puddle of tears.

After a few minutes, he heard the door open and looked up. The nurse came in to check your IV. "Oh good, I'm glad someone could get here quickly to be with her. Are you Timothée?" she asked.

"Yes. Can you tell me how she is doing? She's so...still."

"Sure." She pulled up your chart on the computer. "She was brought in about an hour ago. The police said a drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned the passenger side. EMTs said she was unconscious at the scene."

Timothée shuddered and placed his hand over his mouth.

"Her EEG showed normal neural activity, and her pupils were reactive, so no signs of a brain bleed. The doctor ordered x-rays of her neck and leg and CT scan of her chest, but since she's pregnant, we will take precautions to shield..."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"She's...oh, you didn't know. Oh my. We had to run bloodwork, which includes an HCG test. Her levels were indicative of early pregnancy. We did an ultrasound of her abdomen when she first got here to check for internal bleeding. The baby seemed unharmed. It is very early but there was a strong heartbeat. We printed this." She handed Timothée a black and white picture on slick paper.

"A baby?" was all he could mutter as he looked back at you. "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"It could be any minute now, or it could take hours. Sometimes, the brain just needs to rest." She squeezed Timothée's arm reassuringly. "I'll be back once it's time to take her to CT. If you need anything, the nurse's station is just across the hall."

Once the door closed behind the nurse, Timothée looked down at the small picture in his hand. There was an arrow pointing from the word "baby" to a dark, bean shaped spot inside of a larger gray oval. The two of you had decided last year to start trying to get pregnant, or at least not prevent it. And to think he could have lost both of you in the blink of an eye before he even knew. Likely before you even knew. You were terrible at keeping secrets, especially one that big.

"Please wake up, my love." He clasped your hand between both of his and leaned his forehead against them. Silent sobs wracked his body. After a few minutes, he felt your hand twitch. He shot up from his slouched position to stare at your face. Your eyelids twitched as you slowly regained consciousness.

"What's go- Timmy?" you asked groggily.

"Hey," he grinned and loosened one hand to smooth your hair down. "[sniffle] hey there, love, I'm here. I'm here." You looked at his teary eyes and red, puffy face in confusion.

"What happened? Why am I-?" You started to move to sit up, but soreness and the c-collar kept you from doing much. You looked down at the IV in your arm and back up at him, frightened and disoriented.

"Hey, shh. Don't move around too much. You were in an accident. A drunk driver ran a red light. They need to do some more scans just to be sure, but so far everything shows you're going to be alright. Probably sore for a bit, but nothing broken or bleeding."

You leaned your head back against the pillow to look at the ceiling and take it all in. After a few moments of silence, you said, "I'm guessing my car is totaled." You loved your little red sports car. It was your first big "adult" purchase after you graduated from college years ago.

"Probably. I came straight here, so I haven't seen it. But...," Timothée paused. "Maybe this time we should look for one with four doors?"

You pulled your head back up to shoot him a puzzled look. He smiled and handed you the ultrasound printout.

"An ultrasound? Is- is this mine?!" you squeaked.

"You know I can't keep a secret to save my life," you replied with a laugh. "We're going to have a baby?!" Then you felt yourself go pale, remembering what brought you here in the first place. You placed your hand on your stomach. "Is it okay?"

He laughed and cried simultaneously. "I guess that answers whether or not you knew."

"The nurse said there was a strong heartbeat." Timothée placed his hand over yours. "We're going to have a baby, [y/n]." He nuzzled your cheek with his nose. "I'm so glad you both are alright."

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daydreamingleclerc · 2 years

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do you think about me at night? - lewis hamilton

based loosely (or quite a lot on second thought) on conversations with friends.

summary: you’ve loved lewis ever since the moment you laid eyes on him, despite the age gap and the fact that he’s engaged, and as much as you both know what you’re about to do is completely and utterly wrong, you do it anyway and all your cards are laid bare in the process.

warnings: this includes cheating from both lewis and his fiancee, and Y/N, unfortunately looks like a bit of a homewrecker. Y/N IS ALSO SIGNIFICANTLY YOUNGER THAN LEWIS (!!!!), lewis is the age he is now (37), Y/N is about 23. smut, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, bisexual!reader, this is literally one of the longest pieces ive ever written, theres a lot of backstory and smut towards the end. oral (f rec), fingering, protected sex, pet names (think lewis says good girl like once), praise kink, very brief mention of choking (blink and you miss it kinda mention), i think that’s it. in true emi fashion, this isn’t very good and it’s not been proofread - but let me know what you think!

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem reader

requested: no

notes: requests are open, see who i write for here and my masterlist here. this is my first lewis smut so it’s not 100% in the swing of it all yet, but i hope you enjoy!

“ready?”

georgie peered in, a raised eyebrow as they wandered through your bedroom. their eyes scanned your outfit and for a minute, you thought they hated it until their lips curled up into a smile. they approved, which was something you were relieved about.

“you look nice,” they smiled, fingers dancing along the bottom of the dress and feeling the thin silk, “it’s pretty.”

“nice?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “i at least want to look good, that’s better than nice.”

georgie frowned, and kicked your shin with the tip of their foot. you weren’t even going to go to this goddamned party, in fact, you were completely and utterly against it. you saw how kiara treated lewis, and it made you angry, like all the heat in your body was causing you to levitate off the ground somewhere.

“you do look good,” georgie laughed softly, “but it’s got nothing to do with lewis, no?”

they raised their eyebrows and you shrugged. “does it matter if it is?” you replied, picking at the skin around your fingers. georgie was right, it was everything to do with lewis, but you were also right, it didn’t matter because he was engaged.

“i think you should just go for it,” they shrugged, “we all know kiara isn’t happy, either.”

you rolled your eyes, applying the last of your lipgloss in the mirror and almost toppling over the pile of clothes in the first place, “yeah, we only know she’s not happy in that relationship because she told you when her tongue was halfway down your throat.”

“well, technically she told me after that,” georgie shrugged, tank top blowing in the wind coming from your open window, “kinda difficult to tell someone how you feel about your imploding engagement when you’ve got their tongue down your throat,” they smirked, “you should know that, Y/N, especially after all the times we used to make out.”

“fuck off,” you groaned, dropping the gloss in your bag and turning to face them with rosy cheeks, “are we going or not?”

georgie got up off of your bed, sliding their phone down into the pocket of their denim shorts. they looked effortlessly good, as per usual, with denim shorts and a blue tank top, both of which eccentuated the long limbs of their legs and arms in a way that would never look right on you. you wore your matching shoes, and it always made you giggle when you did that.

the taxi ride to lewis and kiara’s was quiet, gentle small talk between the two of you while georgie told you about the people kiara had invited. you were hardly listening to them, gazing out of the taxi window almost regretting your decision to come tonight.

kiara spotted you both almost instantly, and on second thought, you questioned the baby blue silk dress you’d slipped into. it was noticable, and that wasn’t what you wanted to be tonight. you handed kiara the small bottle bag in your hand, “happy birthday,” you felt stupidly inferior as you handed it to her with your chipped green nail polish, noticing her dark red gel polish that hadn’t chipped a single bit. “it’s not much but its something from us both.”

you knew you weren’t inferior. if lewis was yours you would never even dream of being so stupid.

“it is?” georgie asked, raising their eyebrows. you laughed gently.

“mhm, you owe me twelve pound seventy five.”

“of course i do,” they nodded, “drink?”

georgie went off, mingling with kiara’s friends and meeting new people you’d only feared they’d introduce you to. lewis’ friends were in a completely seperate part of the house entirely, and when you scanned for him amongst the crowd, he was nowhere to be seen.

an hour or so passed, and you’d been dragged into a conversation between georgie and a few of kiara’s friends surrounding freud. it was boring you, as much as you hated to admit it. you didn’t come to the party to discuss the psychoanalysis of boys and their mothers, you came for one reason and that reason was nowhere to be seen.

you tapped georgie’s shoulder and signalled to the bathroom, but they furrowed their eyebrows, “you okay?”

“yeah, am i not allowed to go to the bathroom?”

georgie nodded, their smile soft as you wandered off through the house. kiara’s eyebrows knotted when you took a right turn to the stairs after clocking the line for the main toilet in the hallway, but you pretended that you didn’t notice.

you’d been to the house enough times to know that the door furthest from the staircase on the left was not the bathroom, but something drew you to it anyway. the door swung open, and inside you found lewis sitting by the window on an armchair, a puff of smoke surrounding his head.

the smell of weed wasn’t as strong as you anticipated, mixing with the smell of the BBQ from downstairs, and the smell of alcohol and fresh bedsheets. it was a surprisingly nice concoction.

“Y/N,” lewis smiled softly, “i didn’t expect you here so early.”

“well, georgie wanted to put old men in their place about psychoanalysis, so,” you straightened out your dress, “here i am.”

“of course they did,” lewis chuckled, “but, are you saying i’m old?” he stood up, and immediately your cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson and your mouth went dry as if you’d forgotten to speak, “i’m kidding.”

you let out a hot puff of air and lewis walked closer, “i was trying to find the toilet but i, uh-”

“-we both know you know this isn’t the bathroom, Y/N,” he said. he was inches away from you now, standing so close you could smell his expensive aftershave, and it almost made you melt, “you’re blushing.”

“you’re drunk,” you noted, and took the cigarette from his fingers to take a drag, “and high.”

“you’re blushing,” he repeated, taking the cigarette from your fingers, taking a drag and stamping it out, “over me?”

“it’s hot out in case you hadn’t noticed,” you hummed, blowing your puff of smoke out in short bursts. lewis was impressed. he watched as you blew out the rest of the smoke, and then he followed, bringing his beer bottle up to his lips. you watched as he drank it, eyes never leaving his when he pulled it from his lips and brought it to your shoulder to cool you down.

you breathed out, a soft gasp, and it took everything inside of him to not combust there and then.

“that feels nice,” you noted, “it’d feel better here.”

you dragged lewis’ bottle to your chest, the swells of your boobs spilling out from the top of it anyway, but they jolted when the cool droplets from the side of his bottle trickled between them. “yeah, i was right.”

lewis lowered the bottle, only slightly, and the gasp elicited from your lips again. he took a long, deep breath, composing himself, but before he managed to successfully forget about wanting to kiss you, you leaned in and did it yourself.

one hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you closer while he stood there in amazement. your lips slotted between his perfectly, and when he kissed back after what felt like hours, they moulded even better. the bottle he held at your chest had been removed, you placed it on the bedside table behind you.

lewis’ hands moved to your cheeks, cupping them gently and engulfing you in him as you kissed, your hands coming to rest on his torso. you felt so content in his arms, his lips on yours. you’d fantasized about this moment for weeks, and it had finally happened. neither you nor lewis wanted to pull away, so thoroughly engrossed in the kisses the other had to offer you didn’t even want to breathe.

he pulled away first, practically heaving for breath. he never knew a kiss could feel so good, and he realised rather quickly he never wanted to kiss anybody else ever again - not even his fiancee. you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, a vague, lingering taste of his budweiser coated your lips, while the citrus taste of your lipbalm coated his.

without another word, your lips locked again. his tongue slid easily past your tongue, and you allowed him free access within your mouth. this kiss was even better than the last, but you weren’t sure if that was even possible.

the door hadn’t been shut properly, and roscoe had managed to bump it open with his nose. he barked softly at lewis’ feet, and you soon pulled away from one another. the door was open barely an inch, but you sensed that kiara wasn’t far. lewis bent down to tend to roscoe, and you admired him while he did so. roscoe barked softly again, and you bent down to greet the bulldog with a smile on your face.

“who’s a good boy?” you cooed, and watched as roscoe cocked his head to the side, “rossy’s a good boy!”

as if on cue, kiara walked through the door. you straightened yourself up, awkwardly standing between the pair of them like a dagger through their marriage, and her gaze never left you.

“is everything okay up here?”

“mhm,” lewis said dryly, “Y/N was just playing with roscoe.”

“thought you went to the bathroom,” she replied, aiming her response at you. your throat was dry, but you swallowed thickly.

“i was - i, uh, i did - but then i saw roscoe coming into the bedroom and then i saw lewis so i-”

“-the door wasn’t open wide enough for you to see lewis, Y/N.”

“jesus, ki,” lewis pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, “roscoe came in, and then Y/N followed and pushed the door closed a couple of inches,” he lied surprisingly well, and you nodded with a soft smile, avoiding kiara’s eyes. “anything else?”

“you’ve got something on your lip,” she turned to lewis, even drier than before, and wiped her thumb underneath her own lip, eyes on you, “right there.”

several weeks passed, and you’d hardly seen or spoken to lewis in that time. the one time you did see him, he looked effortlessly gorgeous, standing beside kiara at the launch of her new his and hers perfume range. she made sure to keep her eye on you both all night, never allowing him a moment alone with you.

she had her head screwed on, she wasn’t stupid. georgie, much to your relief though, was none the wiser about the kiss, and you intended to keep it that way for as long as possible.

they were deep in conversation with one of kiara’s friends, one who they hadn’t met yet and they shared multiple views on certain, uninteresting subjects and it kept them entertained. you, on the other hand, not so much. your phone beeped in your jacket pocket, and when you pulled it out, lewis’ name was spread across your screen.

unable to grab you alone, he said, but kiara’s going away to france for paris fashion week on sunday. three dots popped up on the screen when you’d read the messages, and almost instantly, another message popped up, you can come over when she’s gone if you like, would be nice to see you.

a small smile graced your lips, and for the first time in weeks you felt a pulse in your veins once more at the prospect of being alone with lewis. sounds good to me, you shot back, shall we say monday at 12:30?

cool. he replied. you were just about to put down your phone when it buzzed again, don’t worry about making dinner, i’ll cook for you. you smiled again. and make sure to bring a change of clothes.

“i bought wine,” you smiled when lewis opened his front door to greet you. roscoe barked at your feet and circled your ankles when you entered the hallway, “i wasn’t sure whether you drank red, white or rose so i just bought all three.”

“you didn’t have to do that,” he replied, walking back off into the kitchen and watching you in the doorframe as you slipped off your shoes, “i like that dress.”

you blushed softly at his compliment, and by default swayed your hips to show off the floral detail. you almost told him that you bought it especially for this occasion, but you didn’t want to sound too eager - he was an almost married man, after all.

you watched as he poured you a glass of white wine from the half open bottle on the countertop, filling it just over three quarters of the way full and adding a drop of lemonade for sweetness. he handed it to you in silence.

“it’s not as fun when kiara’s not here,” you giggled sheepishly, and watched lewis from the rim of your wine glass as he chuckled along opposite you.

“i suppose you’re right,” he took a swig of his wine and then took several steps towards you, “but it’s nice, just us.”

you nodded, desperately wanting to tell him how perfect it felt. how much you knew he was the person you were destined to be with, how the kiss had completely and utterly changed the direction of your life. but you didn’t.

“did you know that kiara kissed georgie?”

the question wasn’t meant to leave your lips, but it did anyway. you didn’t care. you wanted to see the look on his face, the anger, the frustration, the confusion. only you didn’t get any of that. he still remained calm, his facial expression had barely changed one iota.

“no, but it doesn’t surprise me.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and watched as lewis sipped his drink again. “there’s never been two people in this relationship, Y/N,” he sighed, “there’s always been affairs, i’ve just never had them.”

“oh.”

you weren’t sure whether lewis’ revelation made you so furious you could scream, or so furious you could fuck. he took another swig of his wine, and you stood there in silence once more. you began to walk towards him, placing your wine on the counter and getting closer to him until you were centemeters apart. you brought your lips to his, one hand bracing around the back of his neck like last time, while his hands moved to your hips.

your lips danced in tandem with one another and you eagerly bit down on his bottom lip to tell him you were ready for this to happen. he moved his hands down to grab at your bum and lifted you onto the countertop, where he slotted between your legs perfectly. your hands moved from behind his neck to underneath his shirt, where you stroked your fingers up his defined torso until it rode too high and he pulled it from his body. one of his hands came to rest at your throat, giving it an experimental squeeze, while the other hand travelled up your leg.

you opened them wider, and when they were open enough to his satisfaction, he pushed the lace material of your underwear to the side and circled your clit with the pad of his thumb. you gasped, clawing softly at the skin of his stomach as he continued to circle his thumb.

his lips moved to your neck, sucking on the skin so lightly, and when he felt like you were ready he inserted a finger into you, and relished in the moan when you cried out at the feeling. you bit down on your lip, one hand running up the side of his neck and bringing his lips back to yours.

you moaned into his mouth and he smrked against your lips, appreciating the reactions you were giving him. he inserted another finger and your back arched, pressing your chest up to his.

“ssh, ssh, Y/N,” he spoke softly, “i know.”

“feels so good, lewis,” you whispered back breathlessly, “please don’t stop.”

he hummed, sucking at the underside of your chin and nibbling at it with his front teeth. your hand travelled down to his sweats, where you squeezed teasingly at his dick, protruding out of the grey material. he let out a breath, one he’d clearly been holding in for a while, the feeling of your delicate hands on his dick was something he’d only ever imagined; and now it was happening he felt like he would explode.

lewis’ fingers began to pick up a bit more pace inside of you, curling in soft ‘come hither’ motions and coaxing you towards your orgasm. he leaned down, pushing the dress up higher and sinking to his knees to watch his fingers dissapear inside of you.

“so wet,” he noted, pulling his fingers out momentarily to lick around the pads before inserting them back inside of you, “so wet, all for me.”

“mhm,” you replied, sitting back on your elbows so he could get a better view, “all for you - fuck!”

lewis’ lips wrapped around your clit while you spoke, and his tongue flicked the underside while he hummed ever so softly against it. the friction made you cry out again, and one hand flew to his hair while you gripped at the counter so hard with your other hand that the skin went ten shades lighter from squeezing.

“‘m gonna - fuck, lewis, ‘m gonna cum.” you stated, tugging at his dreads as he continued to eat you out and curl his fingers. he nodded, humming slightly harsher and flicking your clit faster. it didn’t take long before you came, legs shaking around his head as he toppled you over the edge.

he pulled off of you with a pop and brought his lips to yours, and you moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue. you got to your knees, silently telling him you’d return the favour, but he stopped you. “i need to feel you,” he said, “you’ll be staying all night, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

you frowned, but ultimately agreed. he pulled you up, and his fingers instantly went to the buttons down the front of your dress, carefully undoing them one by one. he could tell it was new by the smell, and he didn’t want to ruin it because he knew it would’ve upset you.

the dress dropped to the floor and pooled at your feet, and lewis’ eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you standing in front of him in just lacy underwear. he’d only ever dreamed of this, of seeing you in front of him in lingerie, waiting patently for him to admire you before he took it off.

your cheeks flushed red, and instinctually, you went to cover yourself over with your arms but lewis had other ideas. his fingers hooked under your bra straps, and they fell to your elbows. “you’re gorgeous, Y/N,” he spoke, almost breathlessly as he reached his arms around your body to unhook the back of the bra. he watched it fall, and your nipples pebbled in the cool air, “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

you blushed once more, and your hands hooked into the waistband of his sweats so they wouldn’t cover up your body. the sweats fell off of his legs with ease and pooled at his ankles, and your soul almost left your body when he didn’t have any underwear on.

he smirked at your reaction, and hooked his fingers into your underwear. he pushed them down your legs, and travelled down with them, the pads of his fingers tickling the backs of your legs as he guided the underwear down. you stepped out of them and lewis came back to face you, his lips pecking yours and then your nose.

“how do you want me, darling?”

“i, uh,” you furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of the answer, “i don’t know.”

lewis’ expression mimicked yours, scrunched together eyebrows and a soft look on his face. you didn’t mean to pull that expression, and you knew you should’ve mentioned something before he pulled all your clothes off. “i’ve never done this,” you breathed, “i mean, i have done this - i have had sex - but i’ve just not, uh, i’ve never-”

“-hey hey, slow down,” lewis grabbed your wrists, “if you don’t want to do this, we really don’t have to.”

“no, no, lewis, i want to,” you shook your head, “i’ve just never had sex with a man before,” a sigh left your body and the hot air from your mouth blew all over lewis’ face and left him with shivers down his spine, “i’ve only ever dated one person, and that was georgie’s sister tessie,” there was a small silence, “and then tessie cheated on me with her best friend michael so i slept with georgie to get back at her.”

lewis chuckled and tucked some loose hair behind your ear, “i can work with that,” he kissed your nose, “do you still wanna do this?”

you nodded, and lewis smiled, releasing your hands and bracing them around his neck, “okay, sweetheart, get up on the counter for me.”

you did as you were told, and lewis almost felt now as if you were the most delicate china. you’d let him in, formed an emotional bond and that was something he would cherish forever. you spread your legs, much like earlier, and lewis reached over into the cabinet by the oven, pulling out a condom from a boz in the corner of it.

“why do you have condoms in your kitchen?” you asked, a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk on your face. lewis laughed.

“never know when you’ll need them,” he winked.

you watched intently as pumped his hand over his dick several times before he rolled it on.

“ready?”

“ready,” you smiled, wrapping your arms back around his shoulders, hands in his dreads. he guided himself inside of you, and as he stretched you out inch by glorious inch, your fingers got tighter around his hair and your breath hitched more and more, “fuck, lewis.”

he groaned when his ball hit the counter, signalling that he was all the way inside of you, and he pulled your chin to face him, lulling your eyes open by pressing his forehead against yours. “just tell me when you’re ready to carry on, okay?”

you nodded, feeling so content in lewis’ touch as he kissed your nose and stroked your cheeks with his fingers. a minute or so passed for you to adjust to his size, and when you did you kissed him back, “you can move now.”

he did as he was told, moving steadily inside of you until he got into a good rhythm, slow enough so that he didn’t hurt you but fast enough so that you both got the pleasure you deserved out of it. you were whimpering and whining at the feeling, blabbering incoherently about how good he felt, begging him to go faster.

“lewis, please - fuck, please go faster.”

he hooked his fingers underneath your thighs and with his immense strength he picked you from the counter and lowered you until you were on the floor, all while still being inside of you. the kitchen tiles were cold on your back, but you didn’t care. he hovered over you, the angle much easier for him to fuck you properly and for you to feel the full effect of him inside of you.

he began thrusting, his pace slightly quicker than it was before, and you cried out. lewis’ whimpers and groans were unlike anything you’d ever heard before, and you realised you never wanted to hear them from anyone else. you couldn’t help yourself, getting lost in the feeling of him inside of you so much.

your moans stroked his ego, and the louder you got, the faster lewis’ thrusts became. “fuck, Y/N, you’re so good,” he groaned, dipping his head into your shoulder where he left marks from his stubbly chin, “so good and so tight.”

you moaned again, eyes clenched shut as you felt the familiar onsets of an orgasm sparking up in your stomach. lewis’ hand found yours, and you entwined your fingers as he held it beside your head, a soft gesture that let you know he wasn’t going anywhere.

“fuck, lewis,” you cried out, arching your back up off of the floor, “i’m gonna cum again, can’t hold it any longer.”

after several more thrusts from lewis, you came with a cry, clenching around him like a vice. he wanted to hold out a little longer and try and give you a third before his own orgasm hit, but the feeling of you clenching so hard around his dick was too much for him. he came inside the condom, not even giving himself time to pull out like he usually did, and you pictured what it would be like without the condom.

he fucked the pair of you through your orgasm, and when you couldn’t take the sensitivity, he pulled out of you and rolled to his back. you were amazed that someone could make you feel this good. you felt like you could do anything, and you were positive he felt the same.

you tucked yourself into his side, and he happily let you, kissing your forehead as you wrapped your legs together and entwined yourself physically as well as emotionally.

“that was so much better than i ever could’ve imagined.”

he smiled at your words, “it’s never been like that with kiara, this was different, the best kind of different,” his lips found yours when you looked up at him, “what’re you doing to me Y/N Y/L/N?”

“what do you mean?” you furrowed your eyebrows, and his heart skipped a beat at your niavety.

“i’m losing my mind over you,” he admitted, “the best thing that ever happened to me was meeting you at the art gallery all those months ago,” his fingers stroked your hair delicately, “i’ll never be able to live my life unless you’re in it.”

you laid your head on his chest, and you could hear the abnormally fast thumping of his heart rocking against his bones. “wanna know something?” you raised an eyebrow as you looked up to him, “i’ll never be able to live mine without you in it either.”

“then stay,” lewis offered, “stay all week, and when kiara comes back from paris we’ll figure something out. i can’t live without you, Y/N. you’re a part of me now.”

you blushed, and your lips instinctively made their way to his.

“you’re a part of me now too, lewis, and i wouldn’t change it for the world.”

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Headcanons about physical appearances

TW: Kind of angsty, self harm/suicide mention. This will be for my four main boys but I’ll do the others if anyone wants em. Ships are Soapghost and Aledolfo, obvs.

Soap:

Mostly tattooed on his chest

He has a tramp stamp, don’t fuck with me

Several scars from where he’s accidentally blown something up too close to himself

Fairly smooth skinned, save for his legs. The hair hides where the majority of his scarring is

Bullet wound scars

Ghost:

Glasgow smile

Venom scarring around his mouth

Snake bite piercings

So many tattoos, like most of his back is tattoos. Most of them mean something, too

Self harm scars on his arms, though they’re mostly faded from when he was a teen

Cigarette burns on his upper arms, and a few on his forearm when he went through an edgy phase (Who am I kidding, he is still in an edgy phase)

Vivisection Y scars

Stab wound scars just everywhere

Also random bullet wound scars, but that's a given

I really just believe his face is super scarred, which is part of the reason he keeps it covered

Suicide scars on his wrist, though he never confirms if they’re self inflicted or not

Rodolfo:

Burn scars, but they’re minimal. Mostly on his arms and legs

Rose tattoo on his shoulder that he got with Alejandro as a teenager because Alejandro said it would be cool

A matching tattoo with Alejandro, since they both keep losing their wedding rings, on his ring finger (it’s simple, just Alejandro’s initials)

Other small random tattoos that he’s gotten here and there

He has that weird IV imprint in his inner elbow and back of his right hand

Has a long scar on his left ribs from where he was slashed during a fight

A small patch of self harm scars on his shoulder, but it was a short lived problem. Claims he didn’t have time to keep up with it, really just snapped out of it and told himself he was being dumb

Several perpetual bruises on his forearms and shins

Small indent on his shin from walking into something hard and metal (it was a hook up on the back of a truck, he tried to play it off but it hurt)

Lots of stab scars

A bite scar on the junction of his shoulder and neck that may or may not have something to do with Alejandro

Alejandro:

So many tattoos, a lot of them from when he was a dumb teenager

One of these is his own name on his arm, Rodolfo laughed for a borderline mean amount of time

Almost full sleeve on his left arm that he randomly goes and gets filled in more

Has Rodolfo’s handwriting tattooed on the inside of his wrist (Was going to do a handprint on his chest, but Rodolfo yelled at him and said no. Rodolfo also said no to a bite mark tattoo and refused to bite him for the imprint. Rodolfo is his impulse control if you couldn’t tell.)

Rodolfo’s initials on his ring finger, the tattoos were his idea. Rodolfo had no problem with the pain, Alejandro complained for weeks

A lot of scars from when he was also a dumb teenager

Has a huge scar on his shoulder from when he got in a fight as a teenager and they stabbed him with a smashed beer bottle (Rodolfo was big stress)

Has an all the way through bullet wound in his other shoulder from getting shot at close range

Indent on the back of his skull from falling down the stairs as a kid

Lots of road rash scars on his elbows and back from being thrown in fights across concrete

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #queue for dinner again hunny?

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prodigal-upsiders · 1 year

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Eddie does end up getting tattoos for them, surprisingly simple but powerful just to them: one each of their handprints. “you held me together,” he says when he explains it to Nancy. “it seemed right.” Hers is the first, one year after that horrible spring break, when it’s still just the two of them in Boston. The dainty outline of her hand wraps around his wrist, the shape of her pulling him up out of the darkness, out of hawkins, out of the muck that threatened to drown them both, etched in bold, implacable lines on his skin. She reaches for him when she needs to, fits her hand to the soft inside of his wrist where she can feel his pulse against the heel of her palm. If sometimes she needs to squeeze tight enough that she leaves a red mark behind, that's alright; it's the same shape of her hand, holding on.

Steve’s left hand takes up a good amount of the remaining unscarred space on his torso. It’s high up and off-center on his stomach, fingertips resting against the hollow beneath his ribs, thumb tucked carefully away from where the edges of his bandages once sat. It takes steve’s breath away the first time he sees it, the spot he used to touch so carefully to soothe Eddie’s flinches, remind him to stay still whenever Steve helped change his bandages after he was finally released from the hospital. There were so few places he could touch Eddie without hurting him, back then—it’s locked into both their minds, now etched into Eddie’s skin, the way it felt when Steve held him in place with one hand, the way his breathing would shudder and hitch and eventually calm into a slow, smooth rise and fall under his palm. “how long does it take to heal?” steve asks when he sees it new, because he wants to touch again so badly that his fingers tingle, wants so much to press his lips to that mark and breathe his own shaky sigh across ink and scars alike. Eddie smiles at him like he knows, like he wants that too, and tells him that it’ll take a few weeks to heal but it needs to be gently washed and covered with a little lotion in that time, and Steve doesn’t have to ask or offer, they both already know he’s going to help take care of it.

Robin’s seems like an odd placement, but the way she smiles and bumps against him with her whole body tells him that she recognizes it immediately: her handprint is stamped across his shin. When he was still in the hospital, some days it felt like the only place on his body that didn’t hurt so bad he could cry, when it seemed like every inch of his upper body was stitched closed and even his hands ached from the cold that wouldn’t leave him or the latest IV he had to have. But Robin was there, gentle grins and little trinkets to cheer him up, and always patting him safely just below the knee. She had her fidgets just like he did, tapping her fingers lightly over the blankets and providing a distraction. Bad news first, he’d said once, but every day she made it a point to bring him some good news, no matter how small, her hand pattering at his leg for his attention before she gave it to him. Now, safe with the hospital and the upside down and hawkins all behind them, the two of them make a habit of flinging their legs across each other whenever they share the couch, kicking and poking to establish who gets the comfier spot—and Robin’s hand ends up resting back on her spot, still tapping out her little fidgets in nonsense patterns that mean home.

#stranger things #fruity four #steddie #platonic edancy #platonic robin and eddie #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #robin buckley #the upsiders au #tw tattoos #tw hospital #i think a lot of eddie's tattoos are 'the meaning is that they look cool' type #so the ones that have big personal meanings are often a lot simpler #eddie's love language is touch and when he reached that point #when he was healed up and needing to take agency over his body again #he wanted reminders to look at #that he has people who touch him with love and without fear #anyway is there a cute name for platonic robin and eddie bc they are my special neurospicy twins

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dantesunbreaker · 9 months

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Ditch of Despair

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader (based off me falling in a trench the other day, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 1.9k words)

You are working outside when you manage to trip and fall. But a certain Papa finds you and comes to your rescue!

Warm sunlight seeps out between a cover of thin wispy clouds reaching across the blue sky. Birds chirp their beautiful evening songs from the trees above. Sweat clings to your skin in a thin even layer, a single river trickling down between your shoulder blades to pool at the small of your back.

Luckily, despite The Clergy’s insistence that all Siblings of Sin are to wear uniforms, you had yet to encounter anyone who would enforce said dress code. And thank Satan for that. Otherwise you would have long since melted into a puddle under the sun. Wearing a pair of shorts and an all too big cut off shirt was all that was sparing you from the full brunt of the blazing Summer heat. Plans had been set to build a gazebo near their small pond in order to make the church grounds seem more lively and inviting. You happen to be among the Siblings tasked with making it happen.

Others had been with you through the day and afternoon, but without a supervisor to oversee their work, they all had decided to call the day early around 3PM. Ever the workaholic however, you were set on working until the expected 5PM cut off time. Even if that meant working alone. Why prolong a project more than is necessary? So, alone you stand as you place a level along a cross beam that would soon make up the floor. A few minor adjustments are made before you are expertly securing the board into place.

Along the outer edge of the frame of the gazebo some of the Brothers have dug small trenches where Primo plans to plant some of his rhododendrons. You remain completely unaware of the uneven earth surrounding you. Okay okay, so maybe you did know about your Brothers digging around the worksite. But what’s the phrase? Out of sight out of mind?

Taking a step backwards as you are turning around surely isn’t your brightest idea, but you are already in motion before the thought crosses your mind. Big mistake. As your foot twists along with you, it catches the edge of one of the many ditches and has your balance immediately thrown out the window. Strings of curses spill from your mouth as your world begins to turn horizontal.

Your ankle hits first, exposed skin dragging along rough dirt until the flesh is pink and raw. From ankle to knee your shin burns with the friction along the disheveled earth you come crashing down upon. All too late for salvation, your palms catch the grass in a futile attempt to stop your already stalled momentum, right hand catching and slicing layers deep. Flat on the ground you lie as you wait for the thunder in your chest to cease. But it doesn’t.

Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes as you try to make sense of what’s up from down. Frustration fueled panic sets in, inducing your anxiety to cloud your senses. Stomach churning, you can’t bring yourself to lift up and out from the shallow ditch. Can’t bring yourself to assess the damage. You are content to wallow in the makeshift grave until either the passing of the feeling of impending doom or Satan himself is ready to come claim you. Pressing your face down you try to let the soft grass kiss your cheeks and muffle the stutter of your quiet sobs.

“Caro, are you out here?” A breath hitches in your throat at the sound of a familiar accented voice. One you have grown to love, but one you dread to face in your current state.

Maybe, just maybe if you hold ever so still enough he won’t be able to spot you. But he isn’t that prehistoric. The last thing you want is your partner seeing you in such a sorry state. But you hear the crunch of footfalls through grass continues to creep closer. You can’t bring yourself to lift your head as the footsteps halt a few feet away.

“Napping on the job are we now, amore?” From an outsider’s view it surely looked as if you had stepped into the small hole and spread your upper half out amongst the grass.

You are somewhat sprawled out in an awkward way that if anxiety wasn’t killing you, you would find it quite comical as well. Kind of like a starfish clinging to the rocks of the tidepools. But we don’t always get what we want. Giving the single most pathetic whimper you have ever heard, you lift your head just enough to expose your big watery eyes and trembling bottom lip. Mismatched mirthful gaze turns somber within seconds as Papa Emeritus IV drops to a knee before you.

“Oh, caro, what happened? Did you take a tumble?” Copia speaks in such an easy soothing tone that is full of concern. At your nod, he gives the most heart wrenching frown. “May I see? Can you do that for me, amore?”

Stifling another sniffle you drop your face back into the grass but you lift your stinging hand, outstretching it away from you. Leather clad hands grasp your hand in a feather light touch before delicately turning it palm up. A whine leaves your lips as a thumb brushes along what you can only assume is a large gash splitting your palm.

“It’s not so bad topolino. Come take a look, si?” You really don’t want to, but as both thumbs move to rub gentle circles along your wrist you know that you have to. “Prometto, it truly is not as bad as you may think, amore mio.”

Sucking a deep breath in hopes it will provide the strength you require, you lift your head once again. Your eyes follow the same path as the mismatched pair before you to take in the damage.

“Oh...”

You feel just as small as you are sure your voice sounds in the moment. A mere two inch cut is what you see before you. Blood is clearly seen between the torn skin, but it is trapped below the surface of another layer of skin already sealed off due to the angle of the wound. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you drop your head and let out a pitiful wail. Tugging at your arm, you try to pull from Copia’s grasp to curl up in on yourself. But he holds fast.

“No, no none of that! There is nothing to be ashamed of mio dolce ragazzo!” His hands slide down your forearm to grasp just above the elbow. As you pause your retreat, Copia takes that as his go ahead to continue. “Will you come out so I may see all of you?”

Eyes lifting to meet those of your lover, you silently beg for him to lend you some of his strength. Sensing what you need, Copia gives you a bright beaming smile that tells you without words that he believes in all that you are. Another whimper passes your lips, but in a way that communicates your appreciation.

Reaching your other arm out towards Copia, you wait for him to take hold and begin to move backwards. Half being pulled and half crawling, you manage to slither out of your pit of despair only to sprawl awkwardly partially in Copia’s lap. He hums and coos at you as he shuffles your limbs around until you are cradled perfectly between his legs and side pressed to his chest.

“That’s it,” Copia gives one of those old man sighs of comfort and content as he gives you praise and holds you to him. “Now let Papa see the rest, si? Let me take care of you.”

Nodding, still not quite ready to use your words, you press your face into his neck and point him towards your shins. Unlike your palm, your left leg looks a bit worse for wear. From ankle to knee your skin is a practically glowing shade of radiant pink. Patches of skin in areas are rubbed away and completely raw, oozing bits of blood and plasma. It will certainly be a big mess of scabs come the following day.

“You will be fine,” Copia’s soothing voice hums as one hand rubs up and down your bicep. “Just a few scrapes and booboos, nothing you cannot handle, si?”

Once again you nod, head tucked nicely into his neck. But that is all the answer Copia needs. Rather than pushing you before you are ready, Copia is content to simply hold you until you decide to tell him the chain of events that led him to finding you this way. Focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest with breath puts you more and more at ease with each passing moment. Nuzzling once into his neck, you finally sigh and straighten your back.

“Are you ready to tell Papa what happened?” Copia’s voice regains his teasing tone as he takes note of your improved mood. It earns him a small giggle and soft elbow jab to the ribs. He takes it as a sign he has done his job.

“I uh... forgot that the others had dug out some holes for Primo’s flowers. And well, I kept working after they all decided to leave early,” your hands are moving and gesturing, conveying nothing really in particular as you explain your mishap. “So there I was making sure the board was level, then I stepped back as I was turning to grab something and... and well then I was in a ditch. It seems my clumsiness knows no bounds.”

All the while Copia listens intently, reassuring hands giving you a gentle squeeze whenever your speech begins to falter. When you’ve finished, he gives a nod and gains a look of being deep in thought. Holding you close to his chest, Copia lets his eyes meet yours before he speaks.

“I see, topolino,” a thumb reaches up to brush along your cheek. “Would you like for me to punish the other Siblings for abandoning their duties early? It is not safe to leave a Brother to work alone on the job.”

For probably too long you consider the thought. Sure, had the others been there you may have not fallen. Or even if you did, they at least would have been there to help you immediately instead of leaving you to wallow with frustrated anxiety.

“No, Copia,” you punctuate his name by placing a kiss along the bottom of his jaw. “Thank you for the offer though.”

“Are you sure? I know Sister Imperator would be more than delighted to subject them to a weekend of work.”

Snaking your arms around your Papa’s shoulders, you smile and once more press your nose into his neck. Without a doubt you could see Sister full of glee at putting more work onto the shoulders of your Siblings.

“Yes, I am sure. It wasn’t their fault, and I just as well could have gone with them when they all left. But you know me, a big workaholic.” You feel the way Copia leans into your touch. “However,” you break the brief pause of silence. “I would love it if a certain Papa were to carry me back to his room to get cleaned up...maybe even to share a hot bath with.”

Happy chuckles leave your partner as he slides an arm under your legs. A small giggling scream leaves you as you are lifted into the air as Copia stands. Though you hear the creak of his old joints, he shows no signs of strain or discomfort under your added weight.

“That I can arrange, amore mio,” you don’t miss the eyebrow wiggle he gives before setting towards his room at a more than walking pace.

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus 4 #papa copia #copia is such a dad #papa emeritus x trans reader #papa emeritus x ftm reader #papa emeritus x male reader #the band ghost #ghost the band #I generally always write with a transmasc reader in mind unless otherwise specified #poorly translated italian #does anyone read tags?#will anyone read this?#Idc this man too hot for me not to write about him

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vixensbrainrotts · 5 months

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In another time — Shinichiro Sano

Content: Imagine

Warnings: mentioned accidents, rather derogatory language (from Shinichiro’s point of view) towards a homeless man

Tropes: non-canon content, non-canon Shinichiro

Summary: an alternate universe in which Shinichiro didnt choose his fate, but rather it was forced upon him

Vixen’s two cents: I love Shinichiro. I cant handle him not being there, this is my coping mechanism. Sorry if this is a little odd to read this isnt my normal writing style, i wanted to try something new. If you like this and want to see more, please let me know! Also remember that my requests are always open so if you have an idea, please tell me about it, id love to write it! Enjoy

„Stop Messing with your IV.“ Shinichiro grunts form his chair at the man occupying the hospital bed in front of him. The man on the bed does not respond, only continues to finger the IV insert in the crook of his elbow. Shinichiro sighs, shifting front in the uncomfortable chair and rests his arms on his knees.

The silence in the room was loud. It hung in the air like the stench of the dead. The light was the typical sterile hospital-blue, and the floors were the signature awkward speckled white and blue that every other hospital had.

The window to Shinichiro‘s right would have shown your average hospital park, with your average hospital park paths which weaved around your average hospital park trees and average hospital park ponds.

But none of that could be seen. It was dark; it was late; and most importantly, it was cold. Way too cold to be sitting in front of a homeless man who wouldn’t leave alone his IV. Out of the reflection of the dark window Shinichiro could see the man; the old, wrinkly, rancid lump of a life that he had most literally ran into earlier that day.

„The IV itches.“, it spoke. Shinichiro turned his head to look at him, an almost offended scowl on his face: „So what? You leave that damn thing or or else. I didn‘t drag you in here half alive just for you to die.“ The thing on the bed met Shinichiro‘s eyes and stared. Cold, hard, lifeless beads of black pierced his own eyes, and the air felt electric all of a sudden.

The clock that hung on the wall was the only source of noise, its everlasting ticking marking the endless spiral of time. Shinichiro counted the seconds he heard: three, four but he was sure to already have missed some: eight, nine, ten nevertheless he kept counting: fourteen, fifteen just to see for how long he could endure the daggers thrown his way: twenty-one, twenty-two. Some time around one-seventeen, one-eighteen his eyes started watering, and he gave in, blinking away the tears that had formed.

He heaved another sigh, once again shifting in the chair, this time slouching back and throwing his head over the edge of the backrest. “How are you even alive anymore?“ He grunted at the man, the angle at which he sat making the sound almost guttural. „In general I mean.“ Shinichiro knew the man was homeless; the clothes, the skin , the smell, it all accumulated to the one conclusion. Based on what he saw and sensed however, he could not fathom how the husk of a man sitting on the bed had managed to sustain himself in the first place.

“I’m cursed.” It grumbled back at him. And Shinichiro almost rolled his eyes, “Right.” A lunatic then. he thought, running another hand across his face, contemplating that it would have been better to run the loony over completely. “Cursed.” His voice was flat and unimpressed as it replied to the shrivel in the Hospital bed.

Another silence insued, but this time it was Shinichiro who was staring the man down with a you’ve gotta be kidding me expression. The man was avoiding his eyes, instead choosing to flit his gaze from one ceiling tile to the next. Shin counts the ticks again, and this time he could feel his blood pressure rising. He gets to around fourty-four, fourty-five before the homeless man spoke again.

“I can travel back in time.” Shinichiro didnt know what he was expecting, but this wasnt it.

“What.” It felt like the blood is his body froze, whether it was with rage or with confusion he didn’t know.

“I was naive when i accepted the curse, and now look! Im here. Ive tried to go back and fix it all so often, but it just wont work. I cant do this anymore. I dont want to. I’ve failed and now it’s all over.” The man keeps talking, his already rough voice now thinning into a whispered shout, his voice straining under the sudden stress as he fell into a hysterical spiral, rocking his body back and forth on the bed, his arms coming up to hug himself.

The monitors beside the bed beeped, and nurses came rushing in, flooding the room with a flurry of noise and movement, but Shinichiro remained sitting on the chair, staring down the stranger. Only when one of the male nurses asked him to please leave the room does he get up and remove himself from the room. Shinichiro cast one last look over his shoulder when he stood in the hallway to see the man being lifted onto a separate bed, and be wheeled out behind him into another direction, the nurse squad accompanying him running in perfect coordination.

Shinichiro stood there for a while, and he thinks he might have been offered a seat by a lingering nurse, but he wasnt quite sure. There were no ticks to count, so he didn’t know how long he was standing there. Too long probably. Numbly, Shin made his way down the average hospital stairwell and through the average hospital reception before exiting the average hospital doors, the click that shut the door finally easing his mind.

His breath billowed up in front of him, the clouds of condensation rising slowly, wafting through the cold, crisp air before dissipating completely. His ears picked up on the noise surrounding him- the distant beeping of cars, the solemn crow of a bird in the distance, and most notably, the rain. It was raining now. How strange, he could have sworn it was a clear sky when he looked out the window earlier.

Shinichiro blinks a few times, the piercing cold making his eyes uncomfortably dry as he makes his way down the concrete stairs and towards his bike. It takes him a while to understand that he might have killed that man tonight.

#tokyo revengers #shinichiro sano #tr shinichiro #tokyo revengers shinichiro #shinichiro #tokrev shinichiro #tokyo manji revengers #black dragon #first gen black dragon #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #shinichiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tr content

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yokakaiju · 4 days

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doro modern(?) au

SPOILER WARNING + LONG POST BELOW CUT

i am so tired while writing this, so apologies if some of it doesnt make sense bleh.. i will happily answer any and all questions to the best of my ability tho!!

okay so ngl... it's really not that different from canon i think? i really don't know much abt my own damn au atm cause i mostly think of it during work and for some reason i literally NEVER write anything down?? idk why???

ALSO TO PREFACE!!! DESPITE HAVING READ DORO IN FULL ABT 4 TIMES NOW AND AM GOING ON A FULL YEAR OF HYPERFIXATION HERE SOON I HAVENT BRUSHED UP ON THE LAST 60-70 CHAPTERS IN A MINUTE SO SORRY IF I MAKE A STUPID MISTAKE!!!

this shit is all 100% subject to change later btw:

• genuinely just abt everything that took place in doro takes place in the past during this au, but not in the same way or with the same characters. ik some stuff 100% wouldnt make sense because of this, BUT BLEHH ILL FIGURE IT OUT LATERR!!! literally jist like.. remove everything involving aikawa and risu and replace it with violent social unrest or smth idk yet...

• ne way, this takes place 100 years after the kaiman holey fight, but in this au it wasnt our kaiman

• the sorcerer and human world have been permanately sealed off from each other since hole fight

• humans at this point dont necessarily believe sorcerers even exist anymore due to this, but the older generations (the few people who live to be like 80-100+) are still somewhat afraid of them and think that some may still be in hole (they are)

• abt hole and this is gonna need a lot of reworking, but like.. idk. basically some humans worship hole as a modern god, taking everything that happrned as absolute truth and churches sprung up around holey, worshiping large statues made of his bones and stuff. the statues do still work as they did in base doro, but they arent as widespread anymore? theyre way more popular with older people and thr newly religous folk, but most people see them as some sort of novelty at this point and they arent widely owned outside of churches and hospitals anymore

• the refuse lake also is back kinda? but its mostly a normal lake now, but the water is still extremely tar like in some parts so its still gated off

• in the socerer world, all information regarding humans and the hole have been banned from being spoken about or learned by the general public. personal doors are also prohibited to be used/learned to be used and anyone who CAN use them that uses them unsanctioned will face capitol punishment or smth. really only the devils and en family know abt hole and shit (theres more people of course, but these are details idk yet)

• n e way, in modern era nikaido and aikawa (sigh we will get to him last...) work together at the hungry bug still

• nikaidos story is literally almost exactly the same. she is still being pseudo hunted by the en family because they got word of a time traveling socerer like howveer long ago and are trying to hunt her down in secret (they dont know its her directly tho)

• kasukabe/haze is still just chillin tho. he is nearly unchanged, still wrote books on socerers (however they were written more historically for a while, then eventually he met haru and they became research/science based) snd took ai as an appretenice, but his work outside of human medicine is thought of as crackpot conspiricy talk or entirely fictional. him and haru are stil married/divorced, haru is also atill a devil and he still has a skin door to the sorcerer world

• ive had some ideas abt shin, mostly that his mom was killed alongside his dad after someone tipped off the militia that there was somehow still sorcerers in the hole. they investigated their home for a bit and caught her using a door, so they raided the home and slaughted his family in front of him. from there shins story doesnt change much at all rn tbh

• the en family is still highly regarded and very opressive in the socerer world. they dont destroy schools anymore because duh no black powder, but they (with some devil influenece as well) heavily regulate what is taught. resistence against the en family, namely trying to learn about doors and hole, are cruely punished to show they arent fucking around, despite them still having acess to the hole and knowing (somewhat) the true events of what lead to them being separated

• i havent put much thought into the fate of the cross eyes in this au yet, but ive had some ideas? they arent the cross eyes (yet) but, they (our commanders + natsuki and risu) were low ranking memebers who are part of a resistance against the en family that attempts to fight their opression/censorship of history and some higher ups (not the commanders rn) are even trying to figure out how to make a door to the hole or smth

• this is abt all i have rn (im also super tired writing this ugh), so sigh... aikawa time i suppose... this part is gonna be long and confusing and 99% of everything ive talked abt so far was stemed from this, so heres a barely tldr tldr becase im probably making a seperate post when im not so tired. okay TLDR: ai was always disallusioned with being a human becauee his grandpa told him about sorcerers and magic and shit, so he fully bought into hazes entire catalouge of books taking thrm as gospel. eventually he meets haze and works under him, getting close enough to see some of his studies on sorcerer corpses. due to the corpses having smoke/black powder and were killed with hatred for their fellow sorcerers (they were killed by the en family), it starts to slowly affect ais young brain and the seed of a new hole have been planted blah blah, anyway he starts having horrific nightmares from the pov of hole from over a century ago and starts hearing shit cause hes already really mentally unwell. pretyu much from here it goes thr same as base doro for rn. he begs haze to help him become a sorcerer, he has all his plans snd shit tk make it work with the "fresh corpses" (either murders or bodies provided by haru) haze has access to, but haze refuses. ai just gets worse as time goes on, but him being a little emo freak he never actually vocalizes it, but as per cannon he decided to just force hazes hand. one night haze and ai were illegally hunting for potential relics of hole or the events surrounding that around the older parts of the refuse lake whrn ai ended up throwing himself into the tar. however instead of throwing himself in the refuse lake cause he needs a corpse he was compelled by hallucinations or smth to throw himself in. haze saves him and ends up doing the surgery om him blah blah literally its not that different from here, ai still "dies" and is buried he was also made of the 9(?) corpses so hes till got all his heads ans shit. when he rises this time tho instead of going to the sorcerer world he goes to haze again immediatly and begs him not to tell anyone. from here on haze hides him ot smth since he looks so different now no ones gonna recognize him or whatevs

this aint a fuckin tldr whoops. anyway uh.. ill make a seperate post abt aikawa/kai/EVERYONE ELSE IN THERE later cause i fell asleep twice writing that

please ask questions if you have any!! i will work on this more as time goes on i imagine and ill try to start actually writing ny ideas down now

#ドロヘドロ #dorohedoro #drhdr #dorohedoro spoilers #drhdr spoilers #au #modern au #kinda?#drhdr au #rambles #vin speaks

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cardinal-copia-popia · 1 year

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When the Curtain Falls

Have a spicy, sappy, romantic Papa IV x Female Reader (long) one shot

Also here on AO3

NSFW under the cut

You took a deep breath, attempting to calm your nerves, but it was no use. You were a nervous wreck. Why you had been selected for this particular ritual, you had no idea, but you had, and here you were, standing in front of the curtained-off altar.

You only knew what your task entailed, nothing more, nothing less. One of the Papa's, you didn't even know which one, would be standing at the altar, ready for you to touch him, suck him off, make him cum. It was the only part of the ritual you would have to partake in, as the rest would be prepared by other high clergy and ghouls.

It was a ritual that was supposed to replenish the power of magic that those within the Abbey tapped into. You didn't know the ins and outs, but it was not your place to know. You did not know which Papa it would be, and he did not know who you would be. It had to be impersonal for some reason. And it would take place over four days, with two days between each.

The chapel was empty and dark except for the altar. There was movement, likely Papa and whoever was helping him. You were gently pushed forward by the ghoul standing next to you.

It was time.

You stepped up to the cushion set out for you to kneel on and took your place. You rubbed your hands on your habit, trying to dry them. You had not expected to be this nervous. You would not even have to look at his face, so it should not be this big of a deal….

There was more movement, and a pair of legs appeared in the cut-out portion of the curtain in front of you.

You looked at his feet and shins first, not quite ready to see Papa in all his glory, not until you had finished psyching yourself up. You knew it was not Primo unless he had a very good skincare routine which you would need to ask him about later if that was him. And you doubted it was Secondo; the man here was not tall enough. So that left Terzo or Copia. You had never seen either of them like this before, so you had no idea which it could be.

You hoped it was not Copia. You worked for Copia, and if you found it was him… Just pretend it’s Terzo, you thought to yourself as you let your gaze travel up his legs. You liked Terzo well enough; you— Oh, dear Satan…

Your eyes had now alighted on his half-hard cock, already getting excited before things had even really begun. Well, whichever Papa it was, his thighs, hips, what little you could see of his stomach and the dark trail of hair there, and cock made you itch to touch him, to taste him. He was gorgeous.

You were still aflutter with nerves, but you were also ready to get this over with just so your cheeks would stop burning. The man could not even see you, but that did not matter. You wasted little time in reaching out to touch him. His cock twitched in your hand, and you heard a quiet breath from above you. Thanks to your teasing, it did not take long for him to become fully hard. But this was not a time for teasing. You were simply a means to an end. So, you wrapped your hand around him and began stroking him, twisting your hand around him and letting your thumb pass over his head, eliciting beads of precum that you used to help slick your strokes. From the little gasps of breath you could hear, as well as the small, stuttering movements of his hips, he was already desperate for more which you would gladly give him. But you could tell from the muscles in his stomach and thighs that he was holding himself tensely, holding back.

It must be Terzo, you thought, only he’s ever this horny all the time. Right?

You were not supposed to speak to each other, but nothing was said about not making noises. So, when you finally took him into your mouth, Papa let out a breathy moan, and you instantly knew who it was.

Copia.

You nearly pulled off of him and stumbled away, but by sheer force of will, you stayed where you were, taking him further and further into your mouth and then hollowing out your cheeks to suck on him as you withdrew. He moaned a bit louder this time, and now there was no doubt in your mind who it was.

Your dear, sweet Copia, who you had been in love with from afar for years now. You were friends, but Copia had never given any indications that your affections were returned. He valued your friendship above everything else, he had told you once, so you did your very best to be the greatest friend you could be. But that did not stop you from pining for him.

And now, knowing it was Copia on the other side of the curtain, knowing that it was his cock you were worshiping, made your core ache and your heart flutter. You redoubled your efforts now, wanting to make him feel more pleasure than he had ever felt before. His sighs and moans were music to your ears, but you could tell he was still holding back. He was trying not to be too vocal.

But he made up for it by moving his hips more, rocking to meet the movements of your mouth and hand over his throbbing cock. You never thought you would be able to experience him like this, to taste him like this, to feel the scorching heat of his turgid member against your tongue. Perhaps the next three times would not be so bad after all… Not with how you were quickly becoming addicted to him. But you wanted so much more than this. You wanted to be filled and stretched by him. You wanted to see his face and kiss his lips as you moved as one, becoming one being. You wanted to feel him surge within you, crying out your name as he fell apart in your arms.

In the real world, Copia came with a barely suppressed groan, a sound that would be forever burned into your mind, arousing you every time you thought about it. His orgasm surprised you with its intensity, but you kept your lips around him. His cock kicked in your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat. You swallowed every last drop of him. It took you a second, but you realized you could feel a faint tingling sensation on your skin that you recognized as magic. It was not much, but it was something. Whatever you had been trying to achieve must have worked.

The curtain briefly pushed out above you as if Copia had instinctively reached out to try to touch you. You wished he could. You wanted him. You wanted to knock the curtain away, kiss him on the mouth, and let him taste himself on you. You wanted him to know it was you, but at the same time, you were terrified of what he might think.

Instead, you reverently kissed the tip of his softening cock, drawing out another little gasp from him before you pulled away from him entirely. You stared at him for another few seconds before standing and leaving. Your job was done; now it was time for the others again.

You could not sleep that night, but you refused to deal with the ache between your legs.

**********

“Hello, Sorella.”

You startled at the voice that sounded behind you. “Copia!” You spun around to face him, immediately noting his friendly and open smile. He had no idea. “I mean, hello, Papa,” you quickly corrected, ducking your head.

His smile widened. “You know you don’t have to stick with such formalities, Sorella. Not when it’s just us in my office.”

You blushed. “Yes, I know. Sorry…”

His smile now softened. “You do not need to be sorry, cara mia. I cannot stay long, but there were some things I needed to pick up.”

Your eyes tracked him as he walked over to his desk. These were the moments when you found yourself admiring him, when he was not looking. But now, knowing what he looked like naked from the waist down, you could easily let your imagination run wild. A thrill of arousal went through you. You wanted him, but face to face and not through a curtain. How easy you could now imagine pushing him up against his desk, dropping to your knees in front of him, peeling off his skin-tight pants…

“Sorella?”

His voice broke you out of your imaginings. “What? Oh, sorry, Copia, I was… thinking about something.”

He waved a hand. “That’s okay. I was just asking if you had seen those forms I had to sign for Sister Imperator the other day.”

You hurried over to the desk. “Yes, they’re right here.”

“Ah, grazie, cara mia. I would forget my head if not for you,” he said with a warm smile. You smiled back, trying to forget what you had just fantasized about. His smile then fell a fraction. “I have been so busy lately….”

Your smile also fell, but thankfully he was not looking at you anymore. “Your papal duties?”

“Sì. There are a few things I was… not expecting.”

“Oh… bad things?” You hoped you sounded nonchalant. Copia did not seem any the wiser.

He was quiet for a long moment, staring blankly down at the papers in his hands. “I should not be talking about it,” he began slowly. “But… I am partaking in a ritual.”

You feigned ignorance as best you could. “Oh?”

“Sì. It is very… intimate and yet… not. I cannot see my partner. I do not even know who they are. I do not particularly like it.”

Your cheeks heated from embarrassment and shame, and you could not look at him anymore. “Did you not… enjoy it?”

“Hm? Oh! No, I, uh—” He quickly cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. “I enjoyed it quite a bit. But I… think I would likely enjoy it more if I knew who it was. Especially if it was someone I… wanted doing those things to me.”

He sounded as nervous as you felt. You chanced to look up at him, finding him already looking at you. The look in his eyes held such weight, but you knew it was not because he knew you had been the one on the other side of the curtain — he was still oblivious to that fact. Your face grew even hotter at the implications of such a look. He wanted it to be you. He would never say it outright, you knew, but the look was enough.

You nearly blurted out that it was you, but you somehow managed to refrain. Your whole body seemed to ache for him, to cry out and burn for him; an ache that could only be eased by him. But before either of you could say anymore, there was a knock on the door. A ghoul appeared. You could not help but sigh in relief, thankful for the interruption.

“Papa,” he greeted. “They’re waiting for you.”

Copia nodded his thanks to the ghoul before turning his attention back to you and smiling sheepishly. “A meeting. I will see you later, sì? For dinner?”

You forced a smile. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Copia reached out and squeezed your hand before following the ghoul, sending one last look at you over his shoulder. You sagged back against the desk and let out a long breath. These next three times you had to meet with him would be terribly taxing. Pleasurable, but taxing…

***********

Two nights later, you were back on your knees in front of Copia, teasing the head of his cock with your lips and tongue while your hand worked over him. He was just as responsive as before, but he was unusually quiet. It bothered you. Were you not making him feel as good as before? A sharp breath might leave him, but that was it.

Something was wrong.

You needed him to relax, to just feel, so you lowered your hands to his thighs and gently massaged them, easing the tension there. Now, you were able to draw out more of a moan from him. So, he liked it when you touched his thighs…. On a whim, you let go of his cock and pressed your lips to the juncture where his thigh met his hip. You then continued kissing down, gently nipping and sucking at his flesh. He moaned more wantonly now, his hips rocking forward and his cock bobbing in response to your ministrations. You wished you could tell him how gorgeous he was, how perfect he was. You wished you could hold him and whisper your love against his skin. But right now, this was as close as you could get.

You continued to stroke him while still tending to his thighs. Copia was more relaxed now, letting himself enjoy the pleasure you were giving him. When he came, you could have sworn that you heard your name whispered brokenly, but you wrote it off as wishful thinking. There was still no way he could have known it was you.

The magic you felt dancing along your skin afterward was more noticeable, and the ghoul that was waiting outside the chapel doors thanked you. So, beyond pleasuring Papa, at least you knew you were doing your job well.

You went to bed that night, dreaming about Copia, hoping he would come to you, even if just to hold you as you slept. How in the world would you be able to face him in the coming days with the knowledge you now had about his body?

***********

Copia was avoiding you, and you could not fathom why. Whenever you were around him, he seemed to make an excuse to leave. Or if he saw you coming toward him, he would suddenly turn around and head the other way. Did he realize it had been you? Was he embarrassed? Ashamed?

Your heart broke at the thought of him not returning your feelings. Maybe he thought he was trying to spare your feelings by avoiding you.

Whatever it was, you hated it.

On the morning of the third day of the ritual, Copia accidentally came across you in the library. He quite literally ran into you, so there was no way he could get away while very obviously running away. You smiled at him as if nothing was wrong.

“Papa,” you greeted.

Copia’s unpainted cheeks tinged pink as he steadied you with his hands on your arms. “Hello, Sorella. I apologize. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m just a little startled, that’s all. You seem to be in a hurry, is everything okay?”

“Sì, everything is fine. I was just returning some books when I….”

He trailed off and quickly looked away from you. He must have seen you, so he was trying to make a hasty exit, but he would not admit to that.

“You wouldn’t want to be late returning them,” you offered.

Copia nodded and let out a relieved breath. “Ah, sì, I would not want that.”

An awkward silence followed, and you wondered what Copia was thinking. What did he think was causing it? He was looking anywhere but at you, while you studied him closely. You missed him.

“Sorry?” he asked, lifting his eyes to yours.

It took you a second to realize you had said that out loud. You blushed and looked away. “I’ve missed you,” you said again.

His brow furrowed. “I am sorry, cara mia. I have been so busy lately with meetings and…”

“And your ritual,” you said without thinking.

Copia blushed so hard the tips of his ears turned red. “The ritual… Sì. It has not been easy, though it should be.”

“Really?”

“It is… difficult for me to truly enjoy the experience when I…” He broke off with a nervous laugh. “You don’t want to hear about this, Sorella.”

You took a bold step closer to him. “What if I do?”

Copia stared back at you, swallowing hard. “It is difficult for me to enjoy a sexual experience when I cannot see and not even know whose hands and mouth are on me.”

“Seems like you could just imagine it being anyone at that point,” you said quietly.

“That’s what I have been doing, and it has helped. But it’s still not the same.”

He had moved even closer to you, and you swore he was going to kiss you. “Not the same as what?” you breathed.

Without warning, Copia dove forward, pinning you to the bookshelf behind you, and kissed you. It was not much more than a hard press of his lips to yours, but it was still enough to make you feel breathless when he pulled back. He looked mortified and quickly backed away.

“S-sorella, I am deeply sorry! I-I do not know what came over me.”

“Copia, it’s alright! It’s—”

“I'm sorry,” he continued as if he did not hear you. “I-I have to go.”

He promptly left, leaving you staring after him, still a bit dumbstruck. Your fingers strayed up to touch your lips, a smile slowly crossing them. Copia had kissed you. That thrilled you more than anything that had happened the past two times during the ritual.

Now all you wanted was to kiss him again.

*************

The kiss had been on your mind all day, and by the time your part of the ritual began, you were already feeling particularly amorous, and you tried to convey the love you felt for him through your touch. You wondered if he was imagining you now as he sighed and moaned and rolled his hips.

You were about to take him into your mouth again, but you were suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to see his face. So, against your better judgment, your reached up and pushed the curtain aside, revealing yourself to him.

Copia looked down at you in shock, and you imagined his cheeks were turning red though you could not see it under his papal paint. Even though you had not been going very long yet, he already looked totally wrecked, with his chest heaving, his mouth hanging open as he panted for breath. You took his few speechless seconds to take him in. All of him was gorgeous, but you expected no less.

“Sorella?” he asked breathlessly.

You shot to your feet, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Copia moaned loudly against your mouth and kissed you back with fervor. Your hand still moved over him, stroking him in long, languid strokes.

“It’s you,” he whispered, his hands moving to rest lightly on your arms.

“It’s me,” you whispered back. “I know we’re not supposed to do this.”

“I am not supposed to know who you are.”

“But you were imagining me anyway.”

Copia whimpered, his hips rolling to fuck up into your hand. “Sì, I was. Oh, cara mia, I shouldn’t be.”

“Why not?”

“You are my friend.”

“I’ve always wanted to be more than friends,” you confessed against his lips.

He moaned pitifully. “So have I.”

It thrilled you to hear that, but you said no more after. Instead, you kissed him, pushing him back until he was against the altar. He hummed into your mouth, obviously pleased with his newfound knowledge. It was you whom he had wanted all along. A fact that made you redouble your efforts in getting him off.

Copia spilled over your hand and onto his stomach in no time, and the zing of magic across your skin made you gasp. The previous two times had been nothing compared to that. You wondered briefly if it was significant….

You reluctantly pulled away from him, giving him one final, longing look, all the while gently caressing his cheek. Copia stared back, panting, his touch lingering on your arms as long as possible before you got out of reach. You could not be found like this. Everything had to look normal.

You adjusted the curtain back, making sure it did not look disturbed, and left as you always did.

The ghoul waiting outside was frowning.

"Is everything alright?" you asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "It's just… the magic. It's never felt so potent with one day still left of the ritual." He then smirked. "You must be making Papa very happy."

You smiled bashfully and ducked your head. "I sure hope so," you murmured.

*************

You rushed back to your room immediately, your body still thrumming with arousal. Having faced Copia, having kissed him as you touched him, making him cum, made you desperate for your own release.

You braced your hand against your dresser, your back to the door, trying to calm your breathing. You should not do this, but you could not help it. Your hand found its way into your pants, your fingers seeking out your throbbing core. You moaned, Copia’s face filling your mind’s eye. You tried to imagine that your hand was Copia’s as you teased your clit. His name fell easily from your lips, like it was meant to.

You were so lost in your imaginings that you did not notice your door opening and a figure appearing behind you until you heard your name. You froze, immediately recognizing Copia’s voice. You could hear the desire in his voice, even just him saying your name.

You quickly removed your hand from your pants and were about to turn to face him, but he was suddenly behind you, holding you in place.

“Do not stop on my account, cara mia,” he said in a low voice, rough with lust. You could feel his arousal against your ass. “I heard you say my name.”

You pressed against him, whining as his hand cupped you through your pants. “I was imagining you touching me.”

You could feel him shudder. “You were?”

“Yes. Please, Copia. Please, touch me.”

He let out a sound that was nearly a whimper as he undid your pants entirely, giving him better access than you had. You both moaned as he touched you for the first time, his fingers sliding through your folds. He did not make you wait long before he eased a finger into you, followed soon by a second. No, your hand was nothing compared to his. You clung to his arm with one hand while you reached back with the other to thread your fingers into his hair and hold him close. You had already been so aroused, but now, with him actually here, touching you, you could already feel yourself nearing your release.

“I was so hoping it was you,” Copia confessed in a whisper against your cheek. “That second night, I did not want to enjoy it because it was not you. But then you began touching and kissing me elsewhere… I had to imagine it was you because it felt too good. I did not want to be made to feel that way if it was not by your hands and lips.”

“I wanted to make you feel good,” you sighed back, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers. “I wanted you to know it was me so badly.”

“I know now, tesoro mio,” he breathed, gently kissing your cheek. “I know now. And when this is over, I will properly make love to you.”

You could not help but grind back against the prominent bulge in his pants, making him whimper and rock his hips in return. You moaned, knowing exactly what his pants concealed and wanting nothing more than to finally be filled by him. Copia seemed to read your mind.

“Soon, cara mia. I promise. Soon I will take you, make you mine, as it always should have been.”

You let the promise of his words and the slick, wet sounds of his fingers fucking you take you over. You tensed, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you came with a cry, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Copia slid his fingers from you, slick with your juices, and lifted his hand to suck them into his mouth. You watched, slack-jawed, as he savored the taste of you, humming around his fingers. He opened his eyes and locked gazes with you as he slowly slid his fingers from his mouth.

“Hai un sapore divino, tesoro mio,” he breathed. “E tu sei così bella.”

He turned you around and fixed your clothes, all the while kissing you softly. Once he was done, he pulled you into his arms. You sighed. This was where you wanted to be more than anything.

“I wish you could stay,” you murmured.

Copia tenderly kissed your forehead. “As do I. But a close eye is being kept on me, making sure I do not partake in any sins of the flesh. Coming here was a risk, but I had to see you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

He smiled warmly. “Sì, so am I. But I must go before I am missed. I will see you tomorrow, cara mia. Sleep well.”

He left a gentle, lingering kiss against your lips before carefully slipping from your room.

The following two days were a bit awkward whenever you two were around each other, though the air was mostly sexually charged. The need you both felt was palpable. You would catch yourselves staring at each other, your thoughts drifting to impure and carnal things. If not for the damned ritual, you two would have jumped each other’s bones multiple times already by this point. But you told yourself the wait would be worth it in the end.

The final day of the ritual could not come fast enough.

*************

You were nervous again. More so than the previous three times. But things felt vastly different now, especially when Copia’s hand snuck through the curtain to gently caress your cheek. You knew he could likely feel your hands trembling as you touched him, and the stroke of his thumb along your cheek was comforting, reassuring.

He was much more vocal now, moaning freely as you licked the head of his cock, lapping up the precum your ministrations brought forth. He was so desperate for more, so needy, just as you were. You were sorely tempted to touch yourself, but you had no idea if that would affect the ritual, but that did not stop your hips from moving, searching for friction that was not there.

You had just taken him into your mouth when Copia suddenly pushed you away and ripped the curtain back. His eyes were practically glowing with lust.

“Come here,” he rasped, pulling you up by the arm and lifting you up onto the altar. “I need you too badly, tesoro.”

“Papa,” you warned weakly as he pulled your clothes off. Your hands were immediately on his arms and chest, and you reveled in the feeling of finally being able to touch him like this. His own hands burned against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “The ritual.”

He crushed his painted lips to yours, his hand pushing between your thighs. He moaned upon feeling your wetness on his fingers. “So long as I cum,” he breathed against your lips. The next thing you knew, he was pushing into your dripping core. “Doesn't matter how,” he rasped, easing himself deeper and deeper, making your head fall back and a moan escaping your lips. Copia groaned and dropped his head to your shoulder. “Oh, how I have dreamed of what you would sound like, amore mio. I have wanted you for so long.”

You clung tightly to him, trembling in your need for him. “Oh, Copia! Please make love to me,” you begged.

He kissed up your neck and jaw until he reached your lips again. “I will,” he vowed. “I will, amore mio, always.”

Copia set a steady, deliberate pace, letting you both feel everything, letting you savor everything. You swallowed each other’s moans, knowing that if anyone heard you, you would likely be forced to stop, and the ritual would be ruined. Neither of you could stand being parted now, not with the glorious feeling of him moving within you, filling and stretching you perfectly.

You had thought him touching you the other night had been too much, but nothing compared to this. It felt like Copia was made just for you. Copia voiced your thoughts aloud, whispering against your lips just how good and perfect you felt around him, and “Oh, amore mio, I am sorry it has taken so long.”

He kept calling you that. Amore mio. Did he love you the way you loved him? Had he loved you for as long as you had loved him? You hoped so.

Your hand moved to hold his face. “You’re here now. We are here now.”

Copia gazed back at you with such warmth in his eyes that it made you tear up. “Sì. We are together now, and I will never part from you, cara mia.”

His thrusts became faster and a bit more erratic. You had already teased him enough, and you were honestly surprised he was lasting this long, but as needy as he was, he was trying to focus on you. His hands were everywhere, alternating between kneading your breasts and squeezing your hips to help you rock against him, to his fingers seeking out your clit. It was as though he was making up for lost time, trying to do everything at once. But it was enough to send you over, your walls clamping down on his cock. Copia kissed you hard, muffling the wanton moan that tore from you. A second later, he groaned and buried himself deep within you, his cock kicking as he came hard.

The magic you felt in that moment felt like static electricity crackling along your skin, making you shudder and gasp. Copia held you tight. You both fought for breath for a long while and clung together, neither wanting to move. It was done. With your help, Copia had succeeded in this ritual that only Papas got to participate in.

"I love you, tesoro mio," Copia breathed. "So very much."

You whimpered and pressed yourself close to him, tucking your face against his neck. "I love you, too, Copia. I've loved you for so long."

“I should have said something sooner, but I… I could not lose you,” he said, touching his nose to yours.

“This happened exactly when it needed to,” you replied, your hands on his face again.

You likely already had some of his paint on your face; what was a little on your hands? You would be seen, though, by the ghoul when you left. He would know what happened. Copia seemed to be thinking the same thing as he helped you get redressed.

“The ritual worked,” he said thoughtfully. “So… I do not see how anyone can fault us for not following it to the letter. In fact, I would say it worked better.”

You smiled a bit, watching him don a robe. “It certainly was worth it.”

Copia grinned. “Sì, it was wonderful, amore mio.” He kissed you again. “Now, amore, I would very much like to sleep, but only if you let me hold you.”

“I would insist on it,” you replied with a soft smile.

The ghoul waiting outside the chapel door watched the pair of you walk away, your arms wrapped around each other, with a smirk on his lips. He had been wondering how long it would take before the curtain came down.

*************

Copia found you the next day after his meeting regarding the ritual's success, a smug smile on his face.

"What's that smile about?" you asked as he swept you up into his arms, holding you close.

"Sister Imperator is very pleased with the results of the ritual. Apparently, the magic has never been stronger." He then looked sheepish. "She asked why I thought that was, and I told her what happened."

"So she knows about us?"

"She knows we made love," he answered. "It had never occurred to anyone that the ritual might work better if it was not so impersonal and actual feelings were involved."

You nodded in understanding. "So that's why the magic felt so strong last night."

The look in Copia's eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at you. "Sì, thanks to our love."

You melted into him. "And I love you so much, Copia."

Copia kissed you sweetly. "I love you, too, tesoro mio. Who would have thought something like this would finally make us come to our senses and bring us together?"

"I certainly didn't see it coming, but I'm so glad it happened." You smirked. "I'm glad my initial guess that you were Terzo was wrong."

Copia looked offended. "You thought I was Terzo?"

You pecked his lips. "Only until I heard you moan."

He hummed in response, pressing you up against his desk. "I could not help it. You were making me feel so good."

"That was my intention," you purred against his lips.

"You have spent four days pleasuring me, amore mio; let me pleasure you now."

You sighed and smiled as Copia dipped his head to kiss your neck. "You'll get no argument from me."

Translations:

Hai un sapore divino - you taste divine

E tu sei così bella - and you are so beautiful

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